"And you two," Basil placed his hands on Alice and Rosalie's cold, smooth thighs, "You could also consider taking Carlisle and the others to the academy."
He nudged Lessie, "Are you alright?"
Lessie shrank back, and the usually queen-like Leso, who was now speaking in a voice barely above a whisper, said, "No."
Basil leaned back, resting his head on Rosalie's shoulder. "You can also use this space to exchange things that are unique to your world."
"However, before that, we need to achieve our second objective."
He looked at Rosalie's beautiful profile, her bright, clear, golden eyes now obsidian black. "You've been holding back, haven't you? The blood of wizards and Fairy Tale Mage is too tempting for you."
"I arranged this meeting today to resolve this issue."
"Completely solve your flaw of only being able to suck blood."
At this point, Basil suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave.
He's a bit of a germaphobe.
For vampires, who don't eat or excrete, there's an extra channel compared to ordinary people.
For him, this is not a flaw, but rather a strength.
Rosalie was extremely excited, clutching Basil's hand tightly to her chest, "Is this... is this real?"
If Narcissa and Lessie hadn't been there, she would have pinned Basil down and repaid him with her own body.
Feeling the cold softness, Basil nodded. "I've already had Narcissa prepare. I've developed a Potions specifically for your constitution."
All of this was thanks to Alice's unusually high level of affection for him.
It easily reached a golden color after contact.
By borrowing Alice's card, and transforming himself into a vampire, he obtained vampire data more directly.
Fairy Tale Magic 'making a wish', unless supported by infinite emotional magic, still needs to focus on reality.
Otherwise, it would be just like the [Misty Purple Qi] he summoned with historical magic before, which was neither here nor there.
If Basil himself wasn't skilled in Potions and didn't have data on vampires from the Twilight world, the recipe for this Potions simply couldn't be derived through a 'wish'.
But what surprised Basil the most was Rosalie's Knight Card.
Vampires born in the Twilight world created by Mary Sue authors have an unchanging nature; once they truly fall in love with someone, they will remain devoted to that person forever.
Therefore, vampires are very strict in choosing their partners. Sometimes liking someone and having sex doesn't mean they consider them a partner.
Basil was quite surprised that Rosalie had decided on him so quickly.
Fortunately, one can reach a conclusion about one's own affairs by making a wish.
Only then did Basil realize that the phrase "You are the master of your own Mind Stone, or the Mind Stone of another" in the "Black Lord - Broken Soul" spell was not as simple as a 50% increase from the Killing Curse.
The charm that comes from within after you have fully mastered yourself transcends physical appearance.
The Slytherin's Locket is no ordinary Horcrux; it was the last Horcrux Voldemort created before he became Archmage.
If described in a fantasy style, it is the artifact that enabled Voldemort to attain the status of Archmage.
Using Horcrux as reins, he boldly split his soul multiple times, performing the most dangerous Human Transfiguration.
Through repeated deaths, his flawed self was forged and refined, ultimately giving birth to the perfect Demon King.
Thus, the perfect demon king, who had not yet broken through the established order, began to wreak havoc, and almost no one in the British Dadi could resist him.
This is the real reason why Voldemort, despite being bald and noseless, remained charismatic.
It was like a dark sun, drawing everyone closer and inspiring fear.
Those who are cowardly in Mind Stone will deliberately distort themselves in order to feel at ease.
A flawed Mind Stone actively seeks perfection in pursuit of it.
Those with dark hearts are even more fascinated by that pure evil.
But when even the Demon King himself began to fear fate, his broken yet perfect soul crumbled uncontrollably once again.
The Demon King has returned as a monster that creates panic and seeks immortality.
They ruled and governed their subjects by relying on the influence and power of the past.
The Death Eater were merely following in the shadow of the perfect demon king.
In other words, the Dark Lord who once roamed the world and conquered Britain no longer exists in this world.
He actually died on that cold night of October 31, 1981.
But Basil, through the echo of "Dark Lord: Broken Soul," recreated that allure that transcends form, making it a part of him.
Not to mention, he also possessed the regal bearing of King Arthur that captivated the Knights of the Round Table, and the alluring charm of a young Voldemort that fascinated even a thousand-year-old female ghost.
