Basil Granger

# Chapter 2: Basil Granger

"Fucking hell! Fenrir, you bastard! Why are you still chasing me!"

Basil gasped for breath, collapsing behind the heavy cast-iron door.

This house, carved into the hillside within a winding tunnel, gave him an immense sense of security.

The grating sound of fingernails scraping across a blackboard rang out continuously.

Clearly, Fenrir Greyback was still clawing at the door.

Accompanying it was his disgustingly vile trash talk.

"Knock knock, it's Fenrir, my little lamb."

"Open the door and let Daddy have a taste of you. Prprpr."

Basil forced himself to stay calm and drew a deep, cold breath.

"Shut the fuck up! Your daddy doesn't have time for you!"

Today, this figure from the horror stories that little wizards in the British Isles grew up hearing had walked right up to him in the flesh.

The devil who loved attacking children, Voldemort's hound, the man-eating demon, the leader of the wolf pack.

Only two doors away from him.

Yes, two doors.

Beyond the cast-iron door he leaned against, there was another door.

It was the only physical entrance and exit to this cave—

A circular door, enchanted with a permanent Disillusionment Charm, blending into its surroundings like a chameleon.

The door itself was forged by goblins, Possessing the unique properties of goblin craftsmanship: indestructible, repelling dust, absorbing only what could strengthen it.

It was also the core of the entire mountain's protective enchantment.

As long as it remained intact, there was no way for outsiders to bypass it by digging through.

Mm, and no need to worry about setting the mountain on fire either.

It could be said that this door was the most valuable thing the Granger family owned.

Its existence gave Basil an extraordinary sense of reassurance.

He also had time to sort through his memories.

He was a transmigrator.

A Celestial from Youzhou.

Plus an orphan.

After his parents passed, the demolition of his home quickly turned him into a pseudo-new-money rich kid.

Then he dropped out after his first year of university and started living it up.

At the end of 2020.

Through gaming, he'd finally managed to pick up a pair of twin sisters from out of town.

After the great harmony of life.

When he woke up, he popped a sea dog pill, ready for overtime.

Then his vision went black, he lost consciousness, and transmigrated.

He arrived in this magical world with Hogwarts, Voldemort, and Harry Potter.

Becoming a descendant of a wizard who entered the country alongside William the Conqueror, a proper old Londoner with true blue blood.

A distant relative of Hartog Dagworth Granger, founder of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association.

But the lone-star fate of a transmigrator was shining down on him.

His parents had died in the First Wizarding War.

Raised by his grandmother, he'd officially become an orphan a month ago.

Fuck his grandmother!

Before transmigrating, he was an orphan. After transmigrating, he still was.

Wasn't this a fucking waste of a transmigration?

Even more absurdly, before today, he hadn't awakened his memories at all.

All day long, without a shred of caution, he'd been skipping around in a little red hood, picking mushrooms.

For wild wizards lacking inheritance, and evil races like werewolves, vampires, and giants, he was nothing but tender, fresh meat.

He hadn't thought to lie low around the burrow.

Within the protective enchantment bound by home and bloodline, there was nothing to fear.

But he kept stepping outside the boundary.

And even attracted the notorious werewolf Fenrir Greyback.

If not for today's Hogwarts acceptance letter, which triggered the Golden Finger that had crossed over with him—

as a cold mechanical voice rang out:

Hogwarts, Hufflepuff, seventh-year student, Ryan Smith. Data incomplete, unable to fully load. Load? No response, defaulting to yes.

and awakened the memories of his previous life—

he would have been done for.

"Huh? I have a Golden Finger?" Basil suddenly snapped back to reality.

He coughed and stood up smugly.

"Fenrir, you mongrel! I'm going to rest now! Hehehe!"

"Just wait, I'll deal with you soon! I'll show you what a real Hogwarts student looks like!"

"Imperius Curse to control, Cruciatus Curse to mark, then Avada Kedavra—one spell, three uses!"

Fenrir had a question mark on his face: Who do you think you are, Voldemort?

Without waiting for Fenrir's reply, Basil walked into the tunnel.

Soon, he arrived at a living room—shaped like a pipe, more like a tunnel.

This living room was incredibly comfortable.

The soundproofing was also excellent.

The walls were tastefully decorated, the floor covered with carpet and tiles.

There were plush sofas and chairs with yellow-and-black patterns and polished brass edges.

Here, he could no longer hear Fenrir's disgusting voice.

He needed a quiet space to think and figure out the most important thing right now—the Golden Finger.

Basil collapsed onto the sofa, his blue eyes covered by his eyelids.

"What a rip-off!"

After a cup of tea's time, Basil opened his eyes, utterly devastated.

"For the first time, I became a transmigrator; for the first time, I got a Golden Finger after transmigrating. These two happy things intertwined. And these two joys should bring me many more joys. I should have obtained such a dreamlike, blissful time. But why, why has it turned out like this..."

Just now, as Basil focused his mind, an overhead view of Hogwarts Castle appeared in his mind.

But the overhead view couldn't be zoomed in or rotated.

It was all gray and white.

Only the [Grimoire] in the bottom right corner had color.

But when he clicked on it, there were no cards inside.

How can you play a card game without cards, huh?!

And the original level 100 Grimoire had dropped to just level 1.

The wizard's attribute bonuses below were pitiful:

HP +1400

Attack +12

Exploration Attribute +0%

Clicking on [My Deck]

was still empty.

The echo slot on the left was blank.

The wand slot was the same.

The game only had the [Grimoire] left.

You have to know, this game came from NetEase.

Tencent's games: Pay money = you're my dad!

Some small developers: Pay money = you're my grandpa!

NetEase: Pay money + grind = Schrödinger's dad (if you're lucky, you're my dad; if you're unlucky, I'm your dad).

[Hogwarts: Magic Awakening] was one of the best examples.

The player's identity is a transmigrator, entering Hogwarts the same year as Harry Potter.

The game is his Golden Finger.

The pig farm publicly claimed this was an open-world, dress-up, pay-to-win, casual, social, raising game.

There was no main storyline, extremely high freedom, and you could choose any path you wanted.

Whether running for Minister of Magic or becoming a rural-level terrorist like Voldemort the Second was all possible.

However, to achieve that, grinding, spending, and luck were all indispensable.

But now, without homework to fund the spending, or the main storyline, classes, and Forbidden Forest to fuel the grinding...

Wasn't this Golden Finger useless?

"Still, it's fine." Basil ruffled his golden hair.

Just now, when checking the Golden Finger, he had also received a piece of information.

The [Grimoire] in his mind couldn't fully take effect.

Unless it was materialized—that is, taken out of his mind.

It was just a single thought away.

And once materialized, it would also change according to the rules of the world he was in.

"Now. This is the moment to witness a miracle!"

Basil spread his hands open, and a dazzling blue light burst forth.

An immense, boundless power descended.

A black-covered book appeared in his hands.

At the same time, a piece of information flooded into his mind.

Don't ask why it's not Fenrir; it's a transliteration anyway, so I'm not changing it.