Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

"Zizi honey candy."

After hearing the password, the Gryphon turned around, revealing the spiral staircase behind him, leading to the principal's office.

"Why do you know the password of the principal's office?"

Hermione frowned, a little puzzled, the four of them came to the principal's office today to accept Dumbledore's questioning.

"I've been here before, and the passwords are pretty easy to guess. As long as you know what Dumbledore likes to eat, try them one by one, and you'll always hit the mark."

Charlotte was not ashamed but proud, and her tone was quite proud. Like the big brother, she took the three little ones up, and she was very familiar with this place.

From the stairs, there is the headmaster's office area. There are portraits of Hogwarts headmasters on the wall, and their names and reign time are marked in detail below.

When Dumbledore saw them coming, he put down the books in his hands. The bookshelves on the long table and the walls were full of books. Judging from the degree of damage to the books, the owners of the books looked through them a lot.

The Pensieve is on Dumbledore's left hand side. Apart from making memories appear, this thing has no special function.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

The four of them stood in a row and said hello obediently. The principals pretending to be asleep in the portraits were secretly looking at these students. It was rare for so many little wizards to come to the principal's office at once.

Charlotte also said hello to Fox standing on the branch, Fox nodded, stopped paying attention to them, and concentrated on combing his feathers.

The three little ones also looked at this phoenix curiously. It was red all over, with a golden tail feather, and it was about the size of a swan.

Dumbledore didn't care about the distraction of the three, so he introduced something.

"Phoenixes are magical and immortal birds. As long as you gain their friendship, they will be your most loyal companions and you can completely entrust your life to them."

Charlotte subconsciously took over.

"As mentioned in the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", the singing of the phoenix has magical powers. It is generally believed that it can strengthen courage for people with pure hearts and release fear for people with dirty hearts. It is a proven fact that strengthening courage, It’s a magical creature that can come back from the dead.”

"Newt must be very proud of you as a disciple."

Dumbledore stroked his beard and joked that when Charlotte was a child, she traveled around with Newt, witnessed magical animals all over the world, and protected them. Her innate talent destined her to be extraordinary.

"Stop staring at Fox, come on, sit down first, tea or coffee?"

The three little ones shook their heads cautiously, but the old Charlotte asked for a few candies at ease, lemon snow candy, sour explosion candy, and took a big handful under Dumbledore's painful eyes.

Harm, the old man has bad teeth, it is right to eat less sugar, let the students bear these evil things for you.

Dumbledore clasped his hands and fingers together, listening to the four of them quietly, and finally Charlotte made a summary.

Ron made Hermione cry, the Halloween dinner did not return, leaving people worrying, and the taste was unknown, then Quirrell broke in and exclaimed: Troll!troll!

For a while, she was restless, did not report to the police, and was so anxious that she wanted to save people from the fire and water. When she left halfway, Charlotte panicked that several people were killed, so she took a short cut and overtook him. After a good fight with the giant monster, Harry Ron Found Hermione, but the troll was so powerful that he almost died!With Charlotte's assistance, only one life was spared.

The three little ones stared at Charlotte dumbfounded, although you did not lie, why did you say these words out of your mouth, so inexplicably tall!

Charlotte took a few sips of black tea and took it tactically slowly. Dumbledore was not surprised by this. It was the same way when he came to the principal's office last semester. He always said some strange words, but he could understand them anyway, right?

Dumbledore first appreciated the bravery of the few people, and then solemnly warned that the next time something like this happens, he must first notify the professor.

The tone is gentle, the content of the rest of the conversation is all about homework, how is the study, how about homework pressure, how about some cockroach piles?

Seeing Dumbledore put a desperately struggling cockroach into his mouth, with one leg still beating outside his mouth, the three little inner shadows were as big as a football field, and they shook their heads desperately.

The warm time with the principal didn't last long, and the principal politely invited him out of the principal's office.

"By the way, here is a letter for you."

Dumbledore stopped Charlotte, slowly opened the drawer, took out the top envelope, and handed it to Charlotte.

"A letter from your teacher saying he wants you to come over during the Christmas break."

Charlotte did not check the letter on the spot. After thanking her, she read the entire letter on the way to class.

"The teacher is still full of energy."

It contains Newt Scamander's travel experience during this period, seeing the Sphinx in Cairo, the kappa in the country of cherry blossoms, and the flower grower Bai Ze.

This class is Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Charlotte ignored the gazes of other people. Professor Quirrell worked hard on the top and followed the script, while the bottom ones were doing other things recklessly.

Jessica was sitting next to her, her chin resting on her hands, her eyes twinkling.

"Do you know what people call you now?"

"Let me think about it, the legendary hero who killed the troll?"

