ebonymovies Chapter 102: The Power to Crush Two-Faced Man! Journey to the Forbidden Forest!
Chapter 102: The Power to Crush Two-Faced Man! Journey to the Forbidden Forest!
Chapter 102: The Power to Crush Two-Faced Man! Journey to the Forbidden Forest!
The next moment, all the distracting thoughts in Charles's mind vanished.
The immense spiritual power suddenly became more concentrated, as clear as crystal.
Charles felt his senses expanding, as if he could feel every speck of dust floating in the library air.
When Ciel last practiced Occlumency on the Hogwarts Express, he felt as if the world before him had been transformed, as if a veil had been lifted from its veil.
This time, with his spiritual power undergoing another transformation, Charles felt this even more intensely, as if he were looking at the world through a magnifying glass!
In particular, it is much more sensitive to fluctuations in magical energy than before the transformation.
For example, multiple spellcasting requires capturing magical echoes. With Ciel's current mental strength, the efficiency of capturing echoes is more than twice as high as before, further reducing the energy loss of multiple spellcasting.
At the same time, the mental burden that Charles can bear is several times greater than before his transformation.
Before his transformation, when his mental strength released powerful spells such as the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell and the Sunless Sun Spell, although he could easily bear it, he could still feel its "weight".
If multiple spellcasting is used, this burden will be even more pronounced.
However, if one were to use Storm Summoning, currently the strongest dragon language magic, while in Ancient Dragon form, it would already be quite strenuous.
But now, after a brief assessment, Charles realized that the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell was already effortless for him.
It felt about the same as the burden of casting a regular spell, but much easier.
Even the Eternal Blazing Sun Spell with triple casting wouldn't be enough to make Charles feel strained; he could easily do it seven or eight times in a row!
As for dragon language magic, the changes are even more obvious.
It no longer feels like a child wielding an adult's weapon; it's much more relaxed and carefree.
While the burden has decreased, the power has increased significantly compared to before!
Charles's eyes gleamed with a tangible light, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless abyss, his heart filled with indescribable emotions.
"Is this the spiritual power of the medieval level?"
"It is indeed extraordinary, surpassing this near-ancient era, and has greatly enhanced my strength."
"Even if my magic is still stuck in the near-ancient era, relying on medieval-level spiritual power, plus a host of profound and vast spells, I could easily defeat Voldemort, who is currently possessing Quirrell!"
"Even if Voldemort regained some of his magic power through the blood of a unicorn, I am confident that I can crush him."
"I've been able to easily defeat Voldemort, a first-year student, in less than a week. I hope my progress isn't embarrassing for a transmigrator?"
Then, a burning light appeared in Charles's eyes.
According to his current understanding of spellcasting theory, mental strength and magical strength are the two major factors that determine the power of a spell.
The fact that one's mental strength has increased so much from the near-ancient to the medieval level has made one's power so great.
If the intensity of magic also changes, one's strength will definitely undergo a further qualitative change.
By then, even among medieval wizards, the Char would be considered an elite.
In this near-ancient era, besides Dumbledore, Voldemort at his peak, and Grindelwald, the Shire is the fourth person in the public eye.
Even if Dumbledore, wielding the Elder Wand, is simply no match for him, the latter two, whose main methods are dark magic, are also formidable opponents. With his divine magic that transcends this era, the outcome of the battle is truly uncertain!
"However, compared to my mental strength, my magic is much weaker. Currently, I am not even as good as Professor Flitwick or Professor McGonagall."
"But once the remaining two Animagus transformations are completed, with the feedback from Cerberus and the Phoenix form, the magic should be able to completely transform into the medieval level."
"I have the Cerberus. I'm just one dose of the ancestral potion away from obtaining the Cerberus bloodline. It's not going to run away."
"This time, besides harvesting deduction points, we should also pay close attention to the trail of the phoenix that Professor Sprout mentioned."
"Once all this is done, I can venture into the Dragon's Blood Sea in Romania and confront the being within the coffin head-on..."
Charles pondered his next move.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the restricted book area.
"Where is Charles Evans?"
"Come out quickly!"
"Stop trying to delay any longer. Your injuries have long since healed. You should have gone to the Forbidden Forest to face your punishment long ago!"
Charles frowned, stepped out of the restricted book section, and saw two middle-aged men, dressed smartly but with fierce faces, arrogantly shouting in the library.
Mrs. Pince tried to shut them up, but they completely ignored her.
"We are friends of Mr. Malfoy on the Board of Trustees, and we work for the Board. Who do you think you are, a mere librarian? Shut up!"
