Hermione and the others are still too fixated on the books.
Because of Norberta's appearance, they all learned about Norwegian Ridgeback in detail.
But this, in turn, creates a cognitive bias.
On the other hand, Hagrid guessed the answer immediately, thanks to his keen intuition about Magical Creature.
Norberta does indeed like Basil.
The attraction between the sexes.
The Dragon Blood of Red Dragon in Basil's body is too sublime, and the "Dragon of Good and Evil" is too powerful.
This caused the feminine instinct within Norberta to erupt instantly, causing him to lose his ferocious nature.
They chose the missionary position, a position that wild female Norwegian Ridgeback had never chosen before.
The newly matured body continuously emitted pheromones that only dragons could smell.
Basil suddenly felt relieved that the Dragon Blood he inherited did not come from the red dragon in D&D.
Otherwise, the giant lizard in front of him would have been perceived as a beautiful woman lying prone in his field of vision.
In DND, the dragon's eyes can see the beauty of all things.
It allows you to immerse yourself in any race and appreciate the beauty of that race.
In addition, their extraordinary reproductive power, which can overcome reproductive barriers, means that any race, even a dung beetle, could possess Dragon Blood.
Thinking of this, Basil couldn't help but shudder.
After all, he's not Indian.
Hermione, Harry, Ron also realized what was going on.
Hermione, in particular, felt that the dragon's eyes looked familiar.
This is often seen in many slutty, pretentious women who covet Basil.
After seeing the mother dragon roll over, lower her head, and emit a distinct, high-pitched wheezing sound, she became even more certain.
Almost everyone thought of the incident last summer.
Basil's height increased dramatically and his eyes turned gold, prompting Professor McGonagall to take him for a medical examination, where it was discovered that he had suffered a bloodline atavism.
"You have the blood of a fire dragon!" Hagrid exclaimed. "You're definitely not an ordinary fire dragon!"
"No fire dragon could make Norwegian Ridgeback willingly submit to its scent."
"Hmph." Ron chuckled, looking as if he already knew.
"You know?" x2
Hermione and Hagrid asked at the same time.
However, their tones differed.
One was filled with shock and sourness, the other with surprise and anticipation.
"Of course!" Ron puffed out his chest and raised his head.
"Harry knows too!"
He added another sentence.
Harry:?
"What should I know?"
All eyes turned to Ron.
Ron's ears turned red. "Didn't Sirius say that?"
"He said the sword helped him a lot."
"Basil possesses King Arthur's sword. The sword is directly integrated into his body, and it will emit light with the slightest wave of his hand."
"Then the sword faded from the light."
"Haven't you heard?"
"In the legends of King Arthur, there is a title that refers to the incarnation of a red dragon."
"That sword?" x2
Hermione and Harry instantly recalled the period after the Quidditch Final, when Basil often carried the golden sword at his waist.
Instantly, Norberta's reaction lost its appeal.
King Arthur is to the British what Sun Wukong is to the Dragon Country.
Everyone, including Hagrid, wanted to see the sword and examine it closely.
——
The Headmaster's Office was also extremely lively.
Dumbledore Red Warmth, was preparing to watch his sister's day before dinner as a diversion.
The images presented by the silver mist trembled and became distorted due to his anger.
The envelope in the drawer flew out automatically and transformed into Howler under the magical radiation that distorted the air.
They traveled through space and arrived in front of Snape's big nose.
Then he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Severus Snape! How dare you!"
The loud noise filled the entire office, even cracking the glass jars on the lockers.
Snape reacted quickly, drawing his wand and waving it twice in the air.
This ensured the safety of his Potions ingredients.
And the sound was confined to the room.
"Get your ass to my office! You'd better have a good reason."
Dumbledore's voice was a hundred times louder than usual, making the scales and mortar on the table rattle and the echoes on the stone walls deafening.
Meanwhile, Lupin, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, excitedly headed towards his office on the Seventh Floor after confirming that the spell given by Dumbledore was correct.
Then, a dramatic scene unfolded.
Passing through the dripping stone beast and ascending the automatically moving spiral staircase, Lupin, who was hesitating at the entrance to the Headmaster's Office, bumped into Snape, who was standing on the stone steps and gradually approaching him.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Lupin carefully examined the incantation itself, as well as its notes.
