Of course, the memories shown to him by the other party will not be 100% real, and Charon will not believe that Hagrid is the one who opened the secret room. The other party's memories are true and false, and it's too simple to move your hands and feet casually.

Charon was glad that he had finally figured out the details of this dark magic diary. Exposed to worthlessness, this diary is nothing more than that Voldemort is still called Tom. Riddle's guy has locked up a shred of his soul in this diary. Judging from the material of this diary, it's just an ordinary thing, and it seems that the other party is also improvising, maybe it's just an experiment.

However, it can also be seen that this one is called Tom. Riddle's guy, what an amazing guy! Voldemort was only a student to make such a dark magic weapon, and he didn't use those precious materials! This kind of ability, Charon really admires it very much!

Now that he knew the details of it, Charon was in no hurry to destroy it, he was very curious about how Voldemort made this magic weapon, and how he split his soul and stuffed it into this magic weapon!

To say that this guy is really unusual, and his soul dares to tear a small piece casually, doesn't he know that this will seriously affect the cultivation of divine thoughts, and if he does too much of this kind of thing, he will either be a madman or a fool in the future! Charon didn't dare to do this kind of thing, in fact, except for some crazy people from the Demon Sect, the vast majority of cultivators were said to only dare to divide their divine thoughts when they cultivated to the stage of distraction!

That Tom. Riddle is just the realm of the Qi cultivation period, and he dares to split his soul, which is simply looking for death!

However, in this way, it shouldn't be too much of a problem to dispose of a soul fragment in the Qi refining period!

Charon's desire to learn about young Voldemort's methods was only for research. For a necromancer, it is still a very simple matter to get a soul that can be controlled, and he will definitely not be stupid to cut a piece of his soul!

On Monday morning, news that Colin Creevey had been attacked and who was now lying in his hospital room like a dead man spread all over the school. Suddenly, rumors flew in the school, and everyone was suspicious. First-year students are now always huddled together in groups of three or five, as if they are afraid that if they go alone, they will be attacked.

During this time, everyone hid from the teacher and chattered about exchanging amulets, exorcisms, and other toys to protect themselves. The practice quickly took the school by storm, and Neville Longbottom bought a stinky onion, a spiky amethyst, and a rotting newt tail. As a result, the other Gryffindor boys told him that he was not actually in danger: he was of pure blood, so he would not be attacked.

However, someone noticed Ginny, who had been so flustered and scared a few days ago, and now she was calm and cheerful, what was going on?

The result of a group of curious children asking blindly is that Charon is popular again, not only the scripture "Taishang Laojun often says the Qingjing Sutra" is inexplicably popular at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, many people also try their best to get the oriental meditation talisman, it is said that the wooden talisman + scripture will complement each other!

Charon couldn't laugh at this, so he had to simply send out all the meditation talismans he had in hand, so as not to worry about everyone. He even sent a letter to his father, asking him to purchase another batch of talismans from the Tatsu family to meet the needs of these little wizards.

Knowing that Charon really had no stock, these little guys stopped there, but the magical mantra "Taishang Laojun often said the Qingjing Sutra" was still on everyone's lips, and they had to recite it 10 times a day. Recite it before meals, before self-study, before class, and even before going to bed. Not to mention, the little wizards who persevered discovered the magic of this scripture, and fell asleep refreshed and restful every day, with a flexible mind and an increased memory.

In this way, this magical scripture of the East spread in the Western magical world, so much so that later the Chinese cultivation world was surprised to find that those high-nosed and deep-eyed foreign devils who could only say "hello, thank you" in a few sentences of Chinese, but they could clearly recite the hundreds of words of "Taishang Laojun often said the Qingjing Sutra", which was incredible!

In the second week of December, Professor McGonagall came over as usual to collect the list of students who had stayed on campus for Christmas. Harry and Ron signed the list; Hermione also wanted to stay, but was persuaded by Charon, he didn't want Hermione to have problems like in the original book.

