"Bucky," Hermione murmured, resting her chin on her hand as she looked out the window.
With her mind completely occupied by that man, she had no intention of reminding Harry to write to Dumbledore or Sirius about the scar and the dream.
Harry ignored the scar on his head that was throbbing again for some reason.
Where does it hurt? Is Ginny's hand not warm enough? Or is her body not flexible enough?
Only Ron sat near the entrance of the carriage, looking out the window, eagerly waiting for the saleswoman and her cart full of snacks to appear.
Distracted by Draco, he lost interest in reading the newspaper.
But Basil, who should have been on the train with them to Hogwarts, was not in this world at that moment.
To be precise, it is not in the material universe.
It was a gigantic whale-like creature with green mountains and clear waters as its skin, swimming in the ocean of human subconsciousness, like the Sky Whale among the Champion of Disconnect City.
During the period of waiting for the start of school, aside from corresponding with Hermione and exchanging letters with Dumbledore, the Hogwarts Headmaster, as a student of Castelobruxo, I did not participate in the school's activities.
In the uncharted realm of dreams, this vast blue ocean, he expanded his territory and, combining the concepts of the giant whale of the Pillar of Water and the Dream Owl, created this celestial being he named [Behemoth].
The spiritual treasures accumulated over 6 million years since the birth of humankind, after being consumed in the creation of the Dream Sea, have left behind an immense amount of residue.
Using the remaining treasure as provisions, Behemoth's physical growth was so rapid that in just two or three days, it grew from a palm-sized egg to its current form—an active celestial body with a surface area of 1,053,700 square meters.
The pillar of the Dream Sea.
However, the reason why such a vast amount of spiritual energy could only be digested through creation and the creation of pillars is unknown.
Basil believed that this was because the extraordinary energy, named magic, of wizards and other intelligent and Magical Creature in this world was hidden in their brains.
Even the dreams of Muggle in this world are more valuable than those of the witches in the American Horror Story world, the world where Basil's Dream Sea has spread.
The top of the tower, seemingly made of white jade, is located at the head of Behemoth and reaches straight into the sky.
Basil sat leaning against the windowsill, the endless sea of clouds right beside him, within reach.
Gazing at the thin membrane above his head that separated him from the Dream Sea, and the twinkling stars that were also within his reach, the vast spiritual universe gave him a sense of being in another world.
He had thought that his greatest gain from coming to this world would be Voldemort's memories.
However, after spreading the concept of the Dream Sea as usual, he possessed everything that he would have otherwise worked hard for over a hundred years to achieve.
"The world truly is a miracle." Basil raised his glass.
With a thought, the stars of a certain wine connoisseur twinkled, and the most fragrant and delicious wine, which could only exist in dreams, flowed into the glass.
The historical magic that could materialize treasures from stories has been completely distorted.
Even Anemone from the School of Good and Evil couldn't recognize its original form.
He gently inhaled the fragrant aroma, Basil the wine as if a river of stars were flowing within it, and prepared to drink it all in one gulp, once again sinking into a long dream and Dream Sea, sleeping beneath Behemoth, who dragged along a vast world—
'Woo~woo~'
A long, resounding cry echoed in my ears.
Tokisaki Kurumi, about the size of a palm, with House-elf in its eyes that seemed to hold clocks, and it blew a conch shell from its mouth.
"Kurumi, is it time?"
The House-elf, dressed in a silver-white bikini, vibrated her translucent wings, stood with her hands on her hips and chest puffed out, looking smug.
She is a manifestation of the wizards' study of time in this world.
It exists in the same way as the fine wine in Basil's hands.
However, her existence is eternal.
While serving as a pet, she also acts as Basil's clock in the Dream Sea due to her precise control over time.
"It's a pity you can't speak yet."
Basil rubbed Kurumi's little head.
For the sake of her stable mental development, apart from common sense, daily life, and minor protective magic, Basil did not directly impart more complex things such as language to her.
"Woo-wah, woo-wah!" The little cutie rubbed against Basil's fingertips.
"Alright, I should get going."
The wine in her hand disappeared along with the glass, and she changed from her loose white pajamas into the combination of a shirt, tie, sweater, and wizard robes from the movie Hogwarts.
As for the suitcase, he had already sent it to the train.
They were all assigned to their respective dormitories by the House-elf.
International students like him who haven't yet been assigned dormitories, as well as first-year students, will have their dormitories delivered to them one by one after the department assignment list is released.
"Be good at home and study hard. If you need anything, find Vers (the spirit of this tower, responsible for managing the tower and everything within a fifty-mile radius; you can also contact him in the real world)."
Kurumi nodded eagerly, her small eyes darting around, seemingly plotting some mischievous idea.