Therefore, it's not surprising that Rosalie was so convinced of his worth and that her affection level reached gold.
Just like now, even though Rosalie was very eager, she only asked after Basil came to her senses, "How do we get to your world? That is, to Narcissa's."
Narcissa frowned. "Hale, I don't think we're close enough to call each other by our first names yet?"
Rosalie said irritably, "We don't know your full name. You're the only one among us who didn't introduce yourself."
Narcissa's earlobes turned slightly red. "You can call me Ma—I mean Blake."
Basil smacked his lips. He really wanted to say that he preferred to call her Lady Narcissa Malfoy, as it sounded more fitting. But to avoid ruining his image, he swallowed his words.
He could only get down to business. "Going to Narcissa is simple. You just need to keep in physical contact with her while she places her hand on the mark and silently says 'Return,' and you can go together."
Upon hearing this, Alice, Rosalie, Lessie placed their hands on Narcissa.
Then he straightened up, rested his head on Narcissa's shoulder, and said softly, "Let's begin."
A silvery glow spread from the mark, enveloping the five people.
In the Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England, in that respectable mansion, a cream-colored sofa suddenly appears on the gleaming marble floor of the misty hall, accompanied by five figures.
Basil stood up, Narcissa and Lessie, who were sitting on his lap, had no choice but to stand up as well.
A whooshing sound arose from the ground, and in an instant, Alice had circled the entire mansion and returned to her original spot.
She stood beside the sofa, still looking around, her slender figure swaying gently, very elegant.
Suddenly, as if she had discovered a new continent, she pointed to the portrait on the wall.
"Look! Rosalie, they're moving!"
Rosalie also stood up, looking at the cauldron simmering over the dark blue demonic fire. The pale purple liquid inside was so alluring to her. "Is that the Potions?"
Basil shook his head. "It's just the base. It's made by boiling together the horn of the Sacred Horned Beast and powdered moonstone with the Venom of the Venomous Leopard."
"The powder of moonstone absorbs toxins, allowing the exhilarating vitality in the horn of the Sacred Horned Beast —which can keep one energetic even after several days without sleep—to combine with the substances that can be automatically generated in the Venom the Venomous Leopard."
"Narcissa cannot do the more complicated steps that follow."
"However, it's not that she can't do it; no wizard except me can."
Basil walked to the cauldron, inserted his wand into the liquid, and began to spin it clockwise.
An invisible magnetic field enveloped the boiling liquid.
In an instant, everything began to rebuild.
The purple gradually faded, revealing a misty, creamy color.
A large eye and a piece of dead branch from the two glass jars on the left front automatically flew out through the glass.
"The aqueous humor of the Troll's eyes, and the bark of the Guardian Tree's branches that had been exposed to the sun for at least forty-nine days."
Amber-colored aqueous humor seeped from the brown pupils.
The bark on the dead branches automatically peels off in strips and then turns into powder.
The aqueous humor was submerged and mixed in.
The water evaporated out of thin air, turning into blue, Crystal powder that scattered onto the surface of the liquid under the pull of an invisible force.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky had darkened.
The limbs and organs of strange animals and various unidentifiable plants are processed in mid-air.
Then it is added to the medicinal liquid being cooked in the crucible.
Basil's wand never left the liquid's surface, sometimes rotating clockwise, sometimes counter-clockwise, and sometimes moving irregularly, leaving mysterious symbols on the surface. Even Narcissa, who had achieved an E (Excellent) in her Potions NEWT (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test), couldn't quite decipher it.
She dared to say that even the most powerful Master of Potions could not replicate her master's current actions.
But there was one thing she noticed.
The Potions brewing is nearing completion.
Basil waved his left hand, and two Crystal Potions flew out from his right rear.
The wand left the surface of the Potions, bringing with it two clumps of boiling, transparent liquid.
"Alright. Just wait for it to cool down, and then add your hair to it before drinking."
Heat was automatically released, and two globs of liquid disappeared into the Potions, which was tightly sealed with cork, as if the bottle did not exist.
Basil waved his wand, and two vials of potion flew toward Alice and Rosalie.
The two quickly caught it and eagerly pulled out their hair and the cork.