One of its prerequisites is that he naturally knew about the Wolfsbane Potion.
Even some Master of Potions find the preparation of this potion challenging.
Snape was one of only three people in the British Wizarding World who could be brewed.
Therefore, he mistakenly thought that Snape had been called over by Dumbledore to discuss the details of the potion, and that adjustments might be needed to match the spell.
But seeing Snape's gloomy, sour face and his lifeless, dark eyes, as dark as a train tunnel, Lupin was now extremely embarrassed.
It must be very painful to help someone you were an enemy of when you were young because of your duty.
The Werewolf's keen sense of smell, mixed with the greasy scent of Potions, indeed increased his resentment after seeing him.
Lupin was even more certain of this.
If Snape could read minds, he would definitely give Lupin a thorough dressing-down from beginning to end.
His sour face was simply because he hadn't been a student for many years and was about to be criticized again.
Seeing Lupin's increased indignation was simply because it made him feel more connected to the character.
It felt like I had truly returned to my student days.
Because he used Dark Magic in the duel, he was made an example of by the professor in front of those four bastards and Lily.
They completely ignored the fact that he was outnumbered four to one.
Thinking of this, Snape's expression became even more gloomy. His eyes lost their luster under the operation of Legilimency, like black buttons or pebbles, unlike the eyes of a living person.
Both of their bodies stiffened.
But the spiral staircase in the Headmaster's Office happens to go up automatically.
So, just as Snape's lips were about to touch Lupin's, they both moved and turned away.
Before the sphinx-headed eagle-headed gate, two figures stood motionless, one on the left and one on the right, like guardian stone statues.
Dumbledore in his office.
The pitiful scenes from Ariana's Potions Class kept replaying in my mind.
Snape's presence, the fluctuations of his Magic Field, were constantly etched into my mind.
So much so that he overlooked Lupin's arrival.
Just as Snape's presence Setsuna near the gate— the Archmage's magic, infused with his very essence and moving from the depths of his heart, stirred.
Boom!
Enhanced Senses Charm activated.
Lupin quickly stepped back, his face pale.
The air in front of me was distorted.
A wave of heat brushed past my ears.
The gate was wide open.
Wood chips, charred remains, and molten copper splashing everywhere.
A giant, golden-red hand burst through the door, twisted its 'wrist,' and grabbed Snape.
The next second, Snape's figure, along with the sound of his giant hand, vanished from the spot.
Lupin breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, no one had died.
The heat of that giant hand, capable of melting gold and burning iron, vanished before it even reached Snape.
Otherwise, Snape would be like sizzling meat on a hot plate, making a loud noise and smelling delicious.
Just then, Dumbledore's deep voice rang out from inside the door.
"Who gave you the audacity to bully my sister!"
"Oh?" Snape replied calmly.
Lupin felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
Snape, how dare he!
For a moment, as the only professor who didn't know Ariana's identity, he even overlooked the existence of Dumbledore's sister, this peculiar character.
Dumbledore indeed very angry. "Oh? You only said 'oh'?"
Snape said nonchalantly, "I don't understand. If you really care about your sister... a third party, humph~"
Sensing Dumbledore's angry magical fluctuations, Basil, whose perspective shifted to this side: Damn! Are you out of your mind? Just for shipping?
Despite this thought, Basil still summoned the Dragon Knight, preparing to save Snape's life.
It's worth mentioning that Lupin also gripped his wand tightly, his mind racing with protective spells.
Surprisingly, Dumbledore did nothing.
Instead, thanks to his exceptional self-control, he managed to suppress his anger.
"This is what Ariana wanted."
"That girl?" Lupin was startled.
When he heard about Dumbledore's sister, the third party, he didn't connect it to Ariana.
Instead, what came to mind was Albus Dumbledore in drag, flitting between Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey, before being targeted by Snape, who couldn't stand it anymore.
Then he understood everything.
Hermione and Basil?
Snape's voice softened for once, "As an older brother, shouldn't you be teaching your sister what's right?"
"You are Albus Dumbledore."
"The embodiment of righteousness, cruelly demanding of oneself, a true saint!"
