In the room, Charle closed his eyes, countless potion knowledge surging in his mind.
Using potions to revert the bloodline of magical creatures to their ancient forms was a topic that no potion master in the wizarding world dared to touch.
But now, in a short time, not only did Charle have a formed idea in his mind, but this idea itself was constantly sublimating, and its feasibility was increasing every second!
Until Deep Blue's prompt sounded.
"Four derivations of the Reversion Potion formula completed. Host has obtained the perfected Three-Headed Dog Reversion Potion formula."
"This formula completely uses potion ingredients from the recent ancient era onwards, replacing materials from the ancient and medieval eras, while significantly increasing the success rate of reversion for Three-Headed Dogs..."
"After drinking this potion, there is a high probability that the Three-Headed Dog's bloodline will revert, gaining the characteristics of Fluffy."
At this moment, Charle also suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with fervent excitement.
It's done!
The legendary Fluffy was an existence active at least at the boundary between the medieval and ancient eras.
The most powerful Fluffy even left its name among the gods of the ancient era.
This race was no less inferior to ancient dragons, and the boost it would bring to him was imaginable!
What was particularly important was that Fluffy lived in the legendary Underworld and was naturally skilled in death-related magic.
Its breath was instantly fatal, and its venom could pollute the land and even poison demigods in legendary epics. Perhaps the power of its magic was not as vast and boundless as that of ancient dragons, but in terms of lethality, it was completely not inferior.
Especially, it could bring Charle resistance to instant death magic and various negative magic, as well as super strong physical regeneration ability, which could take Charle's life-saving ability to the next level.
After taking a deep breath, Charle waved his wand and, through the Ministry of Magic's reimbursement agreement, purchased the potion ingredients he needed.
As for some extremely rare ingredients, he also sent a message to Lucius through the time-space mark he had left on him, asking the Malfoy Family to look for them in their noble collection.
After doing all this, Charle stretched lazily with a relaxed expression and walked towards the Hufflepuff common room.
In the common room, the aftermath of Charle's earlier bullying of Snape and standing up for Hufflepuff had finally dissipated, and the little badgers of all grades had returned to their normal study life.
Cedric Diggory was waving his wand in the common room, distributing plates of snacks made in the small kitchen to everyone present, while also occasionally encouraging the first-year little badgers who looked a bit troubled by their coursework.
"Keep it up, we Hufflepuff are the strongest."
"See Charle? He's the strongest first-year in Hogwarts history, and he's also a genius from our Hufflepuff."
"You can definitely do it too!"
While the young wizards were greatly encouraged, they were also excitedly discussing the flying lesson they had just finished.
"Did you get your broom up?"
"My broom was so disobedient, I almost lost my voice shouting and it still wouldn't get up."
"I only managed to ride the broom and fly for a little while near the end. Oh my goodness, it was so exciting, but the feeling was also so wonderful."
"I heard that over in Gryffindor, Harry Potter flew up as soon as he got on the broom, flying so well that the professor praised him and even made an exception to let him join the Quidditch team as a Seeker in his first year!"
"The pressure for this year's Quidditch Cup feels immense, but we have Cedric in Hufflepuff, so we definitely have hope."
"As for the House Cup, Charle added a full four hundred points for us, and all the points Snape deducted have been added back. We have more points than the other three houses combined, this year is the most hopeful year!"
"..."
Among the young wizards, Hannah was also lost in thought when she heard Charle's name mentioned from time to time.
She hadn't seen Charle for several days, and she heard that Charle had even gone to the Forbidden Forest. She wondered how he was doing now.
After coming back to her senses, Hannah shook her head, her pigtails swaying.
She bit her lip lightly and focused her attention on the essay in front of her, writing seriously.
Charle's gaze swept over everything in the common room, and a sense of realization dawned on him.
It turned out that he had been enrolled for over a week without realizing it, and flying lessons had already started.
Although in this life, due to his influence, Malfoy was still lying in bed and hadn't gotten into a fight with Harry during the flying lesson, it seemed that Dumbledore hadn't neglected the "training" of the Savior and still made an exception for Harry Potter to become the Seeker.
This plot from his previous life flashed through his mind, then quickly dissipated.
It was just child's play, what was the point of getting involved?
He had already seen this plot countless times in his previous life, did he need to see it again?
Charle took a step and walked out of the common room, maintaining his Disillusionment Charm, and walked towards the Restricted Section.
