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Chapter 111 - Immunity to Instant Death, Strength Soars! I Haven't Even Arrived Yet, Why Are You Starting the Feast?!

Behind the trapdoor at the end of the fourth-floor corridor, Fluffy the three-headed dog lay lazily. Its former ferocity seemed to have been beaten out of it, replaced by the unique sense of relaxation of a resigned laborer.

These days, Charle came almost every day to perform a sterilization surgery on it.

Fluffy initially felt humiliated and angry, but later, sterilization was just sterilization.

Anyway, it couldn't beat Charle, that little monster, and its request to leave had been ruthlessly rejected by that old man Dumbledore.

What else could it do?

Since life was already this hard, it could only let its mindset relax.

So now, it was extremely cooperative with Charle. As soon as Charle came in, it would spread its hind legs, letting Charle finish quickly and leave, so it could suffer less.

However, this time, after the trapdoor creaked open again and Charle came in, Fluffy, which had already spread its hind legs, didn't feel the familiar sterilization sensation. It couldn't help but turn its head to look at Charle, its three pairs of eyes revealing a human-like confusion.

What was wrong with the little devil today?

Was the knife dull?

Then, Fluffy saw Charle holding up a tube of potion as red as blood.

Even through the glass bottle, Fluffy could smell a scent that made its bloodline stir.

A look of longing appeared in Fluffy's eyes.

If it weren't for Charle, whom it was already scared of to the bone, standing in front of it, it would have already pounced.

Charle was quite satisfied after seeing Fluffy's reaction.

Immediately after, he threw the Reversion Potion to Fluffy.

Fluffy instinctively opened its mouth and swallowed the Reversion Potion along with the test tube.

Its gaze towards Charle became even more confused, and its heart suddenly sank.

Why was the little devil suddenly so nice to it, even giving it a magic potion to drink?

This was bad!

This wouldn't be its last meal, would it? Starting today, not only would its little head be chopped off, but its dog head would be chopped off too?

Just as Fluffy was feeling terrified, suddenly, from its abdomen, an extreme heat swept through its entire body.

The three-headed dog's bloodline seemed to riot at this moment, surging through its veins at an unprecedented speed.

And after the initial heat, what spread along the veins was a chilling coldness from the netherworld.

Filth, extreme poison, and an aura filled with death began to spread and permeate within the three-headed dog's body.

Fluffy let out a muffled roar, and its body simultaneously underwent a strange transformation.

At the base of its neck, where the three heads originally grew, flesh was constantly wriggling, forming protrusions that looked like tumors.

Then, a new head, the same size as the original ones, squeezed through the tumors and emerged.

One, two...

In less than a moment, Fluffy went from having three heads to growing over twenty new ones.

On its massive body, dense heads occupied every corner of its neck and even its shoulders.

If anyone else were here, they would likely be scared unconscious by this sight, and their trypophobia would be triggered.

But a satisfied smile appeared on Charle's face.

"Reversion Potion, it really worked."

"Although it didn't turn Fluffy into a true Cerberus, the bloodline concentration seems to be much thicker than before."

The legendary Cerberus was said to have a full fifty heads!

Fluffy now had over twenty-five heads, which could be considered the closest existence to a Cerberus in this near-ancient era.

By taking its blood and with Deep Blue's deduction, Charle could also integrate the Cerberus into his Magical Animagus, gaining a second transformation.

If the Ancient Dragon brought surging power, then the Cerberus represented death and the netherworld!

However, at this moment, Fluffy's dozens of heads turned in unison, and its dense eyeballs all looked in Charle's direction, the brutal bestiality in its eyes beginning to revive again.

The three-headed dog's body, which was already tireless and thick-skinned, became even more terrifying after the reversion.

The mere increase in physical strength would allow Fluffy to easily tear apart its former self.

At the same time, it was no longer just brute force like before. As new heads grew, Fluffy discovered that its breath carried the aura of death.

