Hogwarts: The Strongest Annie Magus In History

Charlotte picked up the notebook that had fallen on the floor. The spell Voldemort had cast on it had already been broken by him, and the contents inside were revealed.

After turning a few pages, an excited smile appeared on Charlotte's face.

Although Quirrell really didn't have any good intentions, there was one thing he didn't deceive Charlotte, which was indeed his research notes on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

From the simplest disarming of weapons and numerous obstacles to the very difficult Patronus Charm, armor protection and thunderbolt explosion, the casting skills and training experience of various defense against the dark arts are all recorded in detail.

With this notebook, he can learn many spells in the first grade that can only be learned in the higher grades, and his strength can also be raised to a considerable height in a short period of time.

"The only trouble now is Voldemort, the big boss. Although I managed to break his spell just now, I not only exposed myself to his sight, but also scared the snake. Now that guy will definitely hide even deeper. It might be difficult to find him!"

After thinking for a while, Charlotte couldn't come up with a perfect solution.

Forget it, anyway, this guy's current strength hasn't recovered, and he doesn't dare to mess around at Hogwarts, and his goal is the Philosopher's Stone. I just need to wait and see to find him.

When the time comes, kill him directly with Avada Kedavra!

The next day, the Quidditch pitch.

Charlotte yawned listlessly. He had been reading Quirrell's notebook last night. The spells described on it were so wonderful that it was almost dawn if he didn't pay attention.

He doubted that Quirrell's level could not write such a level thing, maybe this note was actually Voldemort's own.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up, hurry up!" Mrs. Hodge shouted, startling Charlotte, and he quickly stood up straight.

"Each stand beside a broomstick, hold out your right hand over the broom, and say loudly, Get up!"

"stand up!"

"stand up!"

The crowd shouted in confusion.

Charlotte also yelled, but unexpectedly, the broom on the ground flew into his hand with a 'swish'.

He glanced at the broom in his hand in surprise, and then looked at the students around him, and found that only Malfoy, Harry Potter, and another boy in Slytherin College could do this.

Hermione's broom just rolled on the ground, and Ron's broom skipped slightly.

Charlotte didn't think that she also had an extraordinary talent for flying, but she felt relieved when she thought about it. What she fused with was the Thunderbird blood, which is the overlord of the sky.

After everyone could summon the broom in their hands, Mrs. Hodge demonstrated to everyone how to get on the broom correctly and how to prevent herself from falling off. She corrected them one by one in the team very patiently. Correct grip everyone.

Including Malfoy, who boasted that his flying skills were very good.

"Okay, after I blow the whistle, you kick your legs off the ground, kick hard, first leave the ground a few feet away, then lean forward slightly, and then fall vertically back to the ground!"

"Three, two, one, let's go!"

At the same time as the whistle sounded, a stocky figure leaped into the air like a rocket.

"My God, my God!"

Mrs. Hodge looked at Neville Longbottom, who was yelling in the air, and kept screaming. Neville flew higher and higher, and soon exceeded twenty feet.

Then they crossed the roof of the castle, and everyone who watched was frightened.

In the end, he ended up flying for the first time in his life at the cost of destroying a broomstick and breaking an arm. Mrs. Hodge rushed him to the infirmary.

At this time, Malfoy stepped on the broom and slowly flew up, looked down at Charlotte and said:

"Dirty Mudblood, remember what I said yesterday, I will definitely make you pay, I, Decora Malfoy, officially declare war on you, if you are a man, we are in the honor room tonight Have an honorable duel!"

Charlotte, who was wandering, was slightly taken aback.

Are you mistaken, shouldn't you go to trouble Harry Potter at this moment, otherwise how can he show off his excellent flying talent, how can he join Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

Seeing that Charlotte didn't speak, Malfoy thought he was scared, and sneered again:

"A mudblood is a mudblood. He dare not even agree to a duel. I think you should get out of Hogwarts."

Before Charlotte could speak, Ron jumped out and yelled at Malfoy:

"Who said Charlotte wouldn't dare to duel with you, I'm his assistant, what about your assistant?"

At this moment, Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and shouted loudly:

"You're crazy, Charlotte never promised him a duel, and what's an assistant!"

"The assistant is after Charlotte falls to the ground, the assistants continue until one side wins." Malfoy smiled slightly, pointed to Goyle beside him, and said, "My assistant is him, at eleven o'clock that night, the room of honor , see you there!"

"Wait a minute!"

Looking at the whereabouts of the sudden voice, Malfoy said with some doubts:

"Why, you're scared. If you're scared, you can just admit defeat on the spot here. I, Decora Malfoy, will never make things difficult for you."

Hearing this, a very disdainful smile appeared on Charlotte's face, and he said:

"You are worthy of a duel with me? If my guess is correct, you have no intention of fighting me at all. I rushed to the room of honor at eleven o'clock in the evening. It wasn't you, Dracora Malfoy, who was waiting for me. It's Mr. Filch and his cat, and you just want us to deduct credits from Wen Kelao and put me in detention, right?"

Hearing this, Malfoy froze for a moment.

I came up with this plan on the spur of the moment, and didn't tell anyone else at all. How did Charlotte know?

"nonsense!"

Malfoy's entire face was flushed red, and he yelled loudly:

"Charlotte, you are a coward. In order to avoid a duel, you even made up such a lie. I swear to Merlin, the god of law, as Decora Malfoy, that I will definitely duel with Charlotte Elvis in the room of honor tonight!"

"It doesn't need to be at night!" Charlotte smiled and said, "Since you want to fight me so much, let's start now!"

"What did you say……"

Before Malfoy finished speaking, everyone saw a black shadow flying past them in a flash.

Then, Charlotte's slap landed on Malfoy's face.

'Snapped! '

A crisp slap resounded throughout the audience, and Malfoy fell off the broom with a scream.

"Ding! Defeat Dracora Malfoy, reward skill point*1!"

Hearing the sound of the system, Charlotte, who was riding on the broom, frowned lightly. There was actually a skill point reward for defeating Malfoy. Although there was only one skill point, if I could beat him a hundred times, wouldn't that be a hundred skill points? Yet?

Thinking of this, Charlotte looked at Malfoy with fiery eyes.