After seeing Charle Evans's name appear on the Marauder's Map and enter the trapdoor at the end of the fourth-floor corridor, the Weasley Twins, who had already left, ran back desperately.
There wasn't enough time to call a professor now; only they could rescue Charle immediately.
"Hope it's not too late."
The Weasley Twins held Dungbombs in their hands.
This was a method they had come up with in a short time to deal with the Three-Headed Dog.
As everyone knows, a dog can't change its ways.
Perhaps throwing a Dungbomb would make the Three-Headed Dog change its appetite and spare Charle?
But when the two of them rushed into the trapdoor, wands in one hand and Dungbombs in the other, ready to rescue Charle, the scene before them made them freeze.
Charle was nowhere to be seen inside the trapdoor.
Their hearts immediately tightened, and they simultaneously thought of one possibility.
"Could Charle Evans have been eaten by the Three-Headed Dog?"
This thought made their faces turn pale.
But soon, they realized something was wrong.
If Charle had been eaten, there should at least be bloodstains and torn uniform fragments on the ground, but there was nothing.
Moreover, even the Three-Headed Dog had lost its previous ferocity; it looked wilted, huddled in the corner of the room, curled up, emitting a whimpering sound from its mouth and nose.
Looking at it, it seemed like it had been beaten and cried?!
Even when it saw the Weasley Twins, the Three-Headed Dog didn't think of pouncing; it seemed quite scared, its massive body shrinking even further.
This left the Weasley Twins completely bewildered.
What was going on?
In such a short time, the Three-Headed Dog had completely changed its temperament?
What terrible thing had it encountered?
The Weasley Twins exited the trapdoor and couldn't help but pull out the Marauder's Map again, wanting to see where Charle Evans's name appeared.
But when they reached out, they found that the Marauder's Map had vanished.
The Weasley Twins looked at each other.
"What's happening?!"
"The Marauder's Map was just in our pocket, how is it gone now?"
"This is absolutely insane!"
But before they could think further, the voice of the caretaker, Filch, came from the staircase.
"Got you!"
The Weasley Twins reflexively threw the Dungbombs and then took off running.
As they ran, they exchanged glances, and a thought arose in both their minds.
Charle Evans, this first-year student is definitely not simple!
...
Meanwhile, Charle, with the night's spoils, leisurely ascended the Hogwarts stairs.
The stairs were very cooperative this time, sending Charle floor by floor towards the Hufflepuff common room.
In Charle's hand, there was also a Marauder's Map, the very one he had taken from the Weasley Twins just now using the Disillusionment Charm.
Looking at the Marauder's Map, a strange look appeared in Charle's eyes.
This thing was quite impressive in the original story; it could not only show the names of Dumbledore and Voldemort but even Peter Pettigrew in his Animagus form.
It was truly incredible that something like this was created by James Potter and others.
This couldn't help but make Charle wonder.
If the technology of the Marauder's Map could be replicated elsewhere, or if it could be expanded, wouldn't it be possible to clearly detect all the movements of the enemy's personnel?
Why wasn't technology like the Marauder's Map seen being used in the battles between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters?
The only explanation was that the special nature of the Marauder's Map relied on Hogwarts.
James Potter and others must have used Hogwarts' own magic to create the Marauder's Map.
Only this could explain why the Marauder's Map could clearly display the movements of everyone in Hogwarts, because this thing was essentially borrowing Hogwarts' surveillance authority!
Charle tapped his wand on the Marauder's Map and spoke the oath from the original story.
Soon, names and the layout of Hogwarts appeared on the parchment.
Along with this scene, the deep blue prompt sounded in Charle's mind.
Host has obtained knowledge that can be deduced - Hogwarts Protective Magic (partial).
"The initial deduction requires one million deduction points. Proceed with the deduction?"
"Acquiring the legacies of the four Hogwarts founders will significantly reduce the required deduction points."
Hearing this prompt, Charle Evans's pupils slightly contracted.
He hadn't expected that his guess was actually correct; the Marauder's Map truly borrowed from Hogwarts Protective Magic.
