To Basil's surprise, Voldemort, whose name is written as Masaru Kobayashi but read as the Dark Lord, did not resist.
Why is he so cowardly? Is it because Ravenclaw's wisdom makes him think things through?
Furthermore, Manstein, like An Feng and the other female students who went to school honestly, was not targeted.
He seemed to be a reincarnation of Grindelwald, every word and action brimming with captivating charm.
In addition, since he was always following Dumbledore around, no one bothered him.
Saturday arrived quickly.
Basil is unusually early to rise, a rare occurrence since he gained control of his body and resumed normal human sleep.
Outside the window, a thin layer of mist shrouded the pink and pale gold sky.
A series of loud birdsongs came from outside.
The reason, accompanied by heavy footsteps, quickly burst into the room.
He was a tall, sturdy sixth-grader— Oliver Wood.
He also has another identity— the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
Upon seeing Basil, he merely nodded in acknowledgment.
Then he went straight to Harry's bedside and began to shake Harry's thin body.
"W-what is it?" Harry mumbled, still half asleep.
"Quidditch training!" Wood glanced at Basil, then lowered his voice, "Get up!"
"Oliver," Harry complained, "It's just dawn."
But his hand obediently reached for the glasses on the bedside table.
He tried to dawdle, but the glasses were in his hands in an instant, as if his hands had become magnetic.
Wood's voice was low, but it couldn't hide the fervor within it. "As the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm."
"Look at Granger? He must be first in his grade because he gets up so early."
"We should start training before the other teams do!"
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Harry wanted to say that, given Draco's diligence last year, he would probably already be training at this time.
But still groggy from just waking up, he only had this vague concept in his mind and couldn't fully translate it into language.
All they could do was continue listening to Wood speak.
"We're going to take first place this year!"
"Hurry up, grab your Flying Broomstick and come with me."
Harry yawned and shivered slightly as he got out of bed.
He took the team jersey from Wood.
While he hesitated, Wood even helped him find a broom.
"Good buddy," Wood said, "See you at the stadium in fifteen minutes."
Harry nodded, put on his bright red team uniform, and draped his Cloak over himself for warmth.
"Good morning," he greeted Basil by the window, rubbing his eyes.
He suspected that his mind might not be fully awake yet.
One second ago, Basil's hands were empty, but after he greeted everyone, he had a cup of bubble tea in his hand.
Even more strangely, Basil himself seemed to be glowing, and there were countless faint shouts around him.
Arthur? Is it because of that holy sword?
He didn't have time to think it through, and just hurriedly said, "Tell Ron I'm going to training."
He then walked down the spiral staircase towards the lounge, carrying his Nimbus 2000 on his shoulder.
Just as I reached the opening behind the portrait, I suddenly heard a series of pattering footsteps behind me.
Colin Creevey rushed down the stairs, the camera around his neck swinging violently, and something clutched in his hand.
"Harry! I heard someone calling your name on the stairs. Look what I brought! The photos are developed, and I wanted to show them to you—"
Harry stared blankly at the photo Colin was waving at him.
A black and white, animated Draco was pulling hard on an arm, which Harry recognized as his own.
Then Ron squeezed next to him.
She grabbed his other arm.
He fought back fiercely, but in the end he could only helplessly take a photo with Draco and Ron.
Force a smile.
Basil smiled as he sat by his bed in the dormitory.
The [Dragon Knight] that had materialized in his pocket was retrieved.
Harry, as one of the "useless" cards, would have been nothing more than an elite Auror even if his original timeline had developed normally.
For Basil, it was far too wasteful.
Harry Potter, Voldemort Soul Fragment have been transformed into potential and whose every drop of blood and soul is imbued with the magic of love, should have a more powerful and useful future for Basil.
Today marks the beginning of orchestrating Harry's new future.
He needs to do it himself.
As he sipped his milk tea, Basil's fingertips gleamed faintly.
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Wizards' magic was initially unsystematic.
The transmission of magic cannot be learned through a single incantation as it is now.
They often need to follow the creator's mental journey, travelogue, to feel and repeat it, and they are very likely to fail.
The discovery of Magic Circle, Magic Script, and magical structures changed everything.
