At this moment, in the Slytherin Head's office.
Malfoy was excitedly reporting to Snape about the reactions of the other houses after the class.
"They were all terrified."
"Now they'll understand, the House Cup belongs to us Slytherin."
"And Godfather, your authority at Hogwarts is absolute, those Gryffindor fools who came to your class will probably be trembling in fear from now on!"
Snape's lips curled slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he continued to ask.
"What about that first-year Hufflepuff student, Charle Evans?"
Malfoy's eyes lit up.
"Couldn't find a trace of him. I knew it, no matter how much of a genius he is, he's just a first-year student. How could he dare to defy a professor?"
"He's probably hiding in fear now, not daring to face those Hufflepuffs..."
Just then, Snape's ears twitched, as if he heard some movement.
A look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
"Why does it feel like someone is outside the door?"
"Who is outside the door, making such a racket? Don't they know how to knock?"
The next moment, a grating, teeth-grinding sound came from the doorway into the office.
On the thick door, a clear mark of intense heat appeared, quickly spreading into a passage large enough for one person to enter and exit.
Then, a warning sign flashed wildly in Snape's heart, as if he felt there was a vicious dragon behind the door, ready to devour someone!
He instinctively drew his wand.
"Shield Charm!"
Immediately after, the severed door panel slammed over like a cannonball, crashing against the invisible barrier in the air with a loud bang.
Wood chips flew, and shattered pieces of wood hit the office walls, making the entire office seem to shake.
From the dust, a figure walked in. It was Charle, whom Malfoy and Snape had just mentioned!
Charle tilted his head, looking at the terrified Malfoy lying on the ground and Snape, who was protected by the Shield Charm. A bright smile spread across his lips.
"As expected, I didn't smash you to death."
"That's great, we'll have some fun now."
Immediately, Charle waved his Mithril Wand, and the shattered door returned to its original state at a visible speed.
Not only that, but it was also wrapped with thick iron chains, locking it tightly.
An ominous feeling rose in the hearts of Snape and Malfoy.
What exactly was Charle trying to do like this?
Breaking into the Slytherin Head's office, had he gone mad?!
Malfoy shrieked.
"How are you here!"
"You, what do you want to do?!"
Snape hissed like a venomous snake.
"Who allowed you to come in like this?"
"One hundred points from Hufflepuff, no, two hundred points from Hufflepuff!"
"Get out of here! I will discuss this matter with the Hufflepuff Head and then decide your punishment, but I guarantee, Charle Evans, your detention will not be less than three months!"
But the next moment, Charle said faintly.
"You two don't seem to understand the situation yet?"
"So noisy."
Immediately after, Charle lifted his foot and stepped on the wrist bone of Malfoy's hand, which was clutching his wand on the ground, breaking it.
A crisp crack echoed, bringing silence to the Slytherin Head's office.
Snape and Malfoy were stunned, completely unexpected that Charle would do such a thing.
Immediately, bone-piercing pain shot from Malfoy's wrist to his brain, causing him to let out a hysterical wail of pain.
"How dare you!"
"You broke my wrist!"
"My father won't let you off!"
Charle smiled, lifted his foot slightly, and then stepped down again.
Stepped down, and then stepped down again.
It wasn't until Malfoy's wrist and ankle bones were broken that Charle looked down at Malfoy, whose pupils had already dilated, and said.
"Still crying?"
"I see you really like tattling and running fast, but I particularly dislike that."
"I'll stomp on your ankle so you run slower."
"I'll stomp on your wrist so you can't be so smug and wave your hands around, or even dare to point your finger at me."
"Do you like this gift I gave you?"
"When you sober up, you can call your father over. I don't mind breaking all your bones again in front of your father. Then you'll know that your weak father can't do anything at all."
"The cries of the weak are truly unpleasant."
Charle patted Malfoy's face, causing Malfoy to completely pass out, whether from the intense pain or extreme fear.
His series of swift and decisive actions left Snape, a former Death Eater, completely unable to react.
By the time Snape finally came back to his senses, he abruptly pointed his wand at Charle, his face filled with unprecedented horror.
"You attacked a classmate?"
"Charle Evans, do you know what crime you've committed?"
"I'm going to request Headmaster Dumbledore expel you and throw you into Azkaban!"
Upon hearing this, Charle almost doubled over with laughter.
