Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

The portraits on the wall who were pretending to be sleeping but actually listening were all with their eyes slightly open, quietly watching the movement here, and Charlotte nodded to them.

Phineas? Black, an old wizard with a goatee, the headmaster who was born in Slytherin, has always treated the outstanding students from Slytherin differently.

The little old man winked at Charlotte, intending to remind him of something, but was dragged away by Principal Dai Lisi de Wante, who was painted next to him.

The portraits can sometimes assist the current headmaster, help him control Hogwarts's movements, and also give suggestions when encountering difficulties. Most of the time, they keep silent and don't disturb his judgment.

"Principal, do they have anything else to say to me?"

Charlotte withdrew her gaze from looking at the portrait, picked up a small piece of cake, and put it into her mouth with a fork.

"They're safe," replied Headmaster Dumbledore.

"The Quidditch competition is coming to an end. It seems that Gryffindor will win the crown this year." Charlotte found a topic to break the undercurrent in the room.

Slytherin and Hufflepuff lost to Gryffindor, Harry was in good shape, without Quirrell coming out to make trouble, he made great progress all the way, and he would win the game against Ravenclaw as expected, Slytherin has been the champion for years to be terminated.

"Professor McGonagall would be very happy if the Quidditch trophy really belonged to Gryffindor, she is an avid Quidditch lover."

"Harry is very talented in this. It would be even better if he could put more effort into his studies. The little wizard will never be impatient to study." Charlotte changed her voice.

"The final exam is coming soon, and then there is the distribution of the Academy Cup. Gryffindor is now at the bottom due to various reasons."

Charlotte doesn't care about the ownership of the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup, but for the sake of her poor mentor Snape, both the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup have been taken away by Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall will definitely be there for him. Smile in front of you like a flower.

Hmm... I'm really afraid that he will lose control and intensify his efforts to collect debts from Gryffindor students in class, falling into an endless loop that can never cleanse himself.

I am such a considerate student. Charlotte was moved by herself. She obviously forgot that she was the one who blew up Snape the most times. It was all because of Harry's presence that distracted most of Snape's attention. Really deep 'love'.

Dumbledore put his hands on his knees and recalled the scores of the next four houses. Slytherin far surpassed the other three houses with 598 points, the second Ravenclaw was still 83 points away, and Gryffindor was only 396 points. point.

"The ownership of the Academy Cup will not be determined until the last day." Dumbledore looked out the window and said a word slowly.

"Principal, I remember when I was awarded the Merlin Medal, I asked you if I could add points to the college because of my excellence. You said at that time that it would be unfair to other colleges." Charlotte picked out various candies and said casually One said.

Dumbledore straightened his glasses, frowned slightly, and said with relief after thinking about it.

"It's been a long time. Forgive me, an elderly man whose memory is really not very good."

Old bee, Charlotte groaned inwardly, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"If you want to reward, everyone has to reward together. This is the only way to show fairness and justice. Otherwise, who else will be convinced in the future."

With a gun and a stick, Charlotte and Dumbledore are eye contacting, old bee, don't favor Gryffindor too much, be careful that Slytherin will overturn the table for you, our dean will be the first to slap the table and quit.

The two had a 'friendly' discussion about the specific points that Dumbledore would add at the dinner at the end of the school year.

If the old bee is really shameless carrying the Gryffindor house cup, I will play all the next and next Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, poke your tires, so that you can't find a suitable candidate, see this bad old man In order to find a new professor, she is bald, and she is happy when Professor McGonagall repeatedly orders her not to touch fish and eat cockroaches.

For some reason, Dumbledore looked at Charlotte's harmonious smile and his back felt cold, feeling like he was about to be stabbed in the back.

In order to facilitate claiming credit, Charlotte asked the principal to sign the agreement, and exited under the admiring gaze of Phineas Black.

