Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 457 The plan is huge

"The person who casts the Cruciatus Curse on you in your dream will be the one whose name will be engraved on your heart for the rest of your life."

"The Cruciatus Curse in a dream represents the arrival of the most important wizard in your life."

"The Cruciatus Curse represents a love that is unforgettable."

……

Voldemort remained silent as he looked at the thick stack of books on dream interpretation in front of him. The interpretations of the Cruciatus Curse in the dream interpretation and divination book that Lucius had just bought were the same as the one he had bought before.

This makes the smart brain crash.

However, Voldemort did not know that there was such a thing as plagiarism and publishing books in this world.

He remembered something else and started looking through books to find out what it meant to dream about someone cursing you with a terrifying, singing spell.

Harry was in better condition, but was a little depressed.

"I had a dream where there was a flash of red light and then pain all over my body, like the Cruciatus Curse," he told Hermione and Ron on the way to the canteen.

Hermione whispered, "Does the scar hurt?"

Harry recalled for a moment and replied, "I feel pain all over my body."

Ron said worriedly, "Go to the school infirmary after breakfast. It's probably some kind of curse that makes people dream as if they were under the Cruciatus Curse."

Harry thought for a moment and said, "The first class today is Herbology, so I should wait until Potions class."

Ron thought it made sense.

As everyone sat down, Hermione suddenly remembered something and said, "This curse may be external. Try Occlumency while you sleep."

Harry had previously told them that he was going to learn Occlumency from Snape.

As a result, Harry had a conflict with Snape on the first day, and now he is learning from Moody.

Harry nodded and said, "Then I'll try it tonight."

Charles, who was sitting opposite, asked casually, "What is it?"

Harry whispered to him about his dream last night.

Charles said seriously: "You can't just try it, you have to do it."

Seeing how serious he was, Harry reflexively shrank his neck and immediately replied, "Okay."

Charles nodded. He had not originally planned to cast the Cruciatus Curse on the Horcrux tonight, but since Harry wanted to try Occlumency, he would work overtime.

Voldemort?
No mercy!
As the Halloween draw draw drew closer, Dumbledore became busier and busier.

It seems that the eccentric students of Durmstrang really were searching for a treasure trove, and they actually found one.

"Only Garlon!"

Helen was depressed.

A voice she had been waiting for appeared behind her: "Is Garlon not okay?"

Helen turned around and said happily, "Good evening, Steve, I didn't expect to see you!"

Steve looked at the pile of dozens of Galleons stacked in a column and said, "It looks like you've got a good harvest."

He looked at the tapestry on the wall again. It was an automatically generated family tree. The last name and the person at the bottom surprised him.

Helen shook her head and said, "This is not what I'm looking for."

Steve curled his lips and said frivolously: "So what do you want, me?"

Helen blushed and lowered her head, biting her lip: "Is this how you always talk to ladies?"

Steve said, "Only beautiful ladies."

After he finished speaking, he immediately took two steps sideways, and a spell flew from behind him and hit the pile of Galleons. "Boom!"

The pile of galleons was cast under a spell and a fierce fire was ignited. The fire spread rapidly and filled the entire treasure house in the blink of an eye.

In the corridor outside the treasure house, Steve held a small wand only 127mm long, pointed it at the temple of the person who had just cast the spell, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to throw you in?"

The person being pointed at broke out in cold sweat. Just now Steve just looked back at him, and the next moment he appeared beside him without any warning. If he had wanted to attack him, he would have been dead by now.

Helen hurriedly said: “Steve, she is my sister Helena!”

Steve smiled and said, "I know, otherwise she would be dead now, or she would be Peeves' girlfriend."

Helena looked at Steve with cold eyes and said without any emotion: "Stay away from my sister!"

Steve sneered and said in a voice as cold as liquid helium: "As long as you stay in the dormitory during the curfew, we won't meet."

"You should be thankful that I didn't tell anyone else about this."

"Ma'am, you don't want to be bullied by Peeves in the middle of the night, do you?"

Helena suddenly raised the wand in her hand, but just when she raised it halfway, she was hit by two spells in succession and flew backwards.

She fell heavily to the ground with a loud bang, and it sounded like she fell quite hard.

Helen looked at Helena worriedly, then looked at Steve nervously.

Steve just waved them back and turned away.

He had no time to take care of their affairs, as he was busy casting the Cruciatus Curse on the Horcruxes. Tonight it was Hufflepuff's cup.

After casting the Cruciatus Curse, you have to go to the secret room and plant the Japanese Devil's Snare that just arrived today.

Now it seems that the Horcrux has been moved to another place, and they might find it.

A few minutes later, Filch followed the sound of something heavy falling and came here, and almost found Fred and George who were strolling around the castle at night and also came to check on the situation.

When Charles returned to the common room, Hermione was alone, reading by the fireplace.

He placed a bowl of caramel brulee in front of Hermione, which was made with egg yolks, sugar, milk and whipped cream in a pudding-like manner.

When Hermione saw it, she asked, "Did Fleur give it to me because she didn't want to eat it anymore?"

Charles rolled his eyes at her and said, "Forget it if you don't want to eat it."

Hermione shoved the magazine in her hand into his outstretched hand, took the caramel brulee, broke the caramel crust on the surface with a spoon, and took a delicious bite.

Charles sat down and flipped through this month's issue of Magic Puzzles. He asked, "Do you know of any book that describes the private treasure house in the castle?"

Hermione thought for a moment, shook her head and said, "There are books that mention this kind of private treasure house is an unspoken secret among British wizards and is not discussed publicly."

Charles frowned.

The first thing that came to his mind was that the people at Durmstrang had British channels to know about the private treasure vault. After all, Karkaroff was British.

But it doesn't make sense when you think about it. What kind of treasure is worth Karkaroff doing this for?
The combination of these three elements, private, treasure, and valuable, must have left traces in history, such as the Elder Wand or something like that. Could it be Voldemort's nose?

Charles suddenly remembered something and everything clicked for him.

He thought of a possibility that Karkaroff was following Voldemort's orders to find the old man's strange magical power!
After all, Voldemort had a criminal record. He was looking for it in his first year, and he was also looking for the soul fragments in the notebook, and he made a groundbreaking discovery.

Since he could influence Harry by stimulating the Horcruxes, when he used the Avada Kedavra Rainbow to destroy the Horcrux fragments, would he be able to let Voldemort see the situation in the same way?

Such as that special wand, the surrounding situation, and myself.

The more Charles thought about it, the more possible it seemed to him. After all, the old man had changed "A History of Hogwarts" into "Hogwarts: A History". Everyone has friends and relatives. When Voldemort was studying or had just graduated, with his social skills, he could have found out by asking middle-aged or elderly women who were close to that time.

The most urgent thing for Voldemort now is to recover his body. Put yourself in Harry's shoes and think about it. He was defeated by Harry for no apparent reason back then. If he chooses this powerful force that makes at least half of the wizarding families in Britain wear mourning, can he avenge his past defeat?

Charles pinched his chin and thought for a moment, a weird smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)