Hermione proudly raised her little head. "Bucky doesn't need your headband. He has a photographic memory on his own."
To ease the awkwardness, Basil coughed.
He truly has a photographic memory.
It also doesn't need the function of a hairband.
But it's useful for the other people in the group.
It's useless now.
It's because he just took a photo and had it engraved.
He can use the engraved information to create cards, or use this information to 'make a wish' and generate learnable magic.
Even so, the headband wasn't entirely useless.
It is imbued with a magic that lasts almost forever; it's not the kind of cheap item with an expiration date, but a family heirloom that can be preserved indefinitely.
Moreover, the girl was sincere and had no bad intentions.
However, this only means that she doesn't have it.
Her family, and even the person who needs the medicine, may not be like that.
Thinking of this, Basil slowly said, "I don't have the Elixir of Life Potion."
"But I have a way to break the curse on your father."
"How did you know?" An Feng asked in shock.
Suzuki Junko and Mary Scott behind her exchanged a sharp look. It seemed that the boy in front of them was more than just good-looking.
Then something even more astonishing happened.
Under the gray Sky Curtain, Basil raised his right hand, and holy light burst forth, condensing into liquid.
[Source of Life] + Holy Sword Light!
Best match!
Without a trace of smoke or fire, he casually pulled a Crystal from thin air with his left hand and caught the liquid light.
"Spellcasting without a medium!" An Feng stammered.
In the Dragon Country, it is not uncommon to cast spells without using a wand.
Because they use Hand Seal, incantations, and other magical items as mediums for casting spells.
Just now, Basil merely raised his hand, without using any medium, and a magical phenomenon that was clearly extraordinary was created.
At such close range, she could clearly sense the sacredness of the light, as if it were the condensation of the most beautiful things in the world.
Now all eyes in the Great Hall are on this.
Masaru Kobayashi's fake smile froze; he sensed a deadly crisis within that light.
Manstein squinted.
The others in the Great Hall, including the international students, could only see that it was Nonverbal Spellcasting.
They thought it was a variant of the Lumos.
Of course, they were also very surprised, shocked, and even admired.
This is completely beyond the level of a student.
Basil didn't care about the stares of others.
"Then."
The Crystal flew into An Feng's hands.
He was eager to see how the forces behind this Sichuan girl would make their next move.
"What is this?" An Feng's eyes revealed three parts joy, five parts doubt, and two parts surprise.
She vaguely sensed the answer.
Basil nodded. "It's just as you guessed, the potion to lift your father's curse."
"You can use it first and then receive the goods."
"No need." An Feng stuffed the hairband into Basil's hand.
He lowered his head and whispered, "I believe you."
Then he turned and ran away.
Kneading the milky-white hair ribbon that resembled liquid, Basil looked up at the remaining two.
"Where are you two?"
Suzuki Junko's eyes darted around, "Eh~"
"Just getting to know you, hello Scott."
They both began to back down.
That light illuminated all the dark sides of their hearts.
It brought them into a Mind Stone sage mode.
They just feel like they deserve to die!
How could I deceive the heart of this boy, whose heart shines like gold and whose soul is as pure as Crystal, for the sake of Philosopher's Stone?
Just as they were racking their brains, thinking about how to leave, Professor McGonagall appeared.
What are you doing here?
She looked warily at the two foreign girls.
She was supposed to be distributing timetables at the long table next to Gryffindor, but as soon as she saw Basil surrounded, her legs moved involuntarily and she came over there.
"Nothing?" x2
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison and quickly ran away.
Professor McGonagall was about to call Basil, but seeing Hermione, Phoebe, Ariana beside him, she changed her mind and said, "Granger, be careful, these international students are dangerous. Try to avoid getting close to them when Nymphadora Tonks and the professor aren't around."
"Here, these are your class schedules for the four of you."
She then returned to the front of the Gryffindor table.
"This morning is Herbology," Hermione said, spreading out her timetable.
Phoebe and Ariana huddled together. "We're in Potions Class."
Ariana shrank back; having read the Harry Potter novels and watched the movies, she was somewhat afraid of Potions Class and Snape.
