Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Harry, who was sore, was lying on the hospital bed filled with the smell of potions, and he relaxed. Madam Pomfrey had to get up at night to see him.

Madam Pomfrey was fine, but the bowl of potion in her hand was too scary, black and bubbling, and Harry swore he saw a frog's foot in it!

Harry held the bowl tremblingly, closed his eyes as if death was at home, and took a deep breath. The strong smell spread in his mouth, the smell of rotten eggs, old socks, all kinds of smells mixed together, and Harry almost spat out his bile.

Madam Pomfrey patted Harry on the back gently, but what she said made Harry's body stiff.

"The good medicine is bitter. What are you going to do if you don't sleep at night? I have to get up in the middle of the night to serve you little wizards."

With a knife in his gentle eyes, he pulled Harry for a while and talked about respecting the elderly. It is not easy to experience the hardships of the elderly, and he fell asleep very quickly when he woke up at night.

Harry said that he felt extremely uncomfortable, and apologized again and again. Madam Pomfrey waved her hand, indicating that these were trivial matters.

"If you mess around like this again, I guarantee that the next time you come to the infirmary, the medicine you take will definitely impress you more than this time."

Don't dare, I really don't dare, Harry looked up at the ceiling, wanting to cry.

After Madam Pomfrey said a few words of comfort, she let Harry lie down and sleep.

Although the potion was terrible to drink, the warm air flowed through the limbs and bones, and the pain all over his body seemed to have disappeared. Harry did not have the difficulty of falling asleep as he thought. He fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow. caught.

Harry closed his eyes and was still thinking about his little friends, why aren't Ron and Hermione here?Speaking of which, Fox put me here, where did he take Charlotte?

Charlotte, who was being missed, lay comfortably on the sofa, crossing her legs lazily. Although her posture was not very beautiful, her elegant temperament suppressed this unruly posture.

Holding the small plate, he quickly emptied the biscuits inside. The table was filled with all kinds of desserts, all of which were Dumbledore's stock, and more than half of them went into Charlotte's stomach.

"Excuse me, I'm really hungry."

Charlotte, who was eating a biscuit, looked at Dumbledore who looked distressed and explained, hahahaha, let you cheat her, she will not be polite about your snacks.

"It seems that you have not been affected too much tonight."

Dumbledore quietly pulled a plate of chocolate cake towards him. Charlotte smiled and pointed at the cake and said, "Principal, I want to eat this." Watching Charlotte eat.

Turn your eyes elsewhere, how about writing a plaque on the door of the principal's office that says Charlotte is forbidden to enter...

This thought was fleeting in Dumbledore's mind, so he calmed down and asked with concern.

"You should eat less snacks, it's not good for your teeth, it's easy to get cavities."

"Professor, don't worry, I drink the teeth whitening potion regularly, and my teeth are really good." Charlotte showed off her small white teeth.

"How is the situation tonight?" Dumbledore added a glass of juice to Charlotte and asked about business.

"so so."

Sherlock forked the cake, it was delicious, and the house-elf in the kitchen had improved again.

"But Voldemort is gone, the remnant soul, if no creature can be attached to him is found, it's only a matter of time before it dissipates, but obviously Voldemort can't be taken away so easily, principal, have you looked for it?"

"Voldemort is far more cunning than you think. I didn't feel his presence at Hogwarts. He has left."

"Why do I feel that he is still there? Maybe I found a hapless ghost, stuck to his body and hid it again..."

Charlotte looked at Dumbledore's unchanged face, and changed his words.

"Of course you are here, Headmaster. Of course Voldemort would not dare to continue jumping in front of your eyes like this."

"I'm just an old and incompetent old man. I didn't expect Quirrell to do it so early. Alas, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the second half of the semester can't let students go to self-study all the time."

Speaking of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Dumbledore, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, has a headache. He has searched for everything he can find over the years. Now, any wizard with some level can run faster than a rabbit when he hears this position. Dumbledore glanced at Charlotte. special.

Oh, don't think that the old man doesn't know about your little tricks because he's old. The whole Hogwarts is under the surveillance of old Deng. Quirrell's actions so quickly must be due to Charlotte's good deeds.