He also hadn't expected that Hogwarts Protective Magic could even be deduced by the Deep Blue.
And just looking at the points required for the initial deduction, it was the most demanding among all the knowledge Charle had encountered so far!
But thinking about it, it wasn't strange.
This protective magic had enveloped Hogwarts for a thousand years, with very few instances of failure. Almost no external enemies could break through, earning Hogwarts the title of the safest place in the magical world. This was enough to prove the power of this magic.
How could the masterpiece of the four founders be undeservedly famous?
The protective magic likely contained the four individuals' vast and profound magical knowledge. Furthermore, over the past thousand years, generations of headmasters, professors, and outstanding wizards had continuously improved this protective magic.
Thoroughly understanding this protective magic meant mastering the essence of so many protective spells, allowing one to independently create a place comparable to Hogwarts!
Calling this the strongest protective magic in history wouldn't be an exaggeration!
If the required deduction points were low, that would be abnormal.
A thought even surfaced in Charle's mind.
Hogwarts Protective Magic needed to cover the entire school and still possessed such strong defensive power.
If its range were reduced, making its protective efficacy more concentrated, wouldn't the area covered by the protective magic be as solid as a rock?!
Thinking of this, Charle's eyes became fervent.
"Hogwarts, a thousand-year-old institution, has produced countless geniuses, as well as wizards like Dumbledore and Voldemort. It truly lives up to its reputation."
"There are so many secrets here."
"According to the Deep Blue, obtaining the legacies of the four founders can significantly reduce the points needed to deduce Hogwarts Protective Magic."
"However, in the original work, apart from Slytherin having the so-called 'Heir,' the other colleges don't seem to have similar claims. It seems they have been lost to history and need to be carefully searched for."
While Charle was contemplating, the stairs slowly stopped, bringing Charle to the entrance of the Hufflepuff common room.
Charle also reined in his thoughts and looked at the handle of the common room door.
The legacies of the four founders could wait; finding them wouldn't happen overnight.
However, after fighting the Three-Headed Dog and getting it neutered, he was a bit thirsty.
According to Cedric Diggory, there seemed to be self-serve magical vinegar here?
The next moment, Charle grabbed the handle and said with a troubled expression.
"Oh dear, what was the entrance password again? I forgot, my memory is terrible."
Then he casually knocked twice.
Immediately, magical vinegar with a strong vinegary smell sprayed out from the nozzles on either side of the door.
These nozzles seemed to have a targeting function, spraying the vinegar directly towards Charle's mouth.
Seeing this, Charle grinned.
"How thoughtful."
Immediately, he opened his mouth and gulped down the vinegar.
In his mind, the Deep Blue's prompt sounded.
"Deduction points +50..."
"Deduction points +50..."
By the time this wave of vinegar finished spraying, Charle's deduction points had increased by over a thousand.
This was already quite a significant amount, and moreover, according to Cedric, the magical vinegar that sprayed out later would be even more concentrated, even capable of spraying out the vinegar brewed by Hufflepuff himself.
Charle's eyes showed fervor and greed, and he casually knocked on the door knocker again.
Without stopping, a large amount of vinegar sprayed out again.
"Again!"
"Again!"
In the end, Charle didn't even bother pretending anymore, too lazy to knock on the door knocker. He directly addressed the door of the Hufflepuff common room.
"I'm a bad guy, I'm going into Hufflepuff to cause trouble."
"Quick, spray out all the magical vinegar from Hufflepuff's era, or I'll do bad things!"
Then Charle opened his mouth wide and stood directly in front of the spraying nozzles.
The next moment, magical vinegar, whose smell alone could make ordinary people feel sour, sprayed out.
Charle, however, grinned, revealing a look of wild laughter.
As expected of a magical product left from Hufflepuff's era, even if it was just magical vinegar, the magic contained within was extremely concentrated.
In a short time, Charle's mind was flooded with the continuous prompts from the Deep Blue.
"Deduction points +1000..."
"Deduction points +1000..."
By the time the magical vinegar stopped spraying, Charle's deduction points had soared by nearly a million in this short period!
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