Hogwarts: The Strongest Animagus Ever

Malfoy swallowed subconsciously. He lost to Charlotte, a Mudblood, under Snape's guidance. Given Snape's personality, he would not be put in detention, would he?

Thinking of this, his hands trembled and all the porcupine quills in his hands fell into the crucible.

Oops!

Malfoy was startled, and before he could react, the crucible exploded with a bang, sending out a cloud of black smoke, and his fair face and golden hair were all turned black.

The funny scene immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"Quiet!"

Snape shouted angrily, looking at Malfoy who was about to cry but had no tears, and said:

"Ten points for Draco Malfoy! Come to my office after class for detention!"

After saying this, Snape wrapped his black robe tightly around him and left the classroom like the wind.

Malfoy wiped the black dust off his face, walked up to Charlotte, and said viciously:

"Just wait, you lowly mudblood, I will definitely make you pay!"

Hearing the word "mudblood", most of the students present showed indignation on their faces, only Charlotte didn't care. He said:

"You are not even as good as a mudblood. What qualifications do you have to show off here? You'd better go to detention immediately, noble Master Malfoy."

"You...just wait, I want to duel with you..." Malfoy was extremely angry.

If his face wasn't covered in black and gray at the moment, Charlotte estimated that his face would have turned red all the way to his neck.

"That's going to have to wait until you've closed it up."

Chapter 10: A mission as difficult as ascending to heaven

Seeing Malfoy being humiliated, a smile appeared on everyone's face.

After thousands of years of development, the entire wizarding world has few authentic pure-blood wizards left. Even the legendary twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families have begun to accept half-blood and pure Muggle-born wizards.

Some families who refused to intermarry with non-pure-blood wizards in order to maintain the purity of their bloodline have disappeared in the long river of history.

The word "Mudblood" immediately offended more than half of the people, and everyone really didn't like Malfoy's arrogant look.

"Hey, well done Charlotte." Ron came up and said, "Would you like to go watch the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin later? My two brothers, Fred Weasley and George Weasley, are Gryffindor's beaters. This year's Hogwarts Quidditch Cup will definitely belong to us, Gryffindor!"

Charlotte shook her head and said:

"Sorry, I'm going to the library to read later, so I won't go to watch Quidditch with you."

What he wanted to do now was to supplement his magical knowledge as much as possible. He really had no interest in Quidditch or anything like that.

Ron spread his hands and said helplessly:

"Well, you Ravenclaws are all nerds after all. Hermione, do you want to come watch Quidditch with us?"

Hearing Ron's invitation, Hermione said expressionlessly:

"If I were you, I should go to the library to review my lessons. Otherwise, the next time Snape gives you a hard time, you'll still be dejected and at a loss. Besides, we've already been deducted six points!"

"Aren't you the one who caused Gryffindor to lose the most points?" Ron said with his head held high.

"you……"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Charlotte quickly stood between them.

"Ron, Hermione, you two should calm down for a moment. Perhaps we can go watch Quidditch first, and then go back to the common room to review our lessons. Besides, Slytherin has the most points deducted today, right?"

Seeing that the two of them fell silent, Harry cast a grateful look at Charlotte.

Ravenclaw is indeed the smartest group of people in the entire Hogwarts. Just a simple sentence can resolve the conflict between the two people. If it were me, I would have no idea how to persuade them.

Hermione said:

"For Charlotte's sake, I'll go and take a look."

Hearing this, Ron pretended to be nonchalant and said proudly, "I promise you will love Quidditch!"

Then everyone came to the Quidditch field. The Gryffindors and Slytherins had already started fighting for the spot in the air. As soon as Ron got up, he shouted at the two boys who looked exactly the same in the air:

"Fred, George, come on!"

At this moment, the system prompt sounded in Charlotte's mind.

"Ding~! Please join the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and help the team win the Hogwarts Quidditch Championship. Reward: 50 skill points, random Defense Against the Dark Arts, task time limit: seven years at Hogwarts."

Charlotte's eyes lit up instantly, fifty skill points.

This is a windfall!

If I can accomplish this, then the matter of fusing the bloodline of the next magical creature can be put on the agenda.

However, although there are a lot of skill points, the difficulty of the tasks is not low either.

Among the four teams in Hogwarts, the strongest is Slytherin, followed by Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and finally Ravenclaw. It is almost impossible to make Ravenclaw win the championship.

And starting from this session, the child of destiny, Harry Potter, is about to make his debut, which raises the difficulty to a new level.

Before this, Gryffindor had not won the championship trophy for four consecutive years. The year before Harry entered school, Gryffindor was defeated by Slytherin by a large margin.

As a result, as soon as Harry came on the court, he caught the Golden Snitch and defeated the arrogant Slytherin.

In the following few sessions, except when the event was cancelled due to special circumstances, the championship trophy was basically all won by Gryffindor.

Thinking of this, Charlotte let out a long sigh.

"Fifty skill points are not easy to earn!"

After watching the game for a while, Charlotte finally understood why Slytherin had been able to win the Quidditch championship for several consecutive years. Their playing style was too dirty, and they would do anything to win.

To describe it in three words, it's shameless.

Although Gryffindor's style of play was aggressive, it seemed a bit limited and defeat was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before the Slytherin Seeker caught the Golden Snitch and won the practice match.

The Lion Academy is already having such a hard time, not to mention the Eagle Academy and Badger Academy.

