Basil ignored Carlisle's sarcasm.
Clearly, as a father, he was unhappy that Basil had taken away both of his daughters.
As a husband, he also felt somewhat resentful of Basil and Esme's closeness.
Basil himself understood this.
So you can ignore it.
Edward, who was standing nearby, leaned over at the opportune moment and said, "So? We're going to ride this big guy to play ball."
After receiving Basil's permission, he began to stroke Norberta's scales. "It's incredible, harder than steel. And incredibly resilient."
Edward's mind-reading ability was transformed from the extraordinary insight he gained during his first life.
He often pays attention to details that most people would overlook.
After becoming a vampire, in addition to mind reading, he also memorized information about common materials and props using his five senses.
Not to mention, he also possesses the erudition characteristic of the studious vampires of the Cullen Family.
Throughout my long life, I've studied literature, mathematics, law, engineering, several languages, art history, and international trade to pass the time.
In addition, he also enjoys collecting luxury cars.
Therefore, the steel Edward was referring to was definitely not the common carbon steel.
This demonstrates just how high the physical defense of the Norwegian Ridgeback was.
That is indeed the case.
The most noteworthy aspect of the fire dragon's powerful, magically inhabited scales is actually the physical properties of those scales.
Light as a feather, strong as steel, and flexible enough to bend at will.
Wizards suspect that Goblin Silver possesses the qualities of being indestructible, repelling dust, and absorbing magical substances to enhance itself, which is attributed to the addition of dragon scales.
However, the recipe and method for making Goblin silver have never been deciphered, just as other magical races have been unable to unravel the mysteries of wands.
Basil placed his hand on the black scales as well. "This is wondrous. Even Professor Flume couldn't decipher it."
"It can refine metals with superior physical and magical properties, but it cannot replicate the enhanced properties of absorbing magical substances."
"No wonder dragons are so valuable in the Wizarding World, just like oil in modern society."
While Basil was thinking, Bellatrix and the others also arrived.
"Looking down at the Dadi from behind a fire dragon during a thunderstorm. How romantic."
"The torrential rain was blocked by magic, and the damp air, carrying the scent of the forest, rolled into my nostrils—"
Bellatrix spread her arms wide, exclaiming with delight, "I can't wait any longer!"
She pretended not to have read the novel and didn't know that Mount Olympia was very dry and never rained.
Members like Alice and Rosalie did not join the [Witch Club], but only joined the [Dream Kingdom].
They were unaware of the existence of the medium that recorded information about their world, past and future.
Basil clicked his tongue and gave Bellatrix, who was behaving very dramatically, a look of disdain.
Every vampire present was cunning and shrewd, even the seemingly innocent Alice.
But no one called her out on it.
Alice chimed in, "You didn't know?"
"The Wind and Rain will only Cleansweep the town; our destination—the clearing halfway up the Olympia Mountains—will be quite dry."
"It's such a pity we won't be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery you described."
"Let's go," Basil said, unable to bear it any longer.
At first glance, the Norwegian Ridgeback might lead one to believe it's a fire-breathing dragon with a back covered in spikes, similar to the Hungarian Horntail.
However, their ridges are natural seats.
Each of the black ridges on the back is large enough for two people to sit on.
The original name of the Norwegian Ridgeback should actually be Norwegian Ridgeback. If they weren't so ferocious, they would be an excellent mount.
So, very easily, the Cullen family and Basil jumped onto Norberta's back.
Bellatrix, in a very pretentious manner, lightly touched the ground with her toes and flew up.
It flew to the side of Basil.
Whew!
It has spiked, broad black wings that flap.
Slap! Slap!
The cedar branches and leaves were hitting the window.
Norberta held his head high.
The blast wave hit the lawn with a loud bang!
The next second, a gust of wind swept everyone on the dragon's back.
The white building looked like a toy model to them.
They continued to rise.
The entire town of Fawkes turned into a green carpet in their eyes.
White clouds began to swirl around my legs.
Alice gripped the spine with her left hand, leaned to the right, and glided her other long arm through the clouds. "It's amazing! I've never flown this high before."
