Basil knew that [Killing Intent] was a combination of will and magic power, a type of magic power most suitable for the [Killing Curse].
It had a limit. A wizard's innate capacity determined how much [Killing Intent] they could hold.
The [Killing Curse] was merely an accelerator to reach that capacity faster.
A normal wizard, through their own practice and aging, would also eventually touch the limit of their capacity.
After that, unless there was a magical transformation or a spiritual breakthrough, this limit wouldn't budge.
But even then, there was still a limit.
Grand Wizards, however, had no limits.
Because their magic power had materialized, no longer restricted by the limits of body and mind.
It would grow slowly and continuously with age.
It could be said that the only thing limiting a Grand Wizard was their lifespan.
When Basil learned this from Riddle, he was quite worried at first.
"Voldemort is also a Grand Wizard, and he doesn't shy away from using the Killing Curse. If he has no limits, wouldn't he become invincible just by killing people?"
Riddle denied this. "A Grand Wizard's magic power is born from their truest Self. The 'Intent' brought by the Killing Curse cannot combine with their magic power and degrades into [Killing Intent]."
Basil's previous [Killing Intent] was 74.4.
After killing that priest, it was 75.4.
In the card data, a "Player Unit" referred to a wizard. "Gaining" 1 point of [Killing Intent] for killing a Player Unit meant killing a Muggle and a wizard were equivalent.
In that case, based on Slytherin's data—that Dark Wizards stopped receiving feedback after killing a certain number of people with the Killing Curse, without needing to distinguish between wizards and Muggles...
The conclusion was easy to draw: The upper limit for a Dark Wizard's capacity for [Killing Intent] was roughly 7 to 13.
But Basil, because of [Heart of Killing], could hold unlimited [Killing Intent].
"Looking at it this way, I really count as a Grand Wizard now. With the [Heart of Killing] talent."
Basil couldn't help but think.
Just then, Hermione walked over. "Basil, we should go. Why were you in the bathroom for so long?"
"I just went to kill a bad guy," Basil joked, telling the truth.
Hermione rolled her eyes; she didn't believe a word of it.
"The Quidditch match starts in an hour. We need to grab seats early."
"Let's find somewhere secluded," Hermione looked at Basil's profile, "especially since you're so popular right now."
"Yeah." Basil sighed.
This kind of happiness would be better left for when he was an adult.
It was too early now.
If he didn't have full map vision and the ability to teleport instantly...
He feared his innocence would have been lost long ago.
These upper-year girls and boys at Hogwarts were too wild.
Love Potions were just small potatoes.
There were all sorts of obscure, defenseless Confundus Charms.
And those trying every means to collect his hair, skin flakes, and nails to use Polyjuice Potion for live-action 1:1 cosplay.
So recently, in his eyes, a little girl like Hermione who didn't understand the birds and the bees yet seemed much cuter.
At least they only wanted to kiss, hug, and hold hands with Basil.
"Excuse me, excuse me." Hermione led the way, weaving through the crowd. "Ron is waving at us; he saved seats. In the corner, first row."
"Let's hurry, I've been spotted," Basil said helplessly.
He was trying his best not to teleport and vanish on the spot.
Ignoring the burning gazes that followed his arrival.
And those ridiculous whispers.
"Ah, what should I do? I've fallen for a Gryffindor!"
"Father, I must confess, your son cannot continue the family line!"
"I need to get his hair!"
Fortunately, King Arthur's regal bearing and young Voldemort's leadership aura, while attracting people, also made them afraid to offend him.
Otherwise, he couldn't guarantee that his clothes would remain intact by the time he reached the front row of the stands.
"You're finally here!" Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "A big Hufflepuff guy tried to sit here just now. It took a lot of effort to chase him away. I saved these specifically for you."
"After all..." Ron looked at Basil. "You've gotten better looking again recently. Did you really not invent some epoch-making Beauty Potion and use it on yourself? I mean, your potions are so good. And you have channels to get Unicorn tail hair (an important ingredient for Beauty Potions). And you're often missing lately."
"You can say it, but don't spread rumors," Basil said grumpily.
The current Ron, if he wanted to, could spread an absurd rumor throughout the school overnight.
Basil wondered if letting Ron discover his talent for gossip media was a mistake.
But he didn't dwell on it.
To get to the corner, they had to bypass some students in the front row.
"Neville, make way, excuse me. And you, Seamus, put down your wand, I'm scared. Dean, I don't like football, no need to explain it to me anymore."
Finally, he sat in the innermost seat, with Hermione beside him and the wall behind him.
"This spot is indeed nice."
Ron nodded. "Of course. We can enjoy Harry's match properly in a bit."
He narrowed his eyes, looking at the green crowd on the other side of the stands.
"Malfoy will realize after watching this that hard work can't beat genius."
"I actually think this match won't be much of a show." Basil shrugged. "Not that I'm underestimating the Hufflepuff team. But given their performance, Harry will probably end the match very quickly."
He glanced wistfully at the sandy-yellow crowd, at a boy who was about thirty percent as handsome as him—Cedric Diggory.
This Hufflepuff third-year student, who enrolled the same year as the Weasley twins.
He wasn't currently a member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
Although he flew very well, it wasn't until Harry's fourth year (Cedric's sixth) that he became a member of the team, Hufflepuff's Seeker and Captain.
Basil had observed characters with significant roles in the original work.
Like Cho Chang, currently a second-year Ravenclaw; he had watched her several times.
Diggory was no exception; Basil had seen him a few times in flying class and on the pitch.
It could be said that Diggory's skill level was far higher than Hufflepuff's current Seeker.
But the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had a style like a state-owned enterprise.
One carrot, one pit.
Until the previous carrot graduated and left the pit, the next carrot couldn't get in.
"What are you looking at?" Hermione's small hand waved in front of Basil's eyes.
"The match is about to start." Ron pointed to the pitch.
Both teams and Madam Hooch were already flying in mid-air on their brooms, just waiting for Madam Hooch's whistle to start the game.
The whistle blew, and Harry immediately flew high into the sky.
Circling the pitch like an eagle, looking for the Golden Snitch.
"Basil, you guessed right." Ron pointed at the Hufflepuff Seeker, Anderson.
He was flying around like a headless fly.
Commentator Lee Jordan even ignored him, constantly talking about how beautiful Angelina's flying posture was.
"No, I guessed wrong." Basil shook his head. "Not very quickly, but extremely quickly."
The Golden Snitch hovered by Anderson's ear, but he was following Lee Jordan's gaze, staring at Angelina.
Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, his hand sweeping past Anderson's ear.
The match was over.
The audience erupted in gasps and cheers.
Basil's right index finger suddenly pointed into the air.
"Unbelievable! In less than a minute, Hogwarts' youngest Seeker ended the match, right from under the nose of fourth-year Seeker Anderson!" Lee Jordan shouted.
The Hufflepuff team captain stared deathly at Anderson, then strode towards him after landing.
After a heated argument, the Hufflepuff captain walked towards the stands.
Diggory, who had his head down with eyes full of envy and disappointment, suddenly looked up.
The corners of Basil's mouth curled up slightly, and the number of Gems on his retina changed.
Gems: 45,773.451 (+3,000)