A day at Hogwarts

"What the hell?"

"Peeves isn't as clever as you!"

Jack looked at Charles angrily, not expecting this kid to be so capable of causing trouble.

Charles sighed sadly and continued eating his breakfast.

Who would have thought that he would actually take it seriously when he told Voldemort that he was in the first grade.

Charles didn't know that Voldemort didn't believe all the nonsense about his one hundred and three thousand magic books at first, but Hogwarts got a large number of alchemy books from Nico Flamel, and then Voldemort believed it.

"You don't have to give in too much," Charles said to Jack. "I'm still a little scared now. I'm afraid that you will capture Voldemort and mate with Bellatrix to continue the bloodline of the Gaunt family and leave the child to me to raise."

He understood now that the old man had knocked out a Death Eater in Azkaban, and then had his own affairs with Voldemort for two days.

Jay shook his head and said: "Now that Voldemort's body is a snake's body, who knows what will happen."

"By the way, let me ask you something."

"In your memory, Voldemort was resurrected using Harry's blood. Could it be that he carries Harry's genes?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, then said thoughtfully: "It's possible, hey, it would be fun if Voldemort's eyes were the same as Harry's."

If Snape saw Voldemort with eyes like Lily's, the sight would be too beautiful to imagine.

Jack thought it was very interesting. No one could stop Voldemort's resurrection, not even Dumbledore.

"By the way." He said to Charles again, "The mark on the hands of their Death Eaters is quite interesting. Grindelwald and I studied for a long time before successfully copying it. Do you want one?"

Charles shook his head and said: "Forget it, you should give it to Harry or Dumbledore."

Harry and Dumbledore rolled up their left sleeves in front of Snape to reveal the Dark Mark. The image was exciting to think about.

If it were Penny, it would be even more exciting.

Charles asked again: "How to remove that mark?"

He was a little curious, why didn't those Death Eaters who escaped punishment remove that symbol?

Jack replied: "It is not easy to eliminate. It has countermeasures. Eliminating it through ordinary methods will cause great pain and irreparable harm to the owner."

Charles heard something and asked: "What about the unusual method?"

Jack replied: "Eliminate before the counterattack takes effect."

Charles nodded thoughtfully.

After breakfast, Jack really had to go to Shunde. Before leaving, Charles gave him a stack of envelopes and asked the old man to stop by and chat with the future bosses, promising that he could invest a sum of money when they wanted to start a business in the future. .

Jack understood that he was building a wide network of contacts to lay the foundation for the future.

Not long after Charles returned to Fallbottom Castle, August Rookwood came directly to the door.

In the reception room, the Shanghainese figure brought steaming coffee, and Rookwood drank more than half of it in one go. He felt much warmer and more energetic.

Charles saw that his face was thin and he was not in good spirits. It seemed that he had not eaten well in the past few days.

"Let's have some cake first." Charles asked the Shanghai Doll to bring a plate of small cakes.

Rookwood ignored his image and swept away the cake on the plate in the blink of an eye. The cake was extremely delicious and the best thing he had ever eaten in his life.

The corners of his eyes gradually became moist. When he was young, he was also the number one person at Hogwarts. He was praised by Dumbledore several times, and he became a silent man in the Ministry of Magic with perfect scores on the Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination.

The Silent Men are senior professionals at the Ministry of Magic. Their research content is too confidential to be shown, and the Time Turner is one of their achievements.

The income and status of this job are very high. I was a respected wizard and lived a happy life back then. How could I suddenly end up suffering in Azkaban, being looked down upon by my peers when I came out, and finally being beaten by my master? How about arranging a death mission?

When it comes to playing with people's hearts, Grindelwald is among the top few.

No need to use coercion or inducement, just attack the softest place in your heart.

"Have a drink, don't choke." Charles opened a bottle of happy water and placed it in front of Lukewood.

The cake was a bit dry, and Rookwood choked a little while eating it, so he drank up the happy water in one go.

"belch……"

Rookwood burped and his face turned slightly red.

Charles asked the Shanghai Doll to take away the empty plates and bottles, refilled the coffee, and then started talking about business.

He asked Rookwood: "Mr. Rookwood, what brings you to my place?"

Rookwood replied: "I heard that Mr. Smith has opened a company and would like to find a position here."

Charles pondered for a moment.

The fact that Luke Wood can serve as the Silent Man in the Ministry of Magic shows that he has a very high level of magic, and there is a current shortage of high-end talents.

Moreover, Charles has to study at Hogwarts and be busy with other things in the past few years. It will be much more convenient to have a British wizard to assist him in the company.

From these two points of view, Luke Wood fully meets the entry requirements.

However, there is still a problem to be solved.

Charles said to him sincerely: "Mr. Lukewood, I am very happy that you can join our Phoenix Logistics Company, but there is an issue that I need to make clear to you first. Please think carefully before making a decision."

Rookwood thought that the main event was coming, and prepared himself mentally.

Charles continued, "There will be former house-elves and Squibs among our company's employees. Can you accept them as colleagues?"

Rookwood blinked, as if he had heard something incredible, even more incredible than Peeves becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He became a Death Eater because he believed that wizards were the most noble. In his eyes, Muggles and house-elves were inferior.

But so what? Now there is no place for him outside. There is no need to think about working in the Ministry of Magic. If he leaves here, he will only become a thief and robber, not to mention that he does not know what means the Dark Lord will use to punish him.

"I think..." Rookwood gritted his teeth, "No problem."

Compared with being tortured and losing his life, working with house-elves and Squibs is not a big problem.

Charles stretched out his hand, and Rookwood shook hands with him subconsciously.

Rookwood suddenly thought of something. He seemed to have never asked a single word about his origins.

At this time, Charles smiled and said, "Mr. Rookwood, have you ever thought about cutting off your past self and welcoming a new life?"

Rookwood was startled and felt cold all over. He felt that he had no secrets in front of the young man in front of him.

Charles continued, "I can help you find a Muggle plastic surgeon to cut off some of the bones on your face to change your face shape so that others can't recognize you. As long as you don't drink the potion that grows bones back, you will never change back."

"By then, there will be no more Death Eater August Rookwood. You can choose a new identity, such as Chris Hemsworth from Australia."

The reception room was suddenly silent, and Rookwood's heavy breathing sounded after a while.

Rookwood was different from other Death Eaters. He was undercover in the Ministry of Magic at the time. In order not to be discovered, he did not have the Dark Mark on his hand.

If Igor Karkaroff, now the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Magic, hadn't given him out in order to escape punishment, no one would know that he had helped Voldemort collect intelligence from the Ministry of Magic.

As long as he changed his appearance, Voldemort really couldn't find him.

Half an hour later, Charles took Rookwood to a house four streets away from 3 Privet Drive. The owner of this house came to a private plastic surgery hospital.

Not long after the owner invited the guests in, a voice came from the living room.

"You need to register to do major plastic surgery for guests."

Charles put a stack of pounds on the coffee table.

"It's Christmas vacation now."

Charles put another stack of pounds.

"Plastic surgery is not something I can do alone. We are a team. In addition to me, there are nurses, anesthesiologists..."

Every time a person is mentioned, there is an extra stack of pounds on the coffee table.