Late at night, in the dormitory.
Basil pretended to sleep.
But at that moment, he was not reminiscing about his daytime trip to Diagon Alley with Hermione.
Nor was he recalling the delicacies from the Christmas feast: a hundred plump roast turkeys, mountains of roast meat and boiled potatoes, platter after platter of delicious little sausages, bowl after bowl of buttered peas, dish after dish of thick gravy and cranberry sauce...
Or the cracker packages on the table that exploded like cannon fire every few steps, releasing blue smoke that could swallow a whole person, with gifts inside such as white mice, top hats, and wizard chess sets.
In fact, he was watching Harry.
Don't get the wrong idea. He had not been infected by England's gay culture. Rather, he did not know whether Harry would wear the Invisibility Cloak for a nighttime stroll tonight, whether he would encounter the Mirror of Erised tonight, or whether he would speak with Dumbledore tonight.
Films and novels were two different mediums.
He had not read the novel.
And the film had never specified which day of Christmas it was.
So, for the Diary destruction plan to proceed smoothly, he needed to keep a close watch on Harry and see what he did.
"Basil?" Harry climbed to the side of his bed, pulled open the deep crimson flannel curtains, and whispered.
Basil did not answer. He knew Harry was only asking for show.
Sure enough, in the Hogwarts within his mind, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he quietly put on the Invisibility Cloak.
His entire body vanished into the darkness.
If Hogwarts had not now become practically another body for Basil,
he probably would not have been able to detect Harry's whereabouts either.
He was now very curious about where Harry