The three heads of the Three-Headed Dog looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion, as if they couldn't figure out what was happening.
But the next moment, as Charle got closer, the Three-Headed Dog's confusion dissipated, and its instinctive ferocity was triggered.
Accompanied by roars, the three heads lunged at Charle.
Charle, in response, took a deep breath, a cold glint in his eyes.
After deducing Occlumency and enhancing his mental strength using the Memory Palace, his power had significantly increased compared to before coming to Hogwarts.
He just hadn't found an opportunity to use it, and now was the perfect time to test it on the Three-Headed Dog!
The next moment, Charle actively activated the Dragon Armor Spell.
On his body surface, powerful magic formed a special structure, incredibly tough, like dragon scales and dragon hide.
Even the Three-Headed Dog, with its astonishing bite force, felt like it was biting into rubber after lunging, old and stuck in its teeth, completely unable to bite through.
Charle's eyes were bright.
If it were the previous Dragon Armor Spell, even actively activating it wouldn't have achieved this.
But now, the defensive power had undergone a qualitative improvement compared to before, which was the benefit of enhanced mental strength.
Then, Charle once again waved his Mithril Wand.
Transfiguration, smooth to the point of being art, roared out from the tip of the wand.
Earlier, when Charle crossed the Black Lake by turning wood into a wooden boat, it had caused Professor McGonagall to exclaim in admiration, saying she would add fifty points to Charle's house.
But now, if Professor McGonagall were here, Hufflepuff's points would probably be added until the hourglass exploded!
Change, change, change, everything in the room was changing.
The floor was changing, becoming like quicksand, like mud, giving the heavy Three-Headed Dog no place to stand, only allowing it to sink down little by little.
The ceiling was also changing, becoming as pliable as modeling clay, transforming into chains that hung down and wrapped around the Three-Headed Dog's body.
One wall was even directly turned into a stone man by Charle, firmly holding down the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy.
During this process, the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy naturally struggled constantly.
The powerful anti-magic effect of its skin was also taking effect, continuously weakening the effectiveness of the Transfiguration on it.
If it were before his mental transformation, the strength of Charle's Transfiguration on Fluffy would likely have had minimal effect, the chains would have slipped off, unable to wrap around it at all.
But now, even when weakened, chains were still firmly wrapping around Fluffy one by one.
Coupled with the changes in the ground and the stone man wrestling head-on with Fluffy, Fluffy, who only relied on brute force to charge around, was slowly wrapped in chains and hoisted up, unable to move.
Even the three dog heads were gagged by the chains forming a muzzle, only allowing the sound of rapid panting to be heard.
Looking at the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy subdued by Transfiguration, Charle shook his head, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
He had originally thought it would be more troublesome, but he didn't expect the process of subduing Fluffy to be so easy. In fact, Fluffy's three heads, besides being able to attack together, couldn't use any other magical abilities.
Yet in mythology, the Three-Headed Dog Cerberus at least possessed the ability to spit venom.
Poison made from its venom could even poison demigod heroes in mythology, showing how terrifying its toxicity was!
But the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy, from beginning to end, had nothing but spitting some saliva.
This showed that the Cerberus bloodline in it was extremely thin.
Charle wasn't even sure if he could get what he wanted from the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy and obtain the transformation of the legendary Three-Headed Dog of Hell.
He frowned slightly, a blade of light bursting from the tip of his wand, easily cutting open Fluffy's skin and releasing a large bottle of Three-Headed Dog Blood.
Then Charle tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp, whispering in his mind.
"Deep Blue, analyze the magic in the Three-Headed Dog Blood. Is it possible to obtain power related to the Three-Headed Dog of Hell, similar to how I previously obtained the Dragon Language inheritance from the Ukrainian Ironbelly's blood?"
A moment later, Deep Blue's mechanical reply came.
"Three-Headed Dog magic analysis complete."
"It does contain a bloodline related to the Three-Headed Dog of Hell, but it is too weak. Using this blood for Magical Animagus transformation can only turn you into a normal Three-Headed Dog, not a Three-Headed Dog of Hell, unless further deduction is performed..."
Even though he had anticipated it, Charle's eyes still showed disappointment.
If he could only turn into a normal Three-Headed Dog, it would be a loss.
