Hogwarts: The Strongest Animagus Ever

"So you decided to make an agreement with Shilob and use that forbidden creature?" Charlotte asked.

"Of course, the power of the eight-eyed giant spider is not enough, but the offspring of Ungoliant possesses far more powerful strength than us." Aragog turned around, his limbs stepping on the spider silk, making a rustling sound.

"Okay, human, the small talk is over. You should tell me who set the fire, and then you will end up as my breakfast." Ala's 4.2 Gok's big claws clamped towards Charlotte.

It had made up its mind that even if Charlotte didn't tell it who that person was, it would eat the human in front of it.

"I said it, that's me." Charlotte said with a smile.

Aragog was enraged by his attitude, and he suddenly raised his claws, wanting to stab Charlotte hard.

Then at this moment, flames ignited from the spider silk, and with a bang, the red flames covered the spider silk wrapped around Charlotte.

The spider silk spread out from Charlotte like dust. Charlotte sat suspended in the air, looked at Aragog and said, "But you are right, the chat is over."

Chapter 252: Sons of Darkness and Light!

Charlotte, who was sitting in the air, cast a spell at Aragog, who was knocked over by the spell. His limbs tumbled in the air, and he shouted angrily, "Human! The Acromantula will not let you go!"

Charlotte turned around and left the eight-eyed giant spider's nest.

The nest of the eight-eyed giant spider had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the fierce flames were difficult to extinguish. Charlotte waved his hand, and the flames gradually subsided.

When Charlotte walked out of the eight-eyed giant spider's nest, she saw Luna sitting on a rock and Buckbeak squatting beside her. It was already morning outside.

"Fortunately, today is the weekend, otherwise you would be late." Charlotte said with a smile.

Luna smiled at Charlotte: "I'm very happy that you kept our agreement."

Charlotte reached out and touched Luna's head: "Okay, let's go back. By the way, can you feel the breath of the Scimitar-Horned Snorlax?"

Luna looked at Charlotte: "Its scent is on you."

Sure enough.

　20 "In that case, let's go back and talk about it." Charlotte smiled, then called Buckbeak to take them to Hogsmeade.

When they returned to Hogwarts, Charlotte still didn't say much about the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle, and Luna didn't mention it either. After the two said goodbye, Charlotte went to the principal's office.

"Would you like a cup of hot cocoa?" Dumbledore placed a cup of hot cocoa in front of Charlotte: "I think you will need it."

"Of course." Charlotte took a sip and frowned slightly. He didn't understand why Dumbledore liked sweets but still had a mouthful of intact teeth.

Is it because he is a wizard?

"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Dumbledore asked.

"Too sweet." Charlotte blinked, then said, "I have something to ask you, Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Of course. Let me think about it. What does the great little Mr. Charlotte need to ask me?" Dumbledore smiled kindly.

Charlotte released the injured creature from the bead.

I couldn't see the appearance of this little thing clearly outside the cave of Shelob before, but now I can see it clearly.

This is a creature that looks as big as a newborn unicorn. Its white skin is as clean and smooth as moonlight. It has a horn on its head that looks like a rhinoceros horn.

It has a deer's tail and eyes, but its nose looks a bit like a cow's. Its body is like a pony's, but its hooves are like a cat's.

Weird but strangely beautiful creatures.

The Scimitar-Horned Snorlax was injured. It lay on the ground, blood flowing from its legs, carrying an evil smell.

Charlotte squatted down and reached out to touch the blood of the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle, but Dumbledore stopped her.

"It's been a long time since we last saw it." Dumbledore squatted beside Charlotte, looking at the dying animal in front of him.

"Why do you say that, Headmaster Dumbledore? Can we save it?" Charlotte asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. "It is a creature that is both evil and holy. It is a very ancient creature. Perhaps it existed in this world before wizards appeared. In the ancient witchcraft books, there are very few records about it. Very few wizards have seen such a creature with their own eyes."

Dumbledore stood up, and the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle opened its eyes and mooed, looking very pitiful.

"It was born under the moonlight. It is the son of the moon, representing the supreme holiness. However, it is not only the son of the moon, but also the son of darkness. Therefore, its blood is evil and enough to trigger all evil."

"I believe the recent riot in the Forbidden Forest was caused by this injured Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller."

Charlotte looked at Dumbledore: "Is its blood so powerful?"

