People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

He easily brought back Queenie and Metis, whom even the super witch could not revive.

With it, all the magic of the American horror world is open to Basil.

And the Demon Prince.

Doesn’t it mean that since Satan is dead, he is the king?

Hell is his?

The remaining chapter will be posted during the day.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 131 Dumbledore's Belated Gift

"It's amazing that when Harry arrived at the Burrow, we were just about to set off." The young version of Dumbledore exclaimed, holding his pocket watch.

The "sharp-eyed" Basil easily saw everything under the cover, even though he was standing in front of Dumbledore, arm in arm with Ariana, enjoying Aberforth's murderous gaze.

That's not a watch face, but something like Dragon Ball Radar.

There are small dots of various colors inside, and right now the green dots are about to overlap with the red dots.

Shit! This is perverted!

Bajir's fingertips glowed instantly, and the vast emotional power was consumed, and 'Wish' checked itself. The next second, the consumed emotional energy was replenished by the murder house and Michael.

He felt sick at the thought of what gay old Dumbledore might have left on him.

"Fortunately, no tricks were left behind." Bagir was a little relieved.

Poor Harry.

People who don’t know might think Dumbledore was looking at the time, but...

But it was a real bummer.

After returning to Harry's world, the joy in his heart after settling the 15 gems obtained from the American Horror World was reduced a little.

Baqir couldn't help but yawn and headed towards the forbidden forest.

At this moment, the four of them were standing in front of the oak door and on the stone steps of the Hogwarts Great Hall Castle.

"Bajir, are you feeling bored?" Ariana tilted her head, her big eyes blinking.

"I was just looking at what kind of transportation it would be." Bagel hugged her tightly under Aberforth's murderous gaze.

And Dumbledore's emotions were not as calm as he appeared.

Bagel could now taste the mixed emotions of sadness, anger, and joy coming from Dumbledore.

The spicy and sour taste is a bit like Guizhou's sour soup.

This emotion is too complex, and with Bagir's current experience in tasting emotions, he cannot fully analyze its composition.

O(∩_∩)O haha~

Baqir held Ariana tighter.

There is a husband currently committing the taste.

He suddenly hoped that the ghost of old Malfoy, summoned by Voldemort, would return home and look at him and Narcissa.

Bagel thought that he was a very vengeful person. If it weren't for Narcissa, he would not let her off so easily if she had been chased by werewolves and almost killed as soon as she awakened her memory.

Genghis Khan's life motto is "The greatest joy in life is to defeat the enemy, chase the enemy, seize all that he has, to see his closest people in tears, to ride his horses, and to marry his beautiful wives and daughters." Bagir personally agrees with this.

Thinking of this, Baqir tidied Ariana's hair again.

In the golden light of the morning sun, the two people with golden hair shine brightly, and anyone who sees them will think they are a perfect pair of golden boy and jade girl.

But in the eyes of the Dumbledore brothers behind them, it seemed like lightning, thunder, and gusts of mournful wind.

Aberforth finally couldn't hold it in any longer, but Dumbledore grasped his arm and shook his head.

ten minutes later.

"We're finally here!" Dumbledore cheered, his back teeth almost broken.

It sounds like a sense of relief.

Aberforth also wiped his moist eyes.

Now, what the four of them saw in front of them was a huge monster.

It was much larger than a broomstick - or a hundred broomsticks - and it was speeding across the blue sky towards the castle, gradually growing larger.

It swept over the treetops of the forbidden forest, bringing gusts of wind.

"Not a carriage?" Ariana, who had already read "The Goblet of Fire", was very disappointed.

What they saw was indeed a pink and blue behemoth - a highly saturated color that looked like a castle made of candy.

It was completely inconsistent with fluid mechanics and had no visible power support. It flew straight in front of them and landed on the lawn.

At this moment, the castle gate was facing them, with a coat of arms (two golden crossed wands, each with three stars emerging from it) printed on it.

"Of course not Pegasus." Dumbledore smiled, and a charming dimple appeared on his tight and seamless skin.

He pushed Bajir away "without a trace".

"Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons, has thought of using a carriage. But the divine horse reeks of alcohol. Oh, it's a good thing that Nick didn't live for hundreds of years in vain."

"He created this when he was 450, for his daughter, who had just turned 17 at the time."

As he spoke, he had already pulled Angelina to the front door.

The door opens automatically.

The blue floor was as smooth as a mirror, and the pink magic runes formed a circle, glowing from time to time.

"This is the power source of the castle. It is also a teleportation array, connecting the castle and home."

