Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Unigel, a temporary castle.

It was said to be a castle, but it was just a two-story stone house, which was then used as a meeting hall.

Charles sat in the middle, looking a little tired. Of course, he didn't go out to fool around. He didn't dare to watch him with Maleficent and Theodora.

These days, he is sorting out his memory.

Only he knows the big and small things in the future and the changes in the plot nodes. No one, not even Dumbledore, knows the real future.

For this discussion, Ciel spent a lot of energy.

"yawn."

Charles yawned listlessly.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by the sound of Apparition, Lucius' figure appeared outside the stone house. He was wearing a black cloak. Although it was completely black, he could still see the restrained luxury. Malfoy's glory did not allow him to look poor.

Taking a hasty look at the Muggles around, Lucius didn't bother to give them another look, and soon came to the second floor.

"Dear"

Charles interrupted Lucius.

"I'm not Voldemort, I don't need to be like this..."

"Exactly."

"Since you're here, let's expand this place."

Lucius was slightly taken aback, but nodded quickly.

"I see."

The stone house is not big, but there are either witches or wizards present, so it is easy to expand it.

"The wall extends."

"Room sprawls."

Lucius picked up his wand, walked to the surrounding walls, and began to release the Untraceable Stretching Charm conscientiously.

The Untraceable Stretching Curse is easy to use, and the threshold is not high, but if you really master it, it is actually a very advanced spell. Even Dumbledore dare not say that he is proficient.

This kind of expanded room is only temporary, and it will fail after a while, but it should be fine until they discuss the results.

During the process of casting the spell, Lucius looked at the guests in the room calmly. Apart from the Charles he knew, there was another person he knew among the people present.

It was Severus Snape, half friend, half exchange ally.

The famous master of potions was sitting calmly in a corner far away from Shire, expressionless, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Lucius winks at him a few times, but the latter is completely unmoved.

At his plastic brotherhood, Lucius twitched his eyes.

He gave up communicating with Snape, and instead looked at the remaining three people he didn't know quietly.

All women, three witches.

They are not young, but they are not old. Although their youth is gone, they can still see their outstanding appearance when they were young.

Lucius did not remember these three faces.

They are not pure blood.

But since he could be invited here by Charles, Lucius would not be so stupid as to show contempt in person, even if he had this idea, it would not be here.

Slightly expanding the room, Lucius found a place to sit down, and before he could relax, another apparition sound appeared.

"Snapped!"

Soon, Dumbledore came up with Nicolas.

look around.

"Looks like we're the last to arrive."

he said with a smile. Together with Dumbledore, Nicole and Lemega, they are almost a thousand years old, which is understandable.

"Then everyone is here."

With a wave of Charles' wand, two chairs were pulled out in front of Dumbledore and the two of them. Nicolomet sat on them tremblingly, and said tremblingly.

"No, the future."

"How did you see it?"

In fact, compared to what the future looks like and what happens in the future, Nicolas Flamel cares more about how Charles sees the future.

Prophecy is not uncommon in the magic world, but prophecy is often very vague, and prophecy has always been two-way, even the most accurate prophecy, at the end of the end, is faced with two completely opposite choices.

Either life or death.

But what Charles saw was too accurate.

"yawn."

Charles took out a bottle of energy potion from his bosom and took it, and finally he became more energetic.

"Snapped!"

He tapped the long table in front of him with his wand, like stacked gears, the wooden table quickly rolled and split apart, slowly raising the three wooden steps below.

On each wooden step, there is a meditation basin, surrounded by some numbered memories.

There are countless archives in Charles' mind, and many big plots have been repeated dozens or even hundreds of times. It can be said that the last thing he lacks is memory.

"Everyone knows what our purpose is today."

"War is imminent, we must find a right way."

"I see the future, and I see a lot, but also, there are a lot of things I don't know... I hope you can make up for that."

Ciel took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, tapped it a few times with his wand, duplicated it into a double, and continued duplicating it again.

"Before that, let me introduce each other to you."

"This is Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful White Wizard I know."

Charles paused and looked at Maleficent.

"You should have met."

Maleficent snorted, and Dumbledore nodded politely at the latter, but Maleficent didn't like Dumbledore who had used the Dragon Binding Curse.

Lucius did not expect that this witch knew Dumbledore, and she was invited by Shire, so her status was very unusual, which made him even more curious.

"This is Nicole May, the alchemist who refined the Philosopher's Stone. He is older than the longest-lived fairy godmother known."

When introducing Dumbledore, Francesco and Theodora didn't pay attention, after all, they didn't fight Dumbledore.

And they are very confident.

But upon hearing these words from Charles, he looked at Nicolas in a rare way.

The lifespan of fairies is not fixed, and they are even somewhat idealistic, but it is true that the older they are, the stronger their power is. This is not a secret among the witches in Fairyland, and Francesco knows it too.

The Fairy King is over three hundred years old and the most powerful Fairy.

"This is Lucius Malfoy who is proficient in the dark arts, and a lot, local customs."

Lucius maintained the so-called pure-blood demeanor and nodded slightly. Unfortunately, Maleficent and the others didn't even look at him, but Dumbledore looked at this old opponent among the pure-blood Death Eaters. nodded.

As for what Lucius thinks in his heart, I don't know. After all, he is indeed inferior to Dumbledore and Nicolas, and the introduction seems mediocre. Thinking about it this way, it seems that he is inferior to Snape.

"This is Severus Snape, a potions master."

"A true master."

"If there is a chance, the two of you can communicate."

Ciel turned his attention to Maleficent again.