Sunlight streamed through the window, casting shadows on Basil's somewhat unpredictable face.
He's actually a bit strange.
Why is there no criticism of Hogwarts in this report?
Philosopher's Stone is hidden in the castle.
The professor is a dark wizard.
He can easily come up with points for criticism.
Rita Skeeter couldn't possibly have been unaware of this.
Could it be because Dumbledore captured an Animagus, and she, being an unregistered and illegal Animagus herself, was afraid of being exposed?
With her help, Fudge also established a new persona.
Be willing to admit mistakes.
Damn it!
I hope that this simple lifestyle of making a mistake, bowing 90 degrees, and then it's over after the Snimasha incident won't be adopted into the political arena of the Wizarding World.
Basil didn't think about it in detail.
Because the dorm is a complete mess right now.
Harry kept insisting on going to see Sirius.
Ron kept his head down, ashamed of mocking Draco and treating Quirrell as a good person yesterday.
Neville and Seamus were cleaning the dormitory, trying to recall all the places where Scabbers might have been.
And Basil himself.
Hermione barged into the dormitory with a newspaper and sat down on his bed without any ceremony.
She pulled him along to watch it together.
After accidentally crossing the line last night, Hermione has become much bolder.
They dared to openly and shamelessly get close to Basil.
Damn it! How could he not have restrained himself?
It can only be said that what grew along with his undying Golden Eyes was not only his height, but also the reproductive structure in his body, which is now basically mature.
Withered seedlings need clear, sweet spring water; bitter, cold winter days need scorching sun; hibernating insects need the call of the Awakening of Insects.
A mature body also needs the continuation of life.
Even the soul of a pervert cannot stop at merely indulging in visual pleasure.
Having regained his prime physical condition, it's already quite an achievement that he can stop.
However, it's not without its advantages.
Perhaps it is because of this maturity in some sense that the true magic power scale marked on the wizarding data is no longer limited to 7.
It quietly rose to 8.
But some people, even at the age when they should be fathers, are still immature.
Sirius Black, at this moment, sat on the ground like a big dog.
She watched her nephew with longing eyes.
"You look so listless? Why don't you smile?"
Lucius Malfoy's head has already been taken home by Narcissa.
Draco did not go back.
He said he wanted to hide his weakness and act like a real Malfoy.
As Slytherin's Seeker, he stayed at his post and won the Quidditch Cup.
But from Sirius's perspective, who was still a big kid and had never gotten through puberty.
His nephew's poker face is so boring.
At his insistence, he moved into an empty classroom on the 8th floor with Draco.
Aside from the time he spent sleeping and washing up last night, he had been working hard to bring a smile back to Draco's face.
He did everything he could think of, including barking like a dog, making faces, telling jokes, scratching himself, gossiping ( about the Slytherin Head of House, Snivellus 'Snape scandalous deeds), and so on.
His nephew Draco Malfoy, remained unmoved.
Sirius, exasperated, said, "How about we play Quidditch? You're Seeker like Harry, right? You joined the school team in your first year, almost as good as James."
Draco, who had been expressionless and with vacant eyes, suddenly had a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"What is it because of? Quidditch or Harry?" Sirius noticed and the thought flashed through his mind.
His ill-fated relationship with Snape made him subconsciously more inclined towards the latter.
He tentatively suggested, "How about we go find Harry?"
"No, no Harry, no Harry Potter!" Draco exclaimed as if waking from a dream.
Sirius exclaimed with delight, "Okay, let's go find Harry then. The Gryffindor Common Room is on the Seventh Floor too. I haven't been back in ages."
Meanwhile, Basil, who was expecting Sirius to be brought to his door by Snape and cause some trouble, exclaimed inwardly.
"Holy crap!"
He quickly pulled his hand away from Hermione's buttocks.
Ignoring Hermione's flushed face, Basil stood up.
"How about we go for a walk by the lake?"
Hermione nodded and followed.
Basil was not morally fastidious and unable to meet the son of Lucius Malfoy, whom he had indirectly caused to die.
It wasn't that they wanted to avoid any potentially gay scenes between Draco and Harry.
After all, Harry and Ron's daily interactions are gay enough.
Rather, Basil wasn't just manipulating two lines at once—talking to Hermione while watching Draco and Sirius's conversation.
In fact, it's a third-tier city.
Narcissa Malfoy must have felt this deeply.
Inside the Chamber of Secrets of the Malfoy Manor.
Her firm breasts trembled with her rapid breathing.
The usually haughty and arrogant Mrs. Malfoy was now filled with helplessness.
During the run, because her shoes were lost, her bare, jade-like toes rubbed against the rough ground, leaving a charming peach-red hue.
It all feels like yesterday.
But at that time, Lucius was with her.
The warmth emanating from his broad, calloused hands.
It was a sunny day with the sun just rising and white peacocks singing on the hedges.
The master possessed that person and sealed off the manor.
He walked backwards into the mansion.
The portraits of the Malfoy family ancestors served as a reminder.
Her father-in-law Abraxas, sensed something was amiss from the start and went to the picture frame in front of the entrance to reminisce.
She was pulled into Chamber of Secrets by Lucius.
But it was all in vain.
Crimson eyes appeared before them.
All defensive magic was broken.
My body is out of control.
He watched helplessly as Lucius's hair was shaved off and inscribed with Magic Script.
She was given Polyjuice Potion.
Being cursed not only renders one unable to speak, but also causes the loss of other expressive abilities.
Until the afternoon of June 1st.
The curse then disappeared.
She later learned that Lucius had died, at that time.
And today.
The same thing happened.
The only difference was that he walked into the mansion upright.
After breaking through the defensive magic, the face that appeared was no longer as white as chalk, had no nose, and had bloodshot eyes.
It was the handsome face she had only seen in a photo in her sister Bellatrix's bedroom.
"Master~" Her voice trembled, and she didn't even dare to mention a trace of hatred.
They dared not even think about why their master would change form and be resurrected in a youthful state.
Why wasn't Dobby fixed in place this time, but instead followed behind him, floating like a toy balloon, and tied with a string?
"You've mistaken me for someone else. I am Tom Riddle," Basil said, controlling the body.
"You are the master." Mrs. Malfoy was almost touching the ground, and her pear-shaped buttocks were even more alluring under the black robe.
Do you know why Lucius died?
Before she could answer, Basil continued, "Because of the Diary. It's Voldemort's Horcrux."
Mrs. Malfoy's breathing became more rapid, and her toes curled up involuntarily.
With its head held high, the swan-like neck reveals the breathtaking scenery of this mysterious region.
"Please spare Draco's life!"
Basil crouched down and looked at her with amusement, the clear, sweet fragrance of a mature woman filling his nostrils.
Considering that this body wasn't his own, he didn't lift her chin any further.
Instead, he calmly asked, "What can you offer in return?"
"Everything," Narcissa Malfoy said firmly.
The creation of Horcrux isn't actually that rare. It's just that Voldemort thought it was little known. It's mentioned in * The Advanced Dark Arts *. But normal people wouldn't do it; it would involve splitting one's soul. Therefore, the characteristics of Horcrux haven't been categorized, making them difficult to identify. Lucius Malfoy didn't recognize the Diary as Horcrux. After all, the afterlife truly exists. The Ministry of Magic's Death Chamber has researched this. Some long-established families should also know about it. For example, Regulus Black in the original stories knew about Horcrux and sacrificed his life for them. Therefore, I'm writing that Narcissa, also from the Black family, also knew about them.