The moment the hair was placed in, the liquid hissed and bubbled: Alice's turned milky white like milk; Rosalie's turned into a clear, Crystal- like texture, yet it was still a liquid.
The two looked at Basil.
Basil said, "Once you drink them, you can eat human food from now on."
"However, I suggest—"
Before Basil could finish speaking, Alice drank it all in one gulp.
Rosalie shook the medicine bottle and then poured it into her mouth.
Lessie nudged Basil with her elbow, sensing something. "Did you do it on purpose? Or accidentally?"
Basil grinned mischievously, "It was an unintentional act on purpose."
Rosalie stared blankly at Basil, convinced that Basil would never harm her.
So she was mostly tasting the Potions, her pupils dilating in shock.
Its texture was strange, like red wine with glass shards, but the glass shards softened when they touched her not-so-soft gums and tongue, turning into a gelatinous texture that was bouncy and constantly stirred up cold liquid in her mouth.
When the liquid touched her body, the areas that were touched seemed to receive an incredibly gentle electric shock.
Her teeth, tongue, throat, eyes, nose, and her entire head, along with her internal organs, began to feel a tingling sensation.
The sensation seemed to spread to her fingers and toes, and even to the tips of her hair.
In a daze, her hair seemed to stand up.
My body lost control amidst this tingling sensation, yet inexplicably I maintained my balance and didn't fall.
However, to the gaze of the others, silver flames ignited around the two people's bodies.
It did not harm their bodies, but it burned everything except their bodies.
In the blink of an eye, two snow-white, exquisite female bodies appeared in the center of the hall.
Narcissa tightened her clothes. Although she wanted to, she didn't want to do it in the hall in front of other people.
Lessie was much more straightforward; she had already taken off her coat.
If Basil hadn't stopped them, they probably would have already taken their clothes off.
Basil wiped away a cold sweat; he didn't want to lose his purity. After finding a way for his consciousness to release its desires, he began to care much more about the purity of his physical body. This wasn't just because he considered that in some worlds, undefiled virginity was a precious positive buff.
A minute later, the eyes of the two beautiful white marble sculptures regained their liveliness.
The petite one let out a soft sigh. She seemed quite satisfied with her current state. After shedding the bloodthirsty burden that had weighed on her mind for over a century, she wanted to vent her frustrations, and tearing off her clothes was one of the ways she did so.
The tall woman with a perfect figure that any woman would envy was still immersed in her own world. For her, the addiction to blood was like an ant constantly gnawing at her heart; when the ant actually left, she felt somewhat uneasy.
Basil waved his hand hastily, and the two of them began to be enveloped in their robes. He was almost losing control of himself.
He could be completely in control of himself and absorb desires as a "shadow," remaining unmoved, but he didn't want to be like that.
It was really fun at first, but now I'm getting a little tired of it.
The process of enduring and restraining his desires actually made him feel alive, and his life became more colorful.
Alice disgustedly removed most of the fabric, revealing her alluring collarbone and gleaming white shoulders. "I really don't want to drink blood anymore. I have no desire for it at all."
Coming to her senses, Rosalie blushed slightly and said with her head down, "I'm a little hungry. I've been missing the delicious food from my first life for so long."
Basil flicked his wrist, and the table and chairs began to move.
The long table returned to the center, and four high-backed chairs slid behind them.
A force made them sit down, and the chairs, along with the people, were moved to the long table.
The cane danced again, and stacks of delicious food appeared on the table.
While there are many kinds of delicious food, the portions are very small, only enough for a few bites.
"You can try them all and rediscover the deliciousness of the food."
Alice puffed out her cheeks and nodded; she had already eaten a meatball.
Rosalie was a little more reserved. She couldn't wait to pick up a cherry-shaped piece of foie gras, lightly licked it with her tongue, and savored the rich and creamy texture. Her eyes narrowed into slits, and she was practically wagging her tail.
Basil smiled, forked a piece of braised beef, and said before eating, "By the way, I haven't reduced your bodily functions that allow you to maintain them for months by drinking blood. You've just lost your blood addiction and can choose to eat human food instead of drinking blood."
"The rust and stench of the blood still taste delicious to you."
"After all, isn't this also a kind of superpower?"
"Your blood utilization rate is too high, too energy-efficient."