Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

After Charlotte broke free from her memories and dissipated her emotions, her eyes that were vacant on the floor gradually became in focus, and she rubbed her face from top to bottom with her hands.

She never cared about the past, whether her parents or grandma, they were just passers-by in life, and all she could do was remember.

Bigger put the food on the table, and Charlotte, who had calmed down, tasted like chewing wax and chewing the food in her mouth. Rather than eating, she preferred to use nutritional potions to maintain body functions, which were quick, convenient and easy to make.

After finishing dinner, Bigger brought a small golden box and opened the lock, which was full of unopened letters. Charlotte checked while drinking hot tea.

There were letters from the Advanced Potions Association and Mr. Belby. Charlotte read the blanket carefully as the lamp covered the paper.

Mr. Belby failed to bring good news. Reasonably, inventing potions and improving potions has never been a matter of course. A sudden burst of inspiration is more important than a long-term effort.

Sure enough, the funds allocated to him last time were almost used up, and the wolfbane potion of the werewolf army could not be interrupted. The reason why they were willing to follow Charlotte, apart from non-discrimination and treatment, was that she agreed to cooperate with Mr. Belby , will continue to develop new wolfbane potions, so that they will no longer suffer from the pain of the full moon night, and can be re-accepted by the magic world.

This idea is not sanctioned by the Greyback Wandering Werewolf gang, it is their ability to survive, the best means of intimidation and coercion.

He stuffed a list of potion development funds into Belby's reply letter, bit the handle of the seal lightly with his teeth, and stamped the signature on it.

Take care of the gold-selling cave here, and read the replies from other potion masters. These people are all very old, and their own knowledge reserves cannot be underestimated. By chance, many famous potions masters are proud of having their own exclusive potions.

Their experience can save Charlotte from many detours. There are many amazing and brilliant wizards in the history of magic who try to transform themselves into the ability to freely transform into magical animals and human figures. Many strange creatures are born from this. Most of these changes is irreversible.

The most successful ones are only keeping the human mind, but the body has become a strange creature, which is worse than those wizards who lost themselves. At least they forget everything, no pain, and no need to face the unrecognizable self.

Charlotte has read most of these materials, and has a personal view that coincides with hers.

When the wizard performs the transformation of Animagus, he takes a potion made of the blood of the magical animal that he wants to transform. In a thunderstorm, he imagines his body as that magical animal, and tries to transform, but fails. It is neither human nor ghost, and if it succeeds, it will leave a strong mark in the history of magic.

After all, relevant data is needed to see the feasibility of the plan. Charlotte scratched the corner of her eyes, got up and stuffed the seal into her wallet. She was going to test her own ideas in the past few days.

Animagus needs a place that is inaccessible. The night must be full of moonlight and not covered by dark clouds. You have to watch the sky for dinner and wait for the storm. Charlotte's eyes flickered slightly. Artificially creating thunderstorms should not be considered a violation.

Wait for the right weather to appear by yourself, there are too many uncertainties.

Charlotte, who was thinking about whether the method was feasible, returned to Hogwarts through the secret passage of the Honeydukes candy store, walked out of the secret passage on the third floor, and the statues behind him merged into one.

Charlotte, who quietly went back to the dormitory, was caught by Jessica, and finally got away with it. Jessica didn't hold on to this matter anymore, pouting her mouth and puffing her cheeks, and took Charlotte a few times. The bag of candy from Honeydukes turned the page.

Charlotte, who finished class the next day as usual, was blocked by Professor McGonagall. She was thinking about the next step of the experiment, her mind was stuck, and she sat in Professor McGonagall's office in a daze, looking at each other with the serious Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall wanted to discuss with her the recent decline in concentration in class, so he took out a box of candy and handed it to Charlotte, thinking about his words, his lips moved slightly.

"If you put too much pressure on the students in class, you can point it out. It's not your responsibility. It's a bit far-fetched to force you to bear it."

"You have been in class recently. Although the progress of the class has not fallen behind, it is difficult for you not to worry about your mental state. If you have any troubles and you can't find someone to talk to, I'm here. You can talk to me. "Professor McGonagall looked at her with caring eyes.

Charlotte was stunned for a while, and suddenly, she got the wrong meaning, thinking she was coming to criticize her, scratched her neck, and said that Professor McGonagall didn't need to worry at all.

"I'm fine, professor. I just have a lot of things at home. You know, I can't get away from the busy business. I will pay attention. If it really doesn't work, I will definitely say hello in advance."

The two sat in the classroom and talked for a while. Charlotte was not in a hurry to go to Hogsmeade these days. Bigger was there to watch over there, so nothing could go wrong.

Professor Snape, who was exuding the depressive aura that I was in a bad mood, stopped her in the corridor. Charlotte saw Snape's not-so-good face and slowly put a '?' on his face.

"Dumbledore is looking for you." Snape dropped the words bluntly. Ever since he took Charlotte's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Snape looked at Charlotte more and more unhappy, with a mocking expression on his face.

"I think you know what the password is, after all, you are a regular visitor there."

"I don't go there that often." Charlotte smirked and asked Snape what the headmaster wanted her for.

"You'll know if you've been there." Snape glanced at her, turned his head and walked away, impatient to help others.

"... What kind of evil wind is blowing today, maybe it's menopause." Charlotte raised her eyelids and thought for a while. The possibility of what she did was very low. Returning to indifference, she couldn't see the twists and turns in her mind.

"Zizi honey candy."

"Pile of cockroaches."

After talking a few times in a row, the stone statue moved away, revealing the spiral staircase behind, with a wooden door at the top, fingers grasping the knocker of the griffin's head, and knocking lightly, the voice of Dumbledore's old bee came from inside. outgoing.

"Please come in."

As Charlotte entered the office, the wizards in the portraits of the former principals that hung on the walls all shifted their eyes in unison. Get down and take a seat.

Fox on the shelf preened his feathers and watched the two of them enjoy their dessert.

"Principal Dumbledore, you have quite a collection." Charlotte saw the cabinet full of food with sharp eyes.

"This is one of my few hobbies." Dumbledore stroked his long silver beard, and the two chatted casually for a while.

"Newt sent me a letter yesterday."

Charlotte stopped stretching her curled fingers towards the cup on the table, and then stretched them out after a pause. She stretched her hands back, clasped her hands on her chin, looked indifferent, and waited for the next step.

Dumbledore's blue eyes behind his half-moon glasses looked at her for a moment, as if examining her.

"They missed you very much and told me what happened to you last time. He asked me to tell you that you don't have to worry. Things are going well. It seems that some foreign forces have intervened. A few owls rushed in The Magical Congress of America brought some evidence."

"No matter who did it for what purpose, it's fine if the result is good." Charlotte chuckled.