How could you?
"I don't understand."
The wrinkles that had appeared on Dumbledore's face from anger were smoothed out. He stood up, stroked the back of his chair, and sighed, "She's more important than being right."
I thought you would understand.
"Lily— "
"Don't say her name!" Snape screamed, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on.
"Then you can tell me why you care so much about the combination of two Granger," Dumbledore asked calmly, his face showing an unwavering certainty, as if he was sure Snape would honestly answer his question.
Snape was indeed being manipulated.
He was completely flustered and, like Dumbledore, ignored Lupin he had just met.
After taking a deep breath, he said, "I see the shadows of myself and Lily in the two of them."
"It's as if I knew the relationship between the houses in advance, and I gave up Slytherin and chose to be with Lily."
Dumbledore blinked in surprise.
"Severus, why would you think that?"
"Are you as handsome and popular as Basil Granger?"
"Although he was chosen by the Caliburn and is the embodiment of good, on the other hand, as the incarnation of a red dragon, he also possesses the lewd nature of a dragon."
"Hermione may be excellent, but she cannot be the only partner of the future King of England."
"The King of England? King Arthur? Caliburn?" Snape looked at Dumbledore with the eyes of someone looking at a madman.
"And what about Potter? Wasn't he your chosen the Chosen One? A puppet you manipulated?"
"Don't tell me you've gotten tired of that boy and have your eye on a new toy?"
"Potter has already paid a heavy price for the so-called safety and destiny of defeating the Dark Lord."
"What?" Dumbledore chuckled. "If I heard correctly, you're pitying him?"
"Then why were you so harsh on him? Even after he took the initiative to be nice to you?"
"Do you find James's face so repulsive?"
Snape shook his head. "I'm glad, glad that her son is free from your control."
"He who is destined to confront the Dark Lord must be tempered, not live in flowers and praise."
"The latter, McGonagall and the others have already given a lot."
Basil sensed a lie.
Snape was indeed lying; he simply felt unworthy.
I'm afraid that those familiar green eyes will reveal a tenderness towards him.
I also loathe the existence of that face; it's an insult to those eyes.
Dumbledore also saw through Snape's insincerity.
But instead of pointing it out, he went straight to the point of today's conversation. "So, will you still target my sister?"
His index finger had already touched the scalding hot wand in his crotch.
If Snape says no.
Then it will meet Snape.
Snape shook his head. "No."
"Granger has already had enough bad luck to be chosen by you and have your life manipulated."
"As for the sacrifice he made in place of her child, I can turn a blind eye."
"Even if your sister is gone, there are others."
"But I have a question," Snape's eyes sharpened, "Is it true, as you say, that your sister was frozen in magical amber to heal the curse on her body, and that the Philosopher's Stone was sacrificed to awaken her?"
"Instead of simply taking Elixir of Life."
Dumbledore's heart tightened.
If Snape had known that Ariana was resurrected, he probably would have gone mad.
Then she became obsessed with reviving Lily, which endangered Ariana.
He had no choice but to kill Snape.
Therefore, for Snape's sake, Dumbledore behaved perfectly normally, without any inappropriate actions or expressions.
And then the question was passed back to them.
"What's the difference?"
Snape became serious. "This is important. I don't want Basil Granger to be taken advantage of by an old man."
Basil: No, I don't care at all, as long as it's pretty.
But Snape couldn't hear Basil's thoughts.
With his hands behind his back and his brow furrowed, he said, "He already has a tragic future ahead of him."
"I hope that the journey will be adorned with flowers."
Harry: You fucking hypocrite!
Dumbledore smile, "You really think I can control Basil Granger's future?"
"Ever since he appeared, everything I've planned has been disrupted in unexpected ways."
"And he is also Archmage."
"You can destroy his body and soul, but you can never change his will."
"Are you changing the subject?" Snape's eyes flashed coldly. "I just want to know if your sister is an old woman?"
"You—" Dumbledore's temples throbbed, and he almost cursed, "Ariana is not an old woman!"
No! She's still a girl!
"A beautiful seventeen-year-old girl!"
Snape raised an eyebrow. "Seventeen? Fifth grade?"
"Just tell me if she's trying to look young or not!"