It could spray venom with a single open mouth, and some heads could spray poisonous fire from the legendary hell.

All sorts of methods could be said to be instantly fatal upon contact.

Fluffy felt terrifyingly strong now!

What was Charle?

Let Dumbledore come, and it would definitely tie that old man Dumbledore here and have people sterilize him every day!

But before that, the anger it had suffered from Charle had to be settled, one by one!

Fluffy looked down at Charle, its eyes filled with cruelty and mockery.

Charle was startled for a moment, then a playful look appeared on his face.

"Interesting. You think you're back in business, huh? You even dare to look down on me?"

"Then I'll play with you."

The next moment, Charle waved his wand.

A platinum-gold, indescribable image of a demon god, surrounded by surging platinum-gold flames, appeared in the room.

The Only I Am The Honored God Spell combined with the Holy Kingdom Spell, after previously eliminating so many Dementors and now dozens of Acromantulas, coupled with Charle's repeated mental transformations, its power was no longer on the same level as before.

After Fluffy's reversion, the increasingly strong aura of death, filth, and the netherworld on its body was being completely suppressed by the Holy spells.

Although the suppression between holy and filthy is relative, powerful filth can also in turn defile the holy. However, even though Fluffy had the bloodline of a Cerberus, it was still unknown how far it was from the legendary Cerberus that guarded the gates of the underworld.

Trying to counter Charle's Holy magic was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree!

Fluffy was initially confused. Dozens of heads roared in unison, letting out low growls full of fighting spirit.

Anyone standing in front of a Cerberus, even a god, would be torn to shreds!

It charged towards the indescribable platinum-gold demon god.

The next moment, the holy tentacles extending from the platinum-gold demon god combined into an incredibly thick tentacle, which whipped Fluffy violently, as if whipping a top.

Fluffy was instantly sent spinning, twirling in place before collapsing.

When it reacted, letting out a humiliated low growl and preparing to get up from the ground to fight again, the Ancient Dragon body of the platinum-gold demon god extended its claws and pressed down hard.

Boom.

On the ground, dense, spiderweb-like cracks spread. Fluffy was directly driven into the ground as if being piledriven, its entire body sinking into the floor.

Ancient Dragons have always been known for their strength, their magic is violent, and their physical bodies are equally violent.

The Cerberus's physical body was indeed very strong, but compared to an Ancient Dragon in terms of strength, it was not enough, let alone a being like Fluffy, which had only partially reverted its bloodline. It was even less likely to compete with an Ancient Dragon in strength.

While Fluffy was still struggling to get out of the ground, the platinum-gold Ancient Dragon claws seemed to be playing a game of whack-a-mole.

Boom, boom, boom...

Continuous, violent impacts struck Fluffy's head repeatedly, until the eyes of Fluffy's dozens of heads became clear again, and it felt the fear of being dominated by Charle.

Fluffy let out whimpering sounds of surrender, as if saying it wouldn't dare again, that it was sober now.

This little wizard in front of it was too abnormal. Fluffy even felt that Dumbledore would be hammered into the ground like this before long.

It couldn't afford to provoke him. It was just a pitiful, weak, and helpless little dog weighing only a few tons. It really couldn't afford to provoke such a terrifying existence!

Then, the Ancient Dragon claw extended, like pulling up a green onion, and pulled Fluffy out of the floor, tearing off a large piece of flesh.

Charle waved his wand and collected a full bottle of Cerberus blood.

Then he looked Fluffy up and down.

Since its bloodline had already reverted, he believed the deduction points provided should be more than when it was just an ordinary three-headed dog, right?

Charle remembered that the magical recipes mentioned in the Hufflepuff kitchen didn't seem to have any recipes related to Cerberus.

It seemed this was an ingredient that the founder of Hufflepuff had never enjoyed back then. As a member of Hufflepuff, how could he miss out?

So Charle gave Fluffy another sterilization, obtaining the Cerberus's dog penis and testicles.

