A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 471 The murderer is...

"The true form is revealed!"

Jack cast a spell using the footprints extracted from the back of Charles' head, and soon a series of faint footprint lights appeared at the crime scene, leading up the stairs.

The footprints on the stairs were two steps at a time, sometimes three, as if they were in a hurry to leave, jumping all the way.

Jack followed the footprints in silence, wand already in hand.

Grindelwald followed beside him, looking back from time to time.

Behind them, Peeves and the Fat Friar were in front, and there were dozens of ghosts following behind, a large group.

Grindelwald waved at the fat monk, and after he floated over, he asked, "What are you following?"

The fat monk replied: "We will persuade him not to kill people indiscriminately later."

Grindelwald was a little surprised. He only knew that Jack was very strong and his men had killed many people, but Hogwarts has always been relatively safe, so the ghosts shouldn't be so scared.

So Grindelwald pointed his chin at Jack and asked, "Did he kill many people in Hogwarts?"

The fat monk nodded and whispered, "When he first came to Hogwarts, we had to look for corpses every night and then notify the corpse collector to collect them."

"You know how he killed people in the beginning? He didn't use the Avada Kedavra curse, but used magic to lift the person up and throw him to the ground again and again until the person was dead."

Grindelwald gasped.

The Avada Kedavra curse is simply a killing, and the deceased does not suffer at all, and dies peacefully.

If someone found that his body and limbs were being controlled, and he watched himself crash into the ground again and again, walking towards death step by step, how terrified and desperate would that be?

In comparison, being hit by the Avada Kedavra curse is much more merciful.

Grindelwald suddenly shuddered and realized that some of the things he had done before had already led to his death, and he had to find a way to remedy the situation.

They soon followed the footprints to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

The Fat Lady was dozing off. When she heard the sound, she opened her eyes blearily and met Jack's eyes.

She screamed and ran away.

Nick, who was almost headless, flew over immediately and said to Jack, "Don't worry about going in. I'll go and call the people out for you."

He is from Gryffindor, and he doesn't want this house to be empty tomorrow morning.

Peeves came over and said, "Yes, yes, I'll go with you. If the man doesn't want to come out, I'll catch him myself."

The two of them immediately flew through the wall into the common room.

The fat monk flew over and said, "I think there may be some misunderstanding. You can just use a few Cruciatus Curses to vent your anger."

Grindelwald also advised Jack: "I know you are angry, but the death of students now will make Albus... and McGonagall very troubled."

Now Jack is furious about Charles's matter, and only bringing up Dumbledore and McGonagall will help.

Grindelwald continued, "If you really want to kill someone, I can help you tie him up during the holidays. I'm pretty good at that."

He has done this kind of kidnapping many times before and is very familiar with it.

Jack snorted without comment.

Two minutes later, Nick and Peeves came flying back without anyone else, looking relieved.

Jack asked emotionlessly, "Where are the people?"

Nick immediately responded, "Those shoes belong to your great-granddaughter."

Peeves added, "Hermione Granger."

Nick is well aware of the relationship between Hermione and Charles and is not afraid of being killed.

The fat monk immediately said, "Oh, we are all family. Maybe the kids were just playing around and something happened accidentally. It's not a big deal in Hogwarts."

"Let the children solve their own problems. What do you think?"

The surrounding ghosts also gathered around and advised Jack to make a big deal out of a small matter.

Jack was silent for a long time.

This answer was something he had never expected. He had watched Hermione grow up and knew very well that this girl had no bad intentions. He wondered if it was Charles who was wrong first.
He thought again, Hermione has grown into a beautiful young lady, and Charles has reached an age where his hardware facilities are mature. I heard that he hung out with those Veela for several days after the Quidditch World Cup and missed the train to school. Could there be a problem in this regard?
The more I thought about it, the more confused it became, and the more angry I became.

"Let me ask first."

Jack left a word and left.

The fat monk and his companions breathed a sigh of relief as they had finally passed this level.

Everyone in the castle slept soundly tonight, except for three people.

The next morning, Karkaroff left his quarters and prepared to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

When he walked into a corridor, he suddenly heard a few people whispering in an oil painting on the wall.

"Did you hear that he came last night?"

"Who's coming?"

"That person, I can't tell his name, you know."

"Hiss...why is he here again?"

"It's because Smith was injured for no apparent reason. Can't his grandfather come?"

"Ah! Did you see it?"

"The Fat Lady was terrified and came running to me."

The more Karkaroff listened, the faster his heart beat.

This is bad. If the paintings all know about this, how long will it take for Dumbledore to know about it?

Karkaroff went straight downstairs, not to the mess hall, but to Durmstrang's ship.

He has his own room on the ship, which outsiders cannot enter without permission. Here he can send messages through the Dark Mark on his left hand.

A moment later, Farbaton Castle.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

In a laboratory, a bell rang.

But it was not yet working hours and there was no recording equipment, so no one knew he had rung.

About half an hour later, Meowth brought Voldemort a message from Karkaroff.

Karkaroff thought that the Dark Lord had never mentioned his father, so he did not dare to speak out, but only said, "Charles Smith's grandfather came to visit him at Hogwarts last night. The castle painting has known about this, and I am afraid that Dumbledore will know about it."

After listening to the information given by Meowth, Voldemort began to think.

According to the plan, the next task is to kidnap Charles' grandfather in order to force Charles to reveal the location of the magical energy.

Unexpectedly, the situation has changed now. Charles has lost his memory.

Voldemort said to Meowelford: "Tell Karkaroff that the most important task now is to restore Charles' memory."

"Secondly, start monitoring Jack Smith and invite him back... for the next Triwizard Tournament."

"Remember, be polite in your invitation and don't let him get hurt."

"Lucius, you haven't killed anyone, but Charles has. Do you know what that means?"

He didn't wait for Meow Elfo to answer and continued, "Some things are difficult the first time you do them, but the second time you do them they become as natural as breathing."

"What do you think Charles would think if he learned that Jack Smith had been hurt?"

"He will suspect you first, and then find Draco Malfoy first."

When Meowth heard Voldemort say he wanted to invite Jack, he didn't take it seriously at first, wondering why he should be so polite to a Muggle.

After Voldemort's analysis, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, there was a reminder. If Jack was harmed, the Malfoy family might be extinct.

When he thought of this, Meowelford couldn't help but consider whether he should ask someone to find Arthur Weasley and ask him how to have more children?

(End of this chapter)