Charle's voice echoed faintly through the Forbidden Forest.
The dark wizards lurking in the shadows around suddenly felt a sense of familiarity in that voice, and an ominous feeling rose in their hearts.
"Hey, Lucius..."
The leading dark wizard questioned Lucius, wanting to know the exact name of the target for this mission.
Could it be the person they were thinking of, the one who had become a taboo existence in Knockturn Alley?
But before he could speak, Lucius, who had heard Charle's words, first froze, then burst into triumphant laughter.
He laughed so intensely that his aristocratic elegance was completely gone, and he almost doubled over.
"You?"
"That Stunning Spell just now was cast by you?"
"Hahaha, this is simply the most foolish thing I've ever seen in my life, you idiotic mudblood, you've personally buried your last hope."
"It seems you still don't understand your current situation. You don't think that because you defeated Snape in Hogwarts Castle, your actual strength is truly greater than his, do you?"
"It was just that Snape was careless, plus many methods couldn't be used in the castle!"
"Watch closely, Charle Evans, this is how dark wizards fight. We, who have experienced war, have methods that a snot-nosed little wizard like you cannot understand!"
Immediately, Lucius elegantly raised his wand, while holding a Crystal Skull in his left hand, his eyes filled with coldness.
"You want the magical items on me?"
"Then I'll let you see its power..."
The next moment, Lucius was about to chant a spell and activate the magical item, to let Charle experience what terror was.
But at this very instant, he felt a pain in the back of his head, his vision spun, and he fell to the ground.
Lucius was completely bewildered.
When he came to on the ground, he realized that it was the dark wizards from Knockturn Alley whom he had hired who had taken him down.
Lucius's heart instantly sank, and a thought surfaced in his mind.
This is bad...
Are they going to double-cross me?!
Lucius said urgently.
"We've cooperated so many times, was there ever a time I didn't give you satisfactory compensation? You're actually going to attack me?"
"Believe me, friends, it's still not too late to stop now..."
But before he finished speaking, Lucius saw the dark wizards around him with faces full of fear and anger, staring intently at him.
The leading dark wizard even cursed out loud.
"Not too late? Not too late my ass!"
"Lucius Malfoy, is there something wrong with your brain?"
"You said you wanted us to do a very simple commission, is this what you call simple?"
"Why the hell didn't you say the target was Charle Evans? If you had said so earlier, even if our brains were clogged with shit, we wouldn't have come with you. If you want to court death yourself, don't drag us along!"
Lucius was stunned.
"You, what are you talking about?"
"Charle Evans is just a first-year little wizard, you are vicious dark wizards from Knockturn Alley, what are you afraid of him for?"
The group of dark wizards were speechless.
Vicious?
Lucius called them vicious?
In front of Charle Evans, this peerless fiend who had robbed the entire Knockturn Alley, threatened to dump feces in front of Borgin and Burkes, and used a blood pump on a Vampire Earl, Lucius called them vicious?
Did he have some misunderstanding about these four words?!
The leading dark wizard was so angry he laughed.
"Lucius Malfoy, you have no idea what kind of existence you have provoked!"
Immediately, the group of dark wizards bowed to Charle with faces full of flattery.
"Lord Charle, we really didn't know it was you."
"We were all tricked by Lucius, he just said he wanted us to help with a small favor. If we had known it was you, we wouldn't have dared to come even with ten times the courage!"
Charle raised his eyebrows, saying with a half-smile.
"Is that so?"
"But I just heard that you brought a lot of magical items. If it were an ordinary target, why would you bring so many things?"
"You're fully armed, are you really not here to deal with me?"
The dark wizards immediately started wailing and crying.
"No, really, my Lord Charle!"
"If I had known I'd run into you, I wouldn't have taken out these magic items I've kept hidden away. This is all I have left!"
Charle's face suddenly darkened.
"Hmm?"
"What do you mean?"
The leading dark wizard quickly slapped himself and respectfully took out the magic items he had brought from his pocket.
"What we mean is, if we had known we'd run into you, we would have brought more magic items, even if we had to sell everything we owned."
"Alas, Lord Charle, you have repeatedly looked after us in Knockturn Alley. As a result, when you went to school, we didn't prepare a gift. That was truly wrong."
"Merlin above, we happened to meet you. These are our back-to-school gifts for you, Lord Charle. Please don't dislike them."
At the same time, he glared fiercely at the other dark wizards, the meaning in his eyes very clear.
If you want to live, quickly abandon your wealth and save your life!
The other dark wizards also seemed to wake up from a dream and quickly and respectfully took out the magic items from their pockets and handed them to Charle.
"Yes, yes, Lord Charle, these are the back-to-school gifts we prepared."
"In our haste, the gifts are humble. Please don't dislike them."
Only then did Charle nod with satisfaction and reach out to accept the "gifts" from these dark wizards.
After his mental power transformed again and entered the medieval level, Charle's sensitivity to magic increased significantly.
He could feel that the magic contained in these items was truly extraordinary, each one a masterpiece.
As expected of the items these Knockturn Alley dark wizards kept hidden away, the deduction points they could provide were probably not a small number.
For Charle, who was running low on deduction points, it was truly a windfall.
Lucius, who was lying on the ground nearby, watched as the dark wizards "paid tribute" to Charle one by one, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
He admitted that being able to make the Knockturn Alley dark wizards treat him with such caution meant that his estimation of Charle's strength was greatly off.
But which of these Knockturn Alley dark wizards wasn't vicious and evil, and which one didn't have a few lives on their hands? How could they just obediently submit to a young wizard like this?
There must be something fishy going on. They must be trying to make Charle lower his guard and then launch a surprise attack!
Or perhaps those magic items were cursed and would make Charle suffer a painful death without him even knowing it.
Yes, it must be like this!
Lucius stared intently at Charle, waiting for the moment Charle would fall.
However, even after the last dark wizard finished paying tribute and Charle put the dark magic items into his pocket, Lucius's eyes were almost sore from staring, and he still didn't see the scene he was expecting.
Only then did a thought flash through his mind.
No...
They couldn't be serious, could they?
Are they really paying tribute to Charle Evans?
Lucius stared at the group of Knockturn Alley dark wizards with bloodshot eyes and questioned them.
"You are dark wizards, how did you become like this?"
"Where is your dignity?"
"Where is your dignity?!"
"Where is your professional ethics?!"
The Knockturn Alley dark wizards scoffed at Lucius's questioning.
Dignity?
Professional ethics?
What a joke, we are dark wizards, what use are dignity and professional ethics?
Anyone who has seen this little devil Charle Evans's performance in Knockturn Alley knows that dignity is just a piece of waste paper.
This is someone who would use a blood pump on a Vampire Earl. Talking about dignity and ethics in front of him?
Are you out of your mind!
At this moment, Lucius looked at Charle. Although he couldn't help but be shocked, he still didn't seem to think his situation was very dangerous.
"The Forbidden Forest is not outside the law, Charle Evans, I think you know that."
Lucius gasped for breath.
"I am a member of the Hogwarts Board of Governors. Even Dumbledore has to consider my words."
"You are just a first-year student, Muggle-born, without power or influence. If you dare to lay a hand on me, all members of the Board of Governors will expel you from Hogwarts!"
"So you'd better let me go, understand?"
When Lucius said this, the surrounding dark wizards all gasped and then tacitly moved a little further away from Lucius.
Dare to threaten Charle?
Bold move!
Lucius, however, didn't notice this and continued speaking.
"Don't think that just because we're in the Forbidden Forest, no one will know what happened. I am the head of the Malfoy family. My disappearance for even a day will cause a huge stir in the wizarding world, and countless wizards will investigate."
"I've also made arrangements long ago. Once I've been missing for more than three days, the Malfoy family will offer a large sum of Galleons as a reward for even the slightest clue."
"Anyone who dares to kill me will face the relentless revenge of the Malfoy family."
"Think about it, how many Galleons is that? How many wizards can that hire?"
At this point, Lucius let out a long breath, as if certain that Charle wouldn't dare to lay a hand on him, completely oblivious to the looks the dark wizards beside him were giving him.
Charle, on the other hand, tilted his head and looked at Lucius, asking curiously.
"Are you done?"
"I let you say so much because you brought me so many magical items. Is this all you have to say?"
Charle shook his head, yawned, and said dismissively.
"A cliché threat, how boring."
Immediately, he waved his wand, and twisting branches grew from the ground of the Forbidden Forest, collecting all the magical items on Lucius, including his wand, into Charle's hands.
Looking at these magical items, Charle's eyes held a hint of fervor.
The Malfoy family truly lived up to their reputation as a great noble family, and they had been the most prominent existence among wizarding nobles in recent years, indeed collecting many good things.
The value of these few magical items was far greater than those offered by the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley.
Charle's gaze fell on a torn piece of parchment, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.
The other magical items, while containing considerable magical power, were ultimately limited.
According to Charle's estimation, they should still be products of the near-ancient era, just two or three hundred years older than the present.
But the magical power emanating from this torn piece of parchment had already surpassed the near-ancient era.
It was much older, a product of at least the medieval era!
This was secondary; the most crucial thing was that Charle actually smelled a familiar scent from it.
Although it was very faint, Charle could confirm that what lingered on it was indeed a scent similar to the one emanating from Dak.
An indescribable madness, a chilling sensation!
Even though the scent was faint, the madness Charle felt from it seemed even greater than what he had seen in Dak in the dream R'lyeh!
If Dak's madness was a deep pool filled with water.
Then the madness on this parchment, although only a single drop of water, came from a boundless ocean!
Charle suddenly turned his head to look at Lucius, who was still trying to threaten him, and then waved his wand.
The next moment, a wooden spike created by Transfiguration fiercely pierced Lucius's thigh.
The excruciating pain caused Lucius to let out a wail, and he stared intently at Charle, as if unable to believe that Charle had actually attacked him.
"You, how dare you!"
"I'll have you expelled!"
"The Malfoy family won't let you off either, and neither will the wizarding nobles!"
Charle, however, raised a finger and made a shushing gesture.
"Shh, Lucius Malfoy."
"Otherwise, I will change my original plan and go kill your entire family right now."
"Do you want to bet?"
Lucius suddenly shivered, feeling a deep chill rise from his heart.
The first thing he said was that he would kill his entire family?
No, what's wrong with the young wizards these days?
He, a Death Eater, hadn't wiped out entire families!
In a daze, Lucius remembered something. He had heard that the Sorting Hat had apparently sorted Charle Evans into Azkaban the first time, right?
That made perfect sense!
Dumbledore, you old fool, why did you sort this little devil into the harmless Hufflepuff?
Isn't this perhaps the most aggressive Hufflepuff in history?!
A moment later, feeling the intense pain from his thigh, Lucius finally understood why the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley were so terrified of Charle.
This little monster was indeed ruthless enough.
He truly didn't dare to bet whether Charle would go kill his entire family; it was quite possible that Charle could actually do such a thing.
With Charle's strength, the Malfoy family's magical defenses wouldn't stop him.
Therefore, Lucius calmed down and shut his mouth.
Only then did Charle nod in satisfaction, holding the broken parchment and asking Lucius.
"Where did this parchment come from?"
Lucius was stunned for a moment, not expecting Charle's first question to him to be about this parchment.
He frowned, racking his brain, recalling the origin of this parchment.
"This parchment is from our Malfoy family collection."
"It was about ten years ago, I think, when the war had just ended. Many noble families were being plundered and had to sell off their family assets and collections to satisfy the appet appetites of those hyenas from the Ministry of Magic."
"The Malfoy family's situation was much better than theirs, so we still had the capacity to take this opportunity to acquire some rare treasures."
Speaking of this, Lucius also offered an explanation.
"We didn't resort to coercion or plunder. My offer was very fair, only discounted to 30%, which is much better than the Ministry of Magic."
"Besides, these things are well preserved by our Malfoy family. It's better than letting them rot away in the Ministry of Magic's vault. Our Malfoy family has contributed to the preservation of cultural relics!"
Charle waved his hand, signaling Lucius to stop talking nonsense and continue with the origin of the item.
Lucius then slightly relaxed and continued.
"At that time, there was a declining minor noble family, but their surname was quite ancient, said to have been passed down for over a thousand years. Their family actually had a batch of ancient magical artifacts passed down from the time of the Hogwarts founders."
"Although I don't know exactly what those things were, they were ancient artifacts after all, and I thought they definitely had collection value."
"Especially since I heard there was a book among them, which seemed to have some historical records. It was said to be a book written by an Arabian madman named Abdullah, which scholars called the Necronomicon. It had been sealed in the deepest part of that noble family's cellar."
"At the time, I thought that although this thing was a book written by a madman, it was very ancient after all. If I kept it as a collection and displayed it when distinguished guests visited to show off a bit, that would be great. So I wanted to buy these things."
"Unfortunately, I had attended a Ministry of Magic meeting first at that time. I only got the news after the meeting ended. By the time I rushed there, that minor noble family's house was already empty, and the things had long been sold. It seemed there was even a scramble for them on the spot."
"Fortunately, I had asked Crabbe and Goyle to keep an eye out for such things for me at that time. When I arrived, they gave me this parchment, saying that the Necronomicon had been broken during the scramble, and they had only managed to grab this broken parchment."
"Later, this parchment remained in a box in my storage room. This time, I was thinking of dealing with you, and I don't know why, but I somehow inexplicably dug this thing out."
"To be honest, I don't know why I brought it. This thing doesn't seem to have much power."
While Lucius was narrating, Charle stared intently at his expression.
Lucius's Occlumency wasn't very good; in the original work, Voldemort could directly read his thoughts.
With Charle's current level of Legilimency, coupled with his medieval-level mental strength, he was even more proficient in this area than Voldemort in the original work.
He could confirm that Lucius was truly hiding nothing and not lying in order to save his life.
"Necronomicon, Arabian madman, madman..."
Charle's frown deepened.
A broken piece of parchment, completely blank, without any characters or pictures recorded on it, could contain such madness.
How utterly insane would the complete Necronomicon be?
This thing was a bit eerie.
Charle could confirm that there was no mention of the Necronomicon in the original Harry Potter books.
This thing came from the era of the Hogwarts founders. Dak also adamantly believed in Lost Age that the threat the founders faced in that era was definitely not just the Inquisition.
The madness on the Necronomicon seemed to be a confirmation of this.
Charle's expression was quite solemn.
The waters of the magical world seemed to be getting deeper and deeper.
However, immediately after, Charle opened his mouth and swallowed the parchment with a gulp.
Instantly, dense prompts sounded in Charle's mind.
"Deduction points +10000..."
"Deduction points +10000..."
Just this small piece of broken parchment, Deep Blue actually directly converted over a million deduction points for Charle!
This made Charle take a deep breath, and the solemnity in his eyes turned into fervor.
"Necronomicon, I need to find this thing properly."
"If I eat this whole book, I'm afraid the harvest could directly compare to gnawing through the beach of the dream R'lyeh!"
Then, Charle looked at the anxious Lucius Malfoy, his expression softening slightly, and he said faintly.
"Originally, I wanted to kill you, and then kill your whole family, preferably killing everyone you were close to as well..."
Hearing Charle's understated words, Lucius's scalp tingled, and his face instantly turned pale.
What kind of devilish talk was this?
Even the Dark Lord wasn't like this. Why was he playing a nine-generation elimination game?
Then, Charle smiled.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I've changed my mind now. After all, you really brought me a lot of good things, so I won't kill your whole family."
"After all, keeping you around seems useful."
Lucius Malfoy nodded frantically, his face full of agreement.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm very useful, don't kill me."
"The Malfoy family has extensive connections, Charle, ah no, Lord Charle, if you want to find anything, the Malfoy family's power will do its utmost to serve you!"
Charle nodded in satisfaction.
"Then you're quite sensible. Alright, congratulations, you've survived."
"Look at you, why is your face so pale? I'm not a devil, nor am I Voldemort, right?"
Lucius felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.
It seemed the Dark Lord was much more merciful than you, Charle Evans.
But facing Charle's playful gaze, Lucius quickly lowered his head, trying his best to clear his mind of distracting thoughts.
At this moment, Charle was too lazy to bother with Lucius.
He just said,
"Since you just said you could do your utmost to serve me, there's a favor I need you to do for me now."
"Can you hang upside down?"
Lucius blinked, his face full of confusion.
"???"
"Hang upside down?"
Then, Charle sighed.
"Looks like you can't. Never mind, I'll help you."
Immediately, Lucius was wrapped around the ankle by a vine and hung from a tall tree nearby.
Blood dripped from the wound on his thigh, spreading a bloody smell in the night air.
Charle nodded in satisfaction.
"Just hang there and help me catch some fish. It's not too much trouble for you, is it?"
Lucius's face was pale, a million grass-mud horses galloping through his heart, but he could only force out a smile.
"No trouble, no trouble..."
"It is my honor, Lucius Malfoy, to be Lord Charle's bait."
The dark wizards nearby saw Lucius Malfoy's miserable state and felt a wave of relief.
It was too brutal. Fortunately, they hadn't angered Charle, otherwise they would probably be hanging upside down and dripping blood like Lucius now.
But just then, Charle frowned.
"The Forbidden Forest is so big, relying on Lucius alone to catch fish, how long will that take?"
He took out the super huge pots and pans he had brought this time, as well as a small mountain of seasonings.
"I brought so many things, if I don't use them all today, wouldn't that be a waste?"
Saying that, Charle glanced at the dark wizards.
The dark wizards' faces gradually turned pale.
The next moment, the leading dark wizard shouted.
"Lord Charle, you don't need to do it yourself, we'll go up ourselves, we'll go up."
Then, he took out a small knife and gritted his teeth, poking a cut in his palm.
Then he waved his wand and hung himself upside down on a tree like Lucius, letting the blood flow down.
The other dark wizards followed suit.
Soon, a dozen constantly dripping "baits" were hanging here.
Seeing this scene, Lucius suddenly felt much better.
At least he was hung up by Charle himself, which was much better than these wimps who hung themselves!
And with so many people dripping blood together, the "fish" Charle wanted to catch should be caught faster, at least he wouldn't die from blood loss.
Just as Lucius breathed a sigh of relief, the thickening smell of blood seemed to finally attract some bloodthirsty beings in the nearby Forbidden Forest.
Rustle, rustle.
The sound of leaves rustling came from the Forbidden Forest.
Charle slowly grinned.
"Deep Blue, it's time to eat."
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