Chapter 93 You are nothing special, right? Ciel takes action, Legilimency! At this time, in the office of the Slytherin Headmaster. Malfoy was excitedly reporting to Snape about the reactions of other houses after the class. "They were all terrified." "Now they will understand that the House Cup belongs to us, Slytherin." "And Godfather, no one can disobey your authority at Hogwarts. Those idiots from Gryffindor will tremble in fear when they come to your class in the future!" The corners of Snape's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had thought of something, and continued to ask. "Where's that first year Hufflepuff, Ciel Evans?" Malfoy's eyes sparkled. "I can't find him at all. I told you, no matter how talented he is, he's just a first-year student. How dare he disobey the professor?"
"I think he's hiding out of fear now, not daring to face those Hufflepuffs..." At this moment, Snape's ears moved, as if he heard some noise. There was a look of doubt in his eyes. "Why do I feel like there's someone outside the door?" "Who's outside the door? What's the noise? Don't you know to knock on the door?" The next moment, a sound so piercing that it made one's teeth ache came from the door into the office. On the heavy door, a bright red mark appeared clearly, which quickly spread out to form a passage large enough for one person to enter and exit. Then, Snape's heart was filled with warning signs, as if he felt that there was an evil dragon waiting to devour someone behind the door! He drew his wand subconsciously. "Armor protection!" Immediately afterwards, the cut door panel came over like a cannonball, hitting the invisible barrier in the air with a loud bang. Sawdust flew everywhere, and broken pieces of wood hit the office walls, causing the entire office to shake. A figure walked in from the smoke and dust. It was the Charles that Malfoy and Snape had just mentioned! Charles tilted his head, looking at Malfoy who fell to the ground in horror, and Snape who was protected by the Shield Charm, and a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I didn't kill you guys after all." "That's great, we'll have some fun next." Immediately, Charles waved the mithril wand, and the shattered door recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not only that, it was also wrapped with thick iron chains and locked tightly. An ominous premonition arose in the hearts of Snape and Malfoy.
What on earth is Charles trying to do by doing this? Breaking into the Slytherin Headmaster's office, is he crazy?! Malfoy exclaimed. "Why are you here!" "You, what are you going to do?!" Snape roared like a poisonous snake. "Who allowed you to come in like this?" "One hundred points for Hufflepuff. No, two hundred points for Hufflepuff!" "Get out of here! I will talk to the Hufflepuff Headmaster about this matter and then decide on your punishment. But I promise, Charles Evans, your detention will not be less than three months!" But the next moment, Charles said quietly. "You guys still don't seem to understand the situation?" "It's so noisy." Then, Charles raised his foot and broke the wrist bone of Malfoy who was holding the wand as he lay on the ground. There was a crisp click, and silence fell in the Slytherin Headmaster's office. Snape and Malfoy were both stunned. They never expected Charles to do this. Immediately, excruciating pain spread from his wrist to Malfoy's brain, causing him to howl hysterically in pain. "how dare you!" "You broke my wrist!" "My father won't let you go!" Charles smiled, lifted his foot slightly, and then stepped down again. Step down, and step down again. It was not until Malfoy's wrist and ankle bones were broken that Charles looked down at Malfoy, whose pupils had already dilated. "Still barking?" "I see you like to tell tales very much, and you run very fast, but I just don't like it." "Break your ankle so you can run slower." "Break your wrist so you can't dance around so proudly or even point your finger at me." "Do you like this gift I gave you?" "When you wake up, you can call your father over. I don't mind breaking all your bones in front of your father. Then you will know that your weak father can't do anything." "The clamor of the weak is really hard to hear." Ciel patted Malfoy's face, causing him to faint completely, not knowing whether it was from the severe pain or extreme fear.
