As the Principal of Hogwarts and the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, he commanded more Dark Arts than most Dark Wizards.
He also knew what Charlie meant by asking that.
But just because he could do it didn't mean others could.
Even using only white magic, he was stronger than Dark Wizards.
Charlie stood up, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
His voice became wild:
"If one cannot even resist the erosion of the Dark Arts, how can one touch the vast sea of magical knowledge?"
"If one does not learn the Dark Arts, how can one resist the Dark Arts?"
These words instantly struck Dumbledore's heart.
He then realized that Charlie in front of him was completely different from Tom.
Charlie was uninhibited, unrestrained, and made no secret of his desire for power.
Unlike Tom, who pretended to be humble and gentle when studying, but was extremely sensitive and twisted inside.
Charlie's eyes were clear; his desire for power was open and honest.
A desire for power is perfectly normal for young people.
Dumbledore would not condemn everyone who desired power.
But he was still uneasy.
After all, Charlie's age was a factor; if he researched the Dark Arts when he was an adult, Dumbledore wouldn't mind at all.
But he was only eleven years old now.
Charlie saw Dumbledore's concern.
"I know what you're worried about."
He raised his wand and whispered.
"Expecto Patronum."
Silver light surged from the tip of his wand, and a silver glow appeared, forming a blurry divine dragon.
Those obsessed with the Dark Arts cannot cast a Patronus Charm.
Dumbledore smiled knowingly, completely relieved.
"A beautiful Patronus Charm, Charlie."
"It seems my worries were unnecessary."
Seeing that Charlie would not be obsessed with the Dark Arts, Dumbledore also let Charlie go back to rest... In the dead of night at Hogwarts, the faculty quarters were silent.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on Snape's sallow face.
He suddenly opened his eyes and rose from his greasy, yellowed pillow.
A burning sensation emanated from his left forearm; the Dark Mark was hot.
Snape sat up and pushed up his sleeve to look.
The skull mark was glowing with an eerie green light, and the serpentine pattern twisted, lifelike.
The Dark Lord's summons came too suddenly.
After meeting Quirrell last time, he became Lord Voldemort's spy (and also Dumbledore's spy, a double agent).
Lord Voldemort would not contact him unless it was a critical moment.
Had something happened?
Snape quickly put on his black robes and quietly left his dormitory.
Following the guidance of the Dark Mark, he journeyed deep into the Forbidden Forest.
"My Lord Dark Lord?"
He called out in a hushed voice, testing the air.
All around was silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the night wind.
Just as Snape was wondering, there was a rustling sound in the bushes.
"Bow your head."
A hoarse voice spoke, carrying a chilling coldness that made one's hair stand on end.
Snape immediately lowered his head and saw a black venomous snake coiled in the bushes.
The snake's eyes glowed red, staring fixedly at him.
"My Lord Dark Lord?"
Snape's voice was filled with shock.
"Yes, Severus."
The venomous snake spoke, its voice precisely Lord Voldemort's cold tone.
"I can only exist in this form now."
Snape knelt, but the doubt in his heart grew deeper.
"My Master, how did you come to be like this, possessing a snake?"
He asked cautiously.
"Where is Quirrell?"
At the mention of Quirrell, angry red light flashed in the snake's eyes.
"That waste is dead!"
Lord Voldemort's voice was full of fury.
"Killed by a damned student!"
Snape froze.
Quirrell killed by a student?
How was that possible?
Although Quirrell was weak, he was still an adult Wizard; how could he be defeated by a student?
"Master, what do we do now?"
"My time is running out."
The venomous snake's voice grew weaker.
"Soon I will fall into a slumber for at least a month."
"When I awaken, I will need you to help me acquire the Philosopher's Stone."
Snape's heart sank.
"Master, if I act directly, my undercover mission will fail."
"Of course I know that."
"You don't need to act directly; I have my own arrangements."
"You only need to cooperate with me at the critical moment."
Snape wanted to inquire about the specific plan, but the venomous snake's eyes were already starting to lose focus.
"Remember, Severus."
Lord Voldemort's voice grew fainter and fainter.
"The Philosopher's Stone... must be obtained..."
The words had barely fallen when the venomous snake slumped to the ground, completely losing consciousness.
Snape carefully picked up the venomous snake and hid it in his robes.
He looked around, confirmed that no one had noticed, and quickly returned to the Castle.
Back in his dormitory, Snape placed the venomous snake in a hidden corner.
He sat on the edge of his bed, deep in thought.
Quirrell killed by a student, the Dark Lord only able to possess a snake, and now falling into a long slumber.
What exactly happened tonight?
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