He didn't intend to interfere too much with the lives of the Hufflepuff little badgers.
He truly couldn't bring himself to blend in with a group of innocent and naive children.
Whether it was in terms of ability or ideas, they were not from the same world. It was better to maintain a good distance than to not get along.
Entering the library, Charle saw another familiar figure.
Hermione Granger was here, engrossed in reading several large books. Charle glanced at them and found that they were works on Transfiguration.
A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He remembered that in the plot he had seen in his previous life, Hermione's talent in Transfiguration was average. He hadn't expected her to be struggling with Transfiguration now?
Was it due to his influence?
That's right, after all, Charle is most famous for his Transfiguration among the people at Hogwarts, and Transfiguration is also a specialty of Gryffindor. It seems Hermione doesn't want to lose to him in this area.
Shaking his head, Charle gave a look like he was watching a child, and without disturbing Hermione, he walked straight towards the depths of the Restricted Section.
As usual, he continued to browse through the various large books in the Restricted Section, filling them into his Memory Palace.
Don't look at how impressive and smug Charle is in the Forbidden Forest now, but he understands that the reason he can kill indiscriminately, raise Dementors in Azkaban, kill Snape, easily kill Old Crabbe and Old Goyle, and even raise Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, is all because of his powerful strength.
Strength is everything. Once he becomes complacent, everything he possesses could backfire.
Those dark creatures and dark wizards are not easy to deal with.
Besides, he is probably already being watched by Dumbledore.
If he doesn't want to play that old man's childish games, not having enough strength is absolutely out of the question.
As a social animal who had struggled in society in his previous life, the idea that effort leads to reward, which students take for granted, was a kind of grace in Charle's eyes. Not seizing it would be an act against heaven.
He focused on flipping through those works, feeling his spirit constantly growing stronger as they were filled into his Memory Palace. He was so engrossed in this process that he almost forgot the passage of time.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that half a day had passed without him noticing.
The Ministry of Magic had sent back receipts for the potion ingredients he had ordered, stating that they would be delivered in two days.
Lucius also said that things were looking good and that he would be able to deliver them to Charle at Hogwarts in two days at the latest.
At the same time, Lucius also provided Charle with a piece of information.
Regarding Charle's request for him to search for information about the Necronomicon, Lucius said that he had asked Old Crabbe and Old Goyle, who had given him the parchment fragments back then, but both said they couldn't remember and would look into it later.
When Charle saw these messages, his expression was normal at first.
It wasn't until Lucius finally mentioned the matter of the Necronomicon that Charle's gaze suddenly fixed.
He immediately sent a mark to Lucius.
"Who did you say you asked?"
In Malfoy Manor, Lucius looked bewildered and confused, not knowing what he had said wrong.
He answered truthfully.
"Old Crabbe and Old Goyle..."
The next moment, in Hogwarts, Charle's expression suddenly darkened.
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle?
Charle had long ago cast mental magic on these two idiots, telling them to kill themselves after leaving Hogwarts.
With their pathetic mental strength, they hadn't even practiced Occlumency, so it was impossible for them to resist the mental magic Charle had cast.
Almost two days had passed, and they should have died long ago.
Where did Lucius get information about the Necronomicon from them?
Instantly, Charle strode out of the library and Apparated to Malfoy Manor in an empty corner outside Hogwarts Castle.
Lucius was still feeling uneasy at the moment, and then he heard a loud bang and saw Charle appear in front of him.
His eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
Wasn't Charle at Hogwarts?
Apparition is forbidden at Hogwarts!
Moreover, Malfoy Manor also had anti-Apparition magic cast on it. Even the former Snape could only Apparate outside the manor.
How did Charle get in?
Lucius felt a chill in his heart.
It seemed that the methods of Lord Charle Evans were even more shocking than he had imagined.
He quickly put on a respectful expression.
"Lord Charle, what is this?"
Charle's expression was cold.
"Tell me the details of your conversation with Old Crabbe and Old Goyle."
"Wasn't there anything unusual about these two?"
Lucius was stunned for a moment, not expecting Charle to be here for these two.
He said hesitantly.
"There was nothing unusual, they were exactly the same as I usually see them, Lord Charle, what's wrong?"
Charle sneered.
"Exactly the same?"
"Two people I killed appeared before you, and they were exactly the same as usual?"
"Heh, that's interesting."
Charle gripped his Mithril Wand and said faintly.
"Where are their mansions? Take me there."
Lucius gasped at the words.