Charlotte flicked the quill, her fingers nimbly turned, the feather brushed against her skin, itching a bit.

"Hahahahahaha, you are a little expert in dismantling the giant monster! Can't think of it? Who is so talented to choose the name, isn't it? You really gave the giant monster to... torn apart as those people said?"

Charlotte looked at the people who were not interested in the class with a blank expression, her eyes kept looking this way, and she raised her eyebrows. Under Charlotte's gaze, Jessica made a gesture of sealing her mouth from the heart. Observe the nose, nose and mouth, and listen to the lectures honestly.

"Professor Quirrell!"

Professor Quirrell was taken aback. He looked at Charlotte with weird eyes. He obviously thought of something bad. His expression was a little fearful, and he stammered.

"What...what's the matter, Miss Charlotte."

"Professor, I just want to ask, what should we do if another troll breaks in?"

In order to dispel the desire of these ignorant little devils for trolls (fantasizing that they become the troll killers in Hogwarts), it is most appropriate to leave this issue to the perpetrators.

This issue can be discussed!The spirit of the little wizard rose in an instant, and dozens of pairs of Kazilan's big eyes stared at Quirrell.

"This question... um... I think it's best to run away when you encounter it. There is a detailed introduction to the troll in the book. Turn to page 53 of the textbook..."

Pretending not to hear the sighs of the students below, he started talking again on his own.

As long as I pretend well enough, none of you can trouble me!

His eyes glanced at Charlotte's raised hand, and he didn't know why any bad things could happen when he met this guy.

The troll who worked so hard to prepare died tragically. The last time he was attacked in the Forbidden Forest, damn Grindylow!In class, the Dark Lord forcibly possessed his body, which made his already overwhelmed body worse. He would not go to the Forbidden Forest to hunt unicorns, let alone be stunned by a sneak attack.

When he woke up in the office, he had a splitting headache, which made him think that he had been discovered by someone. He was about to run away, but later found that nothing happened, and realized that he should be a student who was wandering at night. In order to seal the stun, don't let him know who did these things, he must make his life worse than death!

Damn, there was Charlotte in that class, and she also killed the troll this time. Fortunately, I found out what was guarding the gate.

Charlotte didn't know the resentment under Quirrell's cowardly appearance. Seeing that Quirrell was determined to ignore her, she gave up the behavior of jumping repeatedly on the verge of death.

After class, the two of Charlotte, who had answered the letter, went to the auditorium for dinner. On the long table in Gryffindor, Ron was telling the story of the troll with great emotion to a group of excited junior wizards.

"The troll rushed towards me and Harry and Hermione like crazy, and it was too late, and then I held my wand tightly, and I thought to myself, I can't die here, I have to protect my friends People! Suddenly! Guess what happened?"

Ron's cadence and hesitation, he knows the truth that readers can't be used to it, and then under their impatient eyes, he will admit his cowardice from the heart.

"I cast the Levitation Charm, just like Flitwick taught in class, and I knocked the troll back!"

Just as Ron was talking, the Weasley twins surrounded Ron and started an exaggerated performance.

"My God! This is too dangerous." George.

"Then what happened afterwards, did the troll charge over again?" Fred asked.

Ron was already a little flustered at this time. Under the adoring eyes of the little wizard and the voice of exclamation, he got carried away. After being picked up by the twins, he blushed and drained the ink in his stomach. A wonderful one.

At the end of the story, Draco, who couldn't listen to it anymore, led his two followers to raise doubts.

"Did you just cast a levitating spell the whole time? Weasley, you just hid in the back and watched the show, which was obviously defeated by our Slytherin Charlotte."

Draco deliberately bit down on the word Slytherin.

Ron uttered a few times, but he didn't say why, and said with some lack of confidence.

"It's not just a floating spell..."

Amidst the boos of the crowd, Ron stepped down and did not forget to go back.

"That's what Charlotte did, what does it have to do with you, Malfoy!"

Charlotte, who could hear it clearly, didn't care that Ron downplayed her presence. Apart from being good at playing wizard chess, Ron was also good at telling stories.

"It is said that he has been like this all day today, telling stories about trolls to everyone, but the stories he tells are still a little level."

As Jessica said, she poked a piece of cake with a fork and enjoyed it, said proudly.

"We Slytherins won't be so impolite like the Gryffindor group, making a lot of noise during the meal."

"Ah yes yes yes..."

From last night to now, the intricate pure-blood relationship and family relationship of Slytherin students are destined not to be like Gryffindor, and there will be no congratulations.

Snape often used her as a negative teaching material in Potions class. Confronting trolls head-on is not what a qualified Slytherin should do. We should be wise and use all means to achieve our goals.