Some more perceptive wizards found all sorts of strange patterns on the Magical Creature.
At that time, most of the wizards who had the leisure to study the patterns were capable of casting spells without a staff, without sound, and without incantation.
They were all elite wizards.
In addition, the Magic Theory was the mainstream at that time.
They quickly discovered the secret of the patterns: as long as magic flowed in the direction of the patterns, corresponding magical phenomena could be created.
As a result, these patterns began to be valued and recorded one by one.
They were also gradually categorized according to their effects.
The wizards discovered that any one of their spells could be displayed using a corresponding Magic Circle.
Magic Circle was created.
The wizards' magic began to be passed down, and young wizards could replicate the magic of their predecessors through Magic Circle.
No longer is it necessary to learn by chance.
This stage.
The development of Magic Circle in the Wizarding World began to proceed in two seemingly contradictory directions.
One is simplification.
Through trial and error using a complex Magic Circle, the truly effective nodes are found.
Because not every young wizard can fully circulate magic throughout the entire magic circle.
The magic created by the Magic Circle is too powerful to be used in daily life.
The magic learned through Magic Circle will instill in a wizard the habit of going all out.
I only wanted to move the stool, but I found that the whole house was lifted up.
And so the Magic Script were born.
Secondly, it is complex.
The Magic Circle in the two-dimensional plane is derived and calculated into a three-dimensional structure.
Some magic cannot be displayed using a single magic circle.
Multiple magic arrays need to be combined.
For example, the now-unpopular Zombie Drift Charm.
It's a combination of Petrification Circle and Object Moving Circle.
At this stage, the Magic Circle is still a two-dimensional structure, only more complex.
The birth of Magic Script allowed for a more refined breakdown of the patterns in wizarding magic, enabling the three-dimensional structure of magic to truly come into the world.
Merlin discovered its wonder.
The wizard, through my contemplation, believes that only a three-dimensional magical structure, adapted to his own magic, can perfectly interpret it.
Once a three-dimensional magical structure is imbued with magic, it becomes equivalent to a Magical Creature, except that it lacks bones, flesh, and a soul.
Therefore, as long as you calculate the corresponding magical structure, try to sketch it in your mind, and cast the spell through the magical structure.
The spell will then come to life.
When magic flows through a structure, it creates a kind of inertia.
If we were to rename it...
This inertia is miraculously preserved in the name.
However, the names here are not limited to spells; they can also be gestures, or combinations thereof.
Thus, wizards had more efficient learning methods.
As long as you recite the incantation in the way the creator of the spell perfectly replicates the accent, or make gestures to reproduce every small movement, the corresponding magic will be born in your hands.
It also has greater destructive power.
In the past, creating a Stormfront that would sweep across the entire castle required a Magic Circle and a magical structure as complex and enormous as the castle itself.
Moreover, they must be memorized and fully utilized with magic.
But now, all you need to do is memorize the long and difficult incantations, and when casting them, you just need to maintain the output of magic power, which is good for your voice and lung capacity.
Therefore, at this stage, wizards' magic mostly focused on maximizing power.
This is what modern wizards call ancient magic, which often has the drawback of having long and difficult-to-pronounce incantations.
But this also turned ancient shamans into walking natural disasters.
However, this is only the view held by modern wizards.
In the eyes of ancient wizards, what modern wizards call natural disasters or war magic is nothing more than a required course for every wizard.
There is only one kind of magic that they can call a natural disaster.
The records of that kind of magic have long been destroyed.
Even Dumbledore didn't know.
Its influence can only be found in Ancient Magic like Animagus.
The brewing of Potions also has its own flavor.
But Basil learned it from Nick — Ritual Magic.
Incantations can be 'names', hand gestures can be 'names', but what about more complex rituals?
Time, season, number of wizards, dialogue, actions, specific items—all these combine to form the 'name' of a spell.
If all these factors are combined, this inertia is terrifying.
It can only be considered a hypothesis.
Because this inertia, this magical structure corresponding to the 'name', is something the human brain simply cannot calculate.
It requires generations of wizards to dedicate themselves to it, making it their life's goal and striving to achieve it.