His series of quick and decisive actions left Snape, a former Death Eater, completely unable to react. When Snape finally came to his senses, he suddenly pointed his wand at Charles, with an unprecedented look of horror on his face. "You attacked your classmates?" "Charles Evans, do you know what crime you have committed?" "I'm going to ask Headmaster Dumbledore to expel you and throw you into Azkaban!" Just hearing these words, Charles almost laughed out loud. "Did what? Professor Snape, you, a former Death Eater, can't you see what I did?" "It's very simple. I just broke four of his bones and taught him a lesson he will never forget." "After all, such injuries are easily healed in the magical world, but he should remember the pain very clearly." "It's just that I don't know how to cast the Cruciatus Curse, otherwise this lesson might be more memorable. Professor Snape should be very familiar with this aspect." When Snape's identity as a Death Eater was revealed, his pupils contracted and his mind went blank. "Charles Evans, what do you want to do..." Even he himself did not notice that his usual sarcastic tone towards students from other colleges had become somewhat weak and yielding. This time it was Ciel's turn to show sarcasm on his face. "doing what?" "Be the professor that you like to do to the young wizards." "Bullying the weak, that's all." An exaggerated curve appeared at the corner of Charles' mouth. "Professor Snape, have you ever thought that there are students who dare to do something to you, or have the ability to do something to you?" "Tsk, tsk, so you know exactly how vulnerable the students are to you?" "It's a shame you ran into me. You shouldn't have touched my stupid little friends." "This will not go away as easily as your previous acts of violence, Professor, because I..." "I'm much stronger than you!" At this moment, Snape felt as if a terrifying shadow was cast on him. The overwhelming momentum pressed down on him, forcing him to take the first step involuntarily and launch an attack on Charles. "Except your weapons!" The light shone brightly and hit Charles solidly, but was then easily slid away by the Dragon Armor Spell on Charles' body. "Collapse!"
Another spell hit, and was blocked again without any suspense. Even Charles's steps forward were not hindered in the slightest. Snape's pupils shrank to the size of needles. He could never imagine how Charles could do all this. Why does a first-grade wizard have such momentum and strength? And there was this indifference to everything that emanated from him, as if anything that stood in his way would be crushed to pieces! "The Upside Down Golden Bell!" Snape frantically used the control spell he created. After the Upside-Down Bell Curse failed, he could no longer endure Charles' approach, and with a low growl, he cast an unmistakable dark magic spell. "Invisible strike!" This is indeed Snape's specialty. The magic power condensed into an invisible sharp blade, whistling towards Charles. The shadowless divine sword, which had the magic-breaking effect, finally shook the Dragon Armor Curse, causing a slight gap in the protection of the Dragon Armor Curse. But before the joy on Snape's face could solidify, Charles raised his wand. "that's all?" "God of Swords has no shadow, that's all." "Then Professor, please take a look at my sharp blade." Then, Ciel whispered. "Night's Edge... Triple Cast." In an instant, an invisible blade of light burst out from the tip of the mithril wand, crossing the distance between Charles and Snape, piercing through Snape's body, and nailing Snape directly to the wall like a spear! Blood dripped and then was evaporated into a thin blood mist by the light blade of the Night's Edge Curse. Snape looked at Ciel, and fear finally appeared in his eyes. He had no doubt that Charles would kill him in the next moment. However, Charles did not take any action. He just released Snape's wand and continued to approach Snape step by step. This gave Snape a little hope that Charles was afraid of Dumbledore and was afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts. He spoke with difficulty. "It's not too late for you to stop now. I can explain to Dumbledore, and maybe you won't be expelled..." Before Snape could finish his words, Charles laughed. "Dumbledore?" "Expulsion from Hogwarts?" Charles's laughter became more and more exaggerated.