"His daughter loves traveling. This large alchemy tool that can be moved and allows Nick and his family to visit their daughter at any time naturally became their coming-of-age gift for their daughter."

"What's that?" Angelina pointed to the ceiling.

Hanging upside down are cute winged cats. They are colorful and include all kinds of cats except hairless cats.

The crystal clear bat wings that seem to have glitter added to them make them even more cute.

Dumbledore replied, "They are not living things. They are alchemical puppets. When it gets dark, they come down, flutter their wings, and bring light to the castle."

"This is a very thoughtful design because Oliveira (Nick's daughter) loves cats the most."

He pointed to the pink and white staircase. "And this ladder. All you have to do is stand on it and it will pull you up."

"Now Muggles have invented it, it's called an elevator. But it was hard to imagine at the time."

"There are still rooms, but unfortunately, I can't show you yet."

"There are seven rooms in this castle."

"Once you enter, you will see another world. Endless grasslands, beaches and seas, lush forests, dark and deep caves, paths paved with fiery red maple leaves, and mountains covered in silver."

Ariana's eyes seemed to glow as Dumbledore introduced her.

Aberforth frowned. "What do you mean we can't take her to see it first? Is Nick Flamel so stingy? Can't we go upstairs and take a look on the way to France?"

Dumbledore smiled with satisfaction, as if his itch had been tickled.

"No, we are not traveling to France in this castle."

“We just use it.”

"Yes, it's just as you thought. We will go directly to Beauxbatons through this teleportation array."

Aberforth, "What about this castle?"

Dumbledore took Ariana's hand and spun her around, "It's a gift from Ariana!"

"From now on, it belongs to you, Ariana!"

Aberforth's smile froze, and a gong started beating in his heart. "Damn it! What can I give Ariana if you're like this? What else can I give that can compare to this!"

He really wanted to travel back in time to one minute ago and strangle himself for asking the question.

(End of this chapter)

Let's post it together tomorrow during the day.

Let's post it together tomorrow during the day.

As the title says, good night.

Don’t stay up late. I used to develop neurodermatitis from staying up late.

Staying up late is harmful to the liver.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 132: The Guide Fleur Delacour

The chat group is now extremely lively, as if a firecracker has been thrown into a gunpowder barrel.

Bagir didn't say anything just now. He was broadcasting everything in the castle live.

In other words, not only Aberforth, who was racking his brains to think of a gift for his sister, but everyone else also saw Dumbledore holding Ariana's hand and saying that he would give her the castle.

Then he looked at Aberforth with a smug look, "Anna (nickname), are you satisfied with my little gift?"

Madison: "Is this Dumbledore?"

Beatrice: "How did his skin become so tight and smooth? Did he drink the elixir of life?"

The reason why she was so suspicious was because Bagir had put a batch of them on the shelves in the [Group Store].

She had drunk it before, and her skin condition had indeed improved after drinking it. It was useful for her who had the talent of [Radiance].

Sophie: "A castle of my own? It would be great if I were Ariana!"

She dreams of becoming a real princess and really wants to go to Bajir's world the next second.

Bella: "Is this the power of magic?"

She was a little depressed. Because she was worried about vampires, she didn't accumulate badges to exchange for gold cards.

Instead, he directly exchanged for 10 Mist Cards.

The result was three spells: [Misty], [Clear Water Like a Spring], and [Fluorescent Light].

The only purple card is summoning the Niffler.

Good enough for magic tricks, but for vampires?

Or they are the most powerful type among all group members in the world.

Zoe: “Oh.”

She was the only one who didn't care about it and was just briefly surprised.

Ariana: "After Bajir helps me check the castle, everyone is welcome to come and play."

Baqir did not bubble.

Conversations are also fleeting.

Dumbledore didn't give them much time.

Aberforth's face twisted again, Dumbledore's eyes dropped to the ground, and Bagel held Ariana's hand again.

After the four of them stood on the light blue floor, which looked like plastic but had a texture close to marble, pink light enveloped the entire hall.

The world was spinning, everything was pink before their eyes, and a second later, they were in an unfamiliar mountain range.

Dumbledore said, "Welcome to the Pyrenees. Here are glaciers, snow, green mountains, and hot springs everywhere."

Aberforth frowned. "I know that Beauxbatons Castle is a beautiful French palace located in the Pyrenees Mountains, surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains built using magic. It has stood there for more than 700 years."

"But why didn't I see any traces? Also, according to your previous introduction, we should go directly to Nick Flamel's house."

He didn't want his sister's delicate feet to be callused by the steep mountain road, nor did he want the Granger kid to take this opportunity to carry her on his back.