Hogwarts: The Strongest Animagus Ever

On the way to the library, Professor Sprout was walking outside with a box. When she saw Charlotte, her eyes lit up and she shouted to Charlotte, "Child, I'm glad to meet you."

Charlotte walked towards Professor Sprout: "Professor Sprout, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, last night, Potter and his friends' car hit the Whomping Willow. If it's not bandaged, the wound on the Whomping Willow might get infected."

Charlotte nodded and reached out to take the box from Professor Sprout.

The Whomping Willow is a plant, but like the Mandrake, it is a movable plant. This kind of plant usually has certain animal habits, so if it is injured, it will die or become infected.

Charlotte's herbology level has been upgraded a lot after the last time he increased his points. In addition, he has also gained some understanding of the Whomping Willow from the books he has read in the library during this period.

Sprout thought highly of Charlotte's talent in herbology, so he talked to him about herbology along the way. Charlotte usually read books about herbology and seldom practiced it, so he did have some questions in some aspects.

He asked carefully and Professor Sprout answered them one by one. Sprout was indeed a master of herbal medicine and was very skilled and proficient in this area. After a round of questions and answers, even Charlotte felt that he had benefited a lot.

"Oh, poor guy." Sprout looked at the Whomping Willow.

After being hit by a vehicle, many of the Whomping Willow's branches were bent and broken, and the base of the tree was covered with fallen branches and leaves.

Sprout took out his wand, and the magic pulled the stone, causing it to hit the knot on the Whomping Willow, and the Whomping Willow instantly became quiet.

Sprout turned to look at Charlotte and said to him, "Kid, Professor Flitwick said that your spell level has reached the seventh grade level. I will bandage the Whomping Willow later, and you hit the book knot with a stone so that I can bandage his wound."

Charlotte nodded, reached out and took out her wand, used 177 magic power to pull up the stone, and used the stone to hit the book section on the Whomping Willow.

After seeing this, Professor Sprout nodded and said, "Professor Flitwick is right. Your spell level has reached the seventh grade, or even exceeded the seventh grade."

"Perhaps, after you graduate, you can stay and become the new Charms professor."

Professor Sprout was not shy about his compliments.

Charlotte smiled and nodded: "Professor, you are too kind."

Sprout smiled, then walked over and poured the prepared potion on the Whomping Willow's wound, then wrapped it with gauze.

Charlotte looked at the scene in front of him and felt somewhat strange in his heart. It was worthy of the magic world. There were willow trees that could hit people, mandrakes that could cry, and devil's snares that could trap people. There were all kinds of strange things, and these things were all potion recipes.

The Whomping Willow had many wounds, and Professor Sprout was not quick to act, and soon the Hogwarts school bell rang.

Sprout frowned slightly, turned his head and looked at Charlotte. After thinking for a while, he walked over and said, "Charlotte, it's class time now. This class is Herbology for Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. I think you can go over and take half of the class for me. It will take some time to bandage the Whomping Willow."

Charlotte nodded: "I'll go over there, Professor, can you come over here?"

Sprout picked up the wand and said, "Don't worry, it will just be slower."

Chapter 97: Lockhart: My Herbology is pretty good too!

Professor Sprout had no doubt about Charlotte's herbology, but he was inevitably careless. After thinking it over, Sprout decided to stay and bandage the Whomping Willow himself.

Charlotte put away her wand, turned around and walked towards the Herbology classroom.

As soon as Charlotte walked into the Herbology classroom, she heard a lot of noise inside. Charlotte was a little surprised because most of the Hufflepuff students were simple and kind. In class, even in classes without teachers, they would not make too much noise.

And now, could it be Gryffindor?

Charlotte walked in and found many students running around in fear, shouting for help. Then he saw the devil's net stretching out vines and whipping around frantically.

The devil's snare is a very dangerous plant, just like a python. If you struggle violently, the vines of the devil's snare will bind you tighter.

There was already a person entangled in front of him. This person was entangled tightly and was screaming. Upon closer inspection, he found that the entangled person was Gilderoy.

At this time, the vine was tightly contracted, and his face turned red because of the vine.

"Charlotte!" Hermione came over in panic. Charlotte nodded at her, took out her wand and cast a spell.

"Lumos!"

Powerful magic power was released from the magic wand, and the Devil's Snare immediately shrank back as if it had met its natural enemy, and in less than a moment it shrank back into the flowerpot.

