The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Sebastian ignored the red-haired Grim Reaper who was almost twisting himself into a knot and went straight into the Shrieking Shack.

A shrill scream pierced the night sky. A moment later, a well-dressed butler in black walked out of the shabby wooden door at a leisurely pace.

"Sebastian~~~chan~~~" The red-haired Grim Reaper who was waiting outside jumped up and pounced towards Sebastian.

"Let's have a passionate kiss~~~"

He stretched out his arms, pursed his lips and closed his eyes tightly.

Sebastian ducked to avoid the overly enthusiastic hug, and fell headfirst to the ground. Under the influence of inertia, his cheek rubbed against the rough ground as he rushed far away.

"Mr. Grayer," Sebastian clenched his fists until they made a crackling sound, "What do you want to do? Could you please tell me again?"

There was clearly a smile in the deep voice, but Grell Sutcliffe shuddered suddenly.

He jumped up from the ground: "I suddenly remembered that I still have work to do. I'll save your sweet kiss for next time~"

"Bye~ dear (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～" Before he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the dark woods.

Sebastian looked back at the Shrieking Shack, which looked even more eerie in the darkness, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It’s really exciting...

When the young master finds out what is hidden under that secret door, his reaction will be very interesting.

......

The person who got the news before Charles was Howard.

He had also heard about the kidnapping, and for the safety of the students, he did not stop the investigation when he received the Ministry of Magic's request. After all, whether it was the Whomping Willow or Hogsmeade, they were too close to Hogwarts.

Of course, in order to prevent some people from throwing dirty water on him, he also arranged for Snape and Sirius to act with the Aurors.

Unfortunately, the survey results are not satisfactory.

"What do you think is under the Shrieking Shack?"

In fact, he almost dropped the quill in his hand after hearing Sirius's report of the findings.

"An altar, on which the body of Barty Crouch Jr. was found," Sirius repeated. "His limbs were nailed to the altar with daggers, and when he was found, he had bled dry."

After hearing this, Howard felt a black screen before his eyes.

One week, it’s only been one week since school started!

There is actually an extra life within Hogwarts!

Howard couldn't help but start to wonder if the castle was cursed. Otherwise, why would so many puzzling things happen?

No, now is not the time to think about all this mess. The most important thing now is to stabilize the students' emotions.

As for keeping it secret? Oh, come on, do you really think those nobles are vegetarians?

Howard was sure that once the Ministry of Magic people left Hogwarts, what they saw was no longer a secret. You have to know that Aurors also need to support their families, and there will definitely be some who leak some inside information for profit.

Once the parents knew about it, the students at Hogwarts almost knew about it too - isn't it natural for parents to write a letter to their children to remind them to pay attention to their own safety?

We are not fools, and Howard is too lazy to waste time on some tricks to cover up the truth.

and......

If accidents happened again and again at Hogwarts under his nose, Mr. Grindelwald would doubt his ability...

He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

"Mr. Black, if I remember correctly, you said the passage under the Whomping Willow was the only entrance to the Shrieking Shack."

Sirius touched his nose and said, "That's right."

The Shrieking Shack was built by Dumbledore specifically for Lupin so that he could stay away from students during the full moon.

"Mr. Black must have a deep affection for that house," Snape sneered, "after all, he and his 'good friends' spent a lot of time there when they were in school."

"Snotlout, what do you mean!"

"Oh? Could it be that Mr. Black's ears are broken?" Snape raised his chin slightly, his eyes contemptuous, "Or is your brain full of sphinxes?"

“No one except you guys knows about the “secret passage” leading to the Shrieking Shack, right?”

"Since no one knows about it, then the altar could only have been built by you."

"Who says no one else knows?" Sirius sneered, "Didn't you also see it when you were following Remus on the night of the full moon?"

"If James hadn't saved you, you wouldn't be wandering somewhere right now!"

"Compared to Remus and I, you are obviously more suspicious! You have been teaching at Hogwarts for so many years, who knows how many conspiracies and schemes you have planned in private?"

Hearing this, Snape's face became even gloomier, and he raised his wand: "So I have to thank that damn Potter?"

The fear of being almost bitten by a werewolf when he was young surged into his heart, and his anger was mixed with deep shame. Snape wished he could tear the culprit in front of him apart.

"You owe him your life."

"Ha, wasn't he trying to cover up for you? If you hadn't deliberately led me there, how could I have been attacked by that stinky werewolf?"

"Who told you to..."

"That's enough!" Howard said in a low voice, interrupting the tense atmosphere between the two. "This is the principal's office! This is not a place for you to fight!"

Sirius closed his mouth in indignation, and Snape snorted and turned his eyes away.

"Mr. Black, are you sure there wasn't a secret door before the Shrieking Shack?"

"Of course, I've never seen an altar or anything like that."

"So who are the people who know the secret passage under the Whomping Willow?"

"The only people who knew about this were James, me, Remus, Dumbledore, and Snotlout."

"Don't forget your good friend Peter Pettigrew." Snape poked him.

“I’m not sure how many people know about it now.”

Before Howard could even breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this short list, he heard Sirius add another sentence.

"How could this happen?" Howard asked.

"Ah," Sirius raised his hand and grabbed a handful of his half-long curly hair, his eyes wandering a little, "We made a small magic prop when we were at Hogwarts."

"It's called the Marauder's Map. It records all the secret passages we have found in the past seven years. It can also show everyone's location in real time..."

Howard's fingers subconsciously gripped the edge of the desk, his eyes fixed on Sirius.

"After graduation, we..."

"Left that map in the castle, and left a riddle about it."

"So, what you mean is that in the past decade or so, more than one student may have received your "gift" every year?" Snape widened his eyes in disbelief.

Seeing Sirius nodded, Howard's body swayed and he almost couldn't breathe.