Basil saw this immediately. "You shouldn't worry. If Snape really dares to target you, Dumbledore won't let him get away with it."
"Oh, right, here's a headband for you."
He gathered Hermione's hair up and tied it with a headband.
She brought her mouth close to the translucent earlobe.
How are you feeling?
Hermione felt a surge of heat, and her body went limp instantly.
It took her a while to notice the unmistakably cool sensation coming from above.
It felt as if every sulcus of the brain was being swept by a cold breeze.
"I feel like I can do anything."
"The soreness in my mouth when I wore braces as a child."
"Struggling when held in her mother's arms as an infant."
"I even remember the room where I was born, the warmth of the sunlight filtering through the curtains and caressing my cheeks?"
"I can remember everything!"
But then, her cheeks flushed, and her pupils dilated in a daze.
Using the headband, she began to vividly recall the real-life experience of her encounter with Basil after the Quidditch Champion's banquet.
Basil was in a very awkward position.
He can read minds.
Phoebe, standing to the side, curled her lip and said, "Look at you, so capable."
After a long time, just before class was about to start, Basil interrupted, "We should go."
"Ah~" Hermione woke up as she entered the room.
She looked around; Ariana and Phoebe had disappeared.
No, there's almost no one in the Great Hall now.
The food on the long table was all cleared out, along with the plates.
"Five minutes left."
Basil's voice rang out.
Then Hermione was held in his hand.
In an instant, she felt as if her body had lost the influence of gravity, and everything in front of her began to blur.
It felt like a very long time had passed.
When the vibrant colors faded and the image became clear, the students waiting outside the greenhouse were already in front of her.
Out of the corner of my eye, I subconsciously glanced at Basil, and for a moment, he seemed to be glowing.
"How come you mean so far away? This isn't Apparition; I've read the book."
"The feeling of shifting from form to form has been described above."
"And Hogwarts can't either—"
"Wait a minute, you don't mean you come to see me at Christmas and during summer vacation in this way, do you?!"
"The new magic you invented?"
The off-white hairband in her brown hair shone brightly.
She kept replaying her feelings in her mind, her face full of shock.
Basil shook his head. "No, this is movement in a physical sense."
"The power of the Phoenix and the Cold Race."
That's actually the phoenix's light magic that allows it to carry tens of tons of weight while flying, combined with the vampire's high speed.
The magic of lightness counteracts gravity and friction with the air.
This ensures that body temperature does not drop at high speeds and that strong winds do not blow when arriving at the destination.
It is another interesting way of traveling after light-based travel.
"The Cold Race?" Hermione with some curiosity.
"You can guess," Basil whistled lightly.
"The professor is here!" A crowd of students gathered in front of him.
That's Professor Sprout.
A short, stocky witch, the headmistress of Hufflepuff.
Today, Basil and his classmates are having their Herbology with the Hufflepuff students.
She was walking across the lawn toward them.
A patched hat was placed over her flowing hair, her clothes were covered in mud, and her nails were decorated with mud-based 'nail art'.
She was always like this, constantly fiddling with plants in the greenhouse.
"Today we're going to the Third Greenhouse," Professor Sprout said.
The students whispered among themselves, clearly intrigued.
They had only been inside the Greenhouse One —the plants in the Third Greenhouse were more interesting, but also more dangerous.
Hermione temporarily stopped worrying about the Cold Race's true identity.
Instead, he smugly hummed, "Didn't they even preview the textbook?"
"The One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi' is arranged according to their difficulty and danger level. We've also excluded the ones we've already learned."
Professor Sprout took a large key from his belt and opened the door.
But Hermione persisted, "Isn't the answer obvious?"
"Abyssinian Shrinking Fig!"
Unlike the original timeline, Hermione, who wasn't beaten up by Ron's words and changed herself, is now more worldly-wise than she was when she first entered the school.
But when facing Basil, she was still that annoying little devil who loved to quote scriptures.
Basil liked her very much.
They firmly believe in book knowledge and flaunt it, only to be defeated by reality, leaving them feeling like a defeated dog, unwilling to accept their fate.
Just like now, Basil grinned mischievously. "Are you really sure it's Abyssinian Shrinking Fig?"
