A day at Hogwarts

Flitwick: "Charles' Iron Armor Charm is a bit different."

Mag: "It should be to strengthen the defense against magic spells."

Sprout: "Nice improvement, did he do it?"

Dumbledore: "It should be Quirinus, he is giving Charles extra lessons recently."

McGonagall: "Quirinas has been very smart since he was a child. After he switched to teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts last semester, he just didn't adapt to it at first. Now he has become organized, and the feedback from the students has also improved. I want to let him in next semester. It's fine to carry on."

Snape (softly): "Hmm..."

Flitwick: "But it's crazy that he wants to get Death Eaters from Azkaban to demonstrate jinxes to the students!"

Dumbledore: "Charles is doing well, and now realizes his problem with casting spells."

The headmaster immediately diverted the topic from the dangerous direction, and the others turned their attention back to Charles in the oil painting.

At this time, Charles was chased by the flock of sheep. These sheep seemed to be quite docile just now, but they started to spit fireballs in the next second.

The fist-sized fireball doesn't seem to be very powerful, but it will blow up everything it touches, except teammates.

Charles immediately cast Voldemort's Magic Defense Iron Armor Curse on himself, blocking the first, second, and third fireballs, but he ran away when he saw the fireballs like tsunami waves rushing towards him.

However, those sheep ran not much slower than him, and had the ability to shoot on the move.

Charles didn't dare to run in a straight line, and avoided many fireballs. The fireballs that flew forward fell on the ground and instantly blew up the mud, leaving a pit of about half a meter. .

The wand waved again, and an invisible shield appeared. At this time, Charles realized that his casting time seemed a bit long, almost the same as the time when the shield was broken, and he had no time to fight back.

Moreover, he is still not very proficient in mastering this spell, and he is still far away from being able to cast spells without a stick, and he can't stop his hands at all.

He suddenly realized that his wand was too long, and he swung it in a relatively large range, and it took too much time to make it impossible for him to fight back.

Looking up at the sky, there is more than half of the golden sand in the upper half of the golden hourglass.

Going on like this is not an option, Charles tried to shorten the casting time, starting with reducing the swing of the wand.

"It seems that Charles has noticed it." Dumbledore looked very leisurely while holding the teacup, "I just don't know if it's too late."

The habit of casting spells is very difficult to change, and it takes a long time for ordinary wizards to change their habits.

Charles took a few deliberate attempts to find a little time.

"Casting spells silently?!" Mag looked surprised and delighted, "He really can bring surprises to people."

Charles seized a little time, turned around and confronted the flock of sheep behind him.

An invisible curse passed through a large flying fireball, and sheep in a large area flew into the sky with a "baa" sound, and the ground near Charles was also pitted by the fireball, and mud fell like raindrops.

After resisting this wave of attacks, he cast the Magic Defense Iron Armor Curse again. At this time, many sheep were still floating in the air, and the firepower of the flock had weakened considerably, which could withstand two rounds.

With a chance to counterattack, he used the Flying Curse to catch a sheep and was about to knock down a flock of sheep, but the sheep flew over with a "baa" and met his eyes, looking very pitiful.

Charles was a little soft-hearted, and was immediately blown away by the set fire.

Fortunately, he cast an ordinary Iron Armor Curse on himself in time, only rolling twice on the ground.

A big hole was blown out on the ground just now, and Charles rushed over and jumped into it to avoid a wave of attacks.

A blue flame erupted from the pit, forming a wall of fire around the pit, keeping the sheep from approaching and blocking sight, if they had one.

It was easy after he had a chance to breathe. Charles kept casting the Levitation Charm to make the sheep fly high, as long as he didn't spit fireballs at himself.

The hourglass in the sky finally leaked, and everything around me changed within a few breaths.

The grassland turned into a canyon 20 to 30 meters wide and 500 to 600 meters long, with steep rock walls on both sides and water at the bottom. What a strong raft.

Clearing the level this time is very simple, just go to the other side of the canyon. It's just that the canyons on both sides are very steep, and there is no foothold, so it is difficult to climb over.

Charles looked at the five or six-meter-long crocodiles in front of him and exhaled. They shouldn't be able to fly.

Outside, Flitwick shook his head and sighed, "The Flying Curse can still be used like this!"

Dumbledore said with a smile: "There are still many ways for young people."

I saw Charles cast a floating spell on the wooden raft under his feet, flew himself more than ten meters into the air, and then used the flying spell against the cliff to drag himself over.

Dumbledore said to the others: "It seems that Charles is lucky and has not encountered any difficult problems."

McGonagall has been very worried about Charles, shaking his head and said: "You can't be too optimistic, no one knows what will happen next, I'm afraid you will encounter the same terrible thing as Severus."

The others nodded in agreement.

Then Charles went through trials such as a large group of dark wizards dressed like dementors and several magical animals that he had never heard of or seen before, and suddenly heard a voice appearing in his mind: "Next What you have to challenge is the most fearful existence in your heart, and you can choose not to let people outside see it."

Charles thought for two seconds, and the live broadcast outside stopped, scaring Dumbledore and the others into jumping.

The lady in the oil painting smiled and said to them: "Don't worry, it's just a secret that Charles wants to keep in his heart."

The professors breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Snape together.

Now Snape's complexion has improved a little bit, but his spirit is still sluggish, and it may take a long time to recover.

At the same time, Charles was hugging his head tightly and curled up in a ball, the surroundings were pitch black, faint voices came from a distant place, although these voices could not be heard clearly, they made him feel heart-piercing pain, piercing his heart No curse is worth half a point.

His mind is full of "death" and "destruction", as if his life will come to an end in the next moment, just like struggling at the bottom of the water, as long as he gives up and sinks in the mud at the bottom of the water, this pain will no longer exist .

But he vaguely felt that something was calling him, like touching a fish thread, and felt that it could pull him out of the water, but after touching it a little, he found that it was washed erratically by the current and disappeared without a trace.

Charles finally chose to struggle, and suddenly firmly grasped a "fish shred" and "pulled" vigorously. Suddenly, a sharp pain from the soul made him almost faint, and he let out a scream.

His soul was broken into many pieces. This "fish shred" is the connection between souls, just like the network between Voldemort and Harry. This "pull" allows a piece of soul fragment to fuse with the "main soul".

A miserable cry was vaguely heard outside. Dumbledore and the others jumped up and rushed into the doorway, but were immediately thrown out by an invisible force.

After screaming, Charles felt that he "touched" a very thick cable, and subconsciously pulled it hard, and after a while, he felt a dazzling white light all around.

A ball of light got closer and closer to him as he "pulled the cable" deep in his consciousness, and finally got into his head from the sky cap.

After an unknown amount of time, Charles crawled out of the doorway on both hands and feet, and collapsed and fainted before his waist could get out.

Dumbledore and the others couldn't care less, greeted the lady in the oil painting, and quickly retreated with Charles on their shoulders.