"What did I do? Professor Snape, you, a former Death Eater, can't even tell what I did?"
"It's simple, really. I broke four of his bones and gave him a lesson he'll never forget."
"After all, injuries like this are easily healed in the wizarding world, but he should remember the pain very clearly, right?"
"It's just that I don't know the Cruciatus Curse, otherwise this lesson might be even more unforgettable. Professor Snape, you should be very familiar with that kind of thing."
Having his identity as a Death Eater called out so directly, Snape's pupils constricted, and his mind went blank.
"Charle Evans, what exactly do you want..."
He didn't even notice that his usual mocking tone towards students from other houses had become somewhat weak and yielding.
This time, it was Charle's expression that showed mockery.
"What do I want?"
"To do what you, Professor, like to do to young wizards."
"Bully the weak, that's all."
A exaggerated curve appeared at the corner of Charle's mouth.
"Surely Professor Snape, you never thought that a student would dare to attack you, or that a student would be capable of attacking you, did you?"
"Tsk, tsk tsk, so you're well aware of how vulnerable students are to you, huh?"
"Too bad, you ran into me. You shouldn't have messed with my foolish little friends."
"This time won't just pass by lightly like your previous acts of violence, Professor, because I..."
"Am much stronger than you!"
In that instant, Snape felt as if a terrifying shadow had fallen over him.
An overwhelming aura, crushing down on him, caused him to instinctively strike first, attacking Charle.
"Expelliarmus!"
Light flashed, hitting Charle squarely, and then effortlessly sliding off Charle's Dragon Armor Spell.
"Stupefy!"
Another spell hit, and again it was blocked without any suspense. Not even Charle's forward stride was hindered in the slightest.
Snape's pupils constricted like pinpricks.
He couldn't understand how Charle was doing all of this.
Why did a first-year wizard have such an aura, such strength?
And this terrifying indifference that emanated from him, as if everything in his path would be casually crushed!
"Levicorpus!"
Snape frantically used his self-created control spell.
After the Levicorpus spell also failed, he could no longer tolerate Charle's approach and let out a low growl, using an undoubtedly dark magic spell.
"Sectumsempra!"
This was indeed Snape's specialty.
Magic condensed into an invisible blade, whistling as it hit Charle.
The Sectumsempra, with its anti-magic effect, finally shook the Dragon Armor Spell once, creating a slight gap in its protection.
But before the joy on Snape's face could solidify, Charle raised his wand.
"Is that all?"
"Sectumsempra, nothing special."
"Then, Professor, please take a look at my blade."
Immediately after, Charle whispered.
"Night's Edge... Triple Cast."
In an instant, an invisible blade of light burst from the tip of the Mithril Wand, crossing the distance between Charle and Snape, piercing through Snape's body, and pinning him directly to the wall like a spear!
Blood dripped and flowed, then was instantly evaporated into a thin mist by the light blade of the Night's Edge spell.
Snape looked at Charle, and fear finally appeared in his eyes.
He had no doubt that Charle would kill him in the next moment.
However, Charle didn't make a move, he just disarmed Snape's wand and continued to approach Snape step by step.
This gave Snape a little hope, making him believe that Charle was afraid of Dumbledore, afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts.
He spoke with difficulty.
"It's not too late to stop now, I can explain to Dumbledore, maybe you won't be expelled..."
Before Snape could finish his words, Charle laughed.
"Dumbledore?"
"Expulsion from Hogwarts?"
Charle's laughter became more and more exaggerated.
"You don't really think I'm afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts, do you?"
"Please, you're a Death Eater. Besides Dumbledore being willing to shelter you, keep you at Hogwarts, and even give you a professor and even Head of House position, where else can you go? Of course you can't leave Hogwarts."
"But me, with my talent and strength, the world is vast, I can soar freely. Why should I be concerned?"
"Besides, old bat, have you been lording it over people all these years, getting used to throwing your weight around with students?"
"Expulsion? You're not naive enough to think you can expel me, are you?"
Charle pulled up Snape's sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark on his arm.
Snape subconsciously tried to cover it up, but Charle pinned his arm to the wall again.
Immediately, Charle took out a camera and took a picture of Snape's Dark Mark.
Snape was completely panicked now.
