Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Charlotte stopped dancing, staring fixedly at the ignorant bee. The poison horn beast's eyes couldn't see it, but he could feel something dancing on its head repeatedly. The beast's glowing cysts climbed up and down.

Waving the small wings, the needle on the buttocks pierced in. Although the needle was inserted, the poison horn beast's skin was not broken, but its own tail needle broke.

The poisonous horned beast opened its mouth wide, its eyes were scarlet, and it pouted its hoofs and rampaged regardless. Charlotte rolled aside nimbly when seeing this.

Under the horrified eyes of the two, the anxious poison horned beast rushed into the sunflower field, stepping on the sunflower flower pole with its huge four feet.

Even though Charlotte closed the book when the poison horn beast rioted, there were still large sunflowers falling to the ground, and the golden petals covered the ground.

Fortunately, this virtual poison horn beast does not have the venom explosion ability of a real poison horn beast, otherwise they can see the scene of this sunflower field turning into ruins.

The culprit, the little bee, was frightened. She patted her butt and left the flower bush, turned around and went to find another more beautiful garden.

Leaving Charlotte and Nick Flamel covered in cold sweat in this sunny day, Charlotte looked at the sky and the earth but did not look at Mrs. Perenal who came out to check passively, and the little girl who Nick Flamel avoided. His eyes were exactly the same as those of his disciples.

"My garden!"

Mrs. Perenal was furious. Is it so difficult for an elderly person to spend the last period of his life quietly, drinking tea, taking a lunch break and taking a walk next to the sunflower!

"Charlotte, you go in first." Mrs. Perenal suppressed her anger and did not speak harshly to Charlotte. In her eyes, Charlotte was still a child, and the old man was mainly responsible.

Under the eyes of Nick Flamel asking for help, Charlotte scratched her cheek and chose to advance and retreat with her teacher.

"Actually, the main responsibility for this matter lies with me. I seem to have reversed the materialized magic pattern, causing the creatures to come into contact with reality. The changes in the environment made them panic. I'm sorry, ma'am, I will tidy up your garden."

Madame Perenal cried out in distress, hugged Charlotte, and stroked her head.

"It's not your fault, my dear." He blamed his old man while talking.

"People who are hundreds of years old, can't they be more prudent? Charlotte can do everything by herself, why do you need a teacher like you? Be a living Bodhisattva?!"

It was wrong to say anything at this time, Nick Flamel coaxed his wife very quickly in a low voice.

Nick LeMay has the idea of ​​letting Charlotte solve things independently and grow up quickly, and doesn't want to use his own thinking to fix her vision. With Charlotte's talent, maybe a hundred years later there will be another Nick LeMay 2.0 version, but it wasn't the Charlotte he wanted to see.

He sighed secretly, saying that he was not in a hurry, but his worry about time had already affected Charlotte, right?The Philosopher's Stone had already been destroyed by them, and only relying on the elixir of life in stock, there was not much time left for them.

Charlotte, who was finally let go by Mrs. Perenal, turned around and hugged Nick Flamel, giving silent comfort.

I will do it, not for anyone, but I can do it if I want to, Charlotte said in her heart.

"Oh, Charlotte." Mrs. Perenal couldn't bear this warm scene, and immediately put down her hand that was about to grab the old man's ear. They hugged each other like a family.

In the end, the three used quick recovery to restore the sunflower field, and Mrs. Perenal specially drew an area for them as an experiment site.

In order to prevent them from carrying out range bombing every now and then, and repeating repeated orders, safety is the first priority, and don't ignore them when they start experiments in a moment of enthusiasm.

In the past few days, Charlotte has lived in seclusion, and all work matters are handed over by a double-sided mirror. Emma's beautiful face appeared on the mirror, and her hands were twirling her hair.

"Hello, oh my, look at your two big dark circles." Emma moved closer to the mirror, her eyes widened as if she wanted to see herself through the double-sided mirror.

