To be honest, Basil sometimes wonders if vampires were created by nature to save resources.
While eliminating resource-wasting humans, they will also transform themselves into a super energy-efficient species that can operate for months simply by drinking blood.
With that thought, Basil tapped the table lightly with his index finger, and two glasses of emerald green liquid appeared beside Alice and Rosalie.
"You can try some fresh Dragon Blood."
Narcissa's expression was somewhat off. Although in Muggle novels, soaking in Dragon Blood could make one invulnerable and improve one's health.
However, in the Wizarding World, Dragon Blood Dragon Blood is poisonous, and none of its twelve uses involve ingesting it directly without processing.
If left unprocessed, its most famous use is as a stove cleaner.
A single drop of Dragon Blood mixed with water can make enough cleaning solution to last a year.
Therefore, in Narcissa's view, this was no different from drinking cleaning agents directly.
But under the senses of Alice and Rosalie.
The thick, acidic green liquid smelled like fruit, and made your mouth water.
As you lift the glass and take Setsuna, the bubbly sensation of soda, the sweetness of peach, and the rich flavor of banana all rush into your mouth.
But what's even more amazing is the body's response after it enters the stomach.
Like rain after a long drought, the intense feeling of fullness that had just arisen vanished instantly, and the Setsuna the Dragon Blood entered the body, it seemed to seep into every aspect of the body.
In a daze, they seemed to hear a barely perceptible heartbeat.
It originates from one's own chest cavity.
So the two of them eagerly drank it all down and then looked at Basil.
They didn't even bother to wipe away the remaining green juice from the corners of their mouths.
But it didn't need to be; in an instant, it seeped into the skin, which was no longer pale but had a slight pinkish hue.
Basil smiled slightly. "I've tested it. The blood of powerful creatures can temporarily revive your 'dead' bodies."
"Not only will your heartbeat be restored, but your strength and superpowers will also become stronger."
However, with a gust of wind, Rosalie's figure appeared beside him.
She was panting heavily as she pressed her face against Basil's.
Just as Basil was wondering if the Dragon Blood was the wrong kind and might have an aphrodisiac effect, Rosalie kissed his neck and said, "Isn't it true that I can get pregnant like a normal person now?"
Oh no! Rosalie wants to have a baby!
Basil's fingertips glowed instantly, pulling the other four people present into a dreamlike state, along with himself.
In the hall, which is exactly the same as in reality, Basil's clothes have been torn.
Rosalie straddled it.
Before two imposing wrought iron gates, a figure in black robes stretched out his left arm.
The bright moonlight illuminated his pale golden hair, his indifferent gray eyes, and Malfoy's signature pointed face.
Just when he thought he could pass through the gate as he had in life, an invisible ripple born from the hall passed through the fountain, the purple hedges, and the graceful white peacock, striking his body.
The returning spirits turned into black smoke.
More than a thousand miles away in the Black Forest of Albania, an angry roar startled a flock of geese.
To reach the UK from Albania, one must cross the Gulf of Adriatic, Italy, Switzerland, Belgium, France, and then the English Channel.
It took him a great deal of effort to make Lucius Malfoy's ghost look exactly like a living person.
To avoid attracting the attention of the Wizarding World, the ghost of Lucius Malfoy that he controlled was always on foot or swimming.
If it weren't for the fact that the undead can pass through mountains and buildings, don't need to breathe, don't get tired, and can walk in a straight line, he estimated it would take much longer.
We finally arrived at the Malfoy Manor in County Witt.
Before he could even enter the door, Lucius Malfoy's physical form was shattered, and the consciousness attached to it was instantly sent back to Albania.
Voldemort, suppressing his rage, summoned Lucius Malfoy back and inquired about the details, "Lucius, did you sense anything different? Compared to when you came home before?"
Lucius Malfoy replied mechanically, "I never use the gate. To avoid stepping onto the filthy Muggle -built driveway."
If Voldemort had a face, it would be incredibly stiff.
Lucius Malfoy's answer was very Death Eater; if the maximum score was 100, he would give it 99. The one point was not enough, to prevent Lucius from becoming arrogant.
