"Stop...stop beating! If you...keep hitting this person...he will die."
Quirrell huddled behind an armor in the corridor and carefully stuck out half of his head.
The armor trembled slightly, and that was Peeves hiding inside, covering his mouth with both hands, not daring to make a sound.
Charles finally stopped and walked away without saying a word.
Peeves waited for the sound of his footsteps to disappear completely, and waited for a while before daring to come out of the armor.
Quirrell walked over nervously, took off the sack, and subconsciously shrank his neck when he saw the pig head that even Lucius and Narcissa could not recognize.
Peeves never thought that he would have to send students to the school doctor's office one day. He and Quirrell carried his arms and legs, and went straight to the school doctor's office.
Voldemort used too much force to disturb Harry's broomstick during the Quidditch match. Recently, in silence, I could only sigh when I saw this scene.
It was pitch dark in an abandoned classroom, with only a slight sound of wind. The cold wind in the winter night poured in through the window, and it was as cold as a freezer.
The desks and chairs in the classroom were piled up to the wall and covered with dust. Charles found a chair at random and sat down on it regardless of whether it was clean or not.
Malfoy did not dare to go back to the Slytherin common room for three days and nights. He rested in abandoned classrooms that could be found everywhere in the castle. He only dared to go to the kitchen to eat. During class, he entered the classroom at the last moment and left at the first opportunity.<
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But this was useless in front of the Marauder's Map. When Charles freed up his hand to settle accounts with him, he found it all at once.
It was only after he finished the beating that he discovered that he originally wanted to beat someone to vent his anger, but he didn't expect to get more and more excited as he beat him, and finally got a little addicted to it.
The cold air made Charles' mind clearer. Recalling the past, it was true that he had never hit someone, but this feeling had never appeared before, which made him realize that his mind had been affected by black magic.
He remembered that when he traveled to Hangzhou a few years ago, the old man and the old man of the Xu family were bragging by the West Lake. Mr. Xu mentioned the relationship between magic and human nature, and that negative effects should be discovered and intervened early.
The method of early detection is not complicated. It is to "examine myself three times a day", recall what I did today, and reflect on it.
There are many methods of intervention, the simplest of which is to eliminate negative effects and prevent quantitative changes from accumulating and eventually forming qualitative changes.
Charles sat there motionless, emptying his mind and thinking about nothing, to see if he could clear that emotion and prevent it from accumulating.
He looked like he was sitting quietly, like a statue.
After an unknown amount of time, the door to the abandoned classroom opened, and Dumbledore walked in, followed by a tall mirror.
Dumbledore said there should be light, waved his wand, and there was light.
"Ah!"
The classroom suddenly became brighter, and Charles almost achieved an achievement: scaring Dumbledore to death.
Dumbledore patted his chest, gasping for air, and his long beard moved.
Even if he is well-informed, he will still be frightened when a large living statue suddenly appears less than half a meter away from him when he is unprepared, and his eyeballs like salted fish keep turning around. Dumbledore asked the mirror to stand in the innermost position of the classroom, looked at the little guy in front of him strangely, and couldn't help but ask: "Charles, why are you here? Who was bullied?"
Judging from his many years of teaching experience, first-year students hiding alone in a dark, unmanned classroom are basically being bullied, while senior students are mostly out of love.
"Just like the sun shining through the night...the dawn quietly cuts across the horizon..."
Charles suddenly started mumbling to himself as if talking in his sleep.
Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious. Thinking of this kid's talent for divination, he couldn't help but hold his breath for fear of disturbing him.
"A new storm has appeared... The Death Star flashed in the sky..."
Charles's voice was louder and softer. Dumbledore listened carefully, but sometimes he could only see his lips moving slightly but could not hear any sound.
When Charles finished speaking, his lips stopped moving. A few minutes later, his whole body suddenly trembled, as if he was tapped on the shoulder while he was immersed in playing with his mobile phone in class, and then his eyes gradually regained their brightness.
"Ah!"
Charles was startled by the serious-looking Dumbledore in front of him. He stood up and asked nervously: "Professor, why are you here?"
He was a little worried that Dumbledore would later say that Malfoy had been beaten to death and would now take him to Azkaban.
"Charles," Dumbledore asked him very seriously, "do you remember what you just did?"
Charles trembled and broke into a cold sweat. He thought that he was dead this time and could only seek leniency: "Professor, I'm sorry, I will never do this again."
Seeing that he was so scared, Dumbledore thought that he was frightened by being too serious, so he said kindly: "It doesn't matter, it's not a bad thing. If you can, tell me as soon as possible next time."
Charles was relieved. It seemed that Malfoy had not been killed and there would be no sequelae.
He also thought that the reason why Malfoy was beaten by him this time was for destroying school facilities. The principal must also be very angry and wanted to do it himself, so he just excused himself and said it was not a bad thing. However, this time the attack was too heavy and it would not end well, so
The principal asked him to report it immediately so that he could deal with it.
"I understand." Charles nodded and agreed, "If there is another time, I will tell you immediately."
Dumbledore nodded slightly and asked: "I'm not very clear about what happened just now. Can you tell me the details?"
Charles thought that the principal wanted a better ending, so he said: "I found the classroom where Malfoy was hiding tonight, and I happened to see him coming out, so I went over and put a sack bag over his head, and then beat him." "He didn't see me, and I didn't say anything. He definitely has no evidence to prove that I did it."
"But Professor Quirrell and Peeves saw it. As long as they don't say anything, it will be fine."
The classroom suddenly became quiet for a long time.
Dumbledore: "Did you hit Malfoy?"
Charles: "Ah?! That's not what you're asking about?"
His cold sweat broke out again.
So Gryffindor was deducted 20 points. Charles's second month of confinement at Quirrell's place had just ended, and he was about to start his third month of confinement: cleaning the castle with Filch every night for a month.
Charles admitted defeat, but was confused about Dumbledore's next question.
"I just... did divination again?" Charles frowned, "I don't remember it at all."
"Grandpa said this situation happened three times. I didn't remember it each time, but in hindsight, it was correct. The accuracy was higher than when I was in a trance."
He listened to what Dumbledore relayed about what he just said, and even he felt that it had no beginning or end. It could be interpreted to mean that Dumbledore or Voldemort would die, or it could be interpreted to mean the disintegration of the Soviet Union in the near future or the civil war in Yugoslavia next year.
I don’t even know what it means.
"Sorry." Charles said apologetically, "I don't remember what I just said at all, and I'm not sure what I meant."
Dumbledore couldn't help it after hearing what he said.