"Isn't there a possibility... well, that it might be difficult at first and easy later?"
Hermione started shaking her leg unconsciously, her little hands clenched tightly.
But she still stubbornly insisted, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
However, the next second, her body stiffened.
As she followed Basil into the greenhouse, she immediately noticed about twenty pairs of earmuffs of different colors on a bench.
Having previewed the textbook, she immediately understood the content of this lesson— Mandrake.
How could that be?
"Mandrake is so dangerous."
"Its cry can be deadly!"
(Ron stretched out his ears.)
"Professor Sprout is so arrogant."
(Neville's body begins to tremble.)
"Aren't you afraid that Gryffindor students will cause trouble in class and get into accidents right from the start, exposing them to such dangerous things?"
Hermione was so distracted that she forgot she was also Gryffindor student.
Neville, the future herbalist Gryffindor swordsman, turned around. "Didn't you notice?"
"These Mandrake are still very young."
"Their cries now would only make people faint."
"This is the perfect time to learn about them."
"In time, their cries won't be as 'safe' as they are now."
"Also, didn't you look at the class schedule?"
"Because there are too many first-year students, classrooms for all subjects have been enlarged using the Undetectable Extension Charm."
"So now all four colleges are having classes together."
"The only exception is the Herbology."
"Professor Sprout was worried about the safety of the students. The combination of too many students and the dangerous plants being taught was not a good thing."
Neville took a deep breath. "That's why Professor Sprout isn't arrogant! She's very responsible!"
"I'm so sorry," Hermione stammered.
She wanted to say something more, but the class had already started.
Professor Sprout stood in the middle of the greenhouse and said, "Can any of you guess what we're going to talk about today?"
Hermione had just felt ashamed and somewhat confused, was the first to raise her hand, which was expected by everyone.
However, a hand raised not far away stunned everyone.
It's Ron.
Hermione forgot to just give the answer directly.
Professor Sprout did the same, "You cough, Weasley! I mean, say it!"
Ron said confidently, "Mandrake!"
"Hearing the cry of the Mandrake will kill you."
While the other students were turning pale, he added, "But not today's; they are still seedlings."
Thunderous applause erupted instantly in the greenhouse.
Hermione stared in disbelief, her hand still raised, as if she had become a motionless statue.
Professor Sprout joined in, and after a long while she stopped clapping, exclaiming, "Fantastic! Gryffindor 10 points!"
"Yes, we're going to repot the Mandrake today."
"They are indeed still very young."
She pointed to a row of deep-bottomed plates.
Hearing Professor Sprout's assurance, the students all crowded forward, wanting to get a better look.
There were about a hundred seedlings, green with a hint of purple, lined up there.
"Weasley, do you know anything else about its properties?"
Ron, of course, didn't know.
The content he overheard did not contain the answer to this question.
But he remained calm and said directly, "Why not send Hermione?"
"Her hand has been raised until now."
"Alright," Professor Sprout nodded. "Hermione, you come here."
Hermione remained motionless, her gaze vacant.
But her little mouth still accurately uttered the answer.
She is like a living search engine. "Mandrake, also known as Mandrake Root, is a powerful restorative agent used to restore people who have been Transfiguration or cursed to their original state."
"Very good! Gryffindor +5 points!" Professor Sprout said.
The next second, Hermione came back to life.
Five points?
The shame of losing to Ron energized Hermione.
"Everyone take a pair of earmuffs," Professor Sprout said.
As soon as she finished speaking, Hermione transformed into a phantom and rushed toward the bench.
Then Basil saw that he had two white earmuffs in his hand.
Hermione's is blue.
Wow, so fast! They even picked out colors that both of them liked!
Other students also acted quickly to avoid grabbing the pink earmuffs.
But she's nowhere near as good as Hermione.
Basil almost suspected that Hermione had vampire blood, which gave her the ability to move at super speed.
Seeing Basil's stunned expression, Hermione raised her earmuffs. "Aren't you going to put them on?"
Basil shook his head. "Let's wait for the professor's instructions. You were so fast just now, could it be that your magic remembered how I moved you and reproduced it in your emotional state?"
"Am I fast?" Hermione asked, tilting her head.