Thinking about the legendary descriptions of Fluffy, Charle couldn't help but feel a rare sense of anticipation.
That was a monster that could give heroes and demigods in various myths a huge headache, so its strength was naturally formidable.
But what Charle valued most was its resistance to instant-death curses.
After all, the Killing Curse was truly too overpowered in this era. Even if the real strength difference was several levels, if a Killing Curse came and hit, you would be instantly killed.
The key was that according to the original work, this thing could not be blocked by any protective magic; all defenses were completely ignored.
As long as the caster met the conditions and could unleash the power of the Killing Curse, hitting the target meant certain death.
Without resistance to the Killing Curse, one had to be careful everywhere, and a moment of carelessness could lead to capsizing in a ditch.
But if the idea of transforming into Fluffy through Magical Animagus could truly be realized, the threat of the Killing Curse and similar instant-death curses to Charle might plummet.
Therefore, even if it was just a possibility, Charle still attached great importance to the three-headed dog.
The second slot for Magical Animagus transformation had already been reserved for the three-headed dog.
At this moment, Charle walked out of the dormitory, left the Hufflepuff common room, and came to the nearest staircase.
Then Charle stopped.
Cedric's previous explanation had indeed covered the routes to several classrooms.
But the end of the corridor on the fourth floor where Fluffy was located, being a forbidden area mentioned by Dumbledore, was not mentioned by Cedric at all.
Even if Charle had an exceptional memory and knew all the routes clearly, he couldn't conjure up a route he hadn't heard of.
As for using Deep Blue to deduce?
Using Deep Blue for such a small matter was not the way to waste it.
After pondering for a moment, Charle made a decision.
"Since entering Hogwarts, whether it was Dumbledore, other professors, or older students, they all said that Hogwarts is a living castle."
"These stairs also seem to understand human speech, and even each section of stairs has its own personality."
"Since that's the case, let's see if my unique way of asking for directions can work."
The next moment, Charle drew out his wand, tapped the handrail of the stairs in front of him, and said faintly.
"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?"
"I'm giving you and your stair friends three minutes to line up and send me all the way to the fourth-floor corridor."
"Otherwise, I'll eat you."
As soon as these words were spoken, the stairs, which had been operating at a specific rhythm, suddenly stopped, as if they had heard something that completely bewildered them.
In the thousand years at Hogwarts, it had heard and seen countless secrets.
It had seen young couples unable to control their emotions, kissing passionately on this section of stairs at night.
It had seen ambitious people walk up this section of stairs, tiptoeing towards the Restricted Section.
It had even seen two male professors at Hogwarts upholding British tradition, performing indecent acts on this section of stairs.
But it swore that this was the first time it had heard a newly enrolled little wizard threaten to eat it!
Instantly, the operating speed of this section of stairs increased several times, like a whistling windmill, clearly very angry and not wanting Charle to step on it again.
In response, Charle sighed.
"Looks like you didn't listen to me."
"What, did the hard floor tiles give you some false sense of security?"
"Then you're wrong. The countless wall bricks in Diagon Alley, the wall bricks at Platform 9 3/4, are not necessarily more fragile than you."
Then, Charle leaped nimbly, standing steadily on the rapidly moving stairs, and gave the stairs a sharp suck.
"Deduction points +20..."
Deep Blue's prompt sounded immediately.
At the same time, the stairs suddenly stiffened.
It hadn't expected that this little wizard was serious?
No, Hufflepuffs were gluttonous, but they couldn't be this gluttonous, right?
You even suck the stairs?!
Can you be a person or not!
Even more outrageous was that with Charle's suck just now, a part of the magic was really sucked away by Charle.
If all the magic were sucked away by Charle, then the magic of this section of stairs would cease to exist, and it would only become an ordinary section of stairs.
Thinking of this, the stairs couldn't help but tremble, the steps rising and falling, as if feeling fear.
Charle grinned.
"Now you know fear?"
"Good, then tell your friends to hurry up and send me up."
