Hogwarts: The Strongest Animagus Ever

Intelligence: 9

Mana: 8

Spells: Occlumency (2nd level), Killing Curse (0th level), Illuminating Curse (0th level), Disarming Curse (0), Obstacles ()

Transfiguration Mastery (0)

Potions Mastery (0)

Skill points: 11

I gained three skill points from yesterday's class, one from today's spells class, two from Defense Against the Dark Arts, and five from the system reward, which makes a total of eleven points.

Among the spells he has learned now, the most powerful ones should be the Killing Curse and Thunderbird Form. The former can kill if hit by one, and the latter has the power to destroy the world in a small area.

But neither of them can be used properly, especially the Thunderbird form, which is too conspicuous.

After weighing the pros and cons, Charlotte decided to upgrade the Killing Curse first. After all, this time he was facing the Dark Lord. Even though he was just a remnant soul, he still had to be fully prepared.

After the Killing Curse reached level nine, it could not be upgraded any further, so Charlotte used the remaining two skill points on the Disarming Curse and Obstacle Spell.

So, his spell became like this.

Killing Curse (9th level), Occlumency (2nd level), Defending Spell (1st level), Obstacles (1st level)...

After exhaling lightly, Charlotte murmured:

"Now I finally have some power to protect myself."

"Hey, Charlotte!"

At this moment, Ron's voice pulled him back from his trance. Charlotte looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"

Ron said:

"How's your flying skill?"

"I can't fly at all." Charlotte spread her hands and said.

Ron said very discouragedly: "I just received some very bad news. We have to take Madam Hoch's flying lesson with the Slytherins. That Malfoy guy is going to show off again. I feel sick just thinking about it!"

Yesterday's Potions class had already made Ron sick enough, and he didn't expect to have flying class with Slytherins again today.

The most important thing is that Malfoy has been bragging about his flying skills in front of everyone since he entered school, and his father often takes him to play Quidditch games.

He also complained that if first-year students at Hogwarts were not allowed to join the Quidditch team, he would have become the youngest Seeker in Hogwarts' history.

Ron had heard enough of these words, but it seemed that no one in Gryffindor was good at flying, and Neville, who came from a wizard family, had never even touched a broom.

He could even imagine Malfoy's hateful face later.

Charlotte didn't care about it. He smiled and said:

"Ron, believe me, this is nothing to worry about. Now, I'm going to find Professor Quirrell!"

Chapter 12: Magic Notes

Standing at the door of Quirrell's office, Charlotte took a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door.

"Squeak!"

The old oak door opened automatically, and Quirrell sat behind a desk with a smile on his face. He waved and said:

"Come in quickly."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked to a low table in the office, picked up a silver-black teapot, and said to Charlotte:

"Would you like a cup of black tea that I brewed myself? This was given to me by a good friend when I traveled in Romania last year. It tastes really good, and paired with some waffles, it's simply perfect."

Charlotte didn't dare drink what he poured for her, and refused repeatedly:

"No, Professor. I just had a large portion of curry chicken rice and a full glass of pumpkin juice in the restaurant."

"That's such a shame."

A trace of regret appeared on Qi Luo's face. He picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, then said:

"Speaking of which, I was once a genius in Ravenclaw College. After graduation, I was spotted by Professor Dumbledore and stayed here to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"But I have been teaching for many years and have never met a student as talented as you, so I decided to give you special teaching. From now on, you don't have to study step by step like everyone else. I will give you special guidance."

If it were anyone else, they would have been overwhelmed by the surprise given by Quirrell, but Charlotte was very clear that there must be something wrong when things were out of the ordinary.

He showed extraordinary magical talent in front of Professor McGonagall, Snape and Filius Flitwick, but these people never gave him any special treatment.

Although Charlotte knew something was wrong, he still showed a look of surprise on his face.

"Professor Quirrell, is this... is this really okay?"

"Of course!" Quirrell said with a smile, "Your talent is worthy of my special teaching, and we are Ravenclaw, there is no need to be bound by those rules and regulations."

After saying that, Quirrell handed a notebook with a black cover to Charlotte.

"This is the note I made when I was studying at Hogwarts. It contains my experience in learning Defense Against the Dark Arts, as well as some other more advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. You can take it back and study it yourself. If you have any questions, you can come to me for help."

Charlotte took the notebook carefully. He did not open it immediately, but said with gratitude;

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell. I will not let you down."

"I look forward to your performance, and hope you can bring glory to Ravenclaw." Quirrell said with a smile.

Watched Charlotte walk out of the office.

Quirrell bent down and said in a very humble voice:

"My dear master, I have done as you ordered. I will definitely turn this child into your most loyal servant!"

The next second, a hoarse voice immediately sounded in the office.

"No, you can't! He doesn't believe you at all. He has been holding the wand tightly in his right hand. The magic power in his body is extremely agitated. He may give you Avada Kedavra in the next second... However, this is really an interesting little guy. He is simply a natural born dark wizard. You don't have to worry about him anymore. I have my own way. How is your task of cutting off the Philosopher's Stone going?"

Hearing the voice, cold sweat on Quirrell's face had already flowed from his forehead to his chin, and his body was shaking with fear.

"My dear master, I have found out that the Philosopher's Stone is hidden by Dumbledore in Hogwarts, but the gate is guarded by a three-headed dog. I have found out how to deal with the three-headed dog. I only need one chance to get the Philosopher's Stone."

"I hope you can keep your promise..."

The hoarse voice gradually disappeared in the office room, but Quirrell did not dare to stand up for a long time.

