"I have a question. If something is falling at an extremely high speed, say it's a fragile egg, could you catch it without breaking it?" Basil gave Bellatrix a strange look. He had a sense of déjà vu.
"Of course, I can apply a shield to the surface of this object," Bellatrix nodded confidently.
Although unlike in the novel, her shield will materialize as a white light, but it is undoubtedly stronger.
"You've seen Superman, haven't you?" Basil hinted.
"Of course, 'That's a bird? That's an airplane? That's— Superman!'" Bellatrix's white aura contracted slightly, making her appear even whiter, almost glowing. "Wait. You mean..."
"Superman's Biokinetic Field helps Superman fly, and Superman can also cover objects with his Biokinetic Field, which means Superman even if he catches Louise falling at high speed, he won't kill her," Basil said.
"So I'm Supergirl now?" Bellatrix exclaimed excitedly, twirling in mid-air before putting her hands on her hips. "I'm Kara Zo El! Excuse me, have you seen my cousin?"
"Almost there." Basil's index finger glowed.
The next second, Bellatrix's pajamas began to Transfiguration. Red high boots wrapped around her two straight, long legs, a blue short skirt, a red cape, and a blue bodysuit with an S logo covered her body.
"Now that we have Kryptonian," a flash of light appeared, and Basil held a green stone in his hand, "Kryptonite is also indispensable."
"I..." Bellatrix clutched her chest, feigning weakness, "How could I..."
She floated down to the ground, falling onto the bed in a very dramatic manner, her cheek pressed against Basil's knee.
The little hand weakly "hit" Basil.
"You scoundrel! My cousin is Superman!"
He won't let you get away with this!
"Mmm, mmm, mmm"
An hour later.
Basil huddled in the corner, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "You almost got your hands on me."
The Supergirl, with one long, bare leg revealing radiant white skin and the other clad in ripped black stockings for added speed, rested comfortably on the headboard. All that was missing was a cigarette to set her off.
She rested her chin on her left hand. "Weren't you quite cooperative at first?"
Then her expression changed again, becoming weak yet unyielding, "Come on! Evil Lex Luthor, I will not submit to your tyranny!"
"Shut up!" Basil shouted sternly. "How dare you utter such vulgar words in broad daylight!"
"If we keep talking like this, we can't broadcast it!"
His fingers glowed, demonstrating that he dressed instantly and hurriedly got up.
Bellatrix's outfit returned to normal.
Bellatrix sounded somewhat disappointed.
"Okay, are you coming to school with me today?"
"My concerns are not entirely unfounded."
Upon hearing this, Basil checked the time: 7:23.
"It's still early, there's still time. I'll teach you a magic spell."
"Don't worry, I've transformed it into Fairy Tale Magic; you can learn it."
"Stretch out your finger, the one that shines."
Upon hearing this, Bellatrix stretched out her index finger. "I know, I've seen the movie. That Raphael taught Sophie Blood Magic in this way."
Basil also extended his hand, and the next second, the pads of his two fingers glowed as well.
Bellatrix couldn't help but groan; she felt something entering her body through the connection.
My fingertips felt slightly warm, and that warm current rushed straight to my mind.
"What is this? Silencing Charm? The incantation is [Silence and Seek Trace]?"
"It can conceal breathing, body temperature, body odor, and sounds during exercise."
She was somewhat surprised that she had inexplicably acquired a spell, although unlike a talent that comes instantly, she needed to silently recite the incantation in her mind.
But having read Harry, she also knew how difficult it was to learn a spell, especially since she didn't need a wand yet.
The Wandless Magic was achieved with ease.
"That way you won't have to worry about those vampires smelling the fragrance of your blood."
"You just need to practice a few more times to master the pressure when casting spells, and you'll be able to hide only your body temperature and scent."
"There's no need to hide everything, that's so strange."
Bellatrix nodded. "I'll give it a try."
The light shimmered at the fingertips.
She tentatively jumped on the wooden floor.
"There's really no sound; I can't even hear myself."
"Wait. My voice is much softer now."
Time: 8:30.
"Finally," Bellatrix wiped her sweat, "We met the requirement just before leaving the house—only concealing body temperature and odor."