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were killed by Charle?
When did this happen? Was it when he asked them to inform Charle to go to the Forbidden Forest, and Charle killed them?
Hiss, this little devil is too terrifying!
But then, cold sweat seeped from Lucius's back.
If that's the case, who were the two people he saw?
Knowing something was wrong, Lucius swallowed hard and quickly led Charle towards the mansions of Old Crabbe and Old Goyle.
Just like Crabbe and Goyle were close and almost inseparable.
The mansions of these two families were very close, neighbors right across the street.
At this moment, the mansions were brightly lit, looking no different, and laughter occasionally came from inside.
Lucius hesitated.
"Lord Charle, this, what's going on..."
Charle narrowed his eyes.
He couldn't see anything wrong with these two mansions with his naked eyes.
But with his current mental strength at the medieval level, he could still vaguely sense a strange and cold feeling.
Because of this, Charle didn't continue to step forward.
Without knowing the situation, he didn't want to put himself in danger.
Just then, the curtains of the two mansions were pulled open a crack.
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle, as if they had some kind of tacit understanding, both poked their heads out from behind the curtains, looking at Charle and Lucius outside the mansions, and showing enthusiastic smiles.
Lucius's scalp tingled.
He didn't know what was happening, but at this moment, an instinctive fear gripped him, making him almost unable to breathe.
Charle also narrowed his eyes.
The two of them pulled open the curtains almost simultaneously, and even sensed his arrival?
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle didn't have such insight.
A cold smile appeared on his face.
"Interesting."
Lucius asked tremblingly.
"Lord Charle, what should we do now? Should we go in and take a look?"
Charle gave him a speechless look.
"Are you an idiot?"
"You don't know anything about the situation, and you want to just go in and look?"
Lucius hesitated.
"If we don't go in and look, how will we know what's wrong with their house?"
Charle raised his wand, his gaze cold.
"I don't need to know what's wrong with them, I only know that their continued appearance in this world is a mistake."
"Since it's a mistake, just fix it."
The next moment, the Mithril wand erupted with light like the sun.
After a long time, Charle once again chanted the spell.
"Eternal Blazing Sun!"
A ball of light quickly flew out from the tip of the wand, then suddenly expanded, enveloping the two mansions and everyone inside, radiating light and heat like the sun.
Cast with Charle's current mental and magical strength, the Eternal Blazing Sun spell truly felt like the sun descending to the mortal world.
Burning everything, especially those dark things!
When the light and heat gradually dissipated, the two mansions had been razed to the ground, and nothing could be seen inside.
Seeing this terrifying scene, Lucius swallowed hard, and his eyes looking at Charle were filled with even more fear.
There were still servants and some unrelated people inside the mansions, and Charle just razed the two mansions to the ground with one spell?
This action was not enough to describe him as a cold-blooded killer!
His expression became more and more respectful, and when he left here and returned to Malfoy Manor, his legs were still trembling.
Charle also returned to Hogwarts, his expression cold, planning to continue reading in the Restricted Section.
But at this moment, a mocking laugh sounded in his ear.
Charle's brows instantly furrowed, and he gripped his Mithril Wand again.
That laugh sounded a little familiar.
"Dak?"
"Is that you?"
But there was no response to his questions.
A moment later, only Lucius sent a message filled with terror between the lines.
"Lord Charle!"
"Old Crabbe and Old Goyle, they sent me invitations, inviting you to attend their families' banquets..."
Charle was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly becoming serious.
The next moment, he Apparated again, taking Lucius to the outside of the two mansions.
The two mansions, which had just been razed to the ground by the Eternal Blazing Sun, now stood as if nothing had happened, still brightly lit as before.
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle pulled back the curtains again, smiling at Charle.
Across the window, they pointed to the two invitations in Lucius's hand, which stated that Charle and Lucius were invited to the banquet three days later.
The two seemed to be reminding Charle not to forget the time of the banquet.
Lucius was chilled to the bone at this moment, his heart filled with bitterness.
What kind of situation was this?
How did he end up encountering such a bizarre thing?
Charle, after a moment of silence, drew his Mithril Wand, his expression indifferent, and flicked his wand repeatedly.
"Eternal Blazing Sun - Triple Cast."
"Sun of No Light - Triple Cast."
Orbs of light, some dazzling and others invisible, flew out, unleashing terrifying magic and once again leveling the two mansions.
This time, Charle didn't stop even after reaching the location, still waving his wand as if to destroy the land beneath the two mansions as well.