"Also tell the stairs of Hogwarts, from now on, when you see me, open your eyes wider and be more discerning. I don't want to waste time rushing up the stairs."
The stairs shook twice, as if indicating they understood.
Immediately, they began to slowly rotate, sending Charle upwards.
Even the steps began to automatically rise and fall, gradually carrying Charle to the end of the stairs.
And there, a new section of stairs happened to arrive, taking Charle on.
Just like that, Charle didn't even move his feet, nor did he bother to find a path. He was carried all the way up to the fourth-floor corridor by the magical stairs.
Charle nodded with satisfaction.
He waved his wand, casting a Disillusionment Charm, and disappeared into the air, stepping towards the end of the fourth-floor corridor.
After Charle left, the stairs that had brought him seemed to let out a collective sigh of relief.
They had seen everything in the past thousand years, but this was the first time they had encountered such a little monster that ate stairs. They considered themselves unlucky.
Then, the stairs one by one arrived at a place where the class schedule was posted.
They had nothing else to do but memorize the first-year Hufflepuff class schedule.
This way, the next time Charle went out, they would know which classroom to send him to!
...
Let's not dwell on the pitiful and humble state of the stairs for now.
At this moment, at the end of the fourth-floor corridor, two figures fled out, still shaken.
From their fiery red hair and almost identical appearances, it was naturally the Weasley Twins from the original story.
Given their mischievous nature, after hearing Dumbledore say not to go near here if they didn't want to die horribly, they naturally couldn't resist. On the first night of school, they came here for a nighttime stroll.
"We calculated it perfectly. The Headmaster and professors are all tired on the first day and won't be patrolling here. The one patrolling tonight is our old acquaintance, Filch. We're great at getting rid of him."
"I thought there would be some treasure under this trapdoor, but it turned out to be such a huge three-headed dog?"
"It scared me to death. Good thing we ran fast, otherwise we would have really become dog food!"
While the Weasley Twins were still lingering with fear, they couldn't help but beam with excitement, thrilled by the breathtaking adventure they had just experienced.
At the same time, they were also curious as to why the three-headed dog was kept here.
"Looking at this, the three-headed dog seems to be a guard?"
"Whatever is guarded by a three-headed dog must be something incredible!"
The Weasley Twins exchanged glances, determined to see what was inside to satisfy their curiosity.
However, for now, it was better to go back to sleep.
Then, the two took out the Marauder's Map, and after solemnly swearing that they were up to no good, dense ink dots spread across it, encompassing the movements of everyone at Hogwarts.
The two originally planned to avoid Filch this way, but at this moment, Fred, one of the twins, let out a low cry and suddenly looked at the end of the corridor displayed on the map.
There, a name appeared - Charle Evans.
Their expressions changed.
"Oh no!"
"It's that first-year Hufflepuff little wizard, he came here for a nighttime stroll!"
Even though they loved playing pranks, they clearly understood how dangerous it would be for a first-year little wizard to encounter a three-headed dog.
Without hesitation, the two pulled out their wands and turned back, rushing towards the end of the corridor.
"Quick, go save him!"
At this moment, at the trapdoor at the end of the corridor, Charle had already pushed it open and stepped inside.
What greeted him was a gust of foul-smelling hot air.
A three-headed dog, occupying all the space from the ceiling to the floor, stared fiercely at Charle.
Drip, drip...
The sound of saliva dripping echoed.
The three-headed dog was stunned for a moment.
The two little wizards just ran away, and it couldn't eat them, so it swallowed all the saliva it had secreted.
Where was this sound of dripping saliva coming from?
Immediately after, it saw Charle shyly wiping his mouth.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself when I saw something delicious. I lost my composure."
Charle stared at the three-headed dog's massive body with burning eyes, saying intoxicatedly.
"Three-headed dog brother, you smell so good!"
"Let me smell you, let me get closer and smell you."
The three heads of the three-headed dog looked at each other, their already low intelligence becoming even more confused at this moment.
???
What's going on?
Did I run into a lunatic?
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