"Lady Granger, unable to receive the right feedback during your long betrayal, was also unable to even contemplate harming you. Her ultimate target was your other women. In your absence, she killed them with the Killing Curse."
"This is a logical progression."
"However, a terrible future can be changed starting now."
"Your system will not be noticed by mere Prophecy. The greatest variable lies within yourself."
"What you need now is to follow in my footsteps and measure Gregory's great work—'The World in a Box.' Hmm, how about we call it the World Box?"
Hearing this, Basil breathed a sigh of relief, shifting his attention from the stands. What kind of scenery would be inside the trunk Riddle had described as comparable to Newt's, the one named after the world?
Riddle opened the box, and what came into view was a downward staircase.
The bottom of the box appears to be the interior of a small wooden cabin.
He waved his wand lightly.
All the items he had collected over the past few days lined up and followed him to the bottom of the box.
The cabin had no windows, only a large door.
Push open the door.
The bright sunlight poured in, along with the scents of green grass, soil, and flowers.
Take a step forward.
It is a complete world.
The small wooden house is surrounded by water on all sides.
The clear stream is teeming with fish, shrimp, colorful pebbles, and moss-covered rocks.
The surrounding area is planted with many flowers whose names I don't know.
After crossing the wooden bridge, a boundless forest stretched out before us, with towering mountains seemingly rising in the distance.
Walking along the stream, you'll find a vast expanse of reeds. Parting them, you'll see ducks and swans swimming on the lake.
"Are you satisfied now? I searched for a long time before finally finding it."
"No need for charging; the streams, flowers, trees, sun, and clouds in front of you are its energy source. Energy circulates and increases within them."
"Your coming in and out, and the opening and closing of the boxes, will also increase energy."
Basil asked curiously, "What's the principle? I remember the magnetic field of magical items would weaken. And I once read about it in a biology book. The United States created a closed ecosystem—Biosphere 2. In the end, the experiment failed. It was said that with the current technology of mankind, the closed ecological chambers and the like would run out of oxygen after a certain period of operation. So it seems that for the time being, mankind cannot create a permanent closed ecosystem."
"But according to you, the energy in this box will not decrease, but will increase instead. That's simply not scientific."
"Science?" Riddle coughed. "This is magic. The Magic Field of this box is constantly interacting with the Magic Field of the outside world."
"I remember this is knowledge you already knew. It was mentioned in 'The Magical Theory'. The reason why the magic that was attached to your house in Devonshire did not need maintenance was because their Magic Field combined with the Earth's magnetic field, mutually reinforcing each other."
"Ingenious magical tools and magical fortifications, and the inextinguishable Goblet of Fire of Bulai, are all based on this principle."
"This box is no exception."
"It is not an isolated system. It is not closed like Biosphere 2, so the ecosystem inside can continue to function."
"Gregory's ingenious design and the skillful Weatherproof Charm inside allow its Magic Field to perfectly match the external magnetic field. The opening and closing of the box can further amplify and reduce the degree of interaction with the external magnetic field."
"Therefore, the space and ecosystem inside the box will only tend to stabilize over time."
"The wizard's entry and exit will also make the Magic Field of the box more complex and more stable."
"Weatherproof Charm?" Basil was a little confused; he hadn't learned it yet.
However, it's not that he's ignorant or incompetent. Rather, this isn't an area he's studied in depth.
After completing the first-year curriculum.
His subsequent research and studies were all related to the Mind Stone —such as spells in the spiritual realm, including Confundus Charm, Memory Charm, and Legilimency.
He also read the three books on the School of Philosophical Thinking recommended by Professor McGonagall.
After all, the power of Archmage and advanced spells are related to the progress of the ethereal mind. Magic itself, if we disregard Magic Field, also originates from belief.
Riddle nodded. "The Weatherproof Charm isn't simply about releasing thunderclouds overhead. Weather refers to all atmospheric physical phenomena that occur in the sky, such as wind, clouds, rain, snow, frost, dew, rainbows, halos, lightning, and thunder."
"And a skillful Weatherproof Charm can simulate the complete climate cycle, spring, summer, autumn and winter."
"Like Rubeus's Magical Creature Containment Box, the Weatherproof Charm inside is relatively simple. It can only simulate spring and summer, and sunny and rainy seasons."
"I see," Basil exclaimed.
His attention returned to the game.
The stands were already full of people.
Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean sat together, leaning on the railing, talking about something.
Sirius and Hagrid sat in the last row.
Wisps of colorful mist emerged from the tip of Sirius's wand, forming clouds above his head that read, "Gryffindor wins! Go Draco Malfoy!"
Hagrid, with binoculars in hand, kept a close eye on the field.
The other people on the field, however, were quite exaggerated.
This was the first time Basil truly realized how unpopular Slytherin was in the house.
He was momentarily distracted—talking to Riddle.
But in the blink of an eye, almost three-quarters of the crowd produced scarlet roses and flags from who-knows-where.
The flag also bore slogans such as "Gryffindor Success!" and "The Lion Wins the Trophy!"
The rest of the people were all Slytherin, and they were all sitting behind the Slytherin Quidditch Team's goal, about 200 of them.
They were all wearing green ornaments, and Slytherin's silver serpent Winky on their banners.
Snape sat in the front row, wearing green ornaments like everyone else, with a sinister smile on his face.
He kept making rude gestures to Sirius in the back row opposite him.
This startled the students behind him, but the next second, they followed their dean's gesture.
Sirius didn't notice any of this.
Instead, the Gryffindor students were angered by the gestures and began to return them.
Some of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students on either side, dressed in Gryffindor attire, also joined in.
Strangely, Professor McGonagall, who should have reprimanded these rude behaviors, remained indifferent, acting as if nothing had happened.
Only Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout stepped forward and restrained their students.
Just as Basil was worried that the Slytherin and Gryffindor students would stand up and passionately exchange spells across the playing field, the red and green teams walked out of the changing room carrying brooms.
They came before the referee, Madam Hooch.
Harry and Draco gripped the broom handle tightly, looking at each other.
The match is about to begin.
"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch.
Flint and Wood walked towards each other and grasped each other's hands firmly.
It's as if they both want to break each other's fingers.
"Get on the Flying Broomstick!" Madam Hooch said. "Three... two... one..."
Fourteen brooms soared into the air, and Hooch's whistle was drowned out by the roar of the crowd.