After Basil's figure disappeared, she the Snap and changed into a pair of pajamas just like Basil's, then flashed into existence on a small sofa made to fit her body.
He turned his head to the side, bit the straw, and squinted his eyes.
Basil already knew that Kurumi wouldn't study properly.
But she doesn't have to go to work, and her modified body won't get fat. So what if she sleeps when she's tired from playing?
He simply said that in the manner typical of Chinese parents.
"We've arrived." Basil stepped out of thin air.
Before me was a spacious office.
The walls were lined with wooden planks, and the interior was filled with black wooden chairs.
This is the Hogwarts Staff Room.
The place Dumbledore prepared for him.
Unlike in the novel, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang's students arrive at the start of the semester.
Many students, including Harry, saw the carriage flying in the sky and the ghost ship resembling the Flying Dutchman from the water from the corridor. Hagrid, as a ground staff member, was almost grazed by the carriage.
The reason they didn't appear before the Sorting Ceremony was that they were preparing for their performance later.
The magic schools in this world are particularly showy, and they even put on a performance when they appear.
As a student from another school, Basil was not immune to this situation.
They were also given time to perform.
After Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
This room was specifically prepared as his dressing room before performances.
They even opened a special one-time furnace door, named 'Son of the Jungle'.
"Child of the Jungle." Basil walked to the fireplace and sprinkled Floo Powder.
The flames turned green, and the furnace door was activated.
Ten minutes later.
Squeak~
The door opened.
Filch ran toward him, carrying a glass of Pumpkin Juice.
Basil's pupils dilated in shock! Seriously? Running around like that while carrying a drink?!
"Hello, you must be Basil Granger."
"I am Filch," the old man, who seemed on the verge of sudden death, put down the Pumpkin Juice and pulled a mirror from his pocket. "This is Dumbledore asked me to give you. You can see the Great Hall from inside."
"You can leave once Durmstrang is seated."
"I remember the spell is..." He rubbed his hands together, his voice low but unable to hide his excitement, "Open Sesame!"
After he finished speaking, everything in the Great Hall and Dumbledore's voice came from within.
Filch almost cried when the images and sounds appeared.
' Dumbledore is so thoughtful, he even made a voice-activated alchemical tool that Muggle Squib can use.' Basil was a little surprised.
Immediately, 0 and 1 flashed before my eyes.
[Pupil of Insight] Activated.
'It only reserved the magic power, without any modifications. An interesting technique.'
'If Killing Curse is pre-installed in a wand, Muggle can use it to kill someone, as long as the incantation is pronounced correctly.'
"I'm leaving now." Filch wiped away his tears as he turned his back.
Then he lifted his leg high and ran outside, closing the door behind him.
Upon seeing this comical running motion, Basil's rare moment of emotion vanished instantly.
"Let's watch a movie, let's watch a movie."
Basil straightened the mirror.
I have to say, this really feels like watching a movie.
Michael Gambon's portrayal of a grumpy version of Dumbledore delivers a scathing speech from the podium.
'What the hell? Forget the podium.'
'And speeches too? Albus Dumbledore need to read a script before speaking?'
'These sleeves are way too narrow! How am I supposed to hide a wand in them?'
"Large sleeves are perfect for hiding Potions and wands, you know!"
Basil was instantly pulled out of the scene by everything inside.
Born and raised in the Harry Potter novels, and as Dumbledore's brother-in-law and the de facto master of Hogwarts, he simply couldn't suppress his urge to complain.
Fortunately, the speech soon came to an end.
"Now, please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and their headmaster, Maxime."
Basil's smile froze again.
As the Beauxbatons girls walked towards us, they would take a few steps and their eyes would become hazy, emitting suggestive "hmm~" "hmm~" sounds, while bending their knees and reaching out their hands.
He just wanted to dig his toes into the ground and build a five-bedroom, one-living-room house.
The girls then jogged again and stopped in front of the podium.
This time, she didn't make a sound. Her eyes were still glazed over, and as she spread her hands out, she shook her body in an ambiguous way, causing Legion of silver-blue butterflies that she had magically conjured to fall.
Paired with their blue knee-length jumpsuits, the look was both awkward and subtly elegant.
However, Basil really couldn't appreciate the combination of bare legs, black stockings, and silver high heels.
Then the tall Madame Maxime walked out—
As Phoebe's boyfriend, he had personally met this beautiful and tall lady.
It's hard to accept that an elegant black satin dress, adorned with shimmering, luxurious opals, would be transformed into a fur coat.
The hair, combed back and tied into a shiny bun at the base of the neck, became the same hairstyle as Willy Wonka.
