"Unlike in novels, it's not like there are tons of people at 5 a. m., it's giving me social anxiety."
'And Daniel Harry is even more impulsive and brainless.'
Watching Harry weave through the crowd, being watched by acquaintances, still clinging to Ginny and completely oblivious to Ron, Basil thought to himself.
It seems that the news of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley dating will be common knowledge even before school starts.
Basil shook his head and began dealing with Hermione again.
At the same time, he separated into two bodies.
He did not come into this world in only a good or Evil Body.
Traveling through the world using the "Adjacent World Travel" component is different from traveling through the world using Chat Group.
The former, time travel, is relatively time-limited and cannot be used even in Chat Group.
No matter how long he stays in this world, returning to his original world is only a second before leaving it.
In this situation, the "Destined Twins" will simultaneously exist in different worlds, the past and the future.
Even a second that has passed counts as a second.
So, just to be on the safe side, they did not separate their bodies.
However, the use of Evil Body is for other purposes.
[Soul Ejection]
The black-haired boy frowned. 'Even harder to hack? The advantage of Casting by Thought?'
"Here's your ticket." The middle-aged wizard handed a ticket to the black-haired boy.
The ticket disappeared the next second and appeared in the pocket of the blond boy who had been enthusiastically invited by Mr. Weasley to their tent.
Based on the newly acquired data, he adjusted the parameters of the Killing Curse in his mind while his slender index finger slashed open the space.
The unique structure of this world makes Apparition much easier.
That strange space reappeared.
In the blink of an eye, deep in the Brazilian rainforest, in front of a square building constructed of golden stones that resembled a temple, a black-haired boy appeared out of thin air.
Short and furry, the Kepola, whose senses are more acute than those of wizards, ignored the black-haired boy before them.
He was allowed to walk toward the center of the building.
Inside the Headmaster's Office.
[Soul Ejection]
'Hmm, the Killing Curse, adjusted for the wizards' constitution in this world, is indeed more effective.'
'It's not an invasion, it's a resonance.' Basil had used the new version of the Killing Curse, stroked his chin.
The white-haired old man's eyes lost focus as a new name appeared on the list of third-grade students: Basil Granger.
As the name appears, an invisible spiderweb spreads along with the memories.
Basil's figure also appears in the memories of Castelobruxo's students and professors to varying degrees.
Meanwhile, a new document was drafted:
[Dear Albus Dumbledore:]
It is understood that your school is preparing to hold Triwizard Tournament with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
To celebrate the long-standing friendship between the two schools, and the close relationship between former principal Benedetto Dorado and former president of your school Armando Dippet, we are relaunching the student exchange program, starting with a pilot phase.
If you have no objection, our third-year student, Basil Granger, will spend his fourth-year years at your school.
Castelobruxo
Caster Borach
The parchment, still damp with ink, was stuffed into an envelope and stamped.
A spotted owl flew out of the window carrying the letter, heading towards Hogwarts.
The black-haired boy disappeared from the room.
Little Hangleton, a mansion on a hillside covered in ivy— Riddle House.
The baby with a pale, snake-like face, swaddled in the arms of the tall, Evil Qi young man, suddenly opened its eyes.
"Oi~"
An unfamiliar male voice came from behind them.
The bald, rat-like man and the Evil Qi youth simultaneously drew their wands and pointed them in the direction from which the sound came.
The snake-faced baby also twisted its disproportionately large head and squinted its eyes.
He was a tall, handsome, black-haired boy.
However, what attracted their attention the most were those black eyes that seemed like cold stars.
It seems to possess a strange kind of magic.
The moment their bodies were stared at by those eyes, they lost all ability to move and began to petrify.
"The Basilisk's glare is really useful, but it's hard to control. It almost killed them."
"A Doctor Who version of Barty Crouch Barty Crouch Jr.."?
The black-haired boy walked with his hands behind his back to the three stone sculptures and knocked on the stone sculpture of the tall, thin Evil Qi youth.
He is the Evil Body that Basil split off from.
He had no intention of engaging in verbal communication with them.
To paraphrase General Duanmu, 'I'm too lazy to reason with you; you're not worthy to listen.'
It's not necessary to associate with scum.
He has a more efficient way.
"Just like in the novel, we're back with Voldemort now."
"What about Barty Crouch Sr. Crouch? Has he been controlled by the Killing Curse?"
As he spoke, Barty Crouch Jr..'s memories were easily accessed.
"Oh, so you've been controlled, but you thought you weren't? How could you do this?"
"This gave me a good idea."