Charon certainly knew why the three of them were planning to stay at school, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione all wanted to take the opportunity to track down who was behind it. The fact that Charon had taken control of the Dark Arts Diary did not reveal half of it to them, firstly, this matter was related to Ginny's reputation, and if others knew, how could she still gain a foothold in the school! Second, Charon felt that this matter was too dangerous and didn't want the three friends to get involved.

These days Charon has been tricking the remnant of the diary Tom. Riddle tells him how to make this magic weapon, but unfortunately the other party is also very clever and has not been fooled very much. Charon was a little depressed, and sometimes he thought that he could simply refine this remnant soul directly, but although this kind of thing is what the necromancer is good at, he has never done it after all, in case he doesn't do it well and lets the remnant soul escape, then he will never get this information again!

A week later, the four of them were walking through the foyer when they suddenly saw a small group of people gathered around the bulletin board, reading the words on a piece of parchment that had just been nailed. Seamus Finigan and Dean Thomas looked excited and beckoned them over.

"They're going to start a dueling club!" Seamus said. "First meeting tonight. I'm not averse to taking some dueling lessons, which might come in handy one day......"

"What, do you think the monsters in the Chamber of Secrets will duel?" Ron said, but he read the notice with interest.

"It's always going to work." He told Harry and Hermione as they walked towards the Great Hall.

"Shall we go?"

Harry and Hermione were both in favor of going, but Charon was not interested, and with his strength, none of these little wizards were his opponents. But since everyone is interested, it's better to check it out.

So, at eight o'clock in the evening, they hurried back to the auditorium. The long dining table vanished, and along one wall appeared a gilded stage, illuminated by hundreds of candles floating above. Once again, the ceiling was dark like velvet, and almost all the students in the school came, crowded one after another, each with their own wands and their faces full of excitement.

"I don't know who is going to teach us," they squeezed sideways into the chattering crowd, Hermione said, "I've been told that Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was younger, and maybe he taught us." ”

"As long as it's not—" Harry's words turned into a moan, and Gilderoy Lockhart walked onto the stage, shining in a fuchsia robe, and the person beside him was none other than Snape, still dressed in his usual black clothes.

Charon snorted coldly from his nose, seeing this guy coming, he knew that this matter was just a joke, he had no interest at all, and planned to leave!

Lockhart waved everyone to be quiet, and then shouted, "Come around, come around!" Can everyone see me? Can you hear me? Great!"

"That's right, Professor Dumbledore has allowed me to start this little dueling club and train you enough to defend yourself in the way I have used countless times in case you need to defend yourself one day—see my published work for more on this."

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, grinning widely, "and he told me that he knew a thing or two about dueling, and he generously agreed to assist me in a little demonstration before class. I mean, I don't want you little ones to worry - I'll give you back your potions teacher intact when I'm done demonstrating to him, don't be afraid!"

"Wouldn't it be great if they fought to defeat both?" Ron muttered quietly.

"Don't be whimsical," Caron asserted, "that idiot Lockhart doesn't deserve Snape's shoes in this regard, I don't know where he got the courage to confront Snape!" ”

Even Lockhart fans like Hermione can't refute this sentence, of course, after so long, Hermione has slowly discovered that Lockhart does seem to be a little unworthy of the name, and she is not as fanatical as she was at the beginning.

Snape's upper lip curled. Charon really admired Lockhart's stupidity, he actually smiled; If Snape had looked at him like that, he would have been on full alert and ready to flee for his life.

Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed. At least Lockhart bowed, his hands flipping in a lot of patterns, and Snape just shook his head impatiently. Then, they held their respective wands to their chests like arrows.

"As you can see, we hold our wands in a normal duel position," Lockhart said to the silent crowd, "and we'll do the first magic on the count of three." Of course, neither of us will take the other's life. ”

"I don't bet." Snape bared his teeth and whispered.

"One-two-three-" Both of them raised their wands over their shoulders at the same time.

Snape shouted, "Get rid of your weapons!" Suddenly, a dazzling red light flashed, and Lockhart was knocked unsteady on his feet. He jerked backwards off the stage, slammed into the wall, and then slid down, curled up on the floor.

Malfoy and a few other Slytherin students applauded. Charon had expected it and gave his dean a round of applause, only Hermione tiptoed up and down.