It would take up a Magical Animagus transformation slot and require an extra large investment of points to possibly deduce the method to turn into a Three-Headed Dog of Hell, which was too low in cost-effectiveness.
However, to make Charle give up the idea of the Three-Headed Dog of Hell, he was truly a bit reluctant to let go.
That was a transformation that could potentially have resistance to the Killing Curse, which was too significant!
And once he could turn into a Three-Headed Dog of Hell and have resistance to instant-death curses, Charle could stand undefeated against the gaze of the Millennial Basilisk and quickly enter the Chamber of Secrets to deal with that Millennial Basilisk.
If he were to raise Basilisks later, he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally dying from looking into a Basilisk's eyes.
Giving up just like that was truly unwilling.
So Charle asked again.
"Is there a way to solve it?"
Deep Blue replied again.
"By giving the Three-Headed Dog certain potions with atavistic effects, perhaps the concentration of the Cerberus bloodline within its body can be greatly increased."
Hearing this, Charle's eyes lit up.
As long as there's a way.
As long as your thinking doesn't falter, there are always more solutions than problems.
Hogwarts has a Potions Master, after all. Perhaps Snape can solve the problem of the atavistic potion.
As long as there's a glimmer of hope, he has to fight for it.
Immediately, Charle's gaze fell upon the Three-Headed Dog before him.
"Looks like you're lucky too; you won't have to die today."
At this moment, Charle noticed that the wound on the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy, which he had just cut open to draw blood, had already healed as good as new.
This kind of recovery ability was precisely what made it so troublesome.
But at this moment, Charle suddenly had an idea.
"Killing the Three-Headed Dog is one big meal."
"But if I raise the Three-Headed Dog and take blood and meat from it every day, that would be much more cost-effective. That's a full meal every day!"
"With such strong regenerative ability, isn't this a good candidate for farming?!"
At this moment, the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy suddenly felt a chill run down its spine.
From the incredibly strong little wizard before it, an aura that made it shudder emanated, as if he was contemplating inhumane torture upon it.
If it weren't currently tied up and suspended, the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy would have wanted to perform a bow for Charle, urging this plague god to leave quickly.
It watched Charle with trepidation, not knowing what Charle intended to do with it.
Charle was also stroking his chin, examining the Three-Headed Dog Fluffy.
"Since I'm already here today, I can't go back empty-handed, can I? I haven't gained any deduction points today yet."
"What should I take back?"
"Chop off a dog paw, or chop off a dog head?"
But no matter how Charle thought about it, he wasn't quite satisfied.
Mainly, professors would occasionally come to the place where Fluffy was, and even Dumbledore might personally come to inspect the various checkpoints.
If he went too far, like chopping off a dog head, it would probably take a long time for it to grow back, even with the Three-Headed Dog's regenerative ability.
What if Dumbledore and the others took the Three-Headed Dog away?
Where would Charle get the nutrition he was missing?
"Besides, chopping off dog paws and dog heads is too cruel. I, Charle, am not such a cruel person."
The Three-Headed Dog Fluffy seemed to understand human speech, visibly letting out a sigh of relief.
It didn't want its paws or head chopped off either.
Merlin above, it seemed this little wizard still had some humanity.
But the next moment, the words that came out of Charle's mouth caused Fluffy's six eyes to instantly widen.
Charle said slowly.
"A part that is hidden, not easily discovered, and will be even better for you after it's gone..."
"Ah, I've thought of it."
"Fluffy, you're so big now, you're an adult, right? Have you been neutered?"
"I heard that being neutered is good for dogs' health, can prolong their life, and even help them gain weight. I, Charle, always act fairly and aim for a win-win situation."
"How about this, it's settled. From now on, I'll come here every day to perform free neutering surgery on you."
"I'll gain ingredients, and you'll gain health and a longer lifespan. Happy cooperation!"
Fluffy's three heads were all collectively dumbfounded.
The massive Three-Headed Dog was now trembling like a sieve.
It never dreamed that Charle would set his sights on its precious parts, and even want to use them as ingredients?
Once was bad enough, but he wanted to come over every day to neuter it?
Was this still a little wizard?
This was a demon!
Hey, ancestor Cerberus, are you there?
Can you please drag this little wizard down to the Underworld? He's not human at all, he's the real dog!
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