Just the blood alone caused all the eight-eyed giant spiders in the eight-eyed giant spider nest to fall. This kind of power is terrifying.

"Its blood is the most evil thing in the world. Not to mention being contaminated by it, as long as you see a wounded Crumple-Horned Snorkle, you will be tempted by it. Of course, there are exceptions," Dumbledore said with a smile.

If just seeing it could drive people crazy, then Dumbledore would have been fighting with Charlotte by now. Dumbledore looked at Charlotte with increasingly kind eyes.

“Only a true, righteous person can avoid being tempted by it.”

It turns out that the reason why the vampires and the eight-eyed giant spiders were fighting for the little guy's blood was because of this reason.

Charlotte frowned, then said, "The magical animals in the Forbidden Forest rioted because of this little guy, so who let the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller in?"

Dumbledore frowned and shook his head: "In this world, the darkness hidden beneath the light is like an abyss. No one can see through it. Even Merlin is imprisoned in the darkness."

Charlotte was stunned for a moment. He looked at Dumbledore, somewhat confused about what Dumbledore meant.

But Dumbledore obviously didn't say more. He just smiled and said, "However, I think the magical creatures course at Hogwarts may be resumed."

"Even the Ministry of Magic cannot wrongly accuse a kind little animal without authorization."

Chapter 253: I am not the savior!

"I found it in the nest of the giant eight-eyed spider." After thinking about it, Charlotte decided to tell Dumbledore everything she knew.

"The Acromantula intends to cooperate with the vampire and use this little guy to attract Shelob." Before Charlotte finished speaking, Dumbledore turned his head and asked in surprise, "Offspring of Ugoliant?"

"Yes, but now he probably has no offspring." Charlotte touched her nose and said, "I burned it to death."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment: "Oh, that's good, I didn't expect that there would be such a dangerous existence hidden in the Forbidden Forest."

Dumbledore blinked, then said: "It seems that things are going to become more complicated."

Charlotte looked up at Dumbledore, who smiled and said, "But we don't have to worry because we have the great Mr. Charlotte here."

Charlotte shrugged: "I'm not a savior, Dumbledore. If you want a savior, I think Harry is more suitable."

Dumbledore took a sip of the hot cocoa and said, "Harry has the courage of a Gryffindor, but courage alone is not enough for some things. If we talk about the savior, Miss Granger might be more suitable."

"Fate always pushes us into a vortex." Dumbledore said something confusing, and then he looked at the Crumple-Horned Snorkeller.

"The Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller is a creature of light and darkness. Its appearance heralds the coming of darkness."

"But it also heralds the emergence of light?" Charlotte looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded: "I may leave Hogwarts for a while. During this time, I will let you be McGonagall's assistant~¨ "

Dumbledore looked at Charlotte, his wise eyes fixed on her: "Can you guard Hogwarts for me for a while?"

Charlotte looked at Dumbledore.

After such a long time, he has developed a strong sense of belonging to Hogwarts, and the classmates and teachers here make him feel particularly happy and joyful.

Allowing Grindelwald or Voldemort to do something to Hogwarts was not his style.

"of course."

"Oh, this little guy is left to you." Dumbledore said with a smile, with a more relaxed look on his face. Then he took out a bottle from the drawer behind him and handed it to Charlotte.

"These are Fawkes' tears. I read a tragic story to it all night. Oh, it was written by that great Muggle writer. The Romeo he wrote is so sad." Dumbledore said, wiping the corners of his eyes.

Only then did Charlotte notice that the corners of Dumbledore's eyes were a little red. It was likely that when Dumbledore read these to Fawkes, the old man was also moved.

Charlotte took the bottle. The Phoenix's tears could cure all poisons, but they might not be able to save the Scimitar-Horned Snorkeller.

Charlotte brought the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle back to the Forbidden Forest and went to Snape's Potions Office to get some potions on the way. There were many potion materials in Snape's office, even some rare materials.

Charlotte took a lot without hesitation, and then took the crucible to the Forbidden Forest.

He knew a lot of medical prescriptions, but he didn't know which one would be effective for the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle. He was reluctant to let such a magical little animal die.

Charlotte took the opportunity to collect some blood from the Crumple-Horned Snorkle, and then began to squat in front of Hagrid's cabin to boil medicine.

Hagrid looked very depressed these days because Aragog betrayed their agreement. He squatted next to Charlotte and helped her stir the crucible.