Along the way, he also picked off a few huge dog heads as if picking vegetables, then repaired the floor of the room, and left satisfied.

Fluffy watched Charle's departing figure, its eyes instantly dimming.

Before, he only took the dog penis and testicles, but now he's even taking the dog heads?

Angry, trembling, and cold. Why is he only targeting me, one dog?

Fluffy lay in the corner, extending its dog paw and clumsily practicing writing.

It decided to practice writing well and find an opportunity to write to the Ministry of Magic, asking them to quickly introduce laws to protect three-headed dogs.

"That despicable old bee Dumbledore is useless. We three-headed dogs must use the weapon of law to protect ourselves. If not, just put me in a zoo, okay? This is simply animal abuse here!"

...

Leaving aside Fluffy's full of resentment, Charle had already returned to his room with the three-headed dog blood and set up protective magic.

Seeing the large bottle of fresh blood in the glass bottle, Charle's eyes couldn't help but show excitement and anticipation.

After waiting for so long, the true Cerberus was finally about to reappear in the world!

The next moment, he uncorked the bottle and gulped down the three-headed dog blood, while simultaneously letting out a low shout in his mind.

"Deep Blue, analyze the three-headed dog bloodline magic for me!"

A moment later, as a full million deduction points were deducted, Deep Blue sent a mechanical prompt in Charle's mind.

"Detected that the host has obtained the three-headed dog bloodline. Analyzing three-headed dog magic..."

"The three-headed dog bloodline has shown signs of reversion, with a large amount of Cerberus magic appearing. Further analysis of magic in progress..."

"Analysis complete! Host has insight into the magical nature of the Fluffy!"

"Host, do you confirm using Fluffy as the second Magical Animagus transformation?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Charle decisively chose to agree.

Immediately, he felt another kind of magic, different from the Ancient Dragon but equally ancient and powerful, begin to flow in his bloodline.

It was as if ten thousand years of solid ice and the bottomless abyss were contained within this magic. Everything related to death, filth, coldness, poison, curses, and so on appeared in Charle's mind.

Deep Blue also sounded a series of prompts at this moment.

"Host has come into contact with high-level materials related to the death domain. The required points for deducing instant-death dark magic have significantly decreased!"

"Host has come into contact with high-level materials related to curses. The required points for curse-type dark magic have significantly decreased!"

"..."

"For all subsequent dark magic deductions by the Host, all deduction points for three deductions or less will be exempted, and the points starting from the fourth deduction will also be significantly reduced!"

Charle took a deep breath, and an uncontrollable look of ecstasy appeared in his eyes.

The Magical Animagus transformation hadn't even begun, but the Fluffy's magic had already given him an unexpected and huge surprise.

Directly exempting all deduction points required for three deductions or less in the dark magic domain?

This was arguably the most powerful reduction effect Charle had encountered so far!

But thinking about it, it made sense. The legendary Fluffy lived in the underworld.

In legends, the underworld was a place where negative emotions such as death, filth, coldness, and terror gathered.

Didn't this perfectly align with the elements of dark magic?

Acquiring the magic from the Fluffy was naturally an epic boost for dark magic!

However, at this moment, Charle's entire focus was still on the Fluffy's magic itself.

He let out a low, muffled growl.

"Magical Animagus - Fluffy transformation..."

"Begin!"

The next moment, Charle's body suddenly swelled up.

Brutal bestiality began to manifest on him, and at the same time, an aura of coldness, despair, death, and so on emerged.

The temperature in the room instantly dropped to freezing point, and everything seemed to be covered in a layer of frost.

The vibrant world seemed to turn black and white, filled with coldness and deathly silence!

And in such an environment, Charle not only didn't feel uncomfortable but instead felt like a fish in water, with a sense of comfort as if he had returned home.

His body continued to expand, and in a moment, he turned into a giant dog similar in size to Fluffy.

But unlike Fluffy, the Fluffy Charle transformed into exuded a more terrifying aura.