With a handsome olive-colored face, large, dark, and watery eyes, and a wrinkled nose, she looked exactly like Neville's grandmother.
But the most outrageous one is still Phoebe.
She appeared from behind Madame Maxime, spinning around, accompanied by a girl in a leotard doing forward handsprings.
Where did this art school come from?
Basil couldn't help but cover his eyes. She was indeed beautiful, but he really couldn't accept the idea that she was Phoebe.
He tried to reassure himself, 'This is the movie version; the Veela bloodline aspect has been removed. Beauxbatons is now an all-girls school, Phoebe is no big deal.'
' Dumbledore! Is that really the greatest White Wizard running around like that? Or is it some old man who's fallen in love?'
' Grindelwald would be so disappointed he'd want to kill someone if he saw this!'
"Wake up! You're not heterosexual, you know!"
Basil forcibly shifted his attention to the students around the long table. 'Hmm? Harry isn't as captivated as in the movies, he's been talking to Ginny the whole time! There are so many people around, stop touching Harry, you're practically rubbing his skin raw!'
My mood has improved for once.
But he also knew what would happen next.
"Welcome to the pride of Durmstrang and their headmaster Igor Karkaroff!" Dumbledore's voice echoed in the mirror.
The image in the mirror shifted to the Great Hall entrance.
Next up is a male acrobatic troupe from the Bulgarian branch of Shaolin Temple, from the north.
Basil was internally complaining.
One after another, burly men, almost all bald, wearing tight-fitting hooded sweatshirts, tall black leather boots, and leaning on canes, walked into the Great Hall.
They rhythmically tapped the ground every few steps.
They all struck Spark.
The professors were completely bewildered.
The real reason for Grindelwald's withdrawal from school seems to have been found.
Then the leader put down his cane, and the people behind him took it, rushing towards the podium with the speed and posture of a 100-meter sprint.
The one in the lead and the one behind him started breakdancing and rolling around on the ground.
The two people next to them, holding their crutches, started practicing their staff techniques.
It's a real martial arts academy, right?
Then, like Phoebe, Krum made his grand entrance as the finale.
He, on the other hand, had a different style. Wearing a beanie with Bald Qiang on it and a fur coat, he walked in like a model on a catwalk.
Karkaroff, standing behind him, seemed more like a follower.
As they approached the podium, the four Durmstrang students performing on stage pulled out their wands.
He puffed out his cheeks and blew on the flames that shot out from between the sticks.
The flames instantly burst into flames, then transformed into a firebird spreading its wings and ready to take flight after swirling around it.
Karkaroff and Dumbledore embraced, like two old friends.
"Where did this come from Beauxbatons Girls' School, Durmstrang Boys' Athletic School, Hogwarts High School?"
"Finally, it's finally my turn to appear."
Basil stood up.
At this moment, he was not fighting alone.
He represents Castelobruxo, Hogwarts in another world.
——
"Why isn't dinner served yet?" Ron, his mouth watering and having forgotten how obsessed he had been with Krum, gripped his knife and fork.
"Hermione, is what you said true? There are only three schools in the Triwizard Tournament?"
"Why does it seem like Dumbledore still has something to say?"
"The Triwizard Tournament, three!" Hermione with a gloomy face, all the excitement having nothing to do with her.
Just like the gloomy sky above the enchanted ceiling, with a torrential downpour.
Ron shuddered in fright.
Then came Dumbledore's voice.
"Welcome, Basil Granger, the international student from Castelobruxo!"
"Granger?!" x99
The students all looked at Hermione.
Hermione immediately stood up, her eyes shining, "Bucky!"
But soon, everyone's attention shifted again.
"What is that?" Ron gasped.
A hint of green suddenly appeared on the ceiling that had been obscured by dark clouds.
"Devil's Snare!" Harry was reminded of his first year and hugged Ginny tightly.
"No, the Devil's Snare is afraid of light!" Even though her mind was completely occupied by Basil, Hermione still answered instinctively.
The green gradually spread, curling and spreading like snake tendrils, and the vines soon covered the ceiling and walls.
Then a bulge appeared above the podium.
The vines hang down, connecting to the floor.
The floor, which was undamaged by the impact, cracked, forming a root-like aggregate of branches.
The vines on the ceiling reached towards the polymer.
Finally, a giant laurel tree appeared in the spot.
A blond boy emerged from the tree trunk.
He was imposing and dignified, surveying the surroundings with a heroic and spirited air.
The metal wand slid out of the sleeve, and fluorescent blue electromagnetic waves spread out.
The laurel blossoms, like a waterfall cascading down, surrounded by Dotty Starlight, making his already godlike and majestic appearance even more breathtaking.