You're not so great after all? Ciel strikes, Legilimency!

Chapter 93 You're not so great after all? Ciel strikes, Legilimency!

At this moment, in the Slytherin Headmaster's office.

Malfoy was excitedly reporting to Snape on the reactions of the other houses after the class.

"They were all terrified."

"Now they'll understand that the House Cup belongs to Slytherin."

"And Godfather, no one can defy your authority at Hogwarts. Those fools from Gryffindor will be trembling with fear when they attend your classes!"

Snape's lips curled up slightly, as if he had thought of something, and he continued to ask.

"Where's Charles Evans, that first-year student from Hufflepuff?"

Malfoy's eyes lit up.

"We can't find him anywhere. I knew it! No matter how talented he is, he's just a first-year student. How dare he disobey the professor?"

"They're probably hiding in fear now, too scared to face those Hufflepuffs..."

Just then, Snape's ears twitched, as if he had heard something.

A look of doubt appeared in his eyes.

"Why do I feel like someone's outside the door?"

"Who's outside? What's all the noise about? Don't you know how to knock?"

The next moment, a piercing, teeth-grinding sound came from the doorway into the office.

On the heavy door, bright red marks were clearly visible, quickly spreading into a passage large enough for one person to pass through.

Then, a sense of foreboding flashed through Snape's mind, as if a monstrous dragon was lurking behind the door, ready to devour its prey!

He instinctively drew his wand.

"Armor for protection!"

Immediately afterwards, the cut-off door panel came crashing down like a cannonball, slamming into the invisible barrier in the air with a loud bang.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and broken pieces of wood hit the office walls, making the whole office seem to shake.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure walked in—it was none other than the Shire that Malfoy and Snape had just mentioned!

Ciel tilted his head, looking at Malfoy lying on the ground in shock, and Snape protected by the Iron Man Charm, and a bright smile spread across his face.

"So you guys didn't get killed after all."

"That's great! Now we've got some fun to do."

Immediately, Ciel waved his mithril wand, and the shattered gate was restored to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, but it was also tightly bound together with thick iron chains.

An ominous premonition rose in Snape and Malfoy's hearts.

What exactly is Ciel trying to do by acting like this?

He barged into the Slytherin Headmaster's office?! Has he gone mad?!

"Malfoy exclaimed."

"What are you doing here!"

"What, what are you going to do?!"

Snape hissed like a viper.

"Who gave you permission to come in like this?"

"Hufflepuff loses 100 points, no, Hufflepuff loses 200 points!"

"Get out of here! I'll talk to Headmaster Hufflepuff about this and then decide on your punishment, but I guarantee, Charles Evans, your confinement will be no less than three months!"

But the next moment, Charles said quietly.

"You guys seem to still not understand the situation?"

"It's so noisy."

Immediately afterwards, Ciel raised his foot and broke the wrist bone of Malfoy, who was lying on the ground, as he gripped his wand.

A crisp click silenced the Slytherin Headmaster's office.

Snape and Malfoy were stunned; they never expected the Shire to do such a thing.

Immediately, excruciating pain shot from his wrist to Malfoy's brain, causing him to let out a hysterical howl.

"How dare you!"

"You broke my wrist!"

"My father will not let you get away with this!"

Charles smiled, lifted his foot slightly, and then stomped down again.

Step down, and step down again.

It wasn't until Malfoy's wrists and ankles were broken that Ciel looked down at Malfoy, whose pupils were already dilated.

"Should we still call out?"

"I notice you really enjoy tattling, and you're quite good at it, but I just don't like it."

"I'll break your ankle so you can run slower."

"I'll break your wrist so you can't be so smug, waving your arms around and even pointing your finger at me."

"Do you like this gift I gave you?"

"Once you've regained consciousness, you can call your father over. I don't mind breaking every single bone in your body in front of him. Then you'll realize that your weak father is completely incapable of doing anything."

"The clamor of the weak is truly unpleasant to hear."

Ciel patted Malfoy's face, causing Malfoy to faint completely, whether from excruciating pain or extreme fear.

His series of swift and decisive actions caught even Snape, a former Death Eater, completely off guard.

When Snape finally came to his senses, he suddenly pointed his wand at the Shire, his face filled with unprecedented horror.

"You attacked your classmate?"

"Charles Evans, do you know what crime you've committed?"

"I'm going to petition Headmaster Dumbledore to expel you and throw you into Azkaban!"