"Where's Charles Evans? Bring him out here!"
When he saw the two middle-aged men, Charles had a strange sense of déjà vu, and then it dawned on him.
Draco Malfoy attends Hogwarts, accompanied by two sidekicks named Crabbe and Goyle.
It's clear from the fact that they were together from the very beginning on the Hogwarts Express that Crabbe and Goyle were originally intended to be Malfoy's sidekicks.
These two families must have a close relationship with the Malfoy family, and they respected the Malfoys, which is why they arranged for their heirs to serve as Malfoys's attendants.
If the small ones are like this, it seems the large ones are too.
These two middle-aged men must be old Crabbe and old Gore.
The sons worked for Malfoy Jr., while they worked for Lucius Malfoy.
In the library, Mrs. Pince was furious, but she dared not say anything to the members of the board of directors.
As old Crabbe and old Goyle said, she was just a librarian.
Even like Filch, Mrs. Pince was a dud.
Although she cherished the books in the library that contained magical records, she simply didn't have the courage to fight against the board of directors.
There were other students in the library who were also glaring angrily at old Crabbe and old Goyle.
"What gives you the right to be so unreasonable and domineering?"
"The library belongs to Hogwarts students. Even if you are members of the Board of Governors, you must abide by the rules here."
"Also, show some respect to Ciel!"
Old Crabbe and Old Goyle sneered, looking down at the student who had just spoken up for Charles, until his voice gradually faded away, their laughter growing increasingly contemptuous.
"Another Hufflepuff idiot?"
"When did Hufflepuff dare to speak so loudly?"
"Back in our school days, Hufflepuffs were a bunch of losers, that was common knowledge..."
Before he could finish speaking, and as the little Hufflepuff blushed, Ciel strode out of the forbidden book section.
With a light tap of the mithril wand, old Crabbe and old Goyle's insults against Hufflepuff came to an abrupt halt.
Charles calmly looked at the students in the library and Mrs. Pince, and said indifferently.
"You two can go out first. I'll have a private talk with these two lackeys of the board of directors."
His gaze swept around, and even without using any magic, with Charles's current mental strength, he possessed a convincing aura.
The reason why Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Grindelwald were able to gather a team so easily was not only due to their own ideologies, but also because the powerful spiritual influence and appeal they brought were extremely important factors.
Now, after his spiritual transformation, Charles has also acquired a similar temperament.
Mrs. Pince and the students in the library felt as if they were facing Dumbledore, and they instinctively obeyed, leaving the library one by one.
With another wave of his wand, Ciel slammed the library doors shut, imbuing them with protective magic that prevented anyone outside from hearing or seeing what was happening inside.
After doing all this, he waved his wand and lifted the silence spell on old Crabbe and old Goyle.
The two men were filled with shock and anger, as if they hadn't expected Charles to dare to attack them.
"Charles Evans, how dare you use silence magic on us?"
"Do you know that you were supposed to be punished by being sent to the Forbidden Forest? It seems you haven't learned a single lesson."
"We're on Mr. Malfoy's side of the school board. Believe me, we'll tell Mr. Malfoy and make your punishment even more severe!!"
Old Crabbe even gave a cold laugh.
"Spending all your time in the forbidden book section won't do you any good. We've already heard that there's no advanced magic left for you in the forbidden book section."
"In my opinion, this is one of the few smart things that old senile Dumbledore has done."
He lowered his voice and gave Charles a maliciously contemptuous look.
"Someone like you, a Mudblood, wouldn't even have had the chance to come to Hogwarts to learn magic back in the day."
"You filthy blood, yet you dare to study the advanced magic in the forbidden library? Sooner or later, a Mudblood like you will be expelled from Hogwarts."
Charles calmly looked up and gazed at old Crabbe in front of him.
Although he is now eleven years old, he still has to look up at a big guy like old Crabbe.
But for some reason, old Crabbe felt as if he were being looked down upon by a giant, and a chill ran down his spine.
Old Gore, standing to the side, felt a chill in his heart as he looked at Charles's calm and unwavering eyes, but he still spoke loudly.
"What's wrong?"
"You've already made a mistake. We're here to tell you to go to the Forbidden Forest immediately. Do you want to fight us again?"
"Let me remind you one more time, we are Mr. Malfoy's men on the Board of Governors. If you dare to lay a hand on us, you'll be expelled from Hogwarts tomorrow, and even Dumbledore can't protect you!"
Just then, Charles revealed a hint of mockery.
"I've met your son. He doesn't seem very bright. I was wondering why, but now it seems I've finally found the source."