Basil slammed the book shut. "Actually, you don't need to work so hard."
He tapped his finger lightly. "Now it's all right. Your scent will be hidden all day."
Feeling the cool sensation of a successful Silencing Charm on her skin, Bellatrix was exasperated. "Why did you watch me practice for so long!?"
Basil waved the book in his hand and said with a mischievous grin, "I'm reading."
"Besides, this is so that you can learn it yourself. I can't always be the one to do it from now on."
Bellatrix stepped forward, grabbed Basil's hand, and started shaking it. "Hmph, so what if Bucky has to do it all?"
Basil quickly pulled his hand away, "Can you please stop talking like that? I'm getting goosebumps."
He didn't want to be careless.
Bellatrix pouted. "Then Bucky, can you come to school with me? You're a wizard, you can do it."
"I'll drive you. My car stereo is still working fine. We can listen to 'Love Story' by Taylor together!"
"Alright, we've come this far." Basil shrugged. "I'll go online first. Madison and the others are messaging me privately."
"Wake me up when you get on the bus, let's listen together—"
Bellatrix was overjoyed, raising her hand high, "Love Story!"
"Yes." Basil nodded.
The next second, his figure disappeared from the room.
"Why is it so dark?" Basil frowned as he looked at the club space, which had transformed into a gloomy aquarium-style space.
Looking around, Madison, Zoe, Sophie, Beatrix were all dressed in a gothic dark style.
She was staring intently at him.
Besides
"Hi!" Ariana, dressed in a flowing white robe embroidered with pale green patterns, suddenly logged on.
Her radiant smile, like the warm winter sun, broke the silence of the room.
"What?!" Madison sighed.
"We were going to interrogate him," Zoe, her chubby cheeks puffing out.
Sophie put down the frying pan.
Beatrix held a small fan and fanned her face, as if trying to fan away bad luck.
"Basil wouldn't lie. We can just ask him directly." Ariana hugged Basil's arm tightly, nuzzling him like a loving, lively golden retriever.
"Yes," Basil nodded seriously, his face upright, "I would never lie."
"Okay, sweetheart." Madison approached with the swagger of a model walking the runway.
He lightly tapped Basil's chest with his finger. "Did you give it to me?"
Zoe squinted and glanced at Basil's lower body. "I feel something's wrong."
Sophie's fingertips glowed green, and she held them between her eyebrows, turning her entire face a ghastly green.
However, her target does not seem to be Basil.
"Where's Bellatrix? We're a group, how can she be absent?"
Beatrix glanced at Sophie with disdain. Without saying a word, her body glowed, and she clenched her delicate little fists.
She may look frail, but with her innate talent [Radiant Glow] and her body honed through body-modifying magic she found in the library, her fists can easily shatter a person's skull.
Right now, she just wants to smash Bellatrix's head open.
Basil looked around and said, "Don't be so extreme."
"Especially you, Sophie. The Cruciatus Curse cannot be used on people casually."
"And you, Beatrix, put down your fist. I know how strong it is, just like your legs, they're squeezing my back so hard it hurts."
"What do you mean, 'you guys'?" Madison pulled Zoe aside. "We're not like those country girls."
"We're the most considerate," Zoe nodded.
"What the hell!" The green light at Sophie's fingertips went out.
She and Beatrix, suppressing their disgust for each other, leaned against each other. "We're very considerate of each other too."
"Then let me ask," Ariana tilted her head. "Did Bellatrix manage to sneak away?"
"The thing you care about is still here," Basil said.
"Ah~" Madison said dejectedly, "That means that apart from the last step, Sweetheart has nothing left."
Sophie's fingertips glowed green again.
The delicate fist reappeared.
This time, crack, the wooden table shattered into pieces.
Zoe's eyes were black.
An invisible force of will also appeared, causing the iron bookshelf next to it to make a teeth-grinding sound.
Black smoke began to linger around Ariana's beautiful blue eyes.
"I have something to do, so I won't bother you any longer! Bellatrix is calling me."
Basil disappeared.
The next instant.
Black smoke swept everything away, and all the furniture and decorations lost their gravity and began to float.
The green lightning bolts crackled.
Everything around Zoe and Madison turned to dust.