The vines that bound Lockhart disappeared, and he fell from mid-air and fell upside down.

Looking at Lockhart's embarrassed appearance, Charlotte frowned and asked, "Hermione, what happened? Why is Lockhart here?"

Hermione explained: "Professor Sprout didn't come just now. We wanted to look for Professor Sprout, but we met Mr. Lockhart at the door. He said he also knows Herbology."

"Then I don't know what kind of potion was sprinkled into the Devil's Snare. The Devil's Snare got angry. The fluorescent spell I just used didn't work at all."

Hermione frowned slightly, looking a little overwhelmed.

Charlotte reached out and patted the little witch's frizzy hair. She said, "Maybe it was just agitated. You did a good job. If you hadn't used the fluorescent flash, I don't think it would have been able to calm down."

Seeing Hermione smile again, Charlotte looked at Lockhart who was getting up from the ground.

"Professor Lockhart, I think Professor Sprout is the Herbology professor. I wonder what you are doing here."

Lockhart put his hands on his hips, coughed awkwardly, and explained, "Um, it's like this, Charlotte, I think my herbology is still okay, it's just that I used the wrong potion just now, cough cough."

"Okay, then please ask Professor Lockhart to go out first." Charlotte frowned and said. Lockhart awkwardly took two steps forward. As soon as he reached the door, he turned his head and looked at Charlotte: "Charlotte, I don't think you are a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor student, so you won't leave?"

"Professor Sprout is treating the Whomping Willow. The professor said I will take her place for this half of the class." Charlotte said calmly, then stretched out his wand, and the powerful magic pulled the various scattered potted plants back to their original positions. He said: "Everyone, please return to your seats."

Lockhart looked at Charlotte ignoring him with some dissatisfaction in his eyes. He said, "Herbalism is a very profound subject. Charlotte, you are only a second-year student. Even a genius wizard may not be able to master it. For example, that pot of African thorn vine is a very dangerous thing. I think you need to chant a spell to fight it."

Lockhart put on what he thought was a handsome smile, looked at Charlotte, and then looked at the students around him: "Oh, you know, I, um, have had adventures in Africa before, and this plant is very difficult to deal with."

Charlotte pointed to a pot of green plants on the table that looked green and had many vines growing on them and asked, "Do you think this is African thorn vine?"

Lockhart smiled widely. "Oh, isn't it? I know a lot of these things, kid."

"You know so much!" said a Hufflepuff girl, looking at Lockhart in admiration.

A Lockhart fan, apparently.

Lockhart enjoyed the admiring and envious gazes in the classroom and said nonchalantly: "In the future, you will also travel to various places like me. I think this is the best way to learn."

Charlotte looked at Lockhart, who seemed to be enjoying himself, and said calmly, "I think you are wrong, Mr. Lockhart."

"This is a poisonous tentacle, found in the rain forests of America. It usually grows in moist underground areas and is very rare. Currently, only a few major colleges cultivate it. The remaining wild plants are almost extinct. You can see it in Africa. I think you can tell Headmaster Dumbledore."

Lockhart's eyes showed some panic. He held the classroom door with one hand and said with some embarrassment: "Oh, maybe I remembered it wrong. I'm so sorry. I've been to too many places."

"In that case, I think your level of Herbology is not worse than mine. Professor Sprout made the right choice by asking you to come here."

Lockhart waved his hand in the classroom in a casual manner: "Children, if you have any questions, you can come to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office to find me. Perhaps we can talk about my battle with the ghouls."

Lockhart smiled, then turned and walked away.

Cedric stood closer to Charlotte and grumbled, "My Merlin, I really hate to say it, but he looks really unreliable."

"Who said it wasn't? Just now Cedric went out to look for Professor Sprout, but unexpectedly he ran into Lockhart. Then he dragged Cedric back like a peacock." Ron complained.

"How stupid! Didn't you see his big white teeth? Girls actually adore him. Really."

"That's right. Zhao wanted to teach us how to use the Devil's Snare, but ended up angering the Devil's Snare."

"That's hilarious. When he took out that potion just now, I knew something was wrong."

The boys complained, and the girls on the side also loudly refuted them.

Charlotte coughed lightly and said, "Quiet!"

The magical spell instantly quieted the greenhouse. Charlotte, wearing gloves and holding the poisonous tentacle, said, "Professor Sprout can't come over for the time being. I will take everyone to get familiar with this poisonous tentacle first."