Another week passed, and the competition for the Quidditch Cup came to an end with the end of the last game. Gryffindor raised the trophy. It is said that Oliver Wood celebrated in the lounge, hugging Harry to life and death, snot Tears rolled all over him.

Unlike Gryffindor's elated, Slytherin has to bear the air-conditioning of his own headmaster, and his mood is depressed. When he meets Gryffindor who is joking and passing by, such a comparison makes each other dislike each other, and the number of quarrels and fights increased.

Now Hogwarts can often hear the professor's angry yelling. Professor McGonagall's roar spread far and far away. Jessica seemed to feel it. She shook her body and looked like someone was about to be locked up gloat.

Charlotte was sitting next to her, something was written in the notebook, and the focus was not on the notebook. She was wandering away, thinking about the reason why the old wizard failed to transform.

On the last day of the old wizard's mandrake containing the mandrake, Charlotte controlled the leaf to fly out of his mouth, stuffed it into the long-prepared potion, and filled his saliva.

In a desolate place surrounded by cliffs and cold wind, the cold moonlight cast on the earth, pulled out an old wizard's hair and put it into a crystal bottle, a spoonful of dew, and a grimacing Tian'e chrysalis.

Buried in the ground, in order to facilitate access, Charlotte asked someone to apply for a Portkey from the Ministry of Magic, and teleported it directly from Hogsmeade in one step. In order not to miss the most critical step, let the old wizard follow the sunrise and sunset every day Recite the mantra on time, wait until the heartbeat has a different frequency, and please Frank call a thunderstorm.

The potion was poured into the mouth of the old wizard, and Charlotte released his restraints. His consciousness was very clear that day, and the old wizard, who could not escape anyway, gave up struggling. He was stuck in the back road.

The heart of the old wizard who drank the potion was beating faster and faster, his eyes were bloodshot, and his heavy breathing became louder and louder. Stop him from grabbing things desperately to vent his anger.

The body mutation became more and more severe, the old wizard's head became smaller, his mouth protruded, his eyes widened like fish eyes, tiny feathers grew from the pores, covered the whole head, and his mouth became a bird's beak.

The limbs have also become the claws of birds, and the palms with their nails turned over have returned to their original state. The sharp claws grabbed the ground and dug out pieces of soil.

With light blue feathers, the arms became bent, shortened and shrunk to the sides of the body, like the wings of a bird. The old wizard was paralyzed on the ground, his eyeballs were cloudy, and he was about to die.

Avrum's face was solemn, and the other werewolves who got the news were very calm and had been vaccinated in advance, so they would not be confused by this horrifying scene.

Charlotte wanted to test whether the guy's sanity was still there, so she took a few steps forward, bypassing Avrum who was in front of her.

The old wizard who was standing still was stimulated and became very manic. He rushed over regardless, his beak screamed, his scarlet eyes stared at Charlotte, and a violent aura emerged, which was bound to tear the torture in front of him. He's been around for a long time.

Without even looking at Avrum and others who surrounded him, the attacking spells hit him one after another. The old wizard only stopped for a while, and continued to move forward frantically, regardless of his injuries. The pain would only Stimulate him even more and make him crazier.

Charlotte, who is the target, doesn't panic, and has mood analysis.

"Without a brain, can you still rely on instinct to choose the guy you hate the most?"

"Armor protection."

The armor body led by Avrum fell in front of Charlotte, blocking the old wizard who opened his beak to bite people. Charlotte stared into his eyes and moved a little closer. Avrum He stared nervously at the old wizard, for fear that Charlotte would scratch him to pieces.

All kinds of restraints, loosening of strength, and transformation spells were thrown on him, firmly controlling the old wizard.

Charlotte didn't allow them to kill them directly. Before things completely got out of control, the main thing was to capture them alive.

The old wizard's eyes were still human, they didn't look like a dodo. They were on the sides of the bird's head, and there was no trace of clarity. They were all obsession with killing the culprit that caused him to cry so bitterly.