"I know you're Lucius Malfoy's lackeys on the school board, so..."
"So what?"
"Snape is dead, why can't you two good-for-nothings die too?"
Old Crabbe and Old Gore stared wide-eyed, suddenly feeling a chill run down their spines.
They could tell that Charles wasn't joking.
A murderous intent had already enveloped them.
It felt like Death itself had raised its scythe.
At that moment, they finally understood that Charles didn't care about the rules at all.
What about the board of directors?
If you provoke Ciel, he will attack without the slightest hesitation.
This guy doesn't care about school rules or magical laws at all!
As if reading their thoughts, Ciel grinned.
"Don't you dare wrong me in your hearts. I, Charles Evans, am a law-abiding and good wizard."
"However, if the law can't find it, then it's not illegal, don't you think?"
"for example……"
With a casual wave of his wand, Ciel sent an invisible blade slicing through the mouths of old Crabbe and old Goyle, severing their tongues and sending blood gushing out like a fountain.
Then, as old Crabbe and old Goyle stared wide-eyed, rolling on the ground in agony, unable to even utter a sound, Charles waved his wand again, casting a healing spell upon them.
Although he hadn't specifically used Deep Blue to deduce the magic, Sharl had practiced healing magic many times in his own mental space.
Furthermore, with the transformation of his mental strength, the effects of this healing magic are immediate.
The severed tongue and gushing blood, as if time had reversed, returned to the bodies of old Crabbe and old Gore.
Charles smiled with satisfaction.
"There are absolutely no traces, no wounds whatsoever."
"Oh, by the way, don't even think about any traces or flashback spells. My spells won't leave any traces."
"So what did you just say? Sigh, insulting me as a Mudblood is one thing, but it doesn't really hurt me."
"But why do you all have to drag Hufflepuff into this? I owe Professor Sprout a huge favor, so I have to defend Hufflepuff."
"So, you'll have to pay the price for your reckless words."
Charles remained indifferent, waving his wand repeatedly and casting healing spells time and time again.
Old Crabbe and Old Gore were filled with terror.
This empty library had practically become their torture chamber!
They swore that if they were given another chance, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant towards Charles again, let alone utter any words that would insult Hufflepuff Academy in front of him.
Charles looked at the two of them and asked.
"Regret it?"
While the two nodded hurriedly, Charles chuckled softly.
"It's too late."
"I learned a lesson from Snape: once you have a feud, you have to make sure all of the other person's friends and family are wiped out."
"You see, just because I didn't deal with Lucius Malfoy, he's been looking for revenge and sending you all to disgust me."
"If I had found an opportunity to deal with the Malfoy family thoroughly back then, wouldn't everything have been fine?"
"I've always been very good at learning from my mistakes, so now that I've taken action against you, I'll make sure to handle things cleanly."
Old Crabbe and Old Gore stared wide-eyed.
Holy crap, this little Hufflepuff is so dark!
Why would someone like this be assigned to Hufflepuff?
Even Slytherin wouldn't produce such a lunatic. Bellatrix Lestrange, that crazy woman, wasn't this outrageous back in school!
The two tried desperately to escape, but Ciel's mithril wand emitted two beams of silver-white light that landed on them—it was Legilimency.
These two idiots haven't even practiced Occlumency, so they have absolutely no chance of resisting Ciel's mental magic.
The most subtle secrets of their lives were revealed to Charles, but Charles had no interest in even looking at them.
With a wave of the wand, a command was etched into the depths of their consciousness.
"Go back and find a quiet place to die in a few days, so that no one else knows, okay?"
Old Crabbe and Old Gore looked completely bewildered.
"Yes."
"Go back and find a quiet place to die."
Then, after the spell on Charles was lifted, the two got up from the ground, and the blank look in their eyes gradually disappeared.
The memories of how Charles had attacked them and caused them pain and fear seemed to have vanished from their minds; they couldn't recall them at all.
Aside from the instinctive fear that surfaced upon seeing Ciel, the two continued their conversation as if a period of time had been cut off.
"Charles Evans, the term of your disciplinary action by the Board of Trustees has expired."
"We're here to inform you that you must go to the Forbidden Forest tonight to receive punishment, otherwise the Board of Governors will pass a resolution tomorrow, which could result in your expulsion from Hogwarts!"
After Charles nodded to indicate that he understood, the two snorted and left the library with haughty arrogance.
A deep, unfathomable look appeared in Charles's eyes.
"It seems Professor Sprout was right after all; Lucius Malfoy seems a bit restless."