Although Charlotte is the same age as them, he has a unique prestige among the students because he has taken them to communicate with other schools before.

After he said this, everyone quieted down and listened to Charlotte.

"The twigs of the poisonous tentacles secrete venom, and their thorns are also poisonous, so you must not be bitten by the poisonous tentacles..."

Chapter 98: Tom Riddle

It was only after a class that Charlotte realized what was happening.

It has to be said that the best way to learn is through teaching. During this process, Charlotte felt that she had become more proficient in a lot of herbal knowledge.

He didn't react until the class was over.

"Pa pa pa" there was applause at the door. Charlotte looked over and saw Professor Sprout standing at the door, looking at him with a smile.

Applause also rang out in the classroom. Charlotte looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Thank you everyone."

Professor Sprout walked in and said, "No need to thank me, Charlotte. I should thank you. Maybe what I said before was wrong. After graduation, you should stay in the greenhouse."

Charlotte smiled, talked to Sprout for a while, then left the Herbology Department and came to the library.

For so many days, Charlotte has ignored Tom Riddle's diary.

There were not many people in the library today, so he found a corner and took out the diary.

This diary is a Horcrux made by Voldemort when he was young. Compared with other Horcruxes, this one is less dangerous. There is no fluctuation in the diary itself. If you don't choose to open it, the diary will basically not pose any threat to people.

　193 Dumbledore is probably already looking for the whereabouts of the other Horcruxes. After all, it is not easy to deal with two demons, so he can only target one of them first.

Before targeting Voldemort, we must first ensure that there is no possibility of his resurrection.

Perhaps even Dumbledore doesn't know about this diary?

Thinking so, Charlotte reached out and opened the diary.

He picked up his quill and wrote in his diary: "Tom Riddle."

In less than a moment, the writing on the diary disappeared, and then a sentence appeared: "Hello, who are you?"

"Hello, young Mr. Voldemort." Charlotte thought for a moment, then wrote down this sentence.

This sentence disappeared quickly, and the diary did not respond for a long time, as if it had turned back into an extremely ordinary diary.

Charlotte wasn't worried about Tom not speaking, so she took out another book and started reading.

It was not until half an hour later that the next line of words appeared in the diary.

"What's your name?"

Even though he couldn't see Charlotte, Tom Riddle still felt a vague fear that there was someone in this world who knew that he was hidden in this Horcrux.

Logically speaking, when he made this Horcrux, even Dumbledore didn't know about it.

Charlotte thought about it and quickly wrote down the name she respected the most.

"Albus Dumbledore"

After writing this name, the diary remained silent for a long time.

If Dumbledore got his hands on this diary, he would definitely be able to sense who was inside and take action, which was to destroy the diary.

When the diary appeared, Tom Riddle fell silent for a moment. A vague sense of collapse and fear filled his heart. The person in the world who should least have gotten his diary actually got it.

Charlotte looked at the diary and the quill in her hand fell on it again.

"Are you afraid?"

"Why have you gone quiet?"

"Is it because the name scares you?"

Tom was not a fool. When he saw what Charlotte said, he immediately realized that the person holding the diary was playing tricks on him.

"Are you kidding me? You're not Dumbledore, who are you?"

Charlotte thought about it and realized that this question was easy to answer, but also difficult to answer.

Tom was only seventeen or eighteen years old when he made this Horcrux. That is to say, the soul in this diary was not the evil Voldemort who did not conceal his malice and evil at all, but a guy who was good at disguising himself and liked to use others to achieve his goals.

Is that so?

Charlotte smiled gently and wrote in her diary: "Gellert Grindelwald"

It's interesting when one's own people harm one's own people.

The diary fell silent again, and within a moment the words reappeared in it.

"Are you lying to me?"

"I remember Grindelwald was in Nurmengard"

Charlotte laughed secretly in her heart. It seemed that Tom didn't know much information?

It's quite interesting. It seems that Voldemort didn't say much when he handed the diary to Lucius. Indeed, this is a Horcrux, although the Horcrux is not Voldemort's.

But if the Horcrux is damaged, Voldemort's own strength will also be damaged.

There is absolutely no way that Voldemort would easily trust Lucius and tell him such an important thing.

Charlotte thought for a while, then wrote: "Nurmengard cannot trap me, young Tom Riddle. Perhaps you don't know that you are Voldemort's last Horcrux."