At the same time, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall stood in the middle of the office. Dumbledore took his wand, pulled a wisp of memory out of his mind, and put it into the Pensieve. He turned around and said:

"You can successfully perform Transfiguration in the first class? That's really an incredible talent."

Professor McGonagall said:

"I have checked. Charlotte Elvis was born in a Muggle family. He has never received any wizard education and it is impossible for him to learn Transfiguration in advance. He even bought his wand the day before he entered school. Albus, he is definitely a genius. We can train him as a future member of the Order of the Phoenix."

"I'm not surprised that he's a genius in Transfiguration, after all, the core of his wand is made of thunderbird feathers, but Snape told me today that Charlotte is also very talented in potions." Dumbledore paused for a moment and then said:

"I see Tom's shadow in him. Don't do anything for now. Let's wait and see."

Hearing the word Tom, a figure suddenly appeared in Mag's mind. Her pupils shrank slightly, and a hint of fear flashed across her face.

"I see, Albus. I will keep an eye on this little guy. By the way, I heard that you asked Hagrid to take out the Philosopher's Stone. Is Gringotts not safe either?"

Dumbledore turned and said:

"As long as Voldemort is not completely eliminated, no place in this world will be safe. I took out the Philosopher's Stone to verify one thing."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall nodded, turned and left the office.

The moment the door closed, Dumbledore came to the desk and sat down, then gently closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

"What a strange little guy, the prophecy can't see his existence at all, what is the reason for this situation?"

Chapter 11: Quirrell's Invitation, Full-Level Killing Curse

Charlotte didn't know that he had attracted Dumbledore's attention. At this moment, he was reading a thick book with great interest.

This is a book about spells. Charlotte is very interested in the content of spells. Besides, the first class tomorrow morning is the spells class taught by Mr. Filius Flitwick, the Head of Ravenclaw.

The night time at Hogwarts is rather boring. Students cannot go out at will. If they are discovered, they will be deducted credits at the very least, and may even be put in solitary confinement at the worst.

However, Ravenclaw students don't seem to like going out. They either gather together to discuss problems or hide in a corner to read. Charlotte likes this atmosphere very much.

In the spells class the next day, Charlotte was still the first person to successfully cast the levitation spell.

This spell is not very difficult, it's just that the spell itself is a bit difficult to pronounce.

The second class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, made Charlotte perk up, because the teacher of this class was Quirinus Quirrell, in whose body resided the famous Dark Lord Voldemort.

Charlotte even thought that if she went to report to Dumbledore right now that Voldemort was hiding on the back of Quirrell's head, the direction of the entire wizarding world would change dramatically.

But when he thought about it carefully, he found that this approach was not feasible.

One is that he has been exposed to magic for too short a time, and the other is that Voldemort is not so easy to destroy. Voldemort cannot be killed until his Horcruxes are completely destroyed.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need for me to take this risk.

"Disarm!"

In the classroom, as Charlotte recited the spell, a ray of light flashed on his wand, and the dummy opposite was knocked to the ground instantly, and the wand in the dummy's hand was also knocked away.

"Excellent, very perfect casting!"

Professor Quirrell, who was wrapped in a purple turban, clapped his hands and walked towards Charlotte. He looked at Charlotte with admiration and said:

"If you encounter dark wizards or magical creatures outside of Hogwarts in the future, I hope you will not panic, because panic will only slow down your spellcasting speed or cause your spellcasting to fail, which will lead to very serious consequences."

Then, Professor Quirrell gave everyone a defensive spell called Obstacles.

Charlotte still succeeded in releasing it in one go.

This scene immediately brightened up Professor Quirrell who was standing nearby. He was also a graduate of Ravenclaw and was hired as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts because of his talent.

However, in all his years of teaching, he had never seen a student with such high talent.

"Very good, Charlotte Elvis performed well, and Ravenclaw gets 10 points!"

"Ding~! The host has been awarded credits by the professor in four consecutive classes, and is awarded 5 skill points!"

Hearing this, Charlotte smiled. He actually gained five skill points at once. What a good man, Professor Quirrell. He quickly said:

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell."

"You're welcome. You deserve it." Quirrell said with a smile, "By the way, after this class, come to my office."

Going to the office?

Charlotte was slightly stunned. If it was any other teacher, he would have agreed without hesitation, but this Filius Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort.

This is the great devil that the entire wizarding world fears. If he wants to attack me, I will be in trouble.

Seeing that Charlotte didn't answer, Qi Luo smiled and asked:

"What, is there a problem?"

"No, there isn't."

Charlotte nodded in agreement. If she agreed, maybe everything would be fine. Refusing to agree would arouse suspicion. Besides, she was in the dark while Voldemort was in the light, so the situation was very favorable to her.

Hearing Charlotte's answer, Quirrell showed a satisfied smile on his face, then turned around and walked out of the classroom.

The moment he turned around, Charlotte felt himself being stared at by a cold gaze. He turned around quickly, not daring to look at the back of Quirrell's head again.

Could it be that Voldemort really noticed him?

impossible!

Harry Potter is right next to you, shouldn't you pay more attention to him?

"To be on the safe side, I have to make some preparations!"

Thinking of this, Charlotte opened his attribute bar.

Name: Shiloh Elvis

Age: 11

Race: human

Occupation: Wizard (Animagus)

Talent: Thunderstorm

Power: 8