The next moment, the distracting thoughts in Charle's mind vanished.
His vast mental power suddenly became more condensed, as clear as crystal.
Charle felt his senses expanding continuously, as if he could perceive every speck of dust floating in the air of the library.
The last time he practiced Legilimency on the Hogwarts Express, Charle felt the world before him was completely new, as if a veil covering it had been lifted.
And this time, with his mental power transforming again, Charle's feeling was even stronger, even feeling as if he were looking at the world through a magnifying glass!
Especially regarding the fluctuations of magic, he was much more sensitive than before the transformation.
For example, multi-casting requires capturing magic echoes. With Charle's current mental strength, the efficiency of capturing echoes would be more than double what it was before, further reducing the cost of multi-casting.
At the same time, the mental burden Charle could bear was several times greater than before the transformation.
Before the transformation, when casting powerful spells like the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell or the Sunless Sun Spell with his mental strength, although he could easily bear it, he could still feel its "weight."
If he used multi-casting, this burden would be even more apparent.
And if he were to use Storm Summons, his strongest dragon language magic currently, in Ancient Dragon Form, he would already feel strained.
But now, Charle felt it slightly, and the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell was as light as a feather.
The feeling was similar to the burden of casting an ordinary spell before, not just a little bit easier.
Even a triple-cast Eternal Blazing Sun Spell would likely not make Charle feel strained; he could cast it seven or eight times in one go without a problem!
As for dragon language magic, the change was even more obvious.
It was no longer like a child wielding an adult's weapon; it was much more effortless and relaxed.
While the burden decreased, the power also increased significantly compared to before!
A tangible light flickered in Charle's eyes, his gaze deep, like a bottomless abyss, his heart filled with indescribable emotion.
"Is this the mental power of the Medieval era?"
"As expected, it's extraordinary. Surpassing this Near Ancient era has greatly improved my strength."
"Even if my magic power is still in the Near Ancient era, relying on Medieval-level mental power, plus a host of profound and vast spells, I can directly beat Voldemort, who is currently possessing Quirrell!"
"Even if Voldemort recovers some magic power through unicorn blood later, I am confident I can crush him."
"Being able to beat the first-year Voldemort within a week of enrollment, I should not have disgraced the transmigrators with this progress, right?"
Then, a more fervent look appeared in Charle's eyes.
According to the casting theories he currently knew, mental strength and magic power were the two major factors determining the power of spells.
His mental strength advancing from the Near Ancient to the Medieval level had increased his strength so much.
If his magic power also transformed, his strength would definitely undergo a further qualitative change.
By then, even among wizards of the Medieval era, Charle would be considered an elite.
In this current Near Ancient era, besides Dumbledore, peak Voldemort, and Grindelwald, Charle was the fourth person on the surface.
In fact, except for Dumbledore holding the Elder Wand, whom he truly couldn't defeat, when facing the latter two, whose methods were mostly dark magic, Charle, relying on his sacred magic that surpassed this era, the outcome was truly uncertain!
"However, compared to my mental power, my magic power is much weaker, currently not even comparable to Professor Flitwick or Professor McGonagall."
"But as long as I complete the remaining two Accio transformations, relying on the feedback from the Fluffy and Paradise Phoenix forms, my magic power should be able to completely transform into the Medieval level."
"I already have Fluffy; I'm just missing a Reversion Potion for the Fluffy bloodline, so that's not going anywhere."
"This trip to the Forbidden Forest, besides harvesting deduction points, I should focus on the whereabouts of the phoenix that Professor Sprout mentioned."
"Once these are completed, I can venture into the Sea of Dragon Blood in Romania and confront the being in the coffin head-on..."
Charle was contemplating his next actions in his mind.
Just then, a commotion suddenly came from outside the Restricted Section.
"Where is Charle Evans?"
"Come out quickly!"
"Don't think about delaying any longer. Your injuries have long since healed. You should have gone to the Forbidden Forest to receive your punishment long ago!"
Charle frowned and stepped out of the Restricted Section, only to see two middle-aged men dressed in human-like clothes but with fleshy faces shouting arrogantly in the library.
Madam Pince tried to make them shut up, but they completely ignored her.
"We are friends of Mr. Malfoy from the School Board, working for the School Board. What are you, a librarian? Shut up!"
"Where is Charle Evans? Tell him to come out quickly!"
When Charle saw these two middle-aged men, he had a strange sense of déjà vu, and then a sudden realization.
Draco Malfoy was studying at Hogwarts, accompanied by two followers named Crabbe and Goyle.
From the fact that they were together on the Hogwarts Express from the beginning, it could be seen that Crabbe and Goyle were arranged to be Malfoy's followers long ago.
The families of these two should have a close relationship with the Malfoy family, respecting Malfoy, which is why they would arrange their heirs to be followers directly by Malfoy's side.
The younger ones were like this, and it seemed the older ones were also like this.
These two middle-aged men were likely old Crabbe and old Goyle.
Their sons worked for young Malfoy, and they worked for Lucius Malfoy.
In the library, Madam Pince's face was ashen with anger, but she dared not say anything in front of the school board members.
As old Crabbe and old Goyle said, she was just a librarian.
In fact, like Filch, Madam Pince was a squib.
Although she cherished the magic books in the library immensely, she really didn't have the courage to fight against the school board members.
There were also some other students in the library, who were now glaring at old Crabbe and old Goyle.
"Why are you so unreasonable?"
"The library belongs to the students of Hogwarts. Even if you are from the school board, you must follow the rules here."
"Also, show some respect to Charle!"
Old Crabbe and old Goyle sneered, looking down at the student who had just spoken up for Charle, until his voice gradually fell silent. Their smiles became increasingly contemptuous.
"Another Hufflepuff idiot?"
"Since when did Hufflepuff dare to speak so loudly?"
"When we were in school, Hufflepuff was a bunch of cowards, that's something everyone agrees on..."
Before they finished speaking, as the little Hufflepuff's face turned red, Charle stepped out of the Restricted Section.
With a light tap of his Mithril Wand, old Crabbe and old Goyle's insulting words about Hufflepuff came to an abrupt halt.
Charle calmly looked at the students in the library and Madam Pince, and said indifferently.
"You all go out first, I'll have a private chat with these two lackeys from the school board."
His gaze swept around. Even without using any magic, with Charle's current mental power, he naturally possessed a convincing aura.
The reason Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald could so easily gather a team, besides their own ideologies, was also greatly due to the influence and appeal brought by their powerful mental strength.
Now, after his mental transformation, Charle also possessed a similar temperament.
Madam Pince and the students in the library felt as if they were facing Dumbledore in a trance, and they obeyed involuntarily, leaving the library one by one.
Charle waved his wand again, and the library door immediately closed tightly, also accompanied by some protective magic, so that people outside could not hear or see what was happening inside.
After doing this, he waved his wand and lifted the silencing spell on old Crabbe and old Goyle.
The faces of the two men were now full of shock and anger, as if they hadn't expected Charle to dare to attack them.
"Charle Evans, you dare to use a silencing spell on us?"
"Don't you know that you were already supposed to receive punishment in the Forbidden Forest? It seems you haven't learned any lesson at all."
"We are Mr. Malfoy's men from the school board. Believe it or not, we'll tell Mr. Malfoy and make your punishment even more severe?!"
Old Crabbe even let out a cold laugh.
"It's useless for you to spend all day in the Restricted Section. We've already heard that there's no advanced magic left for you in the Restricted Section."
"If you ask me, this is one of the few smart things that old fool Dumbledore has done."
He lowered his voice and showed Charle a malicious and contemptuous expression.
"A mudblood like you wouldn't even have had the chance to come to Hogwarts to learn magic back in the day."
"Dirty bloodline, and you still want to learn advanced magic from the Restricted Section? Sooner or later, a mudblood like you will be driven out of Hogwarts."
Charle calmly looked up, staring at old Crabbe in front of him.
Although at his current height of eleven years old, he still had to look up at a big guy like old Crabbe.
But for some reason, old Crabbe felt as if he was being looked down upon by a giant, and a chilling feeling rose in his heart.
Old Goyle, who was standing next to him, felt a chill in his heart as he looked at Charle's calm and unwavering eyes, but he still said loudly.
"What?"
"You've already made a mistake, and we're here to tell you to hurry to the Forbidden Forest. Do you still want to fight us?"
"Let me remind you again, we are Mr. Malfoy's men from the school board. If you dare to fight us, you will be directly driven out of Hogwarts tomorrow, and Dumbledore won't be able to protect you!"
But just at this moment, Charle showed a hint of mockery.
"I've seen your sons, they look very unintelligent. I was wondering what was going on, and now it seems I've finally found the source."
"I know you are Lucius Malfoy's lackeys from the school board, so..."
"So what?"
"Snape is dead, why can't you two pieces of trash die too?"
Old Crabbe and old Goyle's eyes widened, and they suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.
They could feel that Charle was not joking.
A killing intent had enveloped them.
This feeling was as if death had already swung its scythe.
At this moment, they finally understood that Charle didn't care about the rules at all.
What about the school board?
If you provoked Charle, he wouldn't hesitate for a moment to act.
This guy simply didn't care about school rules or the laws of the wizarding world!
As if reading their thoughts, Charle grinned.
"Don't wrong me in your hearts. I, Charle Evans, am a law-abiding good wizard."
"However, if the law can't find anything, then it's not illegal, don't you think?"
"For example..."
Charle casually waved his wand, and an invisible sharp edge swept across the mouths of old Crabbe and old Goyle. Two sections of their tongues fell off, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Then, as old Crabbe and old Goyle widened their eyes, rolled on the ground, but couldn't even let out a cry of pain, Charle waved his wand again, and a healing spell landed on them.
Although he hadn't specifically used Deep Blue to deduce it, Charle had simulated and practiced healing magic many times in his mental space.
Coupled with the transformation of his mental power now, the effect of this healing magic was also immediate.
The fallen tongues and gushing blood, as if time had reversed, returned to the bodies of old Crabbe and old Goyle.
Charle showed a satisfied smile.
"Completely undetectable, no wounds."
"Oh, by the way, don't think about things like the Trace or the Prior Incantato. My spells won't leave those traces."
"So what were you saying just now? Sigh, insulting me as a Mudblood is fine, it doesn't hurt me much."
"But you guys, why did you have to drag Hufflepuff into it? I owe Professor Sprout a huge favor, so I have to protect Hufflepuff somehow."
"Therefore, you have to pay a price for your loose tongues."
Charle's expression was indifferent. He waved his wand repeatedly, and then cast healing magic repeatedly.
Old Crabbe and old Goyle's eyes were filled with terror.
This empty library had become their torture chamber!
They swore that if they were given another chance, even with ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant towards Charle again, let alone say words insulting Hufflepuff House in front of Charle.
Charle looked at the two and asked.
"Regret it?"
As the two nodded frantically, Charle chuckled softly.
"Too late."
"From Snape's matter, I learned a lesson. As expected, once you make an enemy, you have to deal with all their relatives and friends cleanly."
"You see, just because I didn't deal with Lucius Malfoy, he kept thinking about revenge and sent you to disgust me."
"If I had found an opportunity at that time and dealt with the entire Malfoy family cleanly, wouldn't there have been no trouble?"
"I have always been very good at learning from my lessons, so this time, since I've laid hands on you, I will definitely handle things cleanly."
Old Crabbe and old Goyle widened their eyes.
What the hell, this little Hufflepuff is too dark!
Why would someone like this be sorted into Hufflepuff?
Even Slytherin couldn't produce such a lunatic. That crazy woman Bellatrix Lestrange wasn't this outrageous when she was in school!
The two desperately tried to escape, but Charle's Mithril Wand had already burst out two silver-white rays of light, landing on them. It was Legilimency.
These two fools hadn't even practiced Occlumency. Facing Charle's mental magic, they had no possibility of resisting at all.
The most subtle secrets of their lives were revealed before Charle, but Charle didn't even have the interest to look.
With a wave of his wand, he engraved a command deep in their consciousness.
"After you go back, find a quiet place to die in a few days. Don't affect others, understood?"
Old Crabbe and old Goyle's eyes were blank.
"Yes."
"Go back and find a quiet place to die."
Then, when Charle's spell was lifted, the two climbed up from the ground, and the blankness in their eyes gradually dissipated.
The memory of Charle attacking them earlier, which had made them suffer pain and fear, seemed to have disappeared from their minds, and they couldn't remember it at all.
Except for the instinctive fear that appeared when they saw Charle, the two were like a period of time had been cut out, and they continued the previous topic.
"Charle Evans, the school board's punishment period for you is up."
"We are here to inform you that you must go to the Forbidden Forest tonight to receive your punishment, otherwise the school board will pass a resolution tomorrow, and the maximum punishment they can give you is expulsion from Hogwarts!"
After Charle nodded to indicate that he understood, the two snorted coldly and left the library with their noses in the air.
Charle's eyes, however, showed a deep look.
"It seems Professor Sprout's reminder was indeed correct. Lucius Malfoy seems a bit unwilling to be lonely."
"That's true. After all, his good friend Snape is dead. It's understandable that he'd be sad and want revenge."
