[Devil's Snare] and the Just Report!

Basil felt an extraordinarily peculiar connection form between his body and the black grimoire before him.

This connection transcended blood ties, nor was it a simple merging of souls.

It was as if it had become another version of himself.

The black grimoire flipped open to its first page without a breeze.

[ID: 000000001]
[Grimoire Level: 1]
[Name: Ryan Smith / Basil Granger]
[Race: Wizard]
[Enrollment Date: 1991/07/27]
[HP: 10+5]
[Mana: 7+3]
[Luck: 3~7]
[Family Traits: Plant Affinity (Awakened), Potions Mastery]

In the upper right corner was a three-dimensional hologram of a golden-haired, blue-eyed youth.

"Hmm, so this is my personal info, and there are changes too."

"Leaving aside what disappeared for now. Attack became Mana. The Exploration stat is gone too."

"HP changed the most."

"Luck also turned into a dynamic value."

"And there's an extra Family Trait."

"That makes sense." Basil looked at the Devil's Snare planted in the corridor.

Before his memories had awakened, he only knew that this was Devil's Snare.

But Devil's Snare is a dangerous plant.

It can extend snake-like tendrils to coil around anyone who approaches, causing injury or death.

Yet even before he awakened the so-called Family Trait through the [Grimoire], he had never been attacked by them.

And now, he even had the illusion that he could control them by channeling mana into them.

"Moreover," Basil touched his own eyes.

His eyes seemed to have merged with the System Component [Magic Camera].

This granted him an eidetic memory.

From now on, everything these eyes saw would be stored like photographs in the album of his brain.

Any spells, Magical Creatures, or magical items he saw could be recorded first, then later replicated into cards by expending energy.

Just like now, only Basil could hear the clicking sound of a camera shutter and the rustling sound of gems decreasing.

Gems: 1000 (-500)

A dynamic photograph of Devil's Snare appeared on the second page of the grimoire.

[Magical Plant: Devil's Snare]
[Level: 1]
[Mana Cost: 2]
[Summon Devil's Snare. When enemy units exist in a fan-shaped area in front, Devil's Snare extends tendrils to entangle them and pull the bound enemy units toward itself.]
[HP: 130]
[Damage: 10]
[DPS: 2]
[Weakness to Fire: -50]
[Attack Interval: 5s]
[Attack Range: 10m]
[Target: Ground]
[Movement Speed: Immobile]
[Grimoire Level: 1 (900/100)]

"Summoning Card, get!"

Basil planted his hands on his hips, feeling much more confident about the future.

And besides, the game wasn't just limited to the [Grimoire] component.

The rest were not activated, only because they were incomplete, lost, or did not meet the conditions.

That is, he had not yet officially become a Hogwarts student.

The incomplete parts could be repaired through energy.

The lost parts, on the other hand, could be retrieved by expending energy to have Basil travel to the corresponding world.

And this energy was not limited in origin or quality.

Whether it was sunlight from the material realm, magical power from the spiritual level, the accumulation of knowledge from the conceptual level, or the deviation of world lines from the world level, all could be converted into energy.

This act of collecting energy, after the game became reality, was essentially paying to win.

An increase in the number of gems represented an increase in energy.

"It seems, as long as I live, the number of gems increases?" Basil thought.

He noticed, in the upper right corner of his mind, the gems he had obtained after the game became reality.

Their number was gradually increasing over time.

Gems: 500 (+0.001/s)

"One minute is 0.06, one hour is 3.6, and one day is 86.4 gems."

"That's right, if it weren't for the system, I would be dead."

"As long as I live for a day, there will be a small deviation in the world line."

"Moreover, even though I'm in a cave, there is still light."

"The game, no, the System Component [Grimoire] is now exposed to sunlight, and it can also collect some energy."

"So, this 0.001 gem should come from the deviation of the world line, plus the energy converted from sunlight."

"However, traveling between worlds requires 30,000."

"Hiss! Merlin's Beard! It would take me almost 342 days to gather that much!"

"No, I can't just daydream anymore." Basil shook his head.

For now, since the system wasn't much help to him, he needed to figure out how to live.

Especially with Fenrir Greyback lying in ambush outside.

Basil left the living room and walked into the winding corridor.

After spending an afternoon, Basil took inventory of the storage rooms, changing rooms, kitchen, wine cellar, recreation room (a room for eating, playing cards, and storing books that hadn't been touched in centuries), several bedrooms, and even the bathroom and toilet, all located on either side of the corridor.

Basil discovered that the house currently only had some smoked meat, eggs, and flour left.

As for money, there were only 2 Galleons, 17 Sickles, and 40 Knuts left.

Although, outside the cave-like house that resembled a small hill, some hens were free-range and some vegetables were planted, for now, this hobbit-hole-like dwelling was his only safe fortress.

"The food will last about 7 days. The water comes from purified groundwater."

"Today is July 27th. School starts on September 1st."

"I come from a wizarding family, so no professor will come."

"But if I don't reply to the letter, in 7 days, Hogwarts should send a professor."

In the kitchen, Basil paced back and forth, thinking about the arrangements for the days ahead.

"No! I need to take the initiative!"

Before the sun had completely set, Basil left the kitchen.

He opened the heavy cast-iron door

and entered the entry room (the second, magically significant entrance room of the cave, which contained nothing but a gilded book sculpture).

Basil walked over, familiar with the motion, and placed his hand on the cover of the book.

A blue halo flashed, and the golden-haired boy's figure vanished from the spot.

A mile away, high up in a tall redwood tree, a warm-toned light suddenly lit up inside a treehouse.

Placing the permanent Door Key—the book sculpture—on a stool, Basil glanced around the room, passed the automatically lit fireplace, a small basin of glittering powder, and the excitedly hopping Snowy Owl Fenda on a shelf, and walked over to the desk.

He pulled out a piece of parchment, picked up a quill, dipped it in ink, and began to write furiously.

Dear Professor McGonagall, There is a matter in which I require your assistance.

I am an orphan, both my parents deceased.

My grandmother passed away one month ago.

She once mentioned a name to me—Fenrir Greyback.

Saying he might have set his sights on our family.

I did not take it to heart at the time, but today when I went out, I was attacked by him.

Fortunately, I managed to run back home in time.

Our home is also equipped with comprehensive protective spells to prevent his intrusion.

But the food in the house is running low.

I hope you can come as soon as possible to drive him away.

Your future student, Basil Granger, respectfully submits.

"Haha, take my righteous report!" Basil breathed a sigh of relief.

He patted Fanta's head as it came over, feeding it a piece of dried rat meat.

Then he had Fanta take the letter in its mouth and fly away.