Bellatrix's pale face flushed instantly as she recalled how she had flaunted her flight in front of Alice. She forgot that Alice could fly too. Yet Alice had obediently hopped onto the dragon's back, and with such elegance.
Basil chatted with Carlisle, who was behind him.
Both Basil, who possessed the "Scales of Evil," and Carlisle, who had a vampire constitution, ignored the wind pressure as if it were just a gentle breeze.
Carlisle was very talkative, and Basil did not try to hide anything.
Soon, Carlisle learned that Basil was still a student and that many foreign powers had recently been sending students abroad in search of the Philosopher's Stone of immortality.
After briefly marveling at the existence of the Philosopher's Stone, Carlisle inquired about the information of these international students.
After Basil mentioned the Russian students, the gold in Carlisle's eyes deepened.
Clearly, this piqued his interest.
"Ivanov?"
"This is a very common surname in Russia."
"It's very interesting."
"In English, Ivan and John are the same name."
"Ivan is the Russian version of John."
"OB in Thaddeus Ross means 'son'."
"Nuo is a modal particle, it can be column, it can be yes."
"I don't need to explain the meaning of son."
"So Ivanov is equivalent to Johnson." Basil blinked with interest.
"Yes," Carlisle nodded. "And Ivan is also the name of Thaddeus Ross's first Tsar."
"To give you an analogy, if you are very knowledgeable about Chinese history, Ivanov is like the son of Qin Shi Huang, the successor of Qin Shi Huang."
"What about Scott Nova?" Basil thought of another Russian student.
Most international students from each country are paired up as a male and a female.
The male international student from Dragon Country was a boy named Wang Tao, who had absolutely no presence in the student's life.
Without hesitation, Carlisle replied, "Scott's daughter. If it's a granddaughter or grandson, it's Scott plus 'Novskaya' or 'Novsky'."
"Interesting." Basil stood up.
The rapidly moving jungle beneath our feet has receded into the distance, revealing a vast open space, twice the size of any outdoor baseball field.
"I'm going down now."
With a light leap, Basil left the spine.
We are currently hundreds of feet above the ground.
But his body did not fall rapidly.
On the contrary, it was as light as a feather.
It slowly floated to a bare rock.
"Me too!"
Basil looked up and heard a clear female voice from high above.
It's Alice.
Her petite body spread out in the air in a star shape.
Unlike Bajer, she fell straight down.
Her fair waist was bent into a U-shape by the intense wind pressure.
They looked like angels descending to earth.
But when it was still a foot above the ground, the little wind sprite suddenly lost weight and came to an abrupt stop, hovering in mid-air.
Then gracefully step onto the ground.
Apart from the dust kicked up by the high-speed fall, there was no sign of smoke or fire.
Immediately afterwards, Bellatrix, the only one left on the dragon's back who could fly, flew off her seat.
It spun in the air and finally landed beside Basil.
The remaining nameless vampires were on the dragon's back.
Undead races like them, who can only be killed by dismembering, separating, and burning their bodies, will not perish because of this height.
However, for the sake of the venue and the integrity of the shoes, they stayed safely on Longbei.
They gracefully jumped to the ground when they were Norberta 30 feet, or about 9 meters, above the ground.
Norberta lowered his head, gently rubbed Basil's hand, and then disappeared from the spot.
"How did it disappear?" Edward asked kindly.
Alice and Rosalie's acceptance of Basil, coupled with the existence of Potions that would cure their blood addiction and allow them to eat human food, led Edward to accept Basil long ago and regard him as family.
"Magic." Basil shrugged. "To be precise, what you see is not its entirety. Its complete information resides within my soul."
"Like this."
Amidst gasps of surprise from those around them, a waxy white hand, gleaming with a pearly luster, emerged from the black smoke.
The smoke and clouds transformed into a black robe, enveloping the tall, slender body.
What was finally revealed to the world was an incredibly smooth, bald head that also shone with a pearly luster.
Blood-red vertical pupils and a nose reduced to mere slits revealed the newcomer's identity— Voldemort.
"Who is he?" Edward looked constipated. "I can't read his mind either."
"All I could sense was that he craved fear."
"A demon from hell? An incarnation of Satan?"
In the Bible, the devil Satan is a great serpent with seven heads and ten horns, and seven Diadem on its seven heads.