He realized that he had no idea what Charle's goal was, only that this first-year student Charle absolutely could not be viewed with a student's mindset. This guy was a lunatic, a demon!
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Snape groaned in pain.
Charle said faintly.
"Actually, I've always been very curious. You're a Death Eater, you finally got taken in, you have a sanctuary, and yet you're still so arrogant. What gives you the right?"
"Do you really think Dumbledore can cover up everything? He can't wash away your Dark Mark."
"If you were a little more docile, maybe people could temporarily forget what you've done, but for all these years, you've been cheering for Slytherin House, that look of defending pure-blood glory, are you afraid that people won't remember that you were once a Death Eater?"
"Maybe you're really not afraid, then let's verify if that's the case."
"Send this photo to the Daily Prophet, send it to all the parents of Hogwarts students, and remind them that there's a Death Eater here, and he's also verbally abusing a large number of young wizards, and maybe even physically punishing them. Maybe it can awaken some dusty memories."
Snape's body began to tremble with fear.
"Don't..."
He stammered out words of pleading.
"Don't do this."
"Please."
Charle stared at Snape.
This greasy, gloomy old bat was a pure love warrior in the original work, a highly popular character, called one of the bravest people by Harry Potter...
However, what did that have to do with Charle?
Charle sneered.
"Professor Snape is begging for mercy now, so you do have things you care about."
"Ah, you care about your life at Hogwarts, you care about the identity you've managed to conceal, you care about your reputation and honor as a Potions Master, and you don't want the Death Eater mark to ruin all of this."
"But why didn't you think about all those young wizards, they care about being insulted by a professor, they care about losing points for the House Cup, they care about the evaluations they receive..."
"Since you don't care about others, why should others care about you?"
"It's really hard to anger me, but once I'm angered and decide to act, the principle I adhere to is regardless of the consequences, until death, leaving no future troubles."
Charle raised his hand, and the photo flew out the window.
An owl carrying the photo flew into the distance.
Charle's eyes held a mischievous smile.
The destination of this photo was the Ministry of Magic Minister's office.
Fudge had taken Charle to Azkaban before, and Charle had clearly understood the hints in his words.
Although this Minister of Magic didn't know exactly what he was thinking, his intention to target Dumbledore seemed quite obvious.
Considering how much Fudge had reimbursed him, this photo of Snape's Dark Mark on his arm would be a good gift for him.
Charle didn't want this generous Minister of Magic to fall from power; he even hoped he would thrive.
The moment the owl carried the photo away, Snape felt as if he had fallen into hell.
No matter where the photo ended up, he knew his life at Hogwarts was completely over.
"You win."
Snape's voice was low, but the hatred and resentment in his eyes were almost tangible.
"Can you let me down now?"
These words, however, made Charle laugh.
"Professor, when you were Death Eaters, were you always so tender with your enemies?"
"You give the enemy a minor, insignificant blow, and then you let them go? Wow, are you playing house?"
Charle repeated each word slowly.
"Since I've made my move, since I've become your enemy, I will completely eliminate you as a threat."
"After all, if a Potions Master, a Death Eater, were to hide in the shadows plotting revenge, that would be quite troublesome."
"You don't think I didn't notice the resentment in your eyes, or are you saying you think I'm someone who doesn't hold grudges?"
"Professor, we have a life-and-death relationship. This is just the beginning. You don't think this is over, do you?"
Charle whispered in Snape's ear.
"Don't worry, everyone will applaud your death. I still have ways to make that happen."
"As for the knowledge in your mind, I will extract it bit by bit."
"Without that, you're nothing special."
"Fate has long been a mess. So many people have died, one more won't make a difference, right?"
Snape looked at Charle, his mind in turmoil.
Just as his mental defenses were in disarray, Charle's Mithril Wand pressed against Snape's temple.
Charle gazed into Snape's chaotic eyes.
"Physical pain is no pain at all to you."
"Only the memories buried in your heart can truly make you feel like you want to die, Professor."
"Do you enjoy mental torment? Does it make you feel happy?"
"Then, Professor, you must be strong later, you must smile."
The next moment, Charle softly chanted the spell.
"Legilimency."
At the same time, Charle also whispered to Deep Blue in his mind.
"Deep Blue, the Legilimency spell, directly target the direction of excavating memories, stealing knowledge, and breaking through brain defenses..."
"Four deductions!"
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