The Insights of the Gods, Deducing the Forbidden Spells at Hogwarts

Dumbledore and McGonagall simultaneously turned their gaze toward Harry.

Harry's face remained expressionless, completely unaware that these two ancient wizards had already considered him their experiment.

At least, it wouldn't cause him any real harm.

Charlie let out a small sigh of relief.

After all, he didn't yet know how to use Occlumency.

If a wizard of Dumbledore's level used Legilimency on him, everything he was hiding would be exposed.

"My dear Harry, please forgive me."

Dumbledore took Harry from McGonagall's arms.

Harry fell into Dumbledore's embrace without resistance, even letting out a cheerful giggle.

Then, Dumbledore gently raised his wand and brought it closer to Harry.

In an instant

A surge of magic flowed through the wand into Harry's body.

A thin strand of glowing memory was drawn out by Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's eyes slowly closed as he began to process the information.

McGonagall's expression grew tense.

She was waiting for Dumbledore's findings.

Everything about what had happened in this house was crucial to them.

Suddenly

Dumbledore's expression shifted dramatically, his brows knitting together.

"Albus, what is it? Have you found the wizard who intervened?"

Professor McGonagall asked anxiously.

"Oh, please wait a moment. Things are still unclear."

Dumbledore spoke softly, his peripheral vision catching sight of Charlie.

This little baby… could naturally enter an Animagus form?

Merlin's beard!

Cases like this had only been described in ancient, unverifiable texts.

Yet now, in his lifetime, he was witnessing it with his own eyes.

Clearly, the test conducted on Charlie a year ago had failed to measure his full potential.

Wait

A fire dragon!

In Dumbledore's mind

Charlie had already transformed into a fire dragon, exuding a terrifying aura and an overwhelming presence.

His cold, ruthless gaze was utterly ferocious.

This was truly astonishing.

Dumbledore let out a long sigh.

"Albus, what is it?"

Professor McGonagall was growing desperate.

She had never seen Dumbledore wear such an expression before.

A mix of complexity, hesitation

And finally, sheer shock.

"Please be patient."

Dumbledore composed himself and continued extracting information.

Seