Coming out from the depths of the rock wall where the Phoenix Egg was hidden, Charle's eyes showed a satisfied expression.
Having reached this point, this trip to the Forbidden Forest was truly worthwhile.
The Acromantula breeding ground and the Unicorn voluntary blood donation station could provide him with a continuous stream of deduction points.
Adding the Phoenix three months from now, it was a huge profit!
After leaving a spatiotemporal mark here to ensure he wouldn't lose track of the Phoenix again, Charle turned and walked out of the Forbidden Forest.
At this time, Hagrid was still sleeping soundly under the effect of the Stunning Spell Charle had cast earlier.
Charle also casually used his Mithril Wand to cast Legilimency on him. He didn't deliberately change anything, only deleted some of Hagrid's memories from before he fell unconscious.
In Hagrid's view, the trip to the Forbidden Forest with Charle went smoothly, his plan had succeeded, and everything was perfect.
As for falling asleep, it was just a sudden wave of drowsiness, a quick nap.
After Charle finished modifying Hagrid's memories, he tapped Hagrid with his wand, and Hagrid opened his eyes in confusion.
"Did I just fall asleep?"
"Merlin's beard, I shouldn't have slept for long, right?"
"That was such good sleep quality just now, I haven't slept so peacefully in a long time."
However, Hagrid's focus quickly shifted from his sleep quality.
He remembered that his plan to scare Charle seemed to have succeeded.
But Hagrid couldn't really feel happy.
Because Charle's earlier words about Dumbledore were still flashing in his mind.
The image of Dumbledore, which was perfect in his heart, seemed to be uncontrollably developing cracks, revealing a deep, dark color beneath.
Hagrid tried his best not to think about these things, but the more he did, the more some details from over the years surfaced in his mind, making him feel low and gloomy.
After taking Charle out of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid returned to his hut in a dejected mood.
Charle looked at Hagrid's retreating figure and shook his head.
He didn't care much about Dumbledore's image in the hearts of the Order of the Phoenix members.
Mentioning a few things to Hagrid was just on a whim.
As for whether the Order of the Phoenix members would continue to be manipulated or willingly serve as Dumbledore's pawns, Charle wasn't concerned.
He returned to his room.
Since the whereabouts of the Paradise Phoenix had been confirmed, he would be able to obtain its bloodline and complete the Magical Animagus transformation in three months.
Before that, he needed to quickly sort out the Reversion Potion to increase the Fluffy's Fluffy concentration and complete his second Magical Animagus.
In his previous dealings with Snape, Charle had obtained almost all of Snape's Potions knowledge.
Although he still lacked some muscle memory and certainly wasn't as good as Snape himself at brewing potions, in terms of theoretical operation, he was almost on par with Snape.
With the theoretical foundation of a Potions Master, it might take years of experimentation to actually brew a never-before-seen potion like the Reversion Potion.
But it wasn't difficult to come up with a few theoretically feasible ideas.
After racking his brain all night, Charle had several ideas.
Although it might take a Potions Master a lifetime to go from theory to practice.
But for Charle, who possessed Deep Blue, a miracle was just a moment away!
"Deep Blue, starting from these theoretical ideas, deduce the formula for the Reversion Potion for me!"
Instantly, one hundred thousand deduction points were deducted.
It was as if countless Charle's in parallel worlds began adding bricks and mortar along the theoretical routes, with various attempts being made at an astonishing speed.
Theoretical routes were rejected one by one, but at the same time, new routes were extended.
In just a moment, among the crisscrossing, star-like ideas, one idea shone brightly. It was the feasible one deduced by Deep Blue.
But the many potion ingredients used in this idea made Charle gasp.
Expensive and rare were a given, but more than half of them were ingredients from the Middle Ages, and some even from ancient times.
Charle estimated that even searching the entire wizarding world might not yield enough ingredients to brew such a potion.
After shaking his head, Charle whispered.
"Second deduction, use materials currently available in the wizarding world as substitutes."
"..."
"Continue, third deduction."
"Fourth deduction, further increase the success rate of reversion!"
...
Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy also ended this terrifying night and returned to Malfoy Manor with a pale face.
His wife, Natasha, saw Lucius's face and the bloodstains on his body and was immediately startled.
"Lucius?"
"You're injured?!"
"What happened? Didn't you go to teach that little Mudblood a lesson..."
Natasha's eyes widened.
"He dared to lay a hand on even you?"
"I'll write to the other members of the Board of Governors right away. We'll initiate further punishment against him tomorrow. We can expel him!"
Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, Lucius, who had never shown Natasha a stern face before, was immediately startled and then angrily rebuked her.
"Shut up!"
"Take that word back. You are never to use it again, especially towards that person!"
Natasha stared blankly at Lucius, as if she didn't know what had happened.
Lucius gave a bitter smile and waved his hand.
"Don't ask about the specifics. Even if you ask, I wouldn't dare to say."
"If I say something I shouldn't, I'm truly afraid our entire family will be wiped out tomorrow."
"All I can tell you is, it was too terrifying..."
"From now on, remember to respectfully address that person as—Lord Charle Evans."
"In front of him, our Malfoy family is nothing more than ants that can be crushed at will. Don't think about revenge anymore. It's good enough if we can survive by being his dogs."
Then, Lucius, dragging his weary body, came to Draco's room in Malfoy Manor.
Draco had previously been sent from Hogwarts to St. Mungo's Hospital and then brought back to the manor to recuperate.
Seeing Lucius enter, Draco's eyes showed excitement.
He had already learned from his mother that tonight was Charle's trip to the Forbidden Forest, and Lucius would go to make him pay a price he would never forget, to avenge Draco and Snape.
In Draco's opinion, his father, Lucius Malfoy, was an omnipotent being.
Since he had made a promise to him, he would definitely be able to fulfill it.
"Father, is that little Mudblood dead already?"
"Godfather died, all because of that little Mudblood. He deserves to die!"
Before the excited words could finish, a crisp slap immediately rang out.
Draco covered his face in disbelief, looking at the expressionless Lucius.
"Father?"
Lucius sighed.
"Remember this slap, Draco, and let your mind wake up from unrealistic fantasies."
"I couldn't deal with Charle. I failed, a complete and utter failure."
"It was just a little bit away. If I weren't still useful to him, I would have died today. He would have come to Malfoy Manor without mercy, killed your mother and you with the most cruel methods, and made the Malfoy surname completely disappear from the wizarding world."
"So Draco, don't harbor any more delusions, and don't provoke Charle Evans again. Treat him with respect, the way Crabbe and Goyle treat you, treat Charle that way."
"From now on, the Malfoy family will be Charle's dogs."
Draco's head buzzed, and he showed an expression of disbelief.
He found it hard to imagine that such humble words would come from his elegant and noble father's mouth.
Draco became agitated.
"Be Charle's dog?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"Father, are you confused? What are you saying?!"
Draco's face turned red, and he shouted loudly.
"I know, Father, you served the Black Magic Lord. I've known all this for a long time!"
"Charle Evans, he can't possibly be stronger than the Black Magic Lord, can he? How could he make you serve him like this?"
Lucius looked coldly at Draco, pulled up his sleeve, and revealed his Dark Mark to Draco.
"Oh, you know, do you? It seems you are a little more sensible than I thought."
"But since you know about the Black Magic Lord, I'll tell you clearly, Draco. It is precisely because I served the Black Magic Lord that I didn't harbor any luck/chance and decided to bring the Malfoys to be Lord Charle's dogs."
"As your father, as the current head of the Malfoy family, I can guarantee you with my soul, and you must remember this firmly with your soul..."
"Charle Evans, this little wizard, he is more terrifying than the Black Magic Lord!"
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