"Professor Snape has always wanted to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he just substitutes for half a semester, it's just a matter of sprinkling water."

Charlotte is very serious about destroying food, ignoring Dumbledore's eyes. You recruited people here, so how can you blame me if something goes wrong?

"He's been in charge of Potions for seven years and can't afford another one."

How can Snape be put in this unlucky position, this is an important spy, Dumbledore waved his hand.

"I don't want to see Snape overworked and old like me."

"How can young people say that they are tired at every turn? In my opinion, it is completely trivial for Professor Snape to take on such a workload."

This is the day when Charlotte devoted herself to pitting the professor. I can't remember when Quirrell hung up in the plot. It should be around the end of the school year.

"Our dean has real materials. I have inquired about the previous professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. In the past few years, there has not been a qualified professor. Counting it, I am still lucky. I met Wei Wei. Wei'an, she's okay, if she wasn't caught too quickly, I think we can definitely learn a lot of good things."

Dumbledore fell silent and looked at Charlotte for a while.

"If you hadn't discovered her poaching behavior and sent her to Azkaban, I'm sure she would be able to safely teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for a year."

He didn't have to knock on doors for several days to find a new professor to replace Vivienne. It was not easy for the headmaster, the headmaster shed tears, and Dumbledore sighed tactically.

"Next time I will pay attention."

Dumbledore sighed louder. This time, Quirrell only attended half a semester, but he disappeared again. It's hard to find a professor these days!

"Magic stone."

Charlotte looked at Dumbledore's outstretched hand, played with the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, and handed it out reluctantly.

"I protected this with my life, or, anyway, Master Nick is not in a hurry, how about letting me go first?"

"I don't think you need to use it."

Dumbledore took the Philosopher's Stone, and his blue eyes under the half-moon glasses looked at the gem.

"I'm good friends with Nicolas. Voldemort covets its power. It's only here for me temporarily, and he has decided to destroy it. Charlotte, immortality or turning a stone into gold are not what you need. You are young, talented and wealthy."

"Destroy it? This is a legend in the alchemy world. If Nicolas Lemay loses it, doesn't that mean..."

"Don't worry, he has stored enough potions for him to make arrangements for his funeral."

"Principal Dumbledore, this is impossible! I will shed my blood for Hogwarts, and I just need to borrow the Philosopher's Stone for a short period of time." Charlotte stretched out her left hand, with her thumb and index finger juxtaposed to reveal a small gap in the middle .

"My character is absolutely trustworthy. It is too hasty to destroy the Philosopher's Stone like this. Just lend me a little research."

Headmaster Dumbledore blinked.

"I'd love to do it, and I'm sure my old friend Nicolas May would lend his Philosopher's Stone to a good student, but the Philosopher's Stone is too dangerous, and few people can resist it temptation."

"Perhaps you can help solve the problem of the vacancy of the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the second half of the semester. I will consider lending you the Philosopher's Stone as a reward."

"Aha, don't worry, Principal Dumbledore. I know many talented wizards. I guarantee that their lessons will be practical and fun."

Charlotte snapped her fingers, agreed, and took the Philosopher's Stone back from Dumbledore's hand.

"I'm definitely taking care of this for Christmas."

"No, I hope you will be in charge." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Charlotte tilted her head, how many appeared on her head?and? ?

"I agree with many professors that your knowledge is completely beyond that of many adult wizards, and you are responsible, and you will be responsible. I believe that the professors and students will agree. Since you have promised, I will come back at Christmas and look forward to your meeting." Lecture, it will be announced in the bulletin, get ready, Charlotte."

"I'm just a second grader..."

"But I remember that you told me in the first grade that with the level of previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, you can beat a group of them by yourself. If you really don't want to, you can. Give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"I am obliged to do this kind of thing. To be honest, my dream after graduation is to serve Hogwarts for life. Principal, don't worry, I will definitely take care of them!"

Charlotte threw the Philosopher's Stone into her wallet, waved her hand, and joked, how could she return what she wanted.

"I won't bother you for now. Principal, you old man, don't stay up late at night. It's bad for your health. Good night, goodbye."

After getting up and saying goodbye in one go, Ma Liu closed the door, preventing the principal from continuing to ask.