An arc of electricity surged from the tip of Char's wand. Although it was not very powerful, it caused a storm of fear in the heart of Sirius, the troll priest who was witnessing it. This was also a kind of magic from the Titans, and it was definitely extraordinarily powerful. The last item in the prophecy also fit perfectly. The Titan Giant Heir… that's right. It all matched up.
As Sirius was ecstatic about the complete verification of the prophecy, Char's eyes also sparkled with joy. On his system panel, the progress of his ancient weather magic was much higher than before. At this moment, dull black iron lines appeared on it. Although it had not completely reached the Black Iron level, it was not far off. It was enough to prove that his idea was indeed correct. The only thing missing was his magical perception. Once he could construct the seven nodes of the magic rune in one go and complete the most basic magic rune configuration, his ancient weather magic should be able to reach the Black Iron level, which would be a complete entry point. Char had a feeling that by then, the power of this magic would give him a pleasant surprise. As for the improvement of his magic perception, it was nothing more than planting more goldfish spider plants. With so many trolls now, expanding production was not a problem at all. In a week at most, the new crop, with a yield ten times greater than before, would mature. The platinum-level magic perception enhancement was very close.
After taking a deep breath, Char took charge of the construction on Sprout Island, then returned to Hogwarts. The end of the semester was not far away. His thoughts raced. What needed to be done had been done. Next, the layout of the Philosopher's Stone in Hogwarts would probably enter a white-hot stage. He didn't want to get involved at all. If necessary, he planned to skip even visiting the greenhouse during the final period of the semester. Once the two-faced man was dead, there would be plenty of time to plant. There was no need to take this unnecessary risk.
Thinking of this, he took out the Invisibility Cloak he had borrowed from Harry for a long time. He had to say, this Deathly Hallow was really useful. It had helped him a lot. On Drya Island, if it weren't for the cloak, he would never have been able to get the Pute Fruit so easily. In addition, its special magical structure, which could even block magic power, also contained the profound secret of Transfiguration. A pity. He wouldn't have the chance to study it in the short term. He had been borrowing it for long enough. If he continued to do so, Harry might be fine with it, but Dumbledore probably wouldn't agree.
He shook his head slightly and checked his class schedule. He found out that Gryffindor was taking this class together with Hufflepuff, and it was also the Transfiguration class where he had already received full marks. It wasn't long before the class would end, so he simply stood in the corridor outside the classroom, waiting for the bell to ring.
Soon, a crisp bell rang. In the Transfiguration classroom, there was also a collective sigh of relief. The young lions and badgers couldn't wait to put away their parchment and quills and pull themselves away from the dizzying textbook. They walked briskly toward the corridor, and even before leaving the classroom, they couldn't wait to discuss current hot topics. As for the content of their discussion, Char, who was waiting outside, raised his eyebrows.
"Have you heard? Many people from the Flint family have mysteriously disappeared."
"Hiss, another missing person case?"
"How many times has this happened recently? The Flint family… they were also dark wizards, right?"
"Could it be that the murderer is no longer satisfied with Knockturn Alley? I really don't know what kind of evil thing this is. Why is it killing dark wizards?"
When he heard the news about the Flint family, Char was fine. So many of them had died in the North Sea, and their assets had been acquired by the Malfoy family. It would be strange if this didn't spark discussion. But this was done by the Kraken; it had nothing to do with him. So he didn't have any special reaction. But he hadn't expected the young wizards to mention other missing cases recently. From what he heard, it seemed like the situation was very fierce, and people were in a panic. He searched his mind for memories of the original work. He was very sure that in the first school year of the original novel, there were no major disappearances in the wizarding world. Was this an incident that happened but was not recorded, or was it a new event?
Just as the students were discussing this, Susan Bones said with a solemn vow, "Whatever it was, it wasn't a human. It should be some kind of evil dark creature."
This made everyone's eyes look towards her curiously. "Do you know any news?"
Susan lowered her voice, her face a little pale. "I received a letter from my aunt. She works for the Ministry of Magic, and this time she wrote to warn me not to try to leave Hogwarts. If this matter is not resolved, I shouldn't go home during the holidays. She said it was a dark creature of unimaginable evil, probably created by some insane dark wizard in Knockturn Alley. The evil dark wizards in Knockturn Alley are so scared that they don't even dare to stay there anymore. I'm afraid Knockturn Alley is deserted now. The Aurors also tried to capture it, but it was very cunning and difficult to track. And even after finally finding it, it becomes stronger each time. Ordinary Aurors are simply unable to deal with it. It is said that an experienced elite Auror has died. This matter will probably be reported in the newspapers in a few days."
Hearing the news, the young wizards all showed expressions of horror. When they had talked about it, they just thought of it as a fun news story. They hadn't expected it to become such a big deal. An elite Auror was dead? Done by a dark creature? A little wizard shivered, feeling a chill all over his body, as if there were eyes watching him from the shadows at any time.
