Chapter 32 The Swordholder of Magic and the Muggle World
Just now, Basil was actually ready to teleport away at any moment.
But thinking that Harry was there, they should be safe, so he held back.
Besides, he also had the Fenrir Wolf echo, which gave him a hundred times more life force than a normal person.
Even so, and considering he had previously examined the three-headed dog from head to toe through his mental image of Hogwarts
, he still couldn't resist igniting the Red Dragon Blood when facing this dangerous magical creature.
After that state faded, his body became much stronger.
He didn't want to become a giant.
The image of a burly, handsome, arrogant dragon was out of the question!
And the instigator of this incident didn't need to be guessed.
For anything that happened at Hogwarts, just ask Dumbledore!
So, while Harry and the others calmed down and discussed the three-headed dog, the fleeting trapdoor, Basil's spell, and his wand, Basil zoomed in on the Headmaster's office.
He witnessed everything that happened inside.
He saw the burning gaze in Dumbledore's eyes as he looked at him.
Basil felt a chill
run down his spine. The voice, seemingly that of Nick Flamel, also expressed its shock at the opportune moment, "How is this possible? An 11-year-old boy! Voldemort is understandable; after all, he reduced himself to ashes, sliced his soul, and forcibly manifested the magic that existed only as a concept within his body and soul. This boy? He merely possesses the blood of a foolish dragon! Judging by his age, he probably inherited it from his ancestor. Just like you inherited the Phoenix Force from your ancestor. But even the Phoenix Force only brings you closer to becoming a great wizard than others; the next step is entirely up to your own personal development and achievement in the magical realm. This boy?"
Dumbledore shook his head. He shook his head. "This is definitely not a simple dragon. It's closer to the power of Smaug, the wise dragon from Tolkien's novels. And it's more righteous. You weren't there, unlike me who can experience everything firsthand through the mist condenser. That power is filled with majesty, righteousness, and a vast, fiery heat like the sun. Perhaps it originates from a lost era in our history. Muggles recorded a story known as mythology. His name was Granger, and he was born with the power to control plants. Plants, the sun. Could it be Baldr? He swore an oath to protect all things, the god of spring and joy, the god of light and mercy. The Granger family's dominion over plants comes from the power of spring?"
"No! What about the dragon? According to you, it would be more like Apollo, who is also known as the god of medicine. Medicine is often related to plants."
"Right, what about the dragon? Perhaps this feeling of closeness and awe doesn't come from the oath to all things? The red dragon? No, the dragon is a symbol of evil. There are traces of dragons in the incantations of Fiendfire."
"Are you senile? Who else could it be but the red dragon? Don't forget what country you're from."
"British, ah, the red dragon who drew the sword from the stone and ruled Britain? That's right, that wand is more like a knight's sword than wood. And the plant?"
"You forgot Merlin? Although there are legends that he had succubus blood, there are also poems that describe him as a druid who lived in harmony with nature."
"Oh? That makes sense."
As Dumbledore finished speaking, there was a knock at the door.
He waved his hand. The silver mirror flew into the cabinet. Something that emitted a silver mist, like a humidifier, sucked in the mist along with the image.
"Please come in."
"Do I look like Grindelwald?"
"Is that Nick Flamel?"
"Why does it end here?"
"What kind of mythology is this? You actually bumped into him!"
"What are the characteristics of a great wizard? Why don't you say so?"
"Am I a great wizard?" Feeling the flowing, majestic, and fiery 'magic' within him, Basil was somewhat amused and exasperated.
That old geezer Dumbledore was indeed formidable.
In fact, the reason he hadn't created any new echoes was because he was waiting for the Dumbledore Echo and the Voldemort Echo.
Compared to them, Harry's echo paled in comparison.
On Thursday night, he planned to spend another 5000 gems to create echoes for Harry, Hagrid, Ron, Draco, and Neville.
But...
[Player's maximum number of echoes is 3. Create an echo 〖Savior Star〗?]
"Can it be expanded?"
[Yes. Spend 1000 gems to increase the maximum number of echoes to 4?]
"No."
This is the cause and effect.
Regarding Voldemort's echo, he planned to kill and steal souls.
Hogwarts was his body.
He could easily detect the location of powerful magical artifacts like Ravenclaw's tiara (Horde version).
The reason he hadn't acted was that the only known way to destroy Horcruxes was with the basilisk's fangs, Fiendfyre.
The basilisk was still alive, and making a summoning card would cost 13,000,
3,000 more than Fawkes the Phoenix.
While he could easily conjure books containing knowledge of Fiendfyre in the Forbidden Library, there were too many forbidden books to identify the correct one.
Furthermore, he hesitated about whether to make the Horcrux into a card before destroying it.
Regarding Dumbledore's echo, he planned to rely on friendship. However,
Basil hadn't publicly asked Dumbledore if he was a friend. Moreover, it
was well known that Dumbledore was gay
. Especially now, Basil knew he resembled Grindelwald
—a more handsome version.
Therefore, the matter of the third echo remained unresolved until October.
But these past few days haven't been entirely fruitless for Basil.
The effects of his actions are gradually becoming apparent.
Percy, who wrote to Mr. Weasley offering a plethora of suggestions, received a reply.
In the letter, only Basil's family's money-saving tricks garnered praise and surprise from Mr. Weasley.
According to him, living like this would provide enough spare money to buy Ron a new wand next month.
However, the rest of the letter—the decisions to increase revenue for the department and himself, such as opening licenses—
was completely rejected and criticized.
He said he had long been aware of the immense profits in the Muggle world.
In fact, the Malfoy family initially amassed a fortune through this.
It was only after the implementation of the protection laws, coupled with the need to integrate into the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic, that they reluctantly severed ties,
revealing their irreconcilable enmity with Muggles.
When their department was established, many purebloods, especially the Malfoy family, recognized this and wanted to join and get a share.
If it weren't for his unwavering commitment to the department, refusing multiple promotions...
It's likely that the influx of capital will cause the conservative, feudal magical market to collapse, become alienated, and cease to exist.
Only the pure-bloods will benefit, while the lower and middle classes will become the victims.
The era when a wand was enough for self-sufficiency might also disappear.
Integration takes time and requires preparation.
Some of the research conducted by the Department of Mysteries, such as the Space Hall, is related to this.
To be honest, hearing Percy relay his father's words with a heavy yet proud expression,
Basil was truly shocked.
Does this mean Arthur Weasley is the Swordholder of both the British magical world and the Muggle world? The bridgehead?
This is utterly absurd, ridiculously absurd.
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