Although the guy in front of me has a shiny head, he might be Satan who has come to earth. He can't wear horns and Diadem.
Esme frowned. Having committed suicide after losing a son and then becoming a vampire, she possessed a strong maternal instinct.
In the blink of an eye, she deduced, "He probably doesn't have a mother."
Basil nodded. "This guy that Boggart is in disguise, Tom Riddle, certainly doesn't have a mother."
His mother died shortly after his birth.
"Oh?" Carlisle raised the corners of his mouth in interest. "Haven't heard of that in a long time. It's a monster from Scotland and northern England."
In his first life, he inherited his father's position and became a monster hunter for the church.
In London, England.
Some people call it Bogie.
"These House-elf usually hide in cupboards and closets, like darkness, like to play pranks, and can Transfiguration, for example, by turning into a pile of dust."
Some people call it Boggart.
"But the descriptions are different."
"It is believed to always wear tattered and dirty clothes, with messy white hair, and not only likes to play pranks but also likes to create disasters. Moreover, once it settles down, there is no way to completely drive it away, and even moving cannot escape it."
"But whatever they are called, they are all considered to like playing pranks, so they are also called noisy ghosts or mischievous ghosts."
"I never imagined they would actually exist in another world."
A glint of memory flashed in Carlisle's eyes, and for a moment he seemed to have returned to the 1730s.
Basil was also very surprised, "I never imagined that the legends of your world would be so similar."
"Porgy's description is closest to Boggart's."
"But it's not for pranks; it transforms into the most terrifying image that anyone sees. It feeds on fear."
He pointed to 'Voldemort', saying, "And the form it's Transfiguration now is the deepest fear in my classmate's heart."
"He was also known as Voldemort. He was a notorious dark wizard."
"Most of the evil wizards and leaders of dark races."
Also known as the Dark Lord.
"He killed his parents in front of my classmate when he was still a baby."
Edward's expression twisted in pain. "So... because he doesn't have a mother himself, he wants to take someone else's mother too?"
Basil explained, "No, it's because he heard a Prophecy."
"The Prophecy said he would be defeated by my classmate."
Emmett found it hard to believe; he, who enjoyed dueling with creatures larger than himself, found it difficult to imagine that anyone would consider a baby as an opponent.
"Is he really the so-called Dark Lord? Afraid of failure, he sought out a baby?"
Are all the dark wizards in your world blind?
Basil shook his head regretfully. "I wish he wasn't. But being tasteless and shameless doesn't equate to being incompetent."
If Voldemort weren't a madman, and if one didn't have to deal with him to live a normal life...
With Voldemort having found the Resurrection Stone, Basil had no intention of paying any attention to this inferior demon king who wanted to nip his destined rival in the bud.
This is precisely why Basil was so surprised when he discovered, through the echo of "The Dark Lord: Broken Soul," that Voldemort still possessed considerable prestige before his power was broken, and why he doubted his own discovery.
"It must have failed," Emmett asked. "It must have, otherwise that baby wouldn't have been your classmate."
Basil nodded. "Yes. My classmate's mother sacrificed her life to cast a protective spell."
"In my world, powerful emotions and an invisible heart can create powerful magic."
"She used love as a medium to protect her son's life."
"And caused the Killing Curse cast by Voldemort to bounce back and hit him instead."
"In the end, they can only hide in the dark corners as lonely ghosts."
"Seeking an opportunity to revive."
Esme looked at her hands. "Is love also a kind of power?"
Alice had been silent all along, raised her hand. "Voldemort's men must have all run away."
"He failed with a baby. No one will follow him anymore."
Bellatrix's body stiffened.
Noticing this, Basil grinned mischievously. "No, he still has many die-hards."
"Dark Magic in our world usually requires negative emotions."
"Therefore, most of his core black wizards are possessed by negative emotions and are insane."
"There is one who is the most famous."
"Coincidentally, her name is also Bellatrix."
Even more amazing is that Basil transformed Boggart into the movie version of Bellatrix, with an afro, messy hairstyle, crooked eyes and mouth, and a loud, chuckling laugh.
That's it.
Bellatrix forced a smile, her facial muscles twitching. "Please just call me Isabella."