Fluffy's so-called brutality was simply a docile puppy compared to the feeling emanating from Charle.

At the same time, Charle's field of vision became incredibly wide, a complete three hundred and sixty-degree view.

He could even see dense heads growing on his neck, exactly fifty of them, a true Fluffy!

Although it was still far from the legendary Cerberus guarding the underworld, and might even be swallowed in one bite in front of it, in this near-ancient era, the Fluffy, like the Ancient Dragon, represented invincibility and death!

Charle opened his mouth, and three different types of breath attacks - venom, ice, and poisonous fire - instantly spewed out from the three most powerful heads, filled with magic representing death.

Charle had no doubt that in addition to the inherent poison, ice, and fire, the breath itself was enough to cause any life it touched to fall into death.

This was an instant-death magic comparable to the Killing Curse!

At the same time, the Fluffy, representing death and guarding the underworld, would naturally greatly reduce the impact of death magic on it.

This meant that in the Fluffy form, Charle was almost immune to all instant-death magic.

Killing Curse?

Basilisk's gaze?

All immune!

This was what Charle valued most!

After all, while the protective effect of the Ancient Dragon form's scales and skin was strong, it might not be able to withstand a powerful Killing Curse.

It would be fine if he encountered someone like Dumbledore who didn't use the Killing Curse, but if he encountered a peak Voldemort or Grindelwald, Charle wouldn't dare to gamble on whether his magic defense could withstand their Killing Curse.

But the Fluffy didn't have this worry; Voldemort's Killing Curse couldn't do anything to it!

Then, Charle canceled the Fluffy transformation and returned to his wizard form.

Even after returning from the Magical Animagus state, Charle's wizard form was also nourished by the Fluffy's magic.

His physical body's strength increased further under the influence of the Fluffy.

Now, his physical strength even far surpassed that of half-giants like Hagrid. Hidden beneath the appearance of a slender, handsome young man was a fierce magical creature, capable of wrestling with trolls!

Just relying on his physical body, Charle could make most wizards flee in terror!

As for his magical power in his wizard form, under the influence of Fluffy's ancient magic, it also reached the peak level of the near-ancient era.

Looking at the current era, even Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion with some goblin blood, is probably inferior to Charle in terms of magical power!

Apart from Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald, who can be called children of the era, no one in the past hundred years can compare with Charle.

At the same time, Charle's Only I Am The Honored God Spell reflects the changes in all his forms.

At this moment, beside the Ancient Dragon head on the platinum-gold indescribable demon god summoned by the Only I Am The Honored God Spell, fifty ferocious and huge dog heads also emerged!

The entire image of the demon god looked increasingly sacred and bizarre, and its strength soared even further than before.

The Fluffy transformation caused Charle's overall strength to undergo another qualitative change compared to before!

Deep Blue also sounded a prompt in Charle's mind at this time.

"Fluffy grows in the legendary underworld and feeds on filth, evil, and netherworld creatures."

"Eating those bizarre dead things in the Fluffy form can accelerate the growth of the Fluffy form."

Hearing this prompt, Charle licked his lips, and a greedy and fervent look suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Bizarre dead things..."

He seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his mouth widened more and more.

...

In Malfoy Manor, ever since he followed Charle to take the residences of Old Crabbe and Old Goyle and received the so-called banquet invitation, Lucius had been in a state of sleeplessness and distraction for the past few days.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see those two eerie and bizarre residences in front of him, with Old Crabbe and Old Goyle looking at him through the gaps in the curtains with sinister smiles.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"When did the wizarding world have such bizarre things?!"

Lucius's heart was filled with unease.

For several days, he had consulted countless ancient books and also asked many wizards who had made great achievements in exorcism, demon removal, or fighting dark creatures through his connections, but no one had ever heard of a similar situation.

