A day at Hogwarts

Charles felt as if he had gotten into trouble. There should be existences different from his "memory" in this world, and the nonsense just now got to the point.

He immediately calmed down. At this time, he couldn't say that he didn't know. If Voldemort used Legilimency to "see" a large number of colleagues of himself and Lin Daiyu, he didn't know what would happen. If he "saw" the mess with Snape was even worse. big.

So Charles replied: "It's a group of Muggles who call themselves the 'Church of Necessary Evil'. They say they've been looking for a treasure with these magic books, and use this excuse to scam Muggles around."

Voldemort asked him, "Just Muggles?"

Charles immediately replied: "I only saw them once, and I didn't see them using a magic wand. They also said that they would go to places like the Pyramids, Easter Island, and Leifeng Pagoda to find clues."

What we need to do now is to muddy the water. If Voldemort has the ability, go to Leifeng Pagoda to make trouble, and see if the old man of the Xu family who sells drinks at a stall next to him will beat him until his nose is swollen.

After hearing this, Voldemort did not respond for a while, and then said after a long time: "These despicable and shameless thieves must have learned a little bit of information from a wizard, and they want to steal the precious wealth that belongs to the wizard!"

Charles asked him suspiciously: "Professor, is there really such a treasure?"

Voldemort's answer, however, was "I don't know."

After a while, he said again: "I heard that a hundred years ago, there was a goblin who tried to seize a certain power, but failed in the end."

"But this history has been erased, there is no clue, no one knows what kind of power it is, where it is, and whose hands it is now in."

Charles was very surprised to hear this, but he was not interested in this matter. Since people have the ability to block this matter so that even Voldemort can't find any clues, it means that there is an awesome character who doesn't want people to touch this thing. If I go to check it rashly, I might not be able to play on the computer when I go home.

Voldemort obviously didn't think Charles would know more, so he didn't ask any more, and continued pacing back and forth.

Charles also continued to copy the directory, and the office fell silent.

Voldemort glanced at Charles through Quirrell from time to time, and found him very serious, feeling quite satisfied.

After about ten minutes, Voldemort suddenly asked Charles: "I heard that you are looking for a spell that can explode?"

Charles raised his head, wondering how he knew it, but he didn't hide it, so he replied: "Yes, professor. I need some means to eliminate the acromantula in the Forbidden Forest, but my strength is not enough. "

Voldemort looked at him and said very sternly: "You will win a contest with one acromantara now, and you may win a contest with ten. But if you fight the entire acromantula group, you will not even have a corpse left." If you go down, you will be eaten up."

Charles was startled trembling, pretending.

"Then what should I do?" He asked pitifully, "I promised my friends that I would help them eliminate the acromantula."

Voldemort pointed to the books and said, "Find the answer yourself."

Charles was speechless.

The office was quiet again, save for the sound of pacing and the scraping of a quill on parchment.

But Voldemort seemed to have a lot of questions to ask, and this time he asked the one that made Charles very unhappy: "I heard you killed someone?"

Charles was taken aback, and replied a little unhappy: "Can I not answer this question?"

By saying that, he actually answered the question.

Voldemort was a little curious. He hadn't killed anyone when he was his age, but he was actually more powerful than himself. He was a talent.

"Can I know why?" Voldemort tried his best to soften his tone, like a close brother, but it seemed more like a threat to Charles' ears.

Charles pouted and replied, "It's nothing, I was involved in a kidnapping case, and in order to escape, I killed one of the kidnappers."

By the way, there are many rich and powerful children in his elementary school, the middle class like Hermione's family can only be regarded as ordinary, and there are many parents of county council members like Charles' old man.

During their spring outing in sixth grade this spring, the daughter of a big capitalist in the class was kidnapped. Charles was taken away by the kidnappers because he was playing with that classmate at the time.

At that time, the kidnappers relaxed their vigilance because the meat tickets were still children. When the other kidnappers went out to collect the ransom, only one person was left to guard.

The kidnapper who was guarding them was strangled by Charles with a shoelace noose while he was asleep, and then called the police from the phone in the house, and the police followed the phone line to find them.

This matter caused quite a stir within the relevant departments, and SAS was dispatched, but it was suppressed by the parents of both parties. Charles later refused to mention it, and even the neighbors in the neighborhood didn't know about it.

The classmate who was kidnapped changed schools without returning to school. The other students said that Charles killed the kidnapper and ran back by himself. After all, he signed up for boxing classes and his grades have always been very good.

So during the flying lesson during the day, Hermione had to hold Charles back, fearing that he would kill someone.

Voldemort asked him, "Were you afraid?"

Charles was taken aback for a moment, realizing that he hadn't thought about this question.

He stopped writing and recalled for a while, then shook his head and replied, "I'm not afraid, I didn't feel afraid at the time."

Voldemort asked him again: "What did you think the moment you knew he was dead, fear or joy?"

Charles frowned, and after thinking about it for a long time, he answered affirmatively: "There is no fear or joy, and my heart is very peaceful, just like... just like copying a few words just now."

His answer put Voldemort to death.

If Charles answers fear, Voldemort can lure him to seek more power, and if he answers joy, guide him to repeat this happy thing, in short, it is pulling into the pit of black magic.

As a result, there was no wave in Charles' mind about murder. Voldemort had never seen it in all these years.

Voldemort felt that he had to adjust his tactics, and then he didn't speak again until the time was up.

Charles ran out of the office and walked a long way before he dared to breathe a sigh of relief, reviewing what happened just now in his mind, and couldn't figure out why Voldemort would do that.

At this time, he felt a little irritable in his heart, and felt that his fate could not be grasped in his own hands. As he walked, when he regained his senses, he found that the door to respond to requests appeared in front of him.

Sighing, Charles walked into the Room of Requirement and saw that it was a boxing gym.

He picked up his boxing gloves, tried them on, and they were fine, then took off his robes and went to the side to hit a sandbag, as if the sandbag was Voldemort.

I don't know how long it has passed, but it was already very late when he was lying on the ground panting.

So he left the Room of Requirement, turned the Room of Requirement into a bathroom, took a hot shower, and had a late-night snack in the kitchen before returning to the Gryffindor common room.

When entering the door, the fat lady complained: "Don't young people need to sleep now?"

When Charles entered the common room, he was a little stunned by the scene in front of him.

There was nothing wrong with Hermione standing there in her pink dressing gown.

The problem was that she, like Harry, Ron, and Neville, was flushed, sweating, and panting, obviously from strenuous exercise.

The bigger problem, Hermione said angrily to the three: "Okay, if you don't object, I'm going to bed!"

Charles scratched his head, did something terrible happen to them just now?