A large snake was silently slithering across the ground, swimming towards the black-haired boy.
Just as the gaping maw opened, dripping viscous, transparent Venom from its fangs, the boy snapped his the Snap.
The giant snake instantly lost its color and turned into stone.
"Shh, don't interrupt me."
"Nagini."
The fluorescent blue radio waves flickered and echoed back, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.
"You still ate people."
A long, slender index finger extends, "Avada Kedavra!"
A green light flashed.
For Basil, who has a +3 Killing Curse on all Echoes except for the "Sorcery Doctor" given by Hermione.
With his mastery of the Killing Curse and his high magical power.
If left unchecked, it would unleash a green beam of light as thick as Hagrid's waist.
If you use a magic wand, the wand will turn to ashes in an instant.
If Nagini is hit, his physical form will be completely killed and turned into smoke.
But Basil restrained it to his tiny fingertips, and his fingers remained unharmed.
And only Nagini's soul was released from suffering.
If baby Voldemort were still conscious and had seen that green light with his own eyes, he would certainly have lost confidence in Dark Magic.
But Basil didn't think it was a big deal.
All he cared about was whether it would make the ceremony feel more ceremonial.
"Reciting mantras still feels more effective."
"However, you can't leave now."
"Baby Tom still needs your Venom."
The tip of the index finger glows faintly.
The snake's body, now devoid of its soul, was penetrated by Dotty Starlight.
The magical program that keeps the body alive is injected into the body.
The stone shell disappeared, and the giant snake swam away again, heading outwards.
The body of the Muggle Frank inside him was also transferred and appeared in a newly created coffin buried underground.
"Everything is taken care of."
Basil crouched down, his face beaming with a smile as if he had just won the lottery.
The swaddling clothes were lifted automatically, and the baby's gaze fell downwards.
"No?"
Poor Tom.
"However, it is entirely white. Except for not emitting a pearly white light, it is no different from its resurrected appearance."
"But now he's short, like a big-headed baby."
"Where did the bloody, scarlet scales covering the body go? Warner Bros. is so unrealistic."
Basil curled his lip and plunged his hand directly into the head of the giant-headed baby statue, as if the statue were just some kind of three-dimensional projection.
After fiddling with it for a moment, a tangled ball of silver thread came off his head along with his hand.
"Voldemort's memories, hopefully they'll be useful for me to catch another Tom."
As soon as he finished speaking, Basil's figure disappeared again.
The stone shells on the three stone sculptures crumbled into powder and then vaporized.
Baby Voldemort yawned and tightened his swaddling clothes.
Barty Crouch Jr.. and Peter Pettigrew retrieved their wands.
It was as if nothing had happened, just as Barty Crouch Sr. Crouch was working overtime at the Ministry of Magic as usual.
——
"Bucky, you are so knowledgeable."
Inside the tent, Hermione's eyes shone with adoration.
She could tell from Basil's eyes that he was also in third grade, their peer.
But he has a wide range of knowledge to him.
It wouldn't be surprising if it were Herbology or Magizoology, since Castelobruxo's students excel in those areas.
But the boy before him was intimately familiar with everything from the dry and tedious A History of Magic (thanks to Voldemort for the memories, which prevented him from being exposed by the subtle differences between the two worlds' histories), the rigorous and dangerous Transfiguration, the Potions that tested the timing and efficacy of potions, to the purely deceptive Divination.
Even though Ron was constantly bothering Harry and Ginny, and was mouthing the words 'Lockhart', he had no choice but to shut up.
"I had no idea there was so much to learn about birds!" Hermione exclaimed loudly, noticing Ron's actions. (This refers to ornithology, the art of Divination based on birds' flight and calls.)
One hand rested on Basil's jeans, and as they chatted and laughed, it was unclear whether it was intentional or unintentional, but it moved towards Basil's other leg.
Basil could only hold Hermione's hand and say, "I wonder if you've ever heard of palmistry. It's the art of Divination a person's character, lifespan, and fortune based on the lines on their palm."
Ron's expression grew even more gloomy.
Night fell quickly, and the huge building, resembling the Bird's Nest Olympic Stadium, was brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Ant-like wizards scurried through the massive building, searching for their place.
The Weasley family, including Basil, were among them.
Unlike the novel, Ludo Bagman has no role and is not given a penthouse box to the Weasley family.
The bird's nest-like architecture led to one thing: the best locations were those covered by white roofs.
The open-air seating on the top floor, however, is for regular passengers.
So, just as Ron was barely managing to compose himself and awkwardly realizing how high the ladder was, the Malfoy appeared.