Beatrix swung her fist, and the giant serpent sculpture that flew in front of her shattered with a bang, shooting off at an even faster speed towards the rough stone wall.
Inside the enormous truck, in the bulb-shaped cab, Bellatrix listened to music and swayed her head.
The fine drizzle falling on the glass couldn't disturb her mood.
She ignored the faint smells of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint oil lingering around the padded leather seats and the loud noise of the engine idling.
Today, a handsome, elf-like wizarding boy from another world will appear beside her.
"Hello, Bellatrix." The boy with golden hair blinked his azure eyes, which held an indescribable emotion.
But there was one Bellatrix recognized: sympathy.
Bellatrix's heart skipped a beat.
She asked tentatively, "Are you alright? They're not angry, are they?"
Basil patted Bellatrix on the shoulder. "Let's have a good lunch today. It's on me."
Bellatrix's body stiffened, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, and drove it toward the school.
Another world, England, Devon, outside the Ottery St Catchpole.
Harry, too, sat stiffly into the car.
However, he is not the one driving.
"Ron, are we really going to 12 Grimmauld Place (which, before becoming the Order of the Order of the Phoenix's base, hasn't been enchanted with the Fidelius Charm)?"
"Also, do you really know how to drive? Why don't we call Fred and George along? They'd definitely love to."
Ron confidently gripped the steering wheel. "You really wanted to see Sirius, didn't you? It's good that Mom and Dad aren't here. Tch, looks like Bill's reluctance to let us go to Egypt to bother him has its advantages."
"Fred and George? Aren't you afraid they'll start arguing again? Seriously, why isn't Angelina a twin?"
As he spoke, Ron pressed a small silver button on the dashboard.
Their car disappeared—and so did they.
Harry could feel the seat vibrating, hear the engine, feel his hands on his knees, his glasses on his nose, and he could see everything.
But he himself was left with only his eyes, a few feet off the ground, floating in the flat, feather-covered yard of his the Burrow.
"Take off," Ron's voice said from his right.
The flat ground began to sink, and the shadows of the dilapidated garage, the fat brown chicken pecking at its food, the high-top leather boots lying by the gate, the Scabbers crucible, and the crookedly built the Burrow gradually shrank.
It will disappear in a moment.
The car rose higher and higher, and after a few seconds, all that remained was a dark pattern of fields and clusters of trees—the entire Ottery St Catchpole was revealed below them.
Even now, Harry still hesitated. "I don't think it's a good idea. How am I supposed to tell Sirius when the time comes?"
"I ignored you before because I thought you were a bad person."
"I'm coming to see you now because you haven't written to me for several days, which is very unusual."
"Listen to this, isn't it ridiculous?"
While searching for directions to London, Ron casually replied, "That's really strange."
"But Sirius will understand. He'll be very happy."
"Even if you took Snape Polyjuice Potion and became Snape, with his hooked nose and slicked-back hair, Sirius knew it was you, let alone if you were just saying some weird things."
"You—" Harry was about to say something more when suddenly, with a "poof," the car, Harry, and Ron reappeared.
"Oops," Ron said, poking at the invisible booster, "this switch is faulty—"
Harry immediately forgot his hesitation and, together with Ron, frantically pressed the button.
The car disappeared, but soon reappeared, Winky in the distance.
"Sit tight!" Ron shouted, slamming on the gas pedal. They shot straight into the low-lying, cotton-like clouds, where everything became dark and blurry.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked, feeling a bit dizzy from the clouds pressing in from all sides.
"We need to see White Stalk Mountain to know which way to go," Ron said.
"Let it go down—quickly—"
They descended back below the clouds, twisted their bodies, and squinted as they searched the ground.
"There!" Harry shouted, startling Ron. "It's right ahead!"
Ahead lies the village, behind the house of that particularly beautiful girl who runs a paper shop, in the shadows, and that Cloud Top mountain covered with rabbit holes is White Stalk Mountain.
London can be reached by following the winding road behind the mountain.
"Seriously, that gave me a fright." Ron said, glancing at the compass on the dashboard. "You're pretty enthusiastic now, aren't you? Okay, we just need to check on it every half hour. Sit tight..."
The car sped into the clouds.