The Sword Bearer of the Magical and Muggle Worlds

Basil had actually been ready to apparate away at any moment.

But thinking that with Harry here, they should be fine, he held back.

And he also had the Fenrir Wolf's echo, which gave him a hundred times more life than a normal person.

However, even so, after having previously sized up the Three-Headed Dog from head to toe through Hogwarts in his mind.

When truly facing this dangerous magical creature, he couldn't help but ignite the Dragon Blood of Red Dragon.

After that state faded, his body had become much more solid.

He didn't want to become a hulking brute.

Get lost, that 'Dragonborn' image of a broad-shouldered, handsome man!

As for the instigator of this whole affair, there was no need to guess.

For anything that happened at Hogwarts, just ask Dumbledore!

So, while Harry and the others calmed down and discussed the Three-Headed Dog, the trapdoor that flashed by, Basil's spells, and his wand, Basil magnified the Headmaster's office.

He witnessed everything that was happening inside.

Seeing Dumbledore's fervent gaze upon his projected image.

Basil felt an intense chill.

And the voice, suspected to be Nicolas Flamel's, chimed in with shock, "How is this possible? An 11-year-old boy! Voldemort is understandable, after all, he ground his bones to dust, sliced his soul, and forced the magic that only existed as a concept in his body and soul to manifest. What about this boy? He merely possesses the clumsy blood of a dragon beast! Judging by his age, it's likely inherited from an ancestor. Just as you inherited the phoenix's power from your ancestors. But even the phoenix's power only brings you closer to being an Archmage than others; the subsequent steps are entirely your personal blossoming in the magical realm. This boy?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "This is definitely not a simple dragon beast. This is closer to the power of a wise dragon like Smaug from Tolkien's novels. And it leans towards righteousness. You weren't present, unlike me, who could experience everything firsthand through the Pensieve. That power was filled with majesty, openness, and the heat of a vast sun. This might originate from a lost era of our history. Muggles recorded it as myths. His surname is Granger, and he was born with the power to control plants. Plants, the sun. Could it be Baldr? The one who swore no harm to all things, the god of spring and joy, as well as the god of light and compassion. Does the Granger family's dominion over plants stem from the power of spring?"

"No! Where's the dragon? If what you say is true, it's more like Apollo, who also has the title of god of medicine. Medicine is often related to plants."

"Right, where's the dragon? Perhaps this feeling of closeness and subjugation doesn't come from the oath of all things? Red dragon? No, dragons are symbols of demons, and there are traces of dragons in the incantation for Fiendfyre."

"Are you senile? When you mention the Red Dragon, who else could it be? Don't forget which country you're from!"

"Britain, hiss, drawing the Sword in the Stone, the Red Dragon that rules Britain? That's right, that wand, rather than wood, looks more like a knight's sword. What about the plants?"

"Did you forget Merlin? Although there are legends that he had succubus blood, there are also poems describing him as a druid who coexisted with nature."

"Oh? That makes sense too."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

He waved his hand. The Silver Mirror flew into the cabinet. The mist-like humidifier absorbed the mist along with the image.

"Come in."

"I resemble Grindelwald?"

"Is that man Nicolas Flamel?"

"Why does it end here?"

"Talking about myths, and it actually happened!"

"What are the characteristics of an Archmage? Why didn't you say!"

"Am I an Archmage then?" Feeling the 'magical power' flowing within him, filled with majesty and heat, Basil felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

Dumbledore, that old rascal, was indeed formidable.

In fact, the reason he hadn't been creating new echoes was because he was anticipating Dumbledore's and Voldemort's echoes.

Compared to them, Harry's echo paled in comparison.

On Thursday evening, he had planned to spend another 5,000 gems to create the echoes of Harry, Hagrid, Ron, Draco, and Neville.

But...

[Player can currently bear a maximum of 3 echoes. Do you wish to create the echo 'Savior of the Stars'?]

"Can I expand it?"

[Yes. Do you wish to spend 1000 gems to increase the maximum bearable echo count to 4?]

"No."

This was the cause and effect.

For Voldemort's echo, he planned to obtain it through killing and soul-stealing.

Hogwarts was his body.

For powerful magical items like Ravenclaw's Diadem - Horcrux version, he could easily sense their locations.

The reason he hadn't acted yet was that the only known ways to destroy a Horcrux were a Basilisk's fangs and Fiendfyre.

The Basilisk was still alive, and it would cost 13,000 to create a summon card.

That's 3,000 more than Fawkes the Phoenix.

Regarding the knowledge of Fiendfyre, although it was in the Restricted Section, and he could easily conjure the book out of thin air, there were too many restricted books, and he couldn't find which one it was.

Moreover, he was also hesitating whether to turn this Horcrux into a card before destroying it.

For Dumbledore's echo, he planned to obtain it through making friends.

But Basil hadn't yet publicly asked Dumbledore questions like whether he was his friend.

Furthermore, as everyone knew, Dumbledore was an old softie.

Especially now, Basil also knew that he looked like Grindelwald.

Or rather, a more handsome version.

So, the matter of the third echo was delayed until October and still hadn't been resolved.

But these days, Basil hadn't been without his gains.

The impact of everything he had done was also gradually emerging.

Percy, who had written to Mr. Weasley with a large number of suggestions, received a reply.

In the letter, only Basil's family's money-saving tips were praised and marveled at by Mr. Weasley.

According to him, living like that would free up enough money next month to buy Ron a new wand.

However, regarding the other content of the letter, such as decisions to establish licenses and increase revenue for the department and himself personally.

It was completely rejected and criticized.

He said that he had long noticed the immense profits in the Muggle world.

In fact, in the beginning, the Malfoy family had accumulated a large amount of wealth through this.

It was only later, with the implementation of protection laws and the desire to integrate into the upper circles of the Ministry of Magic, that they reluctantly cut ties.

Displaying an irreconcilable stance towards Muggles.

When their department was established, many pure-bloods who realized this, especially the Malfoy family, wanted to join and get a piece of the pie.

If he hadn't consistently held his ground in this department, refusing multiple promotion temptations.

He feared that under the influx of capital, the conservative and feudal market of the wizarding world would collapse, transform, and cease to exist.

Only the pure-bloods would benefit, while the lower and middle classes would become sacrifices.

The era where one could be self-sufficient with just a wand might also cease to exist.

Integration takes time; preparation is needed.

Some of the research within the Department of Mysteries, such as the Astral Chamber, was related to this.

To be honest, hearing Percy relay his father's words with a solemn yet proud expression.

Basil was truly shocked.

If that was the case, wasn't Arthur Weasley the sword-bearer, the bridgehead, between the British wizarding world and the Muggle world?

It was utterly ridiculous, a level of absurdity that defied all logic.