A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 359 Change of appearance
"What the hell?"

"None of Peeves is as cunning as you!"

Jack looked at Charles unhappily. He didn't expect this kid to be so capable.

Charles sighed depressedly and continued to eat his breakfast.

Who could have thought that he actually took seriously the trick I played on Voldemort in my first year.

Charles didn't know that Voldemort didn't believe all of his nonsense about the 103,000 magic books at first, but Hogwarts received a large number of alchemy books sent by Nicolas Flamel, and then Voldemort believed it.

"You are no less serious," Charles said to Jack. "I am still a little scared that you might capture Voldemort and breed him with Bellatrix to continue the Gaunt bloodline, and then leave the child to me to raise."

He understood now that the old man had knocked out a Death Eater in Azkaban, and then switched the identities and went to Voldemort's place to eat for two days.

Jay shook his head and said, "Now Voldemort's body is that of a snake. God knows what will come out of it."

"By the way, let me ask you something."

"In your memory, Voldemort used Harry's blood to revive. Could it be that he carries Harry's genes?"

Charles was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "It's possible. Hehe, it would be interesting if Voldemort's eyes were the same as Harry's."

If Snape saw that Voldemort had the same eyes as Lily, the scene would be too beautiful to imagine.

Jack thought it seemed very interesting. No one could stop Voldemort's resurrection, not even Dumbledore.

"By the way," he said to Charles, "the mark on the hands of the Death Eaters is quite interesting. Grindelwald and I spent a long time studying it before we succeeded in replicating it. Would you like to have one?"

Charles shook his head and said, "Forget it, you should give it to Harry or Dumbledore."

The scene of Harry and Dumbledore rolling up their left sleeves in front of Snape to reveal the Dark Mark is exciting to think about.

It would be even more exciting if Penny were in its place.

Charles asked again: "How do I remove that mark?"

He was a little curious, why didn't those Death Eaters who escaped punishment remove the symbol?
Jack replied: "It is not easy to eliminate. It has countermeasures. Ordinary methods of elimination will cause great pain and irreparable harm to the owner."

Charles heard something and asked, "What about the unusual method?"

Jack replied: "Eliminate it before the countermeasure takes effect."

Charles nodded thoughtfully.

After breakfast, Jack really wanted to go to Shunde. Before leaving, Charles gave him a stack of envelopes and asked the old man to chat with those future bigwigs and promise that he would invest money in them when they wanted to start a business in the future.

Jack understood that he was making more connections and laying the foundation for the future.

Soon after Charles returned to Farbottom Castle, August Rookwood came directly to him.

In the reception room, the Shanghai figure brought a cup of steaming hot coffee. Rookwood drank most of it in one breath and felt much warmer and more energetic.

Charles noticed that he looked thin and not in good spirits, and it seemed that he had not eaten well in the past few days.

"Let's have some cake first." Charles asked the Shanghai doll to bring a plate of small cakes.

Rookwood didn't care about his image and finished the cake on the plate in the blink of an eye. The cake was extremely delicious and the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life.

Moists gradually formed in his eyes. When he was young, he was also a big shot in Hogwarts. He had been praised by Dumbledore several times. With full marks in the Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination, he went to the Ministry of Magic and became a Unspoken Person.

The Unspeakables are high-level professionals in the Ministry of Magic. Their research is too confidential to be revealed, and the Time-Turner is one of their achievements.

This job had a high income and status, and he was a respected wizard with a happy life. How come he suddenly ended up suffering in Azkaban, being looked down upon by his companions when he was released, and finally being assigned a mission to die by his master?

When it comes to playing with people's hearts, Grindelwald is one of the best.

There is no need for coercion or inducement, just strike at the softest part of the heart.

"Drink something and don't choke." Charles opened a bottle of happy water and placed it in front of Rookwood.

The cake was a bit dry, and Rookwood choked a little while eating it, so he drank all the happy water in one breath.

"Burp..." Rookwood burped and his face turned slightly red.

Charles asked the Shanghai dolls to take away the empty plates and bottles, refilled the coffee, and then started to talk about business.

He asked Rookwood: "Mr. Rookwood, what do you want to do with me?"

Rookwood replied: "I heard that Mr. Smith opened a company and wanted to get a position here."

Charles hesitated for a moment.

The fact that Rookwood can serve as the Unspoken Man in the Ministry of Magic shows that his magical level is very high. The Ministry is in need of high-end talents right now.

Moreover, Charles will be studying at Hogwarts in the next few years and will also be busy with other things, so it would be much more convenient to have a British wizard to assist him in the company.

From these two points of view, Luke Wood fully meets the requirements for employment.

However, there is still a problem to be solved.

Charles said to him sincerely: "Mr. Rookwood, I am very happy that you can join our Phoenix Logistics Company, but there is one thing I need to clarify with you first. Please think carefully before making a decision."

Rookwood thought the highlight was coming and prepared himself mentally.

Charles continued, "We will have former house-elves and Squibs on staff. Would you be willing to work with them?"

Rookwood blinked, as if he had heard something incredible, even more incredible than Peeves becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He became a Death Eater because he believed that wizards were the noblest. In his eyes, Muggles and house-elves were inferior.

But what does it matter? Now he has no place to stay outside and can forget about working in the Ministry of Magic. If he leaves here, he will only become a thief and robber, not to mention that he doesn't know what means the Dark Lord will use to punish him.

"I think..." Rookwood gritted his teeth, "No problem."

Compared to being tortured and losing his life, working with house-elves and Squibs is not a big problem.

Charles held out his hand, and Rookwood shook it automatically.

Rookwood suddenly thought of something. He seemed to have never asked a single word about his origins.

At this time, Charles smiled and said, "Mr. Rookwood, have you ever thought about cutting ties with your past self and embracing a new life?"

Rookwood was startled and felt a chill all over his body. He felt that he had no secrets in front of the young man in front of him.

Charles continued, "I can help you find a Muggle plastic surgeon who can cut off some of your facial bones and change your face shape so that others can't recognize you. As long as you don't drink the potion that can grow bones back, you will never change back."

"Then there will be no more Death Eater August Rookwood, and you can choose a new identity, such as Chris Hemsworth from Australia."

There was a sudden silence in the reception room, and after a moment the sound of Rookwood's heavy breathing could be heard.

Rookwood was different from other Death Eaters. He was undercover in the Ministry of Magic at the time, and in order to avoid being discovered, he did not have the Dark Mark on his hand.

If Igor Karkaroff, now the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had not turned him in to escape punishment, no one would have known that he had helped Voldemort gather intelligence from the Ministry of Magic.

As long as he changed his appearance, Voldemort would have no way of finding him.

Half an hour later, Charles took Rookwood to a house four streets away from 3 Privet Drive. The owner of the house came to a private plastic surgery hospital.

Not long after the host invited the guests into the house, a voice was heard in the living room.

"Registration is required to perform major cosmetic surgery on customers."

Charles put a wad of pounds on the coffee table.

“It’s Christmas break.”

Charles put down another wad of pounds.

"Plastic surgery is not something I can do alone. We are a team. In addition to me, there are nurses and anesthesiologists..."

Every time someone is mentioned, a stack of pounds appears on the coffee table.

(End of this chapter)