"Then I'll be kind and send him to reunite with his good friend."
"I'm also curious to see what kind of setup this noble lord has prepared for me."
Immediately, Charle stepped out of the library.
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Night fell, and darkness enveloped Hogwarts.
At the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and others, along with Hagrid, who was responsible for accompanying Charle into the Forbidden Forest, were waiting.
Anxious expressions were on their faces, wondering what had happened to Charle since he hadn't appeared yet. Just then, Charle's figure, carrying a bag, appeared before them.
"Sorry, I'm a little late. I was mainly preparing some things, but I'm not exactly late, am I?"
Professor Sprout breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a good thing Charle had come. Otherwise, the school board might have made further difficulties and had to give Charle a more severe punishment.
Looking at the bag Charle was carrying, Professor Sprout asked, "What did you bring?"
Charle said casually, "Some essentials for wilderness survival. I think they'll be helpful for me in the Forbidden Forest."
Professor Sprout's eyes showed approval.
What she feared most was Charle being too confident. Although Charle was strong, the Forbidden Forest in the dark was full of dangers.
A poisonous snake might be hiding under a single leaf. If he was too careless, an accident could really happen.
But seeing how well-prepared Charle was, she felt her worries could be put aside.
At this moment, Hagrid, holding his hound Fang, said, "It's about time. We should go in."
Charle nodded, said goodbye to Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and the others, and followed Hagrid and Fang into the Forbidden Forest.
Soon, the tall trees, like those in an uninhabited area, blocked the view in all directions, and it was pitch black everywhere.
Except for the lamp Hagrid was carrying, not a single ray of light could be seen.
Charle casually cast a Lumos spell, and the soft light immediately illuminated a large area of the forest.
Hagrid frowned.
"Your Lumos spell is too bright."
"In the Forbidden Forest, try not to use spells if you don't have to. The smell of magic is very obvious to magical creatures, and they'll follow the spells."
A strange smile appeared on Charle's lips, and he didn't respond to Hagrid.
Magical creatures coming over?
That would be great!
Otherwise, wouldn't all the things he had prepared for half a day be wasted?
The reason Charle was a little late was that he had gone to the Hufflepuff kitchens and asked the house-elves there for a large amount of magical seasonings, including a universal magical sauce created by Hufflepuff.
According to the house-elves, using this sauce to cook various magical ingredients could stimulate their magic, making the ingredients more flavorful.
For Charle, this was equivalent to increasing the points he could get after eating the ingredients!
He had brought so many seasonings, pots, and pans. If no magical creatures came over, that would truly be a waste!
Hagrid glanced at Charle, who was still doing as he pleased and casting the Lumos spell, his brows furrowed, and his dislike for Charle was undisguised in his eyes.
Generally speaking, Hagrid had a good impression of most of the students at Hogwarts, except for Slytherin.
But Hagrid really couldn't like Charle because Charle had publicly insulted Dumbledore.
Hagrid was absolutely loyal to Dumbledore, and in his eyes, anyone who insulted Dumbledore was a scumbag and a villain.
Charle had even drawn the Sword of Gryffindor in front of so many people and pointed it at Dumbledore.
In Hagrid's eyes, this was much worse than those bad eggs from Slytherin.
If Charle weren't still a young wizard, Hagrid would have definitely taught him a lesson.
Therefore, after walking for a while and remaining silent, the half-giant Hagrid finally couldn't hold back and said in a booming voice, "You shouldn't have said that about Dumbledore. You should apologize to Dumbledore when you get back."
"Headmaster Dumbledore is the greatest person in the wizarding world."
Charle frowned.
"You remind me. I still haven't heard Dumbledore reflect on his dereliction of duty, nor have I heard him apologize for the harm caused to the Hufflepuff students."
"It seems I need to remind Dumbledore again when I get back. Burying your head in the sand won't solve the problem."
"As a Headmaster from Gryffindor, does he not even have the courage to admit his mistakes?"
Hagrid's face instantly flushed red, clearly agitated.
"What did you say?"
"I won't allow you to talk about Headmaster Dumbledore like that!"
"You have no idea what Headmaster Dumbledore has done!"
Charle watched the agitated Hagrid, his brows furrowing even tighter. He took two steps back, avoiding the spittle that flew from Hagrid in his excitement.
He asked seriously in return,
"Then I really want to hear it. What exactly did Dumbledore do that makes you so devoted to him, not allowing the slightest doubt?"
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