Charlotte stepped back a little calmly, staring at the mischievous woman expressionlessly, with her arms folded.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes, the time of the banquet has been set, this time the Lestrange family will take the lead~."

"Lestrange." Charlotte dug out the history of the family from the back of her mind. "The surname of an ancient, stubborn and corrupt pure-blood family. The family history is not far behind that of Cuthbert."

This family originated in France, and the Lestrange branch of the country is a branch, but this branch has already been abolished, except for a treasury of treasures, which has existed in name only, and all direct descendants have entered Azkaban, which is notorious.

Like the Gaunt family, they are extreme bloodists, love black magic, practice inbreeding, and have a bad reputation in the magic world, but most people will still give face to their family's wealth.

"Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, seem to be the last heirs of the Kingdom." Charlotte recalled these two names.

"And Rabastan, Rodolph's younger brother." Emma added a name.

"It's miserable enough for this family to be harmed by his ineffective descendants." The two sons and daughter-in-law are all Azkaban unlimited packages, Charlotte raised her legs and swayed up and down.

"It seems that the family is also sparsely populated, and the generation who will support this family is still a young man who just graduated from Beauxbatons." Charlotte empathizes with his situation at this time, surrounded by wolves, and a group of young people are there Staring at him eagerly, he wanted to bite off a mouthful of bloody flesh from the young Patriarch.

It's still a little different. There are a few old people in his family to support him.

"Hilfield Lestrange, graduated from Beauxbatons last year with excellent grades, majoring in alchemy, 19 years old, pretty good looking, high-quality single youth." Emma straightened her skirt. "Audrey likes this. If he can be a little stronger, it will be more delicious."

"Alchemy..." Charlotte tapped her fingers on the table. When she met with Nick Flamel, Audrey and Jessica were guarding her, and the news could not be leaked out. The banquet should not be for this purpose.

"Would Audrey be willing to go to this banquet?" Charlotte asked.

"She doesn't care, but on Lestrange's invitation list, families with three generations of mixed-race Muggle wizards are not invited, especially the Delacour family."

Emma knew what Charlotte meant. Lestrange rejected some existences that would tarnish the blood of wizards. Pure-blood families who were not serious were not eligible to attend their banquet. The position was placed quite high. Clear up your situation.

The previous Patriarch of Delacour married a Veela, and the blood of the descendants flowed with the inferior blood that the noble pure-blooded family of Lestrange hated.

This kind of mixed-blood wizard will be discriminated against by extreme pure-blood wizards, but Veela blood has charm blessings, and the treatment is much better than that of giant-blood mixed-blood wizards, and compared with the atmosphere of France and the country, it is very good. Be open.

All kinds of mixed blood are not uncommon, the mixed blood of the horse..., the xp of the human can be unpopular, but really don't be evil.

Lestrange's move directly attracted a lot of enemies, who didn't do anything dirty, just revealed the difference between being exposed and hiding, and looked down on everyone equally.

If Audrey, a vampire, were to be allowed to attend this banquet, it would be to trample their faces under their feet and tear away the fig leaf from their prosperous and powerful appearance.

"The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, so offending people, I don't think this move is the decision of the young new owner." Charlotte motioned Emma to dig out the information of Hilfield, and quickly glanced over it. The finger tapped on the name of the column of relatives.

"This, and this, these are the holders of the rights of the Lestrange family."

"It's so pitiful." Emma said pitifully, but her eyes were full of calculations. This young patriarch wondered if he could withstand the joint suppression of other pure-blood families.

Emma, ​​who is familiar with Charlotte's character, knows quite well what she will do next.

"Bring the Delacour family along." Charlotte said. Cuthbert has always advocated getting close to the Muggle half-bloods and making friends with pure-blood families. Lestrange did this because he wanted them to stand in line. Eliminating dissidents, Charlotte really went like this, and the outside world may not know how to spread it.

Delacour should know where his feet are if he doesn't want to be lost in the crowd.