Upon hearing this, Charles almost doubled over with laughter.

"What did I do? Professor Snape, how can you, a former Death Eater, not see what I did?"

"It's very simple. Just break four of his bones and give him a lesson he'll never forget."

"After all, such injuries are easily healed in the magical world, but he'll probably remember the pain very clearly."

"It's just that I don't know the Cruciatus Curse, otherwise this lesson might be even more unforgettable. Professor Snape, you should be very familiar with this kind of thing."

When Snape was immediately recognized as a Death Eater, his pupils contracted and his mind went blank.

"Charles Evans, what exactly do you want to do...?"

Even he himself didn't realize that his usual sarcastic tone towards students from other colleges had become somewhat weak and yielding.

This time, it was Ciel's turn to show a mocking expression.

"What are you doing?"

"So, what you, as a professor, enjoy doing with the young wizards?"

"Bullying the weak, that's all."

A wide smile appeared on Charles's lips.

"Professor Snape, you didn't consider that some students might dare to lay a hand on you, or that some students might be capable of laying a hand on you, did you?"

"Tsk, tsk, so you're saying you're well aware of how vulnerable the students are to you?"

"What a pity you ran into me. You shouldn't have messed with my stupid kids."

"This time, it won't go unpunished like your previous acts of violence, Professor, because I..."

"Much better than you!"

At that moment, Snape felt as if a terrifying shadow had been cast upon him.

An overwhelming aura pressed down on him, causing him to instinctively take the initiative and launch an attack on Charles.

"Disarm you!"

The light flashed and struck Ciel squarely, but was easily deflected by the dragon armor on Ciel's body.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

Another spell hit, and was once again blocked without any suspense. Even Ciel's steps forward were not hindered in the slightest.

Snape's pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints.

He couldn't fathom how Charles had managed to do all that.

Why does a first-year wizard have such an aura and such strength?

And there's the terrifying aura of indifference he exudes, as if anything standing in his way would be crushed with a flick of his wrist!

"Fuchsia!"

In a panic, Snape used his self-created control spell.

After the inverted bell spell also failed, he could no longer tolerate Charles's approach and roared as he used an unmistakable dark magic spell.

"The Divine Blade is Without a Shadow!"

That's truly one of Snape's signature moves.

Magic coalesced into an invisible blade, whistling as it struck Ciel.

The Divine Sharpness, which possesses the power to ward off evil, finally managed to shake the Dragon Armor Curse, creating a slight gap in its defenses.

Before Snape's joy could even solidify, Ciel raised his wand.

"Is that all?"

"The Divine Strike Has No Shadow, so it is nothing special."

"Then, Professor, please take a look at my blade."

Then, Charles whispered.

"Night's Edge... Triple Casting"

In an instant, an invisible blade of light burst forth from the tip of the mithril wand, traversing the distance between Ciel and Snape, piercing through Snape's body, and pinning him directly to the wall like a spear!

The blood dripped and flowed, then was directly evaporated into a thin mist of blood by the light blade of the Night's Edge Curse.

Snape looked at the Shire, and fear finally showed in his eyes.

He had no doubt that Charles would kill him in the next moment.

However, Ciel did not make a move; he simply removed Snape's wand and continued to approach Snape step by step.

This gave Snape a glimmer of hope, leading him to believe that the Shire was afraid of Dumbledore and afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts.

He spoke with difficulty.

"It's not too late for you to stop now. I can explain to Dumbledore, and perhaps you won't be expelled..."

Before Snape could finish speaking, Ciel laughed.

"Dumbledore?"

"Expulsion from Hogwarts?"

Charles's laughter grew increasingly exaggerated.

"You don't really think I'm afraid of being expelled from Hogwarts, do you?"

"Please, you're a Death Eater. Where else can you go besides Dumbledore being willing to protect you, keep you at Hogwarts, and even give you a professorship or a headmaster position? Of course you can't leave Hogwarts."

"But with my talent and strength, the world is vast, I can roam freely, why should I have anything to fear?"

"Besides, old bat, haven't you gotten used to bullying the students all these years?"

"Expel me? You don't actually think you can expel me, do you?"

Shire tore open Snape's sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark on his arm.

Snape instinctively tried to cover it up, but Ciel pinned his arms to the wall again.

Immediately, Ciel took out his camera and photographed Snape's Dark Mark.

Snape was now completely panicked.