"That's true. After all, his good friend Snape is dead, so it's understandable that he's heartbroken and wants revenge."
"Then I'll do him a favor and help him reunite with his good friend."
"I'd like to see what kind of setup this great nobleman has in store for me."
Immediately, Charles strode out of the library.
……
Night fell, and darkness enveloped Hogwarts.
At the entrance to the Forbidden Forest, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Hagrid, who was responsible for accompanying Shire into the Forbidden Forest, were all waiting.
With anxious expressions on their faces, wondering what had happened to Charles and why he hadn't appeared yet, Charles finally appeared before them carrying his bag.
"Sorry I'm a little late, I was just preparing some things, but I'm not really late, am I?"
Professor Sprout breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, Ciel arrived; otherwise, the board of directors might have taken further action and had to impose even harsher punishments on Ciel.
Professor Sprout asked a question, looking at the bag Charles was carrying.
What did you bring?
Charles said it casually.
"Some wilderness survival essentials, I think they will help me in the Forbidden Forest."
Professor Sprout's eyes showed admiration.
What she feared most was that Charles was too confident. After all, although Charles was strong, the Forbidden Forest in the darkness was fraught with danger.
A highly venomous snake might be lurking under a single leaf; if you're too careless, an accident could very well happen.
But seeing how well-prepared Ciel was, I could finally put my worries to rest.
At that moment, Hagrid spoke up, leading his hound, Tooth.
"It's almost time, we should go in."
Charles nodded, bid farewell to Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall, and the others, and followed Hagrid and Tooth into the Forbidden Forest.
Soon, the towering trees, resembling a deserted area, blocked out the surrounding view, leaving everything pitch black.
Apart from the lamp Hagrid was carrying, there was not a single ray of light to be seen.
Charles casually cast a glow spell, and a soft light immediately illuminated a large area of the forest.
Hagrid frowned.
"Your glow spell is too bright."
"In the Forbidden Forest, try to avoid using spells if possible. The scent of magic is very noticeable to magical creatures, and they will follow the spells to you."
A strange smile appeared on Ciel's lips as he ignored Hagrid.
Are magical creatures coming to visit?
That's really good!
Otherwise, wouldn't all the things I've prepared for all this time be for nothing?
The reason Shire arrived a little late was because he went to the Hufflepuff Kitchen and asked the house-elves there for a lot of magical seasonings, including a universal magical sauce created by the Hufflepuffs.
According to the house-elves, using this sauce to cook various magical ingredients can unleash their magic, making the ingredients even more flavorful.
For Sharl, this is equivalent to increasing the points he can gain after consuming food!
We brought so many seasonings, pots and pans; it would be a real waste if no magical creatures came along!
Hagrid glanced at Ciel, who was still oblivious to his own way, and frowned, his dislike for Ciel making no attempt to hide in his eyes.
Generally speaking, Hagrid had a favorable impression of most of the students at Hogwarts, except for Slytherin.
Hagrid simply couldn't like the Ciel because the Ciel had publicly insulted Dumbledore.
Hagrid was absolutely loyal to Dumbledore; anyone who insulted Dumbledore was considered a scoundrel and a villain in his eyes.
In front of so many people, Shire actually drew the Gryffindor sword and pointed it at Dumbledore.
In Hagrid's eyes, this was far worse than all the bad apples in Slytherin.
If Shire hadn't been a novice wizard, Hagrid would have definitely taught him a lesson.
Therefore, after walking for a while and remaining silent, the half-giant Hagrid couldn't hold back any longer and uttered a muffled sentence.
"You shouldn't have said that about Dumbledore. You need to apologize to him when you get back."
"Headmaster Dumbledore is the greatest person in the wizarding world."
Charles frowned.
"You've reminded me that I haven't heard Dumbledore reflect on his negligence or apologize for the harm done to the Hufflepuff students."
"It seems I need to remind Dumbledore again when I get back that burying my head in the sand won't solve the problem."
"As the headmaster of Gryffindor, doesn't he even have the courage to admit his mistakes?"
Hagrid's face flushed red instantly, clearly showing his excitement.
"What did you say?"
"I won't allow you to talk about Headmaster Dumbledore like that!"
"You have absolutely no idea what Headmaster Dumbledore has done!"
Ciel frowned even more as he watched the excited Hagrid, taking two steps back to avoid the spittle that Hagrid was spitting out in his excitement.
He asked a serious question in return.
"Then I'd really like to hear what Dumbledore did to make you so devoted to him, allowing no room for doubt?"
(End of this chapter)