Especially after seeing Lucius's sunken eyes and increasingly dark circles from staying up all night, and hearing Lucius's somewhat fragmented and fearful words, several wizards tactfully advised him to go to the psychiatric department of St. Mungo's Hospital, suspecting that there was something wrong with his mental state.

But Lucius knew that it wasn't a mental problem.

Those bizarre things were real!

Now, he could only place his hope on Charle.

With Charle's terrifying strength, perhaps he could deal with those bizarre evil things after these few days.

Sitting in the chair in his study, Lucius unconsciously felt his eyelids become quite heavy.

The fatigue from not sleeping for days struck, making him almost unable to resist closing his eyes.

But soon, in a semi-conscious state, Lucius heard the sound of knives and forks colliding in his ears, and it seemed that many people were walking around.

Especially a chilling feeling that made him shudder to the bone wrapped around him.

That cold and sticky feeling made Lucius instantly wake up, no matter how sleepy he was.

And when he saw everything in front of him, his face was filled with despair.

He had inexplicably left Malfoy Manor and was now sitting at a long dining table.

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle were staring at him with those bizarre smiles.

"The banquet has begun."

Lucius was covered in cold sweat and wanted to draw his wand, but found that his whole body was frozen, making it almost impossible to move.

Especially when he turned his head to look at the surrounding scene, his face was ashen, and he was almost engulfed in fear, despair, and madness.

The house was full of walking corpses.

The people who were originally in those residences were all dead!

Lucius even saw Crabbe and Goyle, who should have been at Hogwarts; they seemed to have been called back home and were now also corpses.

Crabbe's eyes were gone, but at this moment, he seemed unaware, opening his bloody and empty eye sockets to look at Lucius, and brought a plate to Lucius with aristocratic etiquette.

"Mr. Malfoy, this is your appetizer."

Lucius's expression was grim as he watched Crabbe uncover the plate.

On the plate was a dish of caviar.

Just as Lucius breathed a slight sigh of relief, the next moment, the "caviar" suddenly opened its eyes!

Lucius looked at those malicious eyes and only then realized that it was not caviar at all, but clearly the eyes dug out from these corpses!

Old Crabbe said sinisterly at this time.

"Mr. Malfoy, in order to entertain distinguished guests, we finally managed to gather so much caviar."

"I even specially wrote to my son to call him back from Hogwarts, but now, why is it only you?"

"Mr. Charle is still at Hogwarts and won't come out. It seems he doesn't plan to attend the banquet, which makes us so sad."

"He can't escape, he is destined not to escape, but now, I'm afraid we need another person to attend the banquet."

"Then let your child, the esteemed Draco Malfoy, come."

Lucius instantly struggled violently, his eyes filled with rage.

But no matter how he struggled, he couldn't pull out his wand.

The next second, Draco Malfoy walked in from outside the door with a bewildered look on his face, sitting down next to Lucius like a zombie.

It wasn't until then that his eyes gradually cleared.

Draco first saw Lucius.

"What happened?"

"Where am I? Wasn't I sleeping in my room?"

Immediately after, he saw the strange and terrifying scene around him.

Draco's face instantly turned as pale as a corpse, his pupils contracted like pinpricks, and terror overflowed.

Old Crabbe and Old Goyle both laughed.

"Now that the guests are all here, we can begin the feast."

Crabbe and Goyle stood beside the Malfoy father and son, extended their bloody hands, each grabbed a handful of "caviar," and slowly brought it towards the mouths of the Malfoy father and son.

The Malfoy father and son's eyes were filled with despair.

They knew with certainty what the outcome would be if they ate this caviar!

And just as those malicious eyeballs were about to be put into their mouths.

Boom!

The mansion's main door was directly kicked open by a huge force.

A "waiter" at the door was directly thrown against the wall by the immense force, his bones broken and muscles torn.

Charle's figure walked in.

Looking at the strange and terrifying scene in the mansion, Charle grinned.

"Begin the feast?"

"I haven't even arrived yet, what feast are you starting?!"

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