Flitwick: "Charles' Iron Armor Charm is a little different."
Mag: "It should be that the defense against the curse has been strengthened."
Sprout: "It's a pretty good improvement. Was it him?"
Dumbledore: "It should be Quirinus. He has been giving extra lessons to Charles recently."
Mag: "Quilinas has been very smart since he was a child. After switching to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class last semester, he just didn't adapt at first. Now he has become more organized and the students' feedback has also improved. I want to let him teach him next semester.
It’s okay to continue.”
Snape (gently): "Humph..."
Flitwick: "But he wants to bring Death Eaters from Azkaban to demonstrate the curse to the students. This is really crazy!"
Dumbledore: "Charles did a good job, now he realizes the problem he had with casting spells."
The principal immediately diverted the topic from the dangerous direction, and the others turned their attention back to Charles in the oil painting.
At this time, Charles was chased wildly by the sheep. These sheep seemed quite docile just now, but the next second they started spitting fireballs.
The fist-sized fireball doesn't look very powerful, but it explodes everything it touches, except teammates.
Charles immediately cast the magic armor spell taught by Voldemort on himself, blocking the first, second, and third fireballs, but he ran away when he saw the tsunami-like fireballs coming towards him.
However, those sheep didn't run much slower than him, and they had the ability to shoot while running.
Charles did not dare to run in a straight line and dodged many fireballs. The fireballs that flew ahead landed on the ground and instantly exploded the soil, leaving a hole of almost half a meter. He could only cast the magic armor spell while running and dodging.
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The wand was waved again, and an invisible shield appeared. At this time, Charles realized that his casting time seemed a bit long, almost the same as the time it took for the shield to be broken, and there was no time to fight back.
Moreover, he is not very proficient in mastering this spell. He is still far away from being able to cast spells without a wand, and he cannot stop his hands at all.
He suddenly discovered that his wand was too long, and the swing range was relatively large, and it took too much time to make a counterattack.
I looked up at the sky and saw that there was more than half of the golden sand in the upper part of the golden hourglass.
There was no way to go on like this, so Charles tried to shorten the spelling time, starting with reducing the amplitude of the wand swing.
"It seems that Charles has noticed it." Dumbledore was holding the tea cup, looking very leisurely, "I just don't know if it's too late."
It is difficult to change the habit of casting spells, and it usually takes a long time for wizards to change their habits.
Charles deliberately tried several times and squeezed out a little time.
"Silent spell?!" Mag looked surprised and delighted, "He can really bring unexpected surprises to people."
Charles seized a moment to turn around and confront the sheep behind him.
An invisible spell passed through a large area of flying fireballs, and a large area of sheep flew into the sky with a "baa" sound. The ground near Charles was also pockmarked by the fireballs, and the soil fell like raindrops.
After resisting this wave of attacks, he cast the magic armor spell again. At this time, many sheep were still floating in the air. The firepower of the sheep was greatly weakened, and they could withstand two rounds.
With a chance to counterattack, he used the Flying Curse to catch a sheep and prepared to smash the sheep, but the sheep flew over with a "bah" sound and met his eyes, looking pitiful.<
/p>
Charles was a little soft-hearted, and was immediately blown away by the concentrated fire.
Fortunately, he cast an ordinary armor spell on himself in time, and he just rolled around on the ground twice.
There was a big hole in the ground just now. Charles rushed over and jumped into it to avoid a wave of attacks.
A blue flame erupted from the pit, forming a wall of fire outside the pit, blocking the approach of the sheep and blocking the view, if they had any.
Once he had a chance to breathe, it was easy. Charles kept hitting the levitating spell to make the sheep fly high without spitting fireballs at him.
The hourglass in the sky finally leaked out, and everything around it changed in a few breaths.
The grassland turned into a canyon 20 to 30 meters wide and 500 to 600 meters long, with steep rock walls on both sides and water at the bottom. The sheep just turned into crocodiles, and the land under Charles' feet turned into a seemingly unattractive road.
What a sturdy raft.
Clearing the level this time is very simple, just go to the other end of the canyon. However, the canyons on both sides are very steep and there are no footholds, so it is difficult to climb over.
Charles looked at the five or six meter long crocodiles in front of him and exhaled. They probably couldn't fly.
Outside, Flitwick shook his head and sighed: "The Flying Curse can still be used like this!"
Dumbledore smiled and said: "Young people still have many solutions."
I saw Charles cast a floating spell on the wooden raft at his feet, flying himself more than ten meters into the air, and then used a flying spell on the cliff to drag himself over.
Dumbledore said to others: "It seems that Charles is lucky and has not encountered any difficult problems."
McGonagall had always been worried about Charles and shook her head and said: "Don't be too optimistic. No one knows what will happen next. I'm afraid I will encounter the same terrible thing as Severus."
Others nodded in agreement.
Next, Charles experienced trials such as a large group of dark wizards dressed like dementors and several magical animals that he had never heard of or seen. Suddenly he heard a voice appear in his head: "Next
What you want to challenge is the most fearful existence in your heart, and you can choose not to let people outside see it."
Charles thought for two seconds, and then the live broadcast outside stopped, making Dumbledore and the others jump up in fright.
The lady in the oil painting smiled and said to them: "Don't worry, this is just a secret that Charles wants to protect."
The professors breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this, and then looked at Snape together.
Now Snape's complexion is a little better, but his spirit is still sluggish, and it will probably take a long time to recover.
At the same time, Charles was holding his head tightly and huddled up, surrounded by darkness, and faint sounds came from a distant place. Although these sounds could not be heard clearly, they made him feel heartbreaking pain.
Even the curse is not even half as good.
His mind was filled with "death" and "destruction", as if his life would come to an end in the next moment, just like struggling under the water. As long as he gave up and sank into the mud at the bottom of the water, this pain would no longer exist.
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But he vaguely felt something calling to him, as if he had touched a fish thread and felt that it could pull him out of the water. However, after touching it a little, he found that it was washed away by the current and disappeared without a trace.
Charles finally chose to struggle for a while, and suddenly he firmly grasped a "fish thread" and "pulled" with all his strength. Suddenly, a sharp pain from his soul made him almost faint and let out a scream.
His soul was broken into many pieces. This "fish thread" is the connection between souls. Just like the network between Voldemort and Harry, this "pull" allows a soul fragment to merge with the "main soul". p>
A miserable cry was faintly heard outside. Dumbledore and the others jumped up and rushed into the doorway, but were immediately thrown out by an invisible force.
After screaming, Charles felt that he "touched" a very thick cable, and subconsciously pulled hard. After a while, he felt a dazzling white light all around him.
A ball of light got closer and closer to him as he "pulled the cable" deep in his consciousness, and finally penetrated into his head from the Tianling Gai.
After an unknown amount of time, Charles crawled out of the doorway on his hands and knees. Before he could get out, he collapsed from exhaustion.
Dumbledore and the others couldn't care less. They said hello to the lady in the painting, and then quickly retreated with Charles on his back.