Elemental Wizards at Hogwarts

After Quirrell turned into ashes, both Harry and Charles breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, the biggest hidden danger was finally solved. Harry looked at Charles with a smile of victory on his face.

But Harry didn't see Ciel's smile. Instead, he saw the panic that appeared on Ciel's face immediately after he relaxed. Harry quickly turned around, and as soon as he saw the skeleton composed of black smoke and shadow, it passed through Harry in an instant.

chest.

"Harry!" Ciel exclaimed, and Harry fell down in response. Ciel didn't even have time to think, turned around and started running away. As he ran, he began to condense the earth elements around him.

Thanks to Lao Deng for choosing the room. I don’t know whether it was intentional or it was originally like this. The room where the magic mirror was placed had extremely strong earth elements. After a while, Charles prepared the elements.

"Flocks of birds, change!" Charles roared out a magic spell, and countless soil cones began to fly back. Under the intensive attack, the black smoke was washed away.

Charles stopped and leaned against the wall, holding up his wand, breathing heavily. He was exhausted but still did not dare to relax at all. There were still a considerable number of soil cones floating around him.

Slowly, the smoke began to appear again. Charles was extremely nervous as he stared at the smoke. He swore that if the smoke continued to chase him, he would fight to the death. Who knew whether this smoke Voldemort would cause harm to him? Old Voldemort was so evil.

Soul magic is very scary.

"Charles Lancaster!" The smoke had not yet formed, but a voice came out through the smoke.

Charles looked at the slowly forming smoke in surprise. He was extremely surprised. This smoke can talk! This is not scientific at all! The original book never mentioned it. This is too magical.

Although he was surprised, Charles did not answer. The smoke formed a line of people, which was Voldemort. With the help of unknown black magic, Voldemort seemed to be resurrected, lifelike.

"This should be regarded as our second fight, right?" Voldemort behaved very gracefully, even standing there like a standard nobleman, not minding the dirt cone floating next to Charles and the wand pointed at him by Charles at all.

Charles didn't answer Voldemort and just stared at him. Charles didn't know what bad intentions Voldemort had at this time. In the original book, he should fly away directly and fly back to the dark forest where he met Wormtail.

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Voldemort didn't mind, and continued elegantly: "You are talented, perseverant, and even mastered elemental magic that I didn't get. It's great, Ciel."

Voldemort moved his body. At this time, Voldemort looked nothing like the murderous demon. "But what I don't understand is, why do you concentrate on working for that old bee?"

After Voldemort finished speaking, he raised his head and stared at Charles. Seeing Charles holding up his wand nervously, he suddenly laughed, and he laughed crazily.

"Put down your wand, Charles. You can't do any harm to me now, and I can't do any harm to you either. Look at what I look like now. My whole body is made up of smoke and shadows, wandering between life and death."

On the edge, if I can speak out like this, it is already my best effort."

Charles ignored him. At this time, Charles was also a little confused. He didn't know what Voldemort was going to do.

"Oh, no, I can't do any harm to you, but you can, Avada Kedavra, yes, it's a very useful spell, it can wipe out the enemy in an instant!"

Voldemort became more and more crazy, and the alarm bell in Charles's heart rang loudly. He stared at Voldemort.

"Let me guess, you don't really want to fight for that old bee. From the troll to the forbidden forest, I can feel that you are very tired, Ciel, so why are you fighting so hard?

Money? Status? Friendship? Ah, it seems so, ridiculous friendship!"

Voldemort began to walk back and forth, but his eyes made of smoke were still staring at Charles, full of ridicule.

"Let me think about it, Harry? No, no, no, Charles, you are a selfish person like me. You will never fight so hard for a boy you have only known for a short time. Then let me think about that little girl, what is her name?

With? Hermione? No, no, ah, I thought of Hermione Granger! A smart little girl."

When Voldemort called Hermione's name in advance, Charles suddenly burst into flames, and countless mounds of earth began to hit Voldemort, scattering him again and again.

"You are never allowed to mention her name!" Ciel roared angrily, and the expression on his face began to become ferocious. Ciel was extremely angry. He would never allow the people he cared about to be threatened.

Voldemort didn't care that he was being beaten by a group of earth cones, they dispersed and gathered again, his voice was full of confusion, "I told you, Charles, you can't do any harm to me, don't bother, hahahahahaha

Ha ha."

Voldemort smiled happily, as if he had seen something funny. He ignored Ciel's attack and began to walk around Ciel as if taking a walk.

"It seems that you are actually a person who values ​​affection and justice. It just so happens that I also know one, but it doesn't matter. Charles, you know, I have a prophecy with the boy lying on the ground over there. In the near future, I will

He will definitely come back, what should you do then, and what should your little girlfriend do?"

Voldemort looked at Charles calmly, with a look of arrogance in control of everything on his face, as if Charles was a tiny insect.

"Oh, I almost forgot. If I remember correctly, your parents and her parents are both smelly Muggles. That won't work. Originally, I wanted you to be my servant, but now it seems that it's not possible.

It's too likely that your Muggle parents and you two Mudbloods will just be tools for our amusement."

Ciel was almost consumed by anger at this time. He could allow others to insult him, but he would never allow others to insult the people he cared about.

"Ah, don't worry, Ciel. When the time comes, I will torture you one by one and insult the people you care about, and you will definitely be the last one to witness it with your own eyes. How about it?"

Before Voldemort finished speaking, a huge four-color beam of light scattered the smoke body he had just assembled. But this time he did not continue to reorganize. Instead, he began to fly continuously, "You know Ciel,

None of this works for me."

Voldemort's body suddenly appeared in front of Charles's wand, and his body covered with smoke was pressed against the tip of Charles's wand. "You know the spell, the only useful spell!"

Ciel's anger was almost swallowing up his sanity. He looked at the proud man in front of him with a ferocious face and said, "Avada..." Green light began to glow from the tip of Ciel's staff.

"That's enough." A big hand suddenly appeared and held Ciel's shoulder, interrupting Ciel's spellcasting.

"Dumbledore!" The arrogance on Voldemort's face disappeared, and instantly turned into extremely twisted anger.

Dumbledore just waved his wand, and a ball of flames flew towards Voldemort. Voldemort screamed in an instant, quickly passed through the wall and disappeared.

"That's enough, Charles, you've done a good job, that's enough." Dumbledore did not chase Voldemort, but gently patted Charles who was frozen there.

For a moment, Charles seemed to have deflated a balloon, and sat down on the ground with a snap. His usually cherished wand fell to Dumbledore's feet.

Ciel sat on the ground, tears began to flow out uncontrollably, and eventually it turned into Ciel holding his legs and crying uncontrollably.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, and just stood quietly beside Charles. Charles was too tired, and he needed to vent this time.