Lucius Malfoy had long since spotted his nemesis Arthur Weasley, and Ron's remark gave him the opportunity to unleash his Venom.
"You could say that you'd be the first to know if it's going to rain."
Draco added, "My dad and I were in the minister's box; it was an invitation personally extended by Cornelius Fudge."
"Don't show off, Draco." Lucius Malfoy smacked his son in the stomach with his serpent staff. "It's pointless to talk to these people."
Draco, who should have remained silent, noticed the two hands clasped together. "You have a girlfriend, Potter! Ginny Weasley! I knew it was you!"
Harry instinctively shielded Ginny behind him.
Draco's expression was contorted, a mixture of sorrow and joy.
Seeing his son like this, Lucius Malfoy, just like in the movie, struck Harry's hand with his caduceus, pinning it against the railing.
"I hope you enjoy yourselves while you still have breath."
However, the tone was not as threatening and warning-like as in the movie.
Rather, it is the complexity of seeing the person who has stolen his son's heart.
Then, he forcibly pulled his son away to avoid making a fool of himself.
"Who are they?" Basil feigned ignorance.
But a deep complexity lies hidden in his eyes.
Upon meeting his ex-husband and stepson from another world, he, who had just been preparing to teach the Malfoy father and son a lesson, stopped himself.
Fortunately, Narcissa in the movie is just an ordinary middle-aged woman.
Thinking about this, Basil inexplicably felt that his moral character had improved a lot, and the red scarf that had disappeared for many years seemed to be shining on his chest again.
Perhaps the Harry movie world was his sanctuary for improving his moral character.
After all, Professor McGonagall is just a normal old woman, and Phoebe, Nymphadora Tonks, and others are all just average.
It was truly outrageous; he made no attempt to hide his charm, and almost every wizard stared at him as he passed by.
However, the Malfoy father and son only had their nemesis in their eyes, which goes beyond mere hatred.
On the other hand, there's the issue of Basil.
Ron continued, "They... they are very, very bad people."
There was a hint of pleasure in his words.
Although he didn't understand what he just saw, he did notice the low spirits of the Malfoy father and son.
They won!
I don't know why, but we just won.
I've won so much, I'm completely stuffed!
Basil chuckled.
Looking at Ron's innocent face, untouched by the corruption of knowledge, he was speechless.
He then turned his attention to the others on their way to the rooftop open-air seating.
The wizards who came to watch the game were much more enthusiastic than those in the novels, just like football fans.
Their faces were covered with the flags or colors of their respective supporting teams.
Fred and George were among them.
George was even more fanatical, adding a green and white hat to his face in addition to the paint and scarf.
Hermione, too, wore a scarf supporting the Irish team, at some unknown time.
Among the group that clearly supported the Irish team, only Harry wore a hat and scarf in support of the Bulgarian Team.
'Well, I take back what I said, just like with football matches.'
'If that's the case, even Harry, the Boy Who Lived, will have a very hard time surviving this time.'
'Ginny, who's next to him, should break up with Harry right away.'
Basil thought to himself.
They have reached the top floor.
The Diggory father and son were right next to them.
However, he didn't think the competition was anything special.
The players themselves acted as the atmosphere team, releasing exhaust fumes and fireworks while flying.
The Leprechaun that was supposed to appear and drop fake gold coins turned into fireworks.
The Bulgarian Team was even more disappointing to Basil.
Their appearance amidst the fireworks was so cool! Krum's skill in doing a handstand on Flying Broomstick and then cleverly returning to his original position was also amazing.
But what about the Veela?
Veela!
All that remained was a close-up of Krum waving projected onto the huge screen.
Basil was very disappointed.
So much so that when Fudge appeared later and replaced Bagman in the opening speech, it didn't elicit any complaints from him.
Looking at the reveling crowd, he really couldn't understand what was so interesting about this place.
Unless McGrady and the others show up together to keep him entertained.
But the prerequisite is that he has to return to this world in advance to make it possible.
But that would be too wasteful.
How long he stays here now, it feels like only a second has passed when he goes back.
This time given to him should be cherished.
Furthermore, while the magic power of the wizards in this world is not as exceptionally high or unshakeable as that of the wizards in the world of Basil.
However, their magic surpasses that of the novel version in some aspects.
For example, Hermione's "Obliviate" technique, which sealed away her parents' memories while simultaneously erasing and altering all traces of her in the Muggle World.
It would be so much better to use this time to research magic, change the timeline, go back and settle accounts, and earn gems.