Char narrowed his eyes. He still believed Susan's message. After all, her aunt, according to the original story, still died at the hands of Death Eaters in the end, but during her lifetime, she became the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a very high position. Her abilities and connections should not be underestimated. Since she was the one who had issued the warning, it seemed the situation was indeed quite serious but was just being covered up by the Ministry of Magic. But judging from the situation now, he was afraid this lid could no longer be kept on.
When he heard the approximate time of the earliest disappearance, his heart skipped a beat. At that time, it seemed to be shortly after Quirrell had taken his leave. Could this be related to the two-faced man? His target was the Philosopher's Stone, so why was he making such a big fuss? All kinds of doubts lingered in his mind.
He walked up to Susan and asked her a few detailed questions. But unfortunately, her aunt had never revealed much to her, only mentioning a few words repeatedly: "so cruel," and "extremely terrifying." She had also warned Susan not to take the initiative to inquire about it, probably afraid of scaring her. However, it wasn't like Char had no channels to obtain more detailed information. As an Auror, Tonks must know the details of this incident. He planned to write to her later to ask what was going on.
At this moment, Harry and his two companions called out to him, saying they wanted to talk to him alone. They reached a corner of the corridor, their faces a little pale, it seemed, from what Susan had just said. Harry's eyes flickered as he whispered, "Susan said that this dark creature was most likely created by a deranged dark wizard. It keeps killing and getting stronger. Now he's already making the elite Aurors no match for him. If more time passes, will he be able to resist Headmaster Dumbledore? Who would create such a terrifying monster, and what is his purpose?"
Harry looked at Char. "Char. Has Snape behaved in any unusual way recently?"
Char was stunned for a moment, then reacted. Harry thought Snape was responsible for this, too. He shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Harry, Professor Snape has been at Hogwarts lately. But Professor Quirrell has taken a month-long vacation."
This only made Harry's gaze more intense, as if it had confirmed his own guess. "Right. Professor Quirrell must have known something, perhaps that Snape was up to no good, so he asked for leave to stop him. Think about it, that monster only killed dark wizards. It must know them very well. Who knows so much about dark wizards? A person who is very close to them. Snape is the head of Slytherin, and as we all know, Slytherin is the headquarters of dark wizards. He has enough ability to do this. And think about it, Snape was held back by Professor Quirrell for so long, and then he didn't make a move. How could he just give up like that? So that's what he's doing!"
Seeing that Harry still believed that Snape was the culprit, Char just shook his head. Fortunately, high myopia wasn't contagious. Otherwise, he was afraid he would be led astray by Harry. He waved his hand. "Alright, Harry. You can continue to speculate. But that's not why I came here." He took out the Invisibility Cloak and handed it back to Harry. Seeing the cloak return, a look of joy flashed across Harry's face. Immediately, he invited Char again. "Char, do you want to join us in investigating Snape's case? His evil plot is unleashed. If he is not caught in time, more people will die from the monster he created."
Harry trailed off. Char turned around decisively. "Not interested. Goodbye."
Ron looked at Char leaving, the sense of superiority that had been lost in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class regained a little. At least Ron Weasley wasn't a wimp. "Harry. I'll accompany you in the investigation. We Gryffindors have to do this!"
At this time, Char didn't care what the three saviors planned to do. They could investigate however they liked. Anyway, he was unhappy about it; it was muddy water. He would write a letter to Tonks, hoping she could provide some specific details about the disappearance case. But this was just to verify his own guess and take precautions. As for solving this problem? Let Dumbledore worry about it. If it weren't for this old man who insisted on planning some savior trial and playing his house game, for what Quirrell had done, he should have died in Hogwarts a hundred times over. In his first year, he no longer had to walk on thin ice after being targeted by the two-faced man. Now that things had gotten to this point, if Dumbledore couldn't help, how could he let a first-year student like him solve it?
He shook his head. No matter how the world turned upside down, he would just keep planting. While Dumbledore was still alive and the wizarding world was relatively peaceful, he should focus on planting. Otherwise, when the school year of the Goblet of Fire arrived, he might not have many peaceful days.
He walked towards the small greenhouse. Immediately, his gaze, which was still pondering those things, suddenly froze. It fell dead into the water tanks in the greenhouse. Above them, plump reward light balls were hanging, like ripe fruits. This represented one thing: a new batch of Piranha Algae had matured.
The vague sense of uneasiness that he had felt because of the news earlier completely vanished at this moment. He looked at the Silver-level reward light balls. He took a deep breath, then reached out his hand. The next moment, one after another, reward light balls surged into his body.
On the system panel, the two abilities of Underwater Enhancement and Cutting Charm Bonus suddenly burst out with an unprecedented, bright light.