After more than ten minutes, under the scorching heat of endless light, the land beneath the mansions was baked into glass. No creature could possibly survive under such conditions.
Charle then sneered, flicked his hand, burning the two invitations in Lucius's hand to ashes, and turned to leave.
But the next moment, Lucius, who had breathed a sigh of relief and was preparing to leave with Charle, suddenly stiffened, his voice trembling.
"Charle... Lord Charle..."
Charle turned around abruptly, and then saw the two mansions standing perfectly intact in the distance again.
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were still watching Charle and smiling from their original positions.
However, their smiles were now clearly tinged with mockery and malice.
They pointed to Lucius's hand, and the two invitations that had been burned to ashes reappeared.
Lucius was almost scared to death, feeling that what he held in his hand was not an invitation, but a death warrant.
Charle looked at Old Crabbe and Old Goyle, who were laughing, and suddenly he also smiled.
He slowly grinned, picked up the two invitations, and swallowed them little by little.
Gulp, Charle swallowed the two invitations, licked his lips, and looked at the two people inside the mansion.
"A banquet, is it?"
"Alright, I like banquets."
"It's just that my appetite is a bit big, so don't disappoint me. You'll have to prepare more food, otherwise I might even eat the hosts."
"You two love to laugh so much, I hope you can still laugh when the time comes."
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were stunned for a moment, then the curve of their mouths widened even further, letting out silent, wild laughter, as if mocking Charle's arrogance.
Charle didn't bother to pay attention to them anymore and turned to leave with Lucius.
Lucius's face was pale.
"Lord Charle, what was that thing?"
Charle shook his head, about to speak, but his steps suddenly halted.
In his ear, he heard the mocking laughter from Dak again.
The laughter was getting louder and louder.
"How is it, Charle, my friend? You've already begun to touch the ancient."
"I told you, the era of the Old Ones will eventually return, and you are the key that opens the door."
"Although I don't know what method you used to cause me so much trouble, it's useless, completely useless."
"The awakening of the Old Ones is irreversible. This is the end of all destiny. No matter how you try to stop it, it's futile, like a small stone stuck in a gear. Do you think you can stop the gears of destiny?"
"No, that will only create more and more distortions centered around you, more and more power, to crush you and make the gears turn again!"
"See? This is just the tip of the iceberg of ancient horrors. Running is useless. More and more things like this will happen, constantly surrounding you."
"Afraid? Scared? Useless, all useless. Ancient madness is your only destination!"
But at this moment, Charle also smiled, his eyes burning, revealing bottomless greed and fervor.
"Afraid?"
"Scared?"
"Dak, my old friend, why would I be afraid? I'm happy, so happy I could burst!"
"Food, it's all food, all nourishment!"
"I thought you'd hide in the dream R'lyeh and never come out again. I didn't expect such a good thing to happen, that something like this would actively contact me. Do you know how happy I am?"
"The feeling of tentacles wriggling in my mouth, then being bitten off and bursting with juice, the madness flowing down my throat, what kind of satisfaction that brings."
A fanatical expression appeared on Charle's face, even flushed with excitement.
"It's great, it's really great!"
"I thought I'd spend a boring time studying at Hogwarts, Dak. You guys really know how to entertain me!"
At this moment, Lucius, who was standing nearby, was so scared his legs turned to jelly.
He couldn't hear the insane words of Dak whispering in Charle's ear. From beginning to end, he could only see Charle muttering excitedly as if he were mad.
Just as Lucius was wondering if he should make a quick escape, Charle recovered from his ecstasy and glanced at Lucius.
Lucius was almost in tears.
If Charle had gone mad, he really wouldn't know what to do about this bizarre situation.
"Lord Charle, what should we do now?"
Charle said indifferently.
"What to do?"
"It doesn't matter to me. I can't die and I can't go mad. But you're in trouble for being dragged into this."
"Want to live with your sanity intact? Then quickly gather all the potion ingredients I need before the feast of those two ghosts begins."
Lucius nodded tremblingly.
Next, he vividly demonstrated the potential a person can unleash when facing a life-or-death crisis.
The Malfoy Family's connections and financial resources were fully mobilized. The next day, the rarest ingredients for the Reversion Potion arrived at Hogwarts along with the Ministry of Magic's cargo boxes.
Charle looked at the assembled potion ingredients, a hint of anticipation on his face.
"Reversion Potion, brewing begins."
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