A day at Hogwarts.

Chapter 465 Catch Him
The atmosphere in the Potions classroom was still gloomy, even when there were guests coming to study.

Harry and Ron were mixing a potion to treat rotten nails, and like all the students in the classroom, they were a little absent-minded.

The same went for Snape. The news article about Voldemort's life dealt him a heavy blow, and he was unable to recover for several days.

But Harry and the others are different from him, because the first game of the Triwizard Tournament will begin tomorrow.

After finally waiting for the get out of class to end, the students rushed out.

"Potter." Daphne, Pansy and several Slytherin students came to Harry, "Are you free? We want to ask you a question."

Harry originally didn't like Slytherin students because of Malfoy, but today they seemed to be well prepared and didn't bring their ponies.

"What's the matter?" Harry felt that they meant no harm.

This was not the place to talk, so the Slytherin students took him to the end of a corridor in the basement.

There was no one else here, and someone asked Harry: "Potter, was the voice of the... 'visitor from the sea' you heard that day really very similar to Charles Smith's voice?"

Someone leaked the discussion that night to a reporter from the Daily Prophet through a communication notebook. The newspaper wrote that Harry had mistaken the voice for Charles singing.

As a result, Harry was hit on the head by the 460mm-long wand.

He didn't expect that the Slytherin students would care about this question, and said, "Yes, it is somewhat similar. Do you suspect that Charles is related to him?"

Several Slytherin students looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Harry realized that something was wrong and asked, "What do you mean?"

The Slytherin students did not answer, but dispersed and ran away in the blink of an eye.

During dinner, Harry wanted to talk to Charles about this, but gave up when he saw the murderous look in Charles' eyes.

He thought that if he and Charles had not been neighbors for so many years, he would have been tied to a rock and sunk to the bottom of the lake.

That night, everyone in the castle was discussing tomorrow's game.

Charles came to the greenhouse alone to check on a wounded fluttering shrub.

The fluttering shrub blooms butterfly-like flowers once every hundred years, flapping its wings constantly and emitting a pleasant fragrance that is like a love potion.

In this Muggle fertilizer experiment, there was a fluttering shrub donated by an alumnus. The student who was taking care of it carelessly put too much fertilizer, and problems arose.

The butterfly-like flowers it blooms flap their arms so vigorously that they fly up with the flowerpot and finally land in the mouth of the biting cabbage.

Fortunately, the flapping-winged shrub was rescued in time and was not bitten off, so it can still be rescued.

Charles wrapped the parts of the fluttering bush that had not been bitten off tightly with gauze. Professor Sprout provided a potion for plant treatment, which could promote the healing of the broken parts after soaking the gauze.

However, the state of the flapping-winged shrub is a bit strange now. I am not sure what will happen after using the potion. I can only dilute the potion and use it in small amounts multiple times.

The greenhouse was very quiet tonight, even the plants that were usually active had quieted down.

Charles checked the bandage on the fluttering bush to make sure it was not dislodged, then used a rubber-tipped dropper to draw up the medicine and drip it onto the gauze.

The flowers on the bushes were swaying gently, like butterflies about to fly.

There was a fragrance all around, which made him think of many things.

"How did you come?"

Charles was somewhat surprised when Fleur arrived in the greenhouse.

"I'm going out for a walk." Furong said softly, "I'm a little nervous." Charles didn't expect her to say she was nervous, and he didn't have any good way to relieve his nervousness. He took out a bottle of happy water and handed it to her, saying, "Just drink a bottle and you'll be fine."

Furong shook her head and said, "Drinking at night will make you fat."

"I'll just sit here for a while."

Charles nodded and waved for a chair for her to sit down.

Fleur sat quietly in the chair, with one hand on the table supporting her chin, watching Charles apply medicine to the fluttering bush.

At this time, a conspiracy against Charles was brewing.

"Charles knows that magical power?!"

Voldemort looked at the undercover agent who escaped from Hogwarts excitedly, but he didn't expect that he brought back great news.

The undercover said: "My master, Smith asked me to tell you not to touch that kind of power.

"He also said...that you are not qualified to touch it."

Now Lucius Malfoy and several other Death Eaters became nervous. Someone actually dared to despise the Dark Lord and angered their master. Wouldn't they have to cast a few Cruciatus Curses to vent their anger?
However, Voldemort was so immersed in the news that he had finally obtained that magical power that he had no time to care about Charles's contempt for him.

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Voldemort murmured, "Charles does know."

He recalled a dream he had long ago. In a courtyard somewhere, after a burst of rainbow light, Charles stood opposite him, and between them was a magic wand floating in the air.

The dream lasted only a moment, but it was enough to recognize the wand.

Guardian Wand, Voldemort had seen this name in a diary that had been passed down in the Gaunt family for many years.

The diary says that it is related to some powerful magical force.

However, the diary was not well kept and the contents at the back were eaten by termites, so there was no more at the end.

A powerful wizard always leaves traces. Although he erased his direct information, we can still draw many indirect clues from the rapid decline in the number of wizards in Britain, the sudden disappearance of the once-prosperous Ash Snakes, the complete disappearance of the poaching industry so that Beastology became a class on the protection of magical creatures, and the goblins in Gringotts suddenly becoming well-behaved.

Voldemort thought to himself that as long as he could obtain this kind of power, restore his body, and then possess and master the power, he would definitely be able to defeat the power in Harry Potter that caused him to fail!
Now the key to finding this magical power is in Charles' hands. The next key step is how to make him speak.

"Charles... has a grandfather?" asked Voldemort.

Lucius immediately replied, "Yes, Master."

"Charles Smith was adopted as a baby by his grandfather, Jack Smith, the Muggle who was making such a fuss in the Three Broomsticks during the summer."

Voldemort said: "Go and capture him, and do not let him come to any harm."

Lucius immediately understood that the Dark Lord was using his old tricks again, kidnapping old Smith and forcing young Smith to tell him the whereabouts of that magical power.

He said, "Master, I will do it right away."

At this time, the undercover agent who returned said, "I brought back Charles Charles' hair. I can use Polyjuice Potion to become his appearance and deceive the Aurors."

Lucius was overjoyed. It was one thing to pat his chest in front of his leader, but it was another to confront the Ministry of Magic. It would be much easier if he could transform into Charles' appearance and get closer to the target.

Polyjuice Potion and the hair were soon ready.

Lucius took a deep breath and drank it down in one gulp.

"Meow?"

(End of this chapter)