Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 482 You Completely Angry Me

"An alliance?"

Madame Maxime was somewhat surprised after hearing the news conveyed by Fleur.

She stood up from her huge chair and paced back and forth, wondering if there was any trickery involved.

Furong sat quietly in the chair, unsure whether what Erica said was true.

When it comes to the interests of the school, personal relationships play a limited role.

Finally Madame Maxime said to Fleur, "Good girl, you should go and rest."

"The Christmas ball is coming up soon. You should enjoy a happy Christmas. I will take care of these things."

"I will have the professors at the school go to Durmstrang to interview Agard."

"I'll also have someone contact Krum to find out what he means."

Fleur stood up and said, "Yes, Madame Maxime."

As she was about to leave, Madame Maxime asked her again: "Have you found a partner?"

Fleur replied, "I have found it."

Madame Maxime nodded, probably thinking it was Charles who told her to go back and rest.

At the same time, Charles crawled through a wall and came to a courtyard. He walked into the atrium and saw a magic wand floating in the air.

Peeves floated beside him, and seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, he asked, "Boy, you haven't thought about it yet?"

Charles was silent for a moment and asked him, "Is this really a good idea?"

"If that magical power is as strong as you said, and only a very small number of people can use it, it is very likely to bring destruction if it is released rashly."

"Power brings ambition. It is useless to rely on moral constraints. An imbalance of power means war. Only a balance of power can bring peace."

Peeves said, "Whether it's good or not is up to you. I'm just here to watch the fun."

"Don't you want to restore your memory?"

Charles hesitated, weighing the pros and cons for a long time.

He gradually came to terms with his amnesia. After all, he didn't become stupid, nor did he forget who borrowed money from him. If he forgot about borrowing money from others, he just had to let it go.

Charles finally shook his head and said, "Forget it. If you open a box that brings disaster because of your own selfishness, it will not be worth it."

Peeves added, "But your grandfather has been kidnapped. If you don't give them the power, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Charles wavered again, thinking about the records in his diary, and said, "It's no problem for my grandfather to protect himself. As long as we catch the kidnapper's accomplice, we can use it to exchange for my grandfather."

Peeves said quickly: "That's not what I meant. What I meant was that if your grandfather did it, it is very likely that Harry Potter would be affected, and even suffer irreversible damage."

A string of question marks popped up in Charles' head. What does this have to do with Potter?
But he quickly noticed the important information in what Peeves said: "Do you know who the kidnappers are?"

"Who else but Tom Riddle," said Peeves.

After he finished speaking, he realized that he had let something slip, and that many people didn't know about this.

Charles then asked, "What is the relationship between Tom Riddle and Harry Potter?"

Peeves turned to go.

Charles stopped in front of him and asked again: "Peeves, do you know a lot of things?"

"I haven't asked you yet, why did a woman say that you knew there was a powerful magic power here that could restore my memory? Why did you bring me here directly when I came to find you in the dungeon that day, and before I explained my purpose?"

Peeves was suddenly frightened and flew around in the air, screaming, "That woman is still alive?"

"Impossible. She said she would not use the Philosopher's Stone. She said she would die. Death is her destiny!"

Suddenly, Peeves flew to Charles, held his face and looked at it from left to right. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You don't look like her, so you're probably not her descendant." Charles pushed him away and said, "Of course I don't look like that woman."

Peeves looked at him for a moment, then said uncertainly, "You look a bit like her from the neck down."

This time it was Charles' turn to be surprised. He said, "It seems that I am not talking about the same person as you are."

He told Peeves about the appearance and figure of the woman he had dreamed of that day, saying that the curvy figure must be different from his current one.

Peeves breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, saying, "You're talking about her. I was scared to death."

"The one you saw was just a puppet made by that woman. Just treat it as if you were the Sorting Hat with legs."

After Peeves finished speaking, he began to look at Charles carefully again and asked doubtfully, "Are you the one she was looking for back then?"

Charles frowned and asked, "Who is she and who is she looking for?"

Peeves just said, "If you are related to her, you will know it sooner or later. If not, you don't need to know it."

"I can only tell you that five hundred years ago, that woman came here and studied the magical power below. Before she left, she said it was not what she wanted."

"It was your grandfather's idea to bring you here. He bought me a communication notebook."

Charles was shocked and asked, "Grandpa can use the magic power below?"

"How else would he know?" Peeves said.

Charles was confused. If that was the case, then why was he kidnapped?
He found that he couldn't understand many things because of his amnesia, and perhaps it would be better to restore his memory.

Peeves took the opportunity to walk away while he was thinking, so as to avoid being questioned about Harry and Voldemort.

Like him, Charles passed through the thick wall and appeared at the end of a corridor.

"Good evening, my dancing partner."

He came out of the wall and found Helen appeared on the other side of the wall, apparently waiting for him.

Helen raised her wand, a light appeared on the tip of the wand, and asked expressionlessly, "What's behind the wall?"

Charles was still in the state of passing through the wall, and suddenly he sank into the wall and disappeared.

Helen turned around quickly, fearing that he would appear from behind.

But Charles appears from the ceiling, flies down and knocks her against the wall.

"Don't move!"

Helen found herself pressed against the wall again. This time, her hands and wand were firmly fixed in the stone, unable to move at all. Charles' face was so close to hers that her nose was almost touching.

Charles pinched her chin, his eyes as cold as the Antarctic glaciers, and said in a voice as cold as the Arctic wind: "Woman, you have completely angered me. Although I agree to cooperate with you, if you continue to provoke my anger, I can't guarantee what I will do."

Helen said, "Your grandpa...ah!"

"Hehe..." Charles increased the strength of the hand that pinched her chin, "Don't forget, I lost some of my memories. He is like a stranger to me."

"If he dies, I wouldn't mind adding a new family member to the family with you!"

Helen's face suddenly turned whiter than snow.

There are many dark rooms in Hogwarts Castle. If you are imprisoned in one...

She didn't dare think about what was ahead.

Charles sneered, his eyes changed, and he said softly: "You are quite beautiful. I am looking forward to you doing something irrational, hehehehe..."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left. With a wave of his wand, the surrounding walls turned into a sarcophagus that wrapped Helen up, leaving only a ventilation hole. The sarcophagus then grew four legs and followed Helen out.

Helen felt that she was surrounded by endless darkness and didn't know where to go. She wanted to shout loudly, but suddenly found that she couldn't make any sound.

She suddenly thought, could it be that Charles really wanted to imprison her in a secret room?
Charles tied the sarcophagus to a branch of a big tree by the lake that extended into the lake. The sarcophagus would disappear before dawn, and then... plop!
(End of this chapter)