And the other side.

After walking out of the office, Charlotte went straight back to the dormitory.

He simply didn't believe that Quirrell would be so kind as to give him a notebook that recorded his experience in casting Defense Against the Dark Arts spells. As for what was recorded in this notebook.

Charlotte guessed that it was probably a record of some powerful black magic, trying to lure her into becoming a dark wizard.

Unfortunately, Voldemort miscalculated.

Thinking of this, Charlotte moved a few meters away, waved his wand and opened the notebook.

The next moment, a dazzling light shone from the notebook, and Charlotte felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss. After a moment, his vision returned to clarity.

This is a dark cemetery, surrounded by tombstones and strangely shaped trees.

At this moment, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared, holding a wand that looked like a bone in his hand. After seeing Charlotte, he said in a very strange voice:

"Welcome, Charlotte Elvis. You can call me Tom Maward Riddle, or... Voldemort. Congratulations on being the one I chose. You will be honored to be the servant of the most powerful wizard in the world. Come forward and let me bestow the glory on you!"

As Voldemort's voice rang out, Charlotte felt his body becoming somewhat out of control, a bit like he was under the Imperius Curse.

But Charlotte immediately calmed down, waved her wand and shouted at Voldemort:

"Avada Kedavra!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of green light defeated Voldemort not far away.

But in the blink of an eye, Voldemort reunited in front of Charlotte and roared angrily:

"You ignorant and lowly maggot, you actually dared to cast the Killing Curse against your great master. You should know that Voldemort is immortal. You will soon pay the price for your stupid behavior..."

As he spoke, a powerful aura rushed towards Charlotte.

"Noisy!"

Charlotte said this lightly, and then he turned into a big bird with six wings and soared into the sky.

In just a moment, hurricanes began to blow throughout the cemetery. A huge vortex appeared in the clouds above the sky, and silver-white electric snakes were constantly moving in the vortex.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a loud roar, a huge flash of lightning illuminated the entire cemetery.

Voldemort turned to ashes in an instant; the ground beneath his feet was torn apart instantly, revealing a pine wooden floor. Charlotte came to her senses and found herself back in the dormitory, and everything that had just happened seemed to be just a dream.

"This is the Dark Lord that was rumored, is this it?"

"Ding~! Congratulations to the host for defeating a strand of Voldemort's will. You will be rewarded with 20 skill points and the dark magic Imperius Curse!"

It was just a wisp of the Dark Lord's will, but it rewarded twenty skill points!

If Voldemort were really killed, wouldn't there be thousands of skill points rewarded?

Just when Charlotte was overjoyed about getting twenty skill points, in a room in Hogwarts, Quirrell was kneeling on the ground trembling, and his turban had disappeared.

A ferocious face on the back of his head was roaring:

"Kill you, I must kill you!"

Chapter 13: Huge Gains, Malfoy's Challenge

Charlotte picked up the notebook that had fallen on the ground. The spell that Voldemort had cast on it had been broken by him, and the contents inside were revealed.

After flipping through a few pages, an excited smile suddenly appeared on Charlotte's face.

Although Quirrell did not have any good intentions, there was one thing he did not deceive Charlotte about: this was indeed his research notes on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

From the simplest disarmament and obstacles to the very difficult Patronus Charm, armor protection and thunderbolt explosion, all kinds of dark magic defense spell casting techniques and training experience are recorded in great detail.

With this notebook, he can learn many spells that can only be learned in higher grades in the first grade, and his strength can be improved to a considerable level in a short period of time.

"The only trouble now is the big boss Voldemort. Although I just successfully broke his spell, I not only exposed myself to his sight, but also alerted him. This time, he will definitely hide deeper, and it will be difficult to find him!"

After thinking for a while, Charlotte still couldn't come up with a perfect solution.

Forget it. This guy’s strength hasn’t recovered yet anyway, and he doesn’t dare to do anything reckless in Hogwarts. Besides, his target is the Philosopher’s Stone. I just need to wait and find him.

When the time comes, just kill him with Avada Kedavra!

The next day, on the Quidditch pitch.

Charlotte yawned listlessly. He had been reading Quirrell's notebook last night. The spells described in it were so wonderful that he didn't realize it was almost dawn.

He doubted that Quirrell's level was enough to write something of such quality. Perhaps the notes actually belonged to Voldemort himself.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up!" Mrs. Hodge's loud shout startled Charlotte, and he quickly stood up straight.

"Each of you stand next to a flying broom, stretch out your right hand, place it on top of the broom, and then say loudly, Get up!"

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

The crowd shouted in a noisy manner.

Charlotte also shouted, but he didn't expect the broom on the ground to fly into his hand with a whoosh.

He looked at the broom in his hand in surprise, then looked at the classmates around him, and found that the only ones who could do this were Malfoy, Harry Potter, and another boy from Slytherin House.

Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, while Ron's broom bounced slightly.

Charlotte didn't expect that he had an extraordinary talent in flying, but after thinking about it, he felt relieved. He had fused the blood of the thunderbird, the overlord of the sky.

After everyone was able to summon a broom, Mrs. Hodge demonstrated to everyone how to correctly board a flying broom and how to prevent themselves from falling off. She patiently corrected everyone in the team how to hold the broom correctly.

Including Malfoy, who boasted about his excellent flying skills.

"Okay, when I blow the whistle, you push off the ground with your legs. Push hard, a few feet off the ground, then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground!"

"Three, two, one, start!"

As the whistle sounded, a sturdy figure shot into the air like a rocket.

"Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!"