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In the blink of an eye, Saturday arrived.
For all the students, exams were over.
The Quidditch pitch was packed with people early in the morning.
Even though the match was at 11 o'clock, close to noon.
But Quidditch lovers, holding portable food like pies and bacon brought from the dining hall, as well as drinks like pumpkin juice, had claimed their spots in advance.
Basil was among them.
Of course, not because he loved Quidditch.
Nor was it to conform.
But to avoid Sirius Black.
For the past few days, Dumbledore, in order to let his Potions professor grade exams and prepare assignments in peace, had been preventing Sirius from getting close to the Slytherin Head's office.
The door of the adjacent empty classroom was removed and magically enlarged.
He himself, while working inside, kept his eyes on the main door.
To prevent Sirius from picking a fight.
Indeed, after Sirius learned from big-mouth Ron about Harry's unfair treatment in Potions class, he did intend to run down to the dungeons.
But at that time, Basil was using the bathroom in the dormitory.
This anger withered.
Reason surged into his heart.
He was originally recalling the scene of teaching Snape a lesson, preparing to repeat his old tricks.
But after the anger faded, he felt like he was the bad guy.
In his mind, Snape, hung upside down in mid-air, exposing his dark underwear, suddenly seemed inexplicably glaring.
This was the beginning of their ill-fated relationship.
Basil's existence made it so that when Sirius faced James's face, the guilt in his heart couldn't rise.
Other positive emotions, along with memories of teaching Snape a lesson with James, night wandering, and playing pranks on others with spells, surged out.
As an adult, he actually knew he was too reckless in his youth.
He would admit he was sometimes an arrogant little fool.
So, except for happy memories related to Snape and James, he wouldn't touch upon others.
However, now they all bypassed the memories of storing James's body and breaking the enchantments on the old Potter house, surfacing in his mind one by one.
Although he could only realize that the Marauders playing jokes on others wasn't very good. His ill-fated relationship with Snape made him solely unable to think there was anything wrong with them teaching Snape a lesson.
But in his subconscious, there was still a trace of guilt.
The result was that Sirius put down the idea of troubling Snape.
Dumbledore, working in the empty classroom next to the Head of House office in the dungeons, with eyes almost crossing from staring, never saw Sirius coming.
Also subconsciously, Sirius, who vaguely felt he could recall more memories with James around Basil...
Started to like chatting with him.
The reason was that Basil had a relaxing aura about him, and Draco needed it.
To this, Basil just wanted to say "get lost."
If he were still short on money, he might deliberately get close to this rich tycoon Sirius.
But now, who cared?
And, although surprising to say.
Facing his future stepson Draco, Basil was still a bit embarrassed.
And Draco was always by Sirius's side.
However, his reason for not wanting to deal with Sirius wasn't just because of Draco.
These days, Riddle had been running around outside.
While preparing food, medicine, gold, and backpacks with Undetectable Extension Charms needed for traveling to another world, he was also handling the Malfoy family business.
Preventing anyone from bullying his Master—Basil Granger's future lover.
So, Basil's energy was inevitably more diverted to Riddle.
For this, he even put aside the experiment of temporarily unequipping [Doctor of Spellcraft] to test [Obsidian Shadow]'s tolerance to the strong negative emotions brought by [Killing Intent] and [Heart of Killing].
The remaining energy, excluding his own entertainment and socializing with friends, was much less.
There was no extra space for Sirius.
Moreover, Sirius seemed to be regarded as a tragic hero by everyone now. His handsome appearance and elegant temperament, inconsistent with his husky-like inner self, attracted many students to watch.
Plus Basil himself was particularly popular; the two together were simply a nightmare for Basil.
Fortunately, today was the Quidditch final, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor.
The players would be discussing tactics in the changing rooms.
Draco wasn't in the stands.
Neither was Sirius.
Whether he was looking for Harry or Draco.
He wouldn't come to the stands to harass Basil.
Especially since Basil was surrounded by people now.
There were no empty seats.
He could lean on Hermione's lap, leisurely watching the changing clouds in the sky.
Hmm, the twin sisters Parvati and Padma behind him were interacting with him, and Hermione couldn't get angry now.
She would feel wrong and angry after separating, but once she came over, she would calm down again.
Reason told her something was wrong, and then she attributed this to love.
Self-gaslighting that she loved him too much to be angry at him.
The power of [Obsidian Shadow] was strong and potent, strong and potent!
"Basil." Hermione stroked his beautiful blond hair. "Although I won't get angry, if this continues, I might do something bad."
Basil felt his scalp tingle.
A strange image appeared in his mind.
The beautiful faces of Parvati and Padma smiling at him from behind suddenly lost their color.
Suspended in mid-air, wrapped only in gauze.
To the right of the bed, Hermione smiled neurotically, souls seemingly wailing at the tip of her wand.
In a trance, the world in his eyes returned to normal.
Hermione was smiling gently.
Parvati and Padma were holding his hands, playing a finger-counting game.
He stood up abruptly, pulling his hands out of theirs.
Fear lingered in his heart but couldn't spread under a strange power.
After casually telling a few lies to explain his strange behavior...
He hurriedly initiated a 'voice call' to Riddle, who was purchasing in Knockturn Alley and casually stunning a few Dark Wizards, explaining everything just now.
"Your magic scale broke through 8, right?" Riddle spun the wand in his hand and shot a red light behind him. "I don't know the specific data. But your magic power, relative to your age, body, and will, is too high. As far as I can sense, your magical magnetic field is more agile and better at transmitting your emotions outward."
He waved his wand again, and the shop door opened.
A sound similar to knocking came from inside.
Stepping over the unconscious wizard's body, Riddle walked deeper, ignoring the withered hand, the magnificent opal necklace, chains emitting black aura, and other strange items. He continued to reply: "That means your speech is more infectious. Harry Potter is different from you. Although his scale is 10. But relative to the vessel holding the magic power, the ratio is a normal value."
He waved his wand again. A black leather suitcase inlaid with silver clasps broke through the cabinet door.
Flying into Riddle's hand.
"Excellent, this is it. The famous alchemist Gregory's final work—[World in a Box]. My Lord, the backpack is ready."
He ignored the crackling sounds similar to gunshots coming from the street outside.
Before the Aurors apparated, he vanished into thin air with the suitcase.
In the secret chamber at the bottom of Loch Ness, he reappeared.
Surrounded by colorful potion bottles, drinks, food, spare clothes, and gold.
"Let's continue the topic just now. Infectious speech, I don't mean rhetoric or voice. But innate leadership qualities (here we must exclude Sybill Trelawney; their family's Inner Eye is so prominent that they are cursed, causing them to lose the temperament that convinces people; compared to a seer, she's more like a charlatan, a fraud)."
"They also often possess the Inner Eye. That is, the ability to occasionally see the future."
"Grindelwald is a prime example."
"Obviously, what you just saw was the future. After abusing the [Inspire] ability."