In the school infirmary ward, Dumbledore, Flitwick and Charles were lying on their own beds. They had just drank the potion prescribed by Madam Pomfrey.
Dumbledore held the parchment in the Chamber of Secrets with a very serious expression.
Soon after, the parchment came into Flitwick's hands, and he studied it equally seriously.
"Not a word," said Flitwick, and handed the parchment back to Charles.
Dumbledore also said: "I didn't see any writing on it either."
Charles held the parchment and said: "I saw words and pictures on it."
Just as he was about to read out the above content, Dumbledore waved his wand, and a transparent cover that could see some refraction of light enveloped them.
Then Dumbledore and Flitwick heard Charles saying: "Jiliguala... bah bah bah..."
The two looked at each other and finally shook their heads together.
Dumbledore was proficient in many languages, but he had never heard what Charles was talking about now.
Flitwick pondered and said: "I think there was a confusion spell on that parchment too, making him think he was reading out what was on it."
Dumbledore thinks it makes sense.
Charles quickly discovered the abnormality of the two men and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Flitwick said to him: "What you just recited were messy and meaningless sounds. I see that there is also a confusion spell on this parchment, and I don't want you to recite it."
Charles thought that magic was really amazing, so he put the parchment aside, organized his words and said: "These are magic spells related to lightning. The first one is to cast a bolt of lightning. If there are other enemies next to the target, the lightning will
It will jump between enemies. The second one is to create a thundercloud on the enemy's head, and the lightning falling from the cloud can attack the enemy. The third one is a bit strange, it uses electric current to stimulate the body and enhance the wizard's spell.
Strength."
After listening to this, Dumbledore and Flitwick began to discuss. The first two spells didn't sound special, but the third one was a bit rare. It was not a British style, but a common magic in the East.<
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After a moment, Dumbledore said: "Charles, do you remember the metaphor I told you about magic and the teapot?"
After Charles nodded, Dumbledore continued: "The third kind of magic is like temporarily widening the spout of a teapot so that the wizard can use more magic at one time. I think you should have thought of it by now. If you can't master it proficiently, just
Like Seamus Finnigan."
"If you are interested in learning it, then learn it. It was placed in Hogwarts and you got it, so it should belong to you."
Charles felt relieved after hearing what he said, and planned to start learning these spells soon.
At this time, he remembered something and asked Dumbledore: "In Filch's situation, could it be that he couldn't use the magic spell because the teapot had no spout?"
However, Dumbledore's answer made Charles feel a little sad.
There is only indifference and discrimination against Squibs in the wizarding world. No one studies the reasons for this phenomenon. Even Dumbledore doesn't know what Squibs are.
At this time, someone came to the ward. It was a big deal for the principal to be admitted to the school infirmary, so Professor McGonagall immediately came to understand the situation after receiving the notice.
"Who are you?"
When Professor McGonagall first saw the three people on the hospital bed, she didn't recognize them.
The three of them were badly shocked just now, and now they have an extra nose compared to Voldemort.
But this is not a big problem. For wizards, just sleep.
It's just that Charles "slept" in the school infirmary for three days and three nights, and was kicked out by the impatient Madam Pomfrey when his hair was half grown.
In the evening, Charles and Filch had to go to the castle to clean up.
This day was uneventful, except that Peeves opened all the windows in a corridor, and the snow outside drifted in. It took some time to clean up, but no new secret room was found this time.
During this period, Charles was working, Filch was cursing Peeves, and Mrs. Norris was huddled at his feet.
After today's confinement ended, Filch returned to his office, preparing to add some oil to the lamp in preparation for tonight's patrol.
There was a candle burning on the candlestick, and the flame suddenly flickered.
Filch didn't pay attention, opened the drawer and took out a funnel.
Under the candlelight, you can see several books such as "Simple Charms" placed in the drawer.
At this moment, Filch suddenly felt someone grabbing his Tianling Cap.
Before he could react, he felt a strong current entering his body from the top of his head, and there seemed to be countless bugs crawling in his body.
Soon after, these bugs all converged into a powerful current, rushing through the body.
Filch felt very uncomfortable and wanted to scream but couldn't make any sound.
At this time, a voice sounded in his ears: "Remember the path of the current. Whether you can use magic depends on it."
Filch's mind went blank for a moment, and soon "the ability to use magic" filled his mind.
Soon after, the man's hand left his head, and Filch felt an electric current left in his Heavenly Spirit.
The voice said: "Whether you can use magic depends on your next efforts. Remember, keep it secret."
Filch turned around and saw that there was no one behind him, so he asked cautiously: "Who are you?"
At this time, the voice sounded at the door: "You can call me Lan Meng."
Filch sat on the chair and gasped for a while. With trembling hands, he opened the bottom drawer of the table. After hesitating for a moment, he took out a clean wand.
He took a deep breath and waved his wand, only to see a few small electric sparks appear on the top of the wand.
At the same time, at the gate of Hogwarts, Dumbledore stood there with a serious expression.
Now that Hogwarts has become Diagon Alley, anyone can come, so what’s the point?
Under the moonlight, a middle-aged man wearing a blue suit and white hair appeared in front of Dumbledore.
This man doesn't look like a wizard, but a common successful person in London.
"Good evening, Lord Dumbledore." The man bowed slightly towards Dumbledore.
Dumbledore asked: "Who are you, where do you come from, and what do you do here?"
The man said sincerely: "I'm sorry for not informing you in advance about trespassing into your school. We have always kept a low profile and in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we did not notify you."
"Many years ago, a leader of our organization had a good relationship with a professor who traveled to the East. At that time, we were about to face a very powerful enemy and were in danger of being destroyed. The leader gave a piece of inheritance to the professor to take back.
Hogwarts to prevent the inheritance from being cut off."
"The leader died in that catastrophe, leaving no words about the inheritance, leaving only a crystal plate. When someone gets the inheritance, they will be informed using the secret language passed down from generation to generation among the leaders."
"Many years have passed, and that inheritance is not important to us, but in order to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands and damaging Blue Dream's reputation, I came to see how this person's character is."
"Charles Smith's conduct is acceptable, and I am quite satisfied."
"When I left, I happened to see someone in your school who had a lot of time and money but couldn't get it for himself. Our program included "help if we can", so we gave him a little help."
After hearing this, Dumbledore did not take out the Elder Wand. It was difficult to see what he was thinking. After a moment, he asked: "Do you know Rogers Steve?"
The man frowned slightly and replied: "I have never heard of the person you mentioned, but there is a person in Hydra named Steve Rogers. He is about the same age as you, but he looks similar to me.
, I wonder if you are talking about him."
Dumbledore asked again: "What organization are they?"
The man replied: "We have had contact with Hydra. Their history is more than a thousand years old. Their goal is to find wizards on other planets."
Dumbledore looked at him and asked: "So what is your goal?"
The other party puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Everyone can use magic!"
Then he said apologetically: "I'm very sorry. The time is almost up and I have to rush to London to catch a plane. If you still have questions, I will pay you a formal visit next time."