A day at Hogwarts

The Potions classroom was still gloomy, even when there were guests.

Harry and Ron were mixing a potion to treat nail rot. Like all the students in the classroom, they were a little absent-minded.

Snape was the same. The news about Voldemort's life was a big blow to him, and he hadn't recovered for several days.

But Harry and the others were different from him, because the first game of the Triwizard Tournament would start tomorrow.

After waiting for the get out of class to end, the students hurried out.

"Potter." Daphne, Pansy and several Slytherin students came to Harry, "Are you free? We want to ask you a question."

Harry didn't like Slytherin students because of Malfoy, but today they seemed to be well prepared and didn't bring their ponies.

"What's the matter?" Harry felt that they had no ill intentions.

This was not the place to talk. The Slytherin students took him to the end of a corridor in the basement.

There was no one else here, and someone asked Harry: "Potter, did you hear the voice of the 'visitor from the sea' that day really sound like Charles Smith's voice?"

The discussion that night was leaked to the reporter of the Daily Prophet through a communication notebook by someone. The newspaper said that Harry had mistaken the voice for Charles singing.

Harry was hit on the head by a 460mm long wand because of this.

He didn't expect that the students of Slytherin would care about this issue, and said: "Yes, it is a bit similar. Do you suspect that Charles is related to him?"

Several students of Slytherin looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Harry realized that something was wrong, so he asked: "What do you mean?"

The students of Slytherin did not answer, but dispersed in a hurry, and ran away in the blink of an eye.

At dinner, Harry wanted to talk to Charles about this, but gave up when he saw Charles' murderous eyes.

He was thinking that if he and Charles had not been neighbors for so many years, he might have been tied with stones and sunk to the bottom of the lake.

That night, everyone in the castle was discussing tomorrow's game.

Charles came to the greenhouse alone to check a wounded flapping shrub.

The flapping shrub blooms butterfly-like flowers once every hundred years, flapping its wings constantly and emitting a pleasant aroma, like a love potion.

In this Muggle fertilizer experiment, there was a flapping shrub donated by an alumnus. The student who took care of it put too much fertilizer because of carelessness, and it went wrong.

The butterfly-like flowers it bloomed flapped their arms very powerfully, and flew up with the flower pot, and finally landed in the mouth of the biting cabbage.

Fortunately, the flapping shrub was rescued in time and was not bitten off, so it could still be rescued.

Charles wrapped the part of the flapping shrub that had not been bitten off tightly with gauze. Professor Sprout provided a potion for plant treatment, which could promote the healing of the broken part after soaking the gauze.

It's just that the state of this flapping shrub is a bit strange now, and it is not sure what will happen after using the potion. It can only be diluted and used in small amounts multiple times.

The greenhouse is very quiet tonight, even the plants that are usually active have quieted down.

Charles checked the bandage of the flapping shrub and found that it was not displaced. Then he used a rubber-tipped dropper to absorb the medicine and dripped it on the gauze.

The flowers of the shrub were shaking gently, like butterflies about to fly.

There was a fragrance all around, which reminded him of many things.

"Why are you here?"

Charles was a little surprised when Furong came to the greenhouse.

"I came out for a walk." Furong said softly, "I'm a little nervous."

Charles didn't expect her to say she was nervous, and he didn't have any good way to relieve his nervousness. He took out a bottle of happy water and handed it to her, saying, "Just drink a bottle."

Furong shook her head and said, "Drinking beverages at night will make you fat."

"I'll just sit here for a while."

Charles nodded and waved to call a chair for her to sit down.

Furong sat quietly on the chair, one hand on the table to support her chin, watching Charles apply medicine to the flapping shrub.

At this moment, a conspiracy against Charles was brewing.

"Charles knows that kind of magic power?!"

Voldemort looked at the undercover who escaped from Hogwarts excitedly, but he didn't expect that he brought back a great news.

The undercover said: "My master, Smith asked me to tell you not to touch that kind of power.

"He also said... that you are not qualified to touch it."

Lucius Malfoy and other Death Eaters became nervous. Someone dared to despise the Dark Lord and angered the master. Wouldn't he cast a few Cruciatus Curses to vent his anger?

However, Voldemort was immersed in the news that he finally got that kind of magic power, and had no time to care about Charles' contempt for him.

Voldemort murmured: "Charles really knows. "

He recalled a dream from a long time ago. In a courtyard, after a rainbow of light, Charles stood opposite him, and between them was a wand suspended in the air.

The dream lasted only a short moment, but it was enough to recognize the wand.

The guardian wand, Voldemort saw this name in a diary that had been passed down in the Gaunt family for many years.

The diary said that it was related to some powerful magical power.

However, the diary was not well kept, and the contents at the back were eaten by termites, and there was no back.

Powerful wizards always leave traces. Although he erased his direct information, he could still draw many side clues from the sharp decline in the number of wizards in the whole of Britain, the sudden disappearance of the once prosperous Fire Ash Snake Party, the complete disappearance of the poaching industry, and the transformation of Beast Studies into a magical animal protection course, and the sudden obedience of the goblins in Gringotts.

Voldemort thought to himself that as long as he could get this power, restore his body, and then possess and master the power, he would definitely be able to defeat the power in Harry Potter that made him fail!

Now the key to finding this magical power is in Charles' hands. The next key is how to make him speak.

"Charles... has a grandfather?" Voldemort asked.

Lucius immediately replied: "Yes, Master."

"Charles Smith was adopted by his grandfather Jack Smith since he was a baby. Jack Smith is the Muggle who spoke nonsense in the Three Broomsticks in the summer."

Voldemort said: "Go and capture him, don't let him get hurt."

Lucius immediately understood that the Dark Lord was using the same old trick again, kidnapping old Smith and forcing young Smith to tell him the whereabouts of the magical power.

He said, "Master, I'll do it right away."

The undercover agent who came back at this time said, "I brought back Charles Charles' hair. I can use the Polyjuice Potion to become his appearance to deceive the Aurors."

Lucius was overjoyed. It was one thing to pat his chest in front of the leader, and it was another thing to confront the Ministry of Magic. If he could become Charles' appearance and get close to the target, it would be much more convenient.

The Polyjuice Potion and hair were quickly prepared.

Lucius took a deep breath and drank it down.

"Meow?"