But for Basil, there is a shortcut.
He doesn't need to calculate, nor does he need to organize ceremonies.
The Prophecy of the Chosen One is a natural ritual.
The perfect demon king was broken by a baby.
Infused with one's own essence, it is forged by the magic of love.
Countless wizards call upon the name of Harry Potter, devoutly believing him to be their the Chosen One.
Because of Voldemort's belief, he made his choice.
This Prophecy began to be put into action.
Basil could not comprehend the power of this ritual.
But he can obtain it through the core of the ritual, Harry.
After all, Harry is his knight.
Basil had to do was to materialize the power of the ritual.
He channeled this inertia into power, channeling it into Harry's body.
The impact of inertia can also be resolved by the inertia of fate, that is, the plot.
With his photographic memory and visual imagery, Basil solemnly opened "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" and arrived at Chapter Seven, "Mudblood and Drizzle."
In this world, only Ariana and he know the details of their original destiny.
"Hermione's not here. We need to replace [Mudblood]... Colin Creevey?"
"It's not Draco who can be discriminatory anymore. That's not a problem, there are plenty of them in Slytherin."
"Ron spitting out worms? We can replace that with someone from Gryffindor getting injured."
"That's enough. It's sufficient to withstand the impact of digestive inertia."
At the dormitory window, Basil lightly tapped the air with his index finger.
Everything he changed temporarily avoided the setting of the story— the Quidditch Pitch.
Cedric, who joined the Quidditch team early last year and had already changed into his khaki jersey, suddenly chose to put down his broom.
Curious about watching Quidditch, the international students also chose to return to the lounge.
An invisible spiderweb began to spread from Harry's body to everyone he encountered.
The copy of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" in Basil's hands began to glow.
The deviated trajectory began to be reversed.
In the locker room.
Fred and George, who went to bed early last night, were suddenly overcome by sleepiness, their eyes started to puff up, and their hair became messy.
Arya Spinnet, who had a lot to say, leaned against the wall and dozed off.
Wood began to explain his new tactics.
However, it wasn't until he finished speaking that he realized everyone in the locker room except him had fallen into a deep, baby-like sleep.
"Listen, guys," Wood said grimly, "We should have won the Quidditch Cup last year. We were clearly better than the other teams, but unfortunately, due to some circumstances beyond our control..."
Harry was a little confused. Didn't we already win the trophy last year?
However, the next second, these doubts receded like a tide.
Instead, there was a sense of shame without any basis.
It seems that the loss in the game was caused by him.
With these feelings in mind, Harry, along with the others and encouraged by Wood, walked out of the locker room.
The sun was already high in the sky, but some lingering mist still hung over the stadium lawn.
When Harry entered the stadium, he found Ron and Colin sitting in the stands.
When did they become so close?
Harry was a little confused.
But my thoughts inexplicably drifted to the bread and jam in Ron's hand.
Her annoyance with Colin was replaced by a strange intimacy.
What's even stranger is that after the formal training, Wood didn't show any resistance when facing Colin's camera shutter.
The continuous clicking of camera shutters, which annoyed Harry, was ignored by Wood and the others as if it were nothing.
"What's wrong?" Wood to Harry's side, frowning as he asked, "Why do you seem so distracted?"
Are you still feeling sleepy?
"Harry wasn't sleepy," George said.
"How did you know?" Wood asked irritably.
"Look over there, Harry is flying the highest, he probably spotted us a long time ago," George said, pointing down.
Several people dressed in green robes walked into the stadium, each holding Flying Broomstick.
"I simply can't believe it!" Wood said indignantly, his voice barely audible. "I've booked the entire course for today! We'll see!"
The next second, Wood, Fred, George rushed to the ground.
Slytherin Quidditch Team captain Flint stood in front of his teammates.
The two quickly started arguing.
Flint produced a note from Snape, saying it was for training new members.
Harry did not land.
He looked suspiciously at Draco, who was standing at the end of the Slytherin Quidditch Team line. When did his hairstyle change back?
It turned into a slicked-back hairstyle again.
And new members?
Crabbe and Goyle, both wearing green team uniforms, were hiding behind the human wall.
When did a team start needing nine players?