Charlotte added some venom from the giant eight-eyed spider into it, and Hagrid said sadly: "Oh, it was so cute when it was young. I can't believe it has such a mind."

"¨' It's the nature of the Acromantula to like to eat human flesh, Hagrid, you should be more open-minded."

Hagrid is always like this. He always believes that dangerous magical animals also need warm care, such as the giant eight-eyed spider that loves to eat human flesh.

In the original book, Aragog almost treated Harry, Ron and Fang as snacks for his own offspring.

For once, it wouldn't be without benefit to make Hagrid sad.

"I know, but it used to be so gentle. I used to go to its cave to find it. It always treated me and its children gently. They never hurt me. When I patrolled the Forbidden Forest, they always took me to many interesting places."

Hagrid became more and more sad as he spoke, but fortunately, although it was very sad, Hagrid's method of stirring the crucible was still very standard.

Charlotte asked Hagrid to stop and scooped out two spoonfuls of something that looked like asphalt from the pot.

"Hagrid, don't be sad yet. I need some mandrakes. I remember Professor Prout already has a batch of mature mandrakes. Can you help me get some from her?"

Hagrid stood up, wiped his tears and said, "Oh, of course, I will go to save the poor little guy."

Hagrid walked towards the greenhouse, and Charlotte smeared the asphalt-like medicine on the Snorkle. The Snorkle cried a few times, and the flowing blood washed the asphalt down and accumulated at its feet, looking like a moldy sewer.

Chapter 254: Innovative potion!

Failed.

This is the fifteenth time.

Charlotte pounded the herbs in the stone mortar and looked up at the moon.

Hagrid was squatting next to him, dozing off, and Fang was lying next to Hagrid, also snoring.

The Crooked-Horned Snorkle was lying on the side, dying. It looked like it was about to die. It mooed a few times and looked up. The moon was hanging in the sky like a big round plate, and the clear moonlight fell on the Crooked-Horned Snorkle.

In the moonlight, one could almost see the soul of the Scimitar-Horned Snorklein gradually leaving its body.

Dumbledore said that the Snorlax belonged to the moon and his soul would return to the moon after his death.

Charlotte waved her wand to stir the cauldron and flipped through the potion book in her hand.

Is something missing?

This book belongs to Antonio. It records almost all the potion recipes, but every recipe used for treatment is completely useless!

537 At least, not against the Crumple-Horned Snorlax.

Otherwise, the magic potion he brewed could revive the basilisk even if it was dead.

"Evil blood, holy skin." Charlotte closed his eyes and closed his alchemy book. The study during this period made his alchemy level rise rapidly. His original level of alchemy was only three, but it quickly rose to nine.

This allowed him to begin to touch the fringes of Potions.

To put it bluntly, treatment is no different from mending. It is just mending the broken things with similar materials, just like the antidote for poison, which is generally somewhat toxic.

This is not because of the saying of fighting poison with poison, but because the poisoned body needs to be repaired, and the poison is like thread, filling the gaps.

Charlotte opened her eyes suddenly!

Right, anyway, the Crooked-Horned Snorkle is a combination of evil and light, so if you want to treat it, wouldn’t it be better to put in the corresponding things?

Charlotte looked at the crucible. He unceremoniously poured out Snape's precious materials inside the crucible, and then prepared a new potion.

He looked at the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle. It was close to death. If he possessed the legendary Eye of Truth that could see through everything, he might be able to see the Grim Reaper holding a scythe approaching the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle.

However, as the son of the moon, perhaps the Scimitar-Horned Snorkle does not need the god of death.

Charlotte looked away and took out the skin of the basilisk from the beads. The basilisk was the most evil creature in the world and its birth was taboo.

Charlotte cut a piece and threw it into the crucible. A thick green flame suddenly shot up in the crucible. The flame burned in the crucible, releasing an extremely evil and dark breath.

Hagrid was frightened by the smell and woke up immediately. Fang also woke up and barked at the crucible.

"Charlotte, what are you refining?" Hagrid looked at the thick green flame coming out of the crucible. The evil and dark aura reminded him of many bad things.

"Are you making dark magic drugs?" Hagrid asked in surprise.

Charlotte shook her head: "Of course not."

"It's just an attempt. If it doesn't succeed, the little guy will die." Charlotte said, and then fell into trouble.