A day at Hogwarts

"Don't...don't hit! If...you beat me again...you will die."

Quirrell shrank behind a piece of armor in the corridor, and poked out half of his head cautiously.

The armor trembled slightly. It was Peeves hiding inside, covering his mouth with his hands, not daring to make a sound.

Charles finally stopped and walked away without a word.

Peeves waited for the sound of his footsteps to disappear completely, and waited for a while before he dared to come out of the armor.

Quirrell walked over nervously, took off the sack, saw the pig's head that even Lucius and Narcissa couldn't recognize, and shrunk his neck subconsciously.

Peeves never thought that there would be a day when he would send students to the school infirmary. He and Quirrell went straight to the school infirmary, carrying hands and legs.

Voldemort used too much force to disturb Harry's broom during the Quidditch match. Recently, in silence, he could only sigh when he saw this scene.

An abandoned classroom was pitch black, with only the sound of the wind. The cold wind in the winter night poured in through the windows, as cold as a freezer.

The desks and chairs in the classroom were all piled up to the wall, covered with dust, Charles found a chair at random, and sat down directly regardless of whether it was clean or not.

Malfoy didn't dare to go back to the Slytherin common room for three days and three nights. He rested in the abandoned classrooms that could be seen everywhere in the castle. He only dared to go to the kitchen to eat. He entered the classroom at the last moment during class and left immediately.

But this is useless in front of the Marauder's Map, and when Charles freed his hands to settle accounts with him, he found it all at once.

It was only after he finished the fight that he realized that he originally wanted to hit someone to vent his anger, but he didn't expect that the more he fought, the more excited he became, and finally became a little addicted to it.

The cold air cleared Charles' mind a little. He recalled that he had hit someone before, but this feeling had never happened 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. The old man Xu mentioned the relationship between magic and human nature, and that negative effects should be detected and intervened early.

The method of early detection is not complicated, that is, "I examine myself three times a day", recall what I did today, and reflect on myself.

There are many ways to intervene, the simplest of which is to eliminate negative impacts and prevent quantitative changes from accumulating to form qualitative changes.

Charles sat there motionless, emptying his mind, thinking of nothing, to see if he could empty that emotion from building up.

He just seemed to be sitting still, like a statue.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the abandoned classroom opened, and Dumbledore walked in, followed by a tall mirror.

Dumbledore said let there be light, waved his wand, and there was light.

"ah!"

The classroom suddenly brightened, and Charles almost achieved an achievement: scaring Dumbledore to death.

Dumbledore patted his chest, gasping for breath, his long beard moving.

Even if he is well-informed, he will be frightened when a statue like a living person suddenly appears less than half a meter away from him when he is unprepared, and his eyeballs like salted fish keep spinning around.

Dumbledore let the mirror stand in the innermost position of the classroom, looked at the little guy in front of him strangely, and couldn't help asking: "Charles, why are you here? Who bullied you?"

Judging from his many years of teaching experience, the first-year freshmen who hide alone in the dark and unmanned classrooms are basically bullied, and the senior students are mostly broken-hearted.

"Like the sun shining through the night...the dawn creeps across the sky..."

Charles suddenly began to mutter to himself as if in a dream.

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious, remembering that this kid had a talent for divination, he couldn't help holding his breath, for fear of disturbing him.

"A new storm has appeared...the star of death is flashing in the sky..."

Charles' voice fluctuated from time to time, and Dumbledore listened carefully, but sometimes he could only see his lips moving slightly but could not hear the slightest sound.

After Charles finished speaking, his lips stopped moving. A few minutes later, his whole body trembled suddenly, as if someone tapped his shoulder when he was playing with his mobile phone in class, and then his eyes gradually recovered.

"ah!"

Charles was taken aback by the serious Dumbledore in front of him, stood up suddenly, and asked a little nervously, "Professor, why are you here?"

He was a little worried that Dumbledore would say that Malfoy was killed later, and now he was going to take himself to Azkaban.

"Charles," Dumbledore asked him very seriously, "do you remember what you did just now?"

Charles shivered for a while, and broke out in a cold sweat. He thought that he was dead this time, so he could only ask for leniency: "Professor, I'm sorry, and 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's okay, it's not a bad thing, if you can, tell me as soon as possible next time."

Charles was relieved, it seemed that Malfoy was not killed, and there seemed to be no sequelae.

He also thought that Malfoy was beaten up by himself this time because he destroyed the school facilities, and the headmaster should be very angry too, wishing to do it himself, so he opened the net and said it was not a bad thing. But this time the attack was too heavy, and it didn't end well, so the principal asked himself to report it immediately so that he could deal with it.

"I understand." Charles nodded and agreed, "If there is another time, I will definitely tell you right away."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and asked again: "I'm not very clear about what happened just now, can you tell me the details?"

Charles thought the headmaster wanted to finish it off better, so he said, "I found the classroom where Malfoy was hiding tonight, just in time to see him coming out, so I went over and covered his head with a sack, and beat him up."

"He didn't see me, I didn't speak, and he definitely had no proof that I did it."

"But Professor Quirrell and Peeves saw it, as long as they don't say anything, it's fine."

There was a sudden silence in the classroom for a long time.

Dumbledore: "Did you hit Malfoy?"

Charles: "Huh?! That's not what you asked?"

His cold sweat broke out again.

As a result, Gryffindor was deducted 20 points. Charles's second month of confinement at Quirrell 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 admits, but is at a loss for Dumbledore's next question.

"Did I just...divinate again?" Charles frowned, "I don't remember at all."

"Grandpa said that this happened three times. I don't remember each time, but it was right after the fact. The accuracy rate is higher than when I was in a trance."

He listened to Dumbledore's retelling of what he said just now, and even he felt that there was no beginning and no end. It could be interpreted as the death of Dumbledore or Voldemort, or it could be interpreted as the disintegration of the Soviet Union soon or the civil war in Yugoslavia next year. Ghosts don't know what it means.

"Sorry." Charles said apologetically, "I don't remember anything about what I just said, and I'm not sure what it meant."

Dumbledore couldn't help but hear him say that.