Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Work, the whole day is full of work, Charlotte looks numb when looking at the long schedule, Amy prepares breakfast intimately, and watches Charlotte deal with endless documents.

Gnarlak sent a message, and Andrew came to him again. According to the agreement, he only provided the information Charlotte asked him to give, so that Charlotte could prepare one step ahead.

This cunning old goblin, who plays Mission: Impossible better than anyone else, does not delay him from making money at all, except that he cannot touch his dear treasure. Thinking of this, he hates Charlotte, but Charlotte He promised to let him watch a big show, and he gave up.

If you are afraid of Gnarlak's retaliation afterwards, killing it will indeed be a one-hundredth, but such a useful talent, it is a pity to die, and everyone is not a deadly enemy. It is not advisable to lose both sides, and Gnarlak has no reason to offend this group of people. If they have the ability to catch him the first time, they can have the second time.

Charlotte covered her forehead, waved Amy away, took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and connected to Nick Flamel's communication.

"teacher."

Nicole Flamel's pale face appeared in the mirror, Charlotte's heart sank, and he brought a crystal ball in front of Charlotte.

"I've seen some very bad things about you from here recently." Nick Flamel touched the smooth surface of the crystal ball with a worried tone.

"I didn't think I would have anything to do." Charlotte spread her hands and showed the teacher the stacked documents on the desk.

"If something really happened, it should be a sudden death on my desk." Charlotte let out a long sigh of relief, pretending to be relaxed.

"Charlotte." Nick Flamel shouted, his solemn expression not eased by Charlotte's words.

Charlotte's eyes flickered slightly, and she straightened her upper body and looked directly at the teacher. "It'll be fine."

"What the hell are you doing, Charlotte?" Nick Flamel was a little troubled by the stubbornness of his disciples. Is this kind of thing passed down from generation to generation so strongly?

"Things that won't endanger others." But bloodshed was inevitable, and Charlotte smiled. "Why did the teacher suddenly think of divination for me?"

"Perenal was worried about you, so I looked on it, I don't know when and where, you will be surrounded by many people, I can't see the face, they move very fast, they can walk on the wall , You are dangerous, Charlotte." Nick Flamel stared straight at Charlotte with sunken eyes, trying to hear the truth from her mouth.

"I see." Charlotte's eyes half closed when he heard this. "I will be careful."

Nick Lemay saw her like this, so he didn't ask any more questions. Charlotte asked Mrs. Perenal's recent situation. It all turned into takeaways, and she spent all her energy on making the flowers bloom better.

Charlotte expressed sympathy, dissatisfied with the teacher whose wife turned a blind eye to him, what a pity.

"By the way, is there any hope for me to learn prophecy?" Although Charlotte gave up her divination class and chose arithmetic divination that looked more scientific but not magical, it didn't mean she wasn't curious about divination, it was just that Trelawney Her crazy and crazy temperament really made her unable to arouse her interest in going to class.

"Well, it mainly depends on talent."

After chatting with the teacher about divination, Charlotte chose to give up. She couldn't see the future from the crystal ball, only the thick mist shrouded it. The conversation between the two ended. Charlotte thought about what the teacher said, and looked for Send out that invitation letter, Alex.

"Teachers who are thousands of miles away know that your plot is wrong, and it is meaningless." Charlotte held the letter between her fingers, her eyes turned cold.

After Nick Flamel ended the call, he sat on the sofa and thought for a long time. Under Perenal's disapproving gaze, he sent a letter to Dumbledore.

"Is it really good to do this?" Mrs. Perenal stopped clapping her sweater.

"It's just an old man's worry. It's nothing. Dumbledore wouldn't hurt her, he wouldn't do that." Nick Flamel also didn't approve of his friend's monitoring of his students' behavior. His worries It is not an exaggeration for Nick Flamel to say that it is a fantasy, but he always has a good eloquence to convince others to believe him.

"I just hope you won't create a barrier because of this, she's very smart..." Mrs. Perenal didn't feel like knitting anymore.

"As you said, maybe she already knew."

The outside world's capture of magical animals was in full swing. Most of the Aurors were involved, and only a small number of people stayed behind. All departments of the Ministry of Magic were working overtime for this matter, making them moan.

The sky darkened quickly, the dusk had left, the night was rolling out, and the sky was dotted with silvery moonlight.

Central Park, known as the back garden of New York, has a small zoo here, which has been closed. There are no tourists hanging out here, and the sea lions playing in the pool don't know the danger is coming.

Newt lowered the body of the people around him and held his breath. The guys who had been hiding in the tropical jungle during the day to avoid the crowds came out to look for food. They were huge and made a lot of noise when they entered the water. When the captive sea lions reacted, they had already entered the water. Hukou.

The fishy blood flowed onto the surface of the water, staining the pool, and it was particularly eerie under the moonlight.

"It found a cafeteria for itself." Newt watched the big guy bite a baby sea lion. The sea lion screamed and was bitten off by sharp teeth and filled its stomach.

The ferocious human face, the blood and flesh on the three rows of sharp teeth, gave out a soft humming sound. If you put this appearance in the crowd, you are sure to scare a few to death. The lion's torso and the long scorpion tail.

An extremely dangerous manticore, native to Greece, is a magical animal created by wizards and cannot be tamed. Newt put it in a box and never found the right time to send it back to his hometown in Greece. go.

Newt motioned the others to stay still. It would be no easy feat to catch this big thing. The hide of the thing repels all known spells. Under his gaze, he lowered his body and surrendered to him.

With the shortage of Aurors, the operation led by Vivienne went smoothly. Looking at the scene in front of her, she laughed wildly.

The ruins were ruined, valuables were emptied and taken away, and the people who carried the belongings showed a small part of their arms. The hands that should have been skin were covered with a layer of smooth and thick green scales. As long as you get close to these people, you can smell them. The fishy smell, comparable to the smell of rotting dead fish, is unbearable.

The clerk who was looking at the store in the store was thrown on the ruins by them, and Vivienne clapped her hands to signal.

"We're going to the next location, dear." Vivienne led the group of guys away from the ruins, stepped on the plaque, and walked away.

The plaque reads 'Lopez Potions', the property of a descendant of Carlos Lopez, one of the Twelve Aurors.