A day at Hogwarts

Dumbledore didn't sleep well that night, and Snape couldn't sleep well. He looked listless when having breakfast the next day.

Charles ignored them, went to the greenhouse to have a look after breakfast, and then quietly disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

As soon as he entered the Forbidden Forest, two dementors followed him sneakily.

After making sure no one was around, Charles handed them a basket full of cookies with delicious potions in them.

The fisherman's dementor patted Charles on the shoulder and said: "Friend...thank you..."

The dementor leader also patted his shoulders a few times happily.

Before they parted, the leader of the dementors said to Charles: "Baby...if...you...are not sensible...you...beat...them..."

Charles was confused and asked, "What's going on?"

The leader of the dementors said: "A few... brats... want to... enter... the castle... I... scold... them..."

Charles somewhat understood that the rebellious dementors were disobedient and wanted to cause trouble.

Leave this matter alone, Seamo will take action when the time comes.

After saying goodbye to them, Charles rode on his broomstick and went to the centaurs tribe to deliver food for the event to everyone and get back the exchange products.

It is already autumn, and the Acromantulas are beginning to prepare for winter and need to be exterminated.

This time Charles wants to try his new toy.

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, several Acromantulas were eyeing a nest of pig monsters and were quietly approaching from a distance.

The dwarf pig monster has long legs, a stubby tail, and slit eyes. It looks like a stunted pig. It usually feeds on plant roots and small animals such as mice and lizards.

If there is a pig farm nearby, they will sneak into the pig pen, jump into the pen of the nursing sow and eat the sow's milk with the piglets, bringing serious infectious diseases at the same time.

Pig monsters move very quickly and are difficult to catch. To catch them, the Acromantula must form a circle and stick them with spider silk.

One of the largest Acromantulas has arrived more than 20 meters away from the pig monsters, but the pig monsters did not realize that the danger was coming.

This group of dwarf pig monsters were drinking water by the pond. One was eating a small lizard, and two wanted to roll in the pond.

Also unaware of the approaching danger was the Acromantula, as a shadow silently passed above and behind it.

A gash was opened in its fat belly instantly, the wound ignited with hot flames, and the smell of burnt meat suddenly filled the woods.

Wild animals have an innate fear of fire. The pig monster immediately screamed and ran away when it smelled the smell. The Acromantula in the nearby enclosure also ran away in a hurry.

Acromantulas have many legs, but they can't outrun a flying broomstick, and they have nowhere to hide under the magic glasses.

The shadow soon flew over the second Acromantula, and the sunlight shined through the branches on the saber, reflecting a chilling light.

The silver shadow passed by, and the ice spread rapidly from the Acromantula's wound. In the blink of an eye, the entire giant spider and the surrounding soil were frozen together.

Charles played "riding a broomstick and slashing", holding a saber fused with a wand and constantly traveling through the Forbidden Forest, harvesting the lives of Acromantulas.

He was a little unfamiliar at first, but after a few times, he seemed to have learned how to ride a bicycle, and he was particularly comfortable chopping up Acromantulas.

There is no need to swing hard, just put the saber in the right position, and the speed of the flying broom is enough to cut a large gash in the fragile spider's abdomen.

The last Acromantula escaped far away and kept making calls for help, hoping that its companions would come to save it.

Charles followed from a distance and came to their nest.

The Acromantula's nest is now smaller than before. It is surrounded by spider webs and branches are placed on top, trying to hide it from enemies in the air.

But the surrounding trees are still green, and the dead branches and leaves here are more conspicuous than before.

This lair is a bit small and it's not very convenient for rockets to lick the ground, so use magic.

The tornado burst out from the top of the wand with flames. The air at about 230 degrees Celsius would not ignite the surrounding trees, but wherever the scorching storm went, whether it was the Acromantula or their last batch of eggs this year, it seemed as if it had entered Air fryer, cooked quickly.

Charles's "air fryer curse" is still very effective. Even the Acromantula in the cave at the bottom of the nest cannot escape the fate of being five-year-old.

This nest is destroyed, and there will be another one.

In the past two years, Charles has been destroying the Acromantula's nest layer by layer like peeling an onion, causing their range of activities to move further and further away from Hogwarts Castle and the centaur tribe, migrating in a direction where they will not be attacked.

As a result, the front line is getting closer and closer to the lair of Aragog, the ancestor of the Acromantula, and will soon be within Charles' attack range. I wonder if he will "move the capital".

Now Charles doesn't want to kill all these ingredients. He just needs to drive them out of the centaurs' range and raise them in captivity at the other end of the Forbidden Forest.

By the afternoon, Charles had destroyed a nest with rockets, bringing the week's extermination to an end.

Suddenly, he felt as if someone was looking at him in the distance. He turned his head, but there was nothing, only the blue soundless bird flying by.

Charles adjusted his glasses, switched to a mode, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Ten minutes later, at Malfoy's mansion, Barty Crouch Jr. apparated back to the foyer and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His hair, originally light yellow, was now dyed black, like Blake's.

Lucius Malfoy saw his frightened look on the side and asked with a half-smile, "Almost kissed a dementor?"

Crouch ignored him and went straight to Voldemort's room to report on today's work.

Voldemort sat on a chair and looked at his most loyal subordinate expressionlessly.

Crouch lowered his head and said, "There are many more dementors around Hogwarts today than last week."

Voldemort asked: "Has it been discovered?"

Crouch wanted his black hair to appear around Hogwarts, making the Dementors and Aurors think it was Black. If there was a chance, it would be best to attack a lone person.

"It was discovered," Crouch said with a bad expression, "but it's not a Dementor or an Auror."

Voldemort asked seriously: "Is it Dumbledore?"

If it was Dumbledore who discovered the fake Black, then there would be a big problem.

"No," Crouch replied, "it's Charles Smith."

"He was...playing in the Forbidden Forest today, trying out the new spell he invented, and I was discovered by him."

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to hear this name.

Crouch continued: "I found him riding on a broomstick and slashing the Acromantulas with a knife. The wounds of the spiders struck by the knife would freeze, burn or explode."

"I could see he was very happy."

Voldemort thought of that night two years ago when Charles casually mentioned that he had killed someone, and concluded that his future was limitless.

Now, if I have nothing to do, I just go to the Forbidden Forest to kill Acromantulas. Is this going to happen in the future?

He asked Crouch: "What did he say to you?"

Crouch took a box out of his pocket and said, "He asked me to give this to you."

"I checked and there's no trace of magic on it, just a cake and a menu."

Voldemort said calmly: "Open it."

He was thinking, how did Charles know that Crouch was his subordinate? Could it be that Peter leaked the secret again?

The box was quickly opened, and the dessert inside was an ice cream cake - blue jelly wrapped around a white ice cream cake, and a menu.

Voldemort said to Crouch: "You can eat this cake."

Crouch immediately thanked the Dark Lord for the gift.

Voldemort took the menu and studied it. There were delicacies from all over the world, from taro pork belly to Argentinian rose meat rolls. After reading it, he felt a little hungry.

Voldemort's hard-boiled egg head is full of question marks. What is Charles going to do? Is he going to cut the ribbon on the opening day?