"You don't really think I'm afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts?" "Come on, you are a Death Eater. Where else can you go except Dumbledore who is willing to protect you, keep you in Hogwarts, and give you the position of professor or even dean? Of course you can't leave Hogwarts." "But for me, with my talent and strength, the world is so big that I can fly wherever I want. Why should I worry?" "Besides, old bat, you have been bullying students for so many years, and you are used to it." "Fire? You're not naive enough to think you can fire me." Ciel cut open Snape's sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark on his arm. Snape subconsciously wanted to cover it up, but Charles nailed his arms to the wall again. Then, Ciel took out his camera and took a picture of Snape's Dark Mark. Snape was completely panicked now. He found that he had no idea about Ciel's purpose. He only knew that Ciel, a first-year student, could not be viewed from a student's perspective. This guy was a lunatic and a devil! "What exactly do you want to do?" Snape groaned in pain. Charles said faintly. "In fact, I've always wondered, you're a Death Eater, you've finally been taken in and given a refuge, but why are you still so arrogant?" "Do you really think Dumbledore can cover up everything? He can't wash away your Dark Mark." "If you were a little more docile, maybe people could temporarily forget what you did, but you have been waving the flag for Slytherin House all these years, defending the glory of pure blood. Are you afraid that others will forget that you were once a Death Eater?" "Maybe you are really not afraid, then let's verify whether this is the case." "Send this photo to the Daily Prophet and to all parents of Hogwarts students, and remind them that there is a Death Eater here, and that he is verbally abusing a large number of young wizards. There may even be corporal punishment. Maybe this will awaken some forgotten memories." Snape's body began to shake with fear. "don't want……" He stammered out words of begging for mercy. "Don't do it." "I beg you." Ciel stared at Snape. This greasy and spooky old bat is actually a pure love warrior in the original book, a highly popular character, and is called one of the most courageous people by Harry Potter... But what does this have to do with Charles? Ciel sneered. "Professor Snape can also beg for mercy. It turns out that you also care about something." "Ah, you care about your life at Hogwarts, you care about the identity you have managed to conceal, you care about your reputation and honor as a Potions Master, and you don't want the Death Eater's mark to ruin it all." "But why haven't you ever thought about the fact that so many young wizards care about being insulted by the professor, about losing points in the college cup, about the evaluation they get..."
"If you don't care about others, why should others care about you?" "I'm a person who is hard to get angry with, but once I get angry and decide to take action, my principle is to not care about the consequences, to fight to the death, and to leave no trouble behind." Charles raised his hand and the photo flew out of the window. An owl held the photo in its mouth and flew away. A mysterious smile appeared in Charles' eyes. The destination of this photo is the office of the Minister of Magic. Fudge had taken Charles to Azkaban before, and Charles had understood the hints in his words very well. Although no one knew what the Minister of Magic was thinking, it was obvious that he was targeting Dumbledore. Considering that Fudge had reimbursed me for so much, I decided to give him this photo of the Dark Mark on Snape's arm as a gift. Charles didn't want this generous Minister of Magic to fall, and he hoped that he would be successful. And the moment the owl took the photo away, Snape felt like he had fallen into hell. No matter where the photo fell, he knew that his life at Hogwarts was completely over. "you win." Snape's voice was low, but the hatred and resentment in his eyes were as real as substance. "Can you let me down now?" But these words made Charles laugh. "Professor, when you were Death Eaters, were you always so affectionate with your enemies?" "You dealt the enemy a minor blow, and then you let him go? Wow, are you playing house like a kid?" Ciel repeated word for word. "Since I have taken action and have become your enemy, I will completely eliminate your threat." "After all, if a Potions Master or a Death Eater were hiding in the dark and madly plotting revenge, that would be quite troublesome." "You don't think I didn't notice the hatred in your eyes, or do you think that in my heart you are a person who doesn't bear grudges?" "Professor, we are in a life-and-death relationship. This is just the beginning. You don't think this is the end, do you?" Ciel whispered in Snape's ear. "Don't worry, your death will be applauded by everyone. I still have the means to do this." "As for the knowledge in your head, I will break it down and squeeze it out bit by bit." "Without these, you are nothing special." "Fate is already a mess. So many people have died. You won't make a difference."
Snape looked at Ciel, his heart beating wildly. Just when his defense was at risk, Charles's mithril wand pressed against Snape's temple. Ciel looked into Snape's confused eyes. "Physical pain is not pain at all for you." "Only the memories you have buried in your heart can really make you feel miserable." "Do you like mental abuse? Does it make you happy?" "Then Professor, you must be strong and smile later." The next moment, Charles whispered a spell. "Legilimency." At the same time, Ciel whispered to Deep Blue in his mind. "Deep Blue, Legilimency spell, direct me in the direction of digging out memories, stealing knowledge, and breaking through the brain's defenses..." "Four deductions!" (End of this chapter)