He realized that he had no idea what Ciel's purpose was. All he knew was that Ciel, a first-year student, could not be viewed with the mindset of a student. This guy was a madman, a demon!

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Snape groaned in pain.

"Charles said quietly."

"Actually, I've always been wondering, you're a Death Eater, you finally got taken in and given a safe haven, what makes you so arrogant?"

"You really think Dumbledore can cover everything up? He can't wash away your Dark Mark either."

"If you were more docile, perhaps people could temporarily forget what you've done. But all these years you've been cheering for Slytherin, acting like you're defending the glory of purebloods. Are you afraid people won't remember you were once a Death Eater?"

"Perhaps you really aren't afraid? Then let's see if that's true."

"Send this photo to the Daily Prophet, to all the parents of Hogwarts students, and remind them that there is a Death Eater here who is verbally abusing a large number of young wizards, and who knows, there might even be physical punishment. Maybe it can awaken some long-forgotten memories."

Snape's body began to tremble with fear.

"don't want……"

He stammered out his plea for mercy.

"Don't do that."

Please.

Shire stared at Snape.

This greasy, gloomy old bat is actually a pure-love warrior in the original books, a highly popular character, and was called one of the bravest people by Harry Potter...

But what does this have to do with Ciel?

Charles gave a cold laugh.

"Professor Snape can beg for mercy too. So you do have things you care about."

"Ah, you care about your life at Hogwarts, you care about the identity you've painstakingly concealed, you care about your reputation and honor as a Potions Master, and you don't want the Death Eater's mark to ruin all of that."

"But why didn't you think about all those young wizards? They care about being insulted by professors, they care about losing points in the House Cup, they care about the evaluations they receive..."

"If you don't care about others, why should they care about you?"

"I am a person who is really hard to be provoked, but once I am provoked and decide to take action, my principle is to disregard the consequences, fight to the death, and leave no future troubles."

With a flick of his wrist, the photograph flew out the window.

An owl carrying a photograph flew away into the distance.

A mysterious smile appeared in Charles's eyes.

The photo was taken in the office of the Minister of Magic.

Fudge had taken Ciel to Azkaban before, and Ciel understood the implications in his words.

Although it's unclear what the Minister of Magic is thinking, it seems quite obvious that he intends to target Dumbledore.

Considering how much Fudge reimbursed me, I'll give him this photo of the Dark Mark on Snape's arm as a gift.

This generous Minister of Magic, Ciel doesn't want him to fall from power; he hopes he'll continue to thrive.

The moment the owl took the photo, Snape felt as if he had fallen into hell.

Regardless of where the photograph ends up, he knows that his life at Hogwarts is completely over.

"You win."

Snape's voice was low, but the hatred and resentment in his eyes were almost tangible.

"Can you put me down now?"

But these words made Ciel laugh.

"Professor, were you always this affectionate with your enemies when you were Death Eaters?"

"You gave the enemy a minor, insignificant blow, and then you're going to let them go? Wow, are you kids playing house?"

Charles repeated each word carefully.

"Now that I've taken action and become your enemy, I will completely eliminate this threat."

"After all, it would be quite troublesome if a Potions Master or a Death Eater were hiding in the shadows plotting revenge."

"You don't think I didn't notice the resentment in your eyes, or do you think I don't hold grudges?"

"Professor, we're sworn enemies, this is nothing! You don't think it's over yet, do you?"

"The Shire whispered in Snape's ear."

"Don't worry, everyone will applaud your death. I have the means to do that."

"As for the knowledge in your head, I will break it down and extract it bit by bit."

"Without these, you're nothing special."

"Fate and such are already a mess. So many people are dead, what difference does one more make?"

Snape looked at the Shire, his mind racing.

Just as his defenses crumbled, Ciel's mithril wand pressed against Snape's temple.

Ciel stared at Snape's confused eyes.

"Physical pain is nothing to you."

"Only those memories you've buried deep in your heart can truly cause you unbearable pain, Professor."

"Do you enjoy psychological abuse? Does it make you feel good?"

"Professor, you must be strong later, you must smile."

The next moment, Ciel whispered the incantation.

"Capturing thoughts and ideas."

At the same time, Charles whispered to Deep Blue in his mind.

"Deep Blue, use the Mind-Seizing Incantation to directly target me in the direction of excavating memories, stealing knowledge, and breaching the brain's defenses..."

"Four simulations!"

(End of this chapter)