Even if he wanted to torture Lucius to vent his anger, Lucius was already dead.
The black mist representing Voldemort solidified, and a pale hand emerged from it, picking up the wand that resembled a withered branch from the ground—
Avada Kedavra!
A flash of green light, and a rat that happened to be passing by met its untimely death.
"What?" a voice shouted from the side.
Harry kicked and thrashed about, eventually getting wrapped in the bed curtains and rolling off the bed. For a few seconds, he didn't even know where he was. He believed that pale arm and the chilling green light would reappear in the darkness.
However, Ron's voice rang out beside him.
"Can you stop moving around like a madman? You kicked me in the stomach!"
Ron pulled back the bed curtains, and Harry lay on his back on the floor, staring at Ron in the dim light, his scars burning.
Ron was sleeping soundly when his stomach suddenly malfunctioned, the culprit being Harry's foot, who was sleeping in the same bed as him.
"You dreamt about Voldemort again? Did he find the Elder Wand or the Invisibility Cloak?" Ron asked, pulling Harry up. "Or... he's resurrected? Don't stay silent! This can't be real, can it? I thought that Malfoy bastard coming to the Black family was already a nightmare!"
"No, no—" Harry gasped, his forehead seeming to flare again. "He only killed a rat. He didn't come back to life. He only managed to conjure an arm. Lucius Malfoy was right there, and for some reason, he was furious."
Harry groaned, shivering as he sat down on the bed, rubbing his scars.
"That's bad news, though. He can actually bring the dead back to life now. I don't know if he can bring back more, or other people."
"What did you say?" Ron asked in horror. "You mean he can summon the dead?"
"I'm not mistaken," Harry said, as he began to recall Draco's face. "Yes, the same pointed face, gray eyes, and receding hairline, just like in the Daily Prophet's photo. Yes, it's Lucius Malfoy!"
"This is definitely terrible. You know what I mean. He doesn't need to resurrect himself, or even do it himself."
"All he needs to do is investigate the dead that the enemy cares about and bring them back to life."
"Dumbledore and Basil are formidable, but would they lay a hand on their own parents?"
"This is terrifying. I can't find a way to deal with Voldemort."
Ron was pale and his hands were trembling. He made a lame joke, "Basil might not be. He's never even met his parents."
Harry ignored what Ron said; he just kept frowning and biting his fingers as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, he slammed his hand on the table. "I've got it! The Deathly Hallows!"
Ron didn't quite understand Harry's words. "But isn't the most powerful Deathly Hallows already in Voldemort's hands?"
Harry stood up and excitedly circled around in place. "Don't you understand? I mean the other two Deathly Hallows! All three Deathly Hallows together make us the masters of Death. I dare say that if we get two, we'll definitely have a way to deal with the Resurrection Stone."
"Otherwise, the owner of the Resurrection Stone would have ruled the world long ago!"
In his mind, the phantoms of his parents, holding magic wands and grinning at him, began to blur, along with the fear of their sudden disappearance.
He was about to burst out laughing when the door suddenly opened.
"What are you arguing about?" A thin figure carrying a lantern walked in.
The orange-red light illuminated his sharp, thin chin.
Ron cried out, "Lucius Malfoy! Voldemort has come knocking!"
He shrank into the corner.
"Is this funny?" Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes, anger flashing in his gray pupils. "My father is dead."
The next second, the entire room was brightly lit.
Two heavy footsteps came from outside the door.
"What? Voldemort?"
"I think I heard Lucius Malfoy."
Sirius and Lupin quickly ran into the room.
Draco also noticed that Ron's face didn't show mockery, but genuine fear.
Ten minutes later, at the dining table.
Sirius tapped his chibi-style brother's head as he accepted the French fish offal soup that Kreacher brought him.
Lupin's eyes were lowered, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Draco's eyes were slightly red, veins bulged with anger at his temples, and he kept muttering vulgar curses, including those about Voldemort.
Ron yawned.
Harry looked energetic, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden.
In that situation, he had no choice but to lay everything out on the table.
He had a dream before, the Tale of the Three Brothers he heard at the Lovegood family — the Deathly Hallows, today's dream, and his speculations.
Surprisingly, he felt much more relaxed after revealing everything.
And no one questioned this.
They all quickly accepted everything.
What he didn't know was that Sirius and Lupin, having witnessed Basil's holy sword and the magic that created spirits, were already much more receptive to unusual things.
Draco had a dream, and now Draco finally understands its meaning. The one he shouldn't trust, the one he shouldn't approach, is his father—a familiar stranger who has returned from the afterlife, controlled by Voldemort, his father's killer.
Sirius scooped up a spoonful of fish soup, blew on it, and held it to his younger brother's lips, who could only babble.
After seeing him drink it down, he said, "I think we should tell Basil and Dumbledore."
Draco took a deep breath. "You also need to tell my mother. Otherwise, she'll definitely be deceived. You can tell Dumbledore, then tell her. I can get her to sign Unbreakable Vow with you."
"What is Unbreakable Vow? It certainly cannot be broken, but what is the price of breaking it?" Harry subconsciously looked at Ron always knew some obscure things.
"Death," Ron said simply. "When I was five, Fred and George wanted me to stand up, and I almost did. I even shook hands with Fred and stuff, but Dad found out and he was furious."
Ron's eyes gleamed with reminiscence. "That was the only time I ever saw Dad get angry like Mom did. Fred said his left side of his butt was different from then on."
"Nobody cares about a man's ass!" Draco exclaimed in exasperation. "We're not Dumbledore! My mother's business—"
Harry nodded. "If that's the case, we can agree."
"In the dream, Voldemort summoned your father, there must have been a reason."
"Make your dad tell your mom some nonsense like he faked his death for his master's greater purpose."
Draco loosened his clenched fist. "That's good."
Harry shifted his gaze to Lupin, who had remained silent. "Why aren't you saying anything? Do you know any clues? About the Deathly Hallows?"
Draco's ears perked up instantly; he longed to get the Elder Wand and kill Voldemort with his own hands.
Ron jumped up, half his body slumped on the table, his elbows almost touching the soup. "Really?"
Sirius massaged his younger brother's belly with his fingertips while asking curiously, "Did you find this while I was in jail?"
He knows Lupin very well; he just hadn't noticed it at first.
But after Harry's suggestion, he became certain that Lupin must know some clues about the Deathly Hallows.
Lupin glanced at Draco, but after glancing at Sirius again, he spoke up.
"Sirius, after hearing the Tale of the Three Brothers, didn't you notice an item that matches the description in the story?"
"A Cloak that makes a person truly and completely invisible, permanently effective, and invisible no matter what spell is used to break it."
Sirius took a deep breath. "You mean James's— "
Lupin nodded. "We're so familiar with James's Invisibility Cloak that we've never even considered how good it is. I've never heard of any other cloak as reliable as James's; we've never been detected wearing it—"
Sirius smiled. "Of course not—we're invisible when we wear it, Remus!"
"I'm also quite disappointed that once we learned Animagus, we rarely used it anymore."
Lupin made a face playfully. "It's my fault. You all had to turn into animals to keep me company."
"It's unbelievable that I've never noticed this before."
"The Invisibility Cloak will lose its effectiveness over time, or it may be pierced by a spell, leaving a hole. This is common sense."
"And according to James, it was passed down from his great-grandfather."
"But what should have been a tattered rag is still perfect!"
Sirius suddenly realized something. He wanted to slap the table, but with his younger brother on his lap, he could only clench his fist and say, "Now I finally understand why Dumbledore borrowed the Invisibility Cloak from James. It's easy for a wizard like Dumbledore to become invisible, but if it's Deathly Hallows, then it makes sense!"
"Dumbledore must know the secret of the Deathly Hallows!"
He quickly looked at Harry, "Harry! Where's the Invisibility Cloak? Did Dumbledore return it to you?"
If Dumbledore didn't return the Invisibility Cloak, it means that the matter of the Resurrection Stone cannot be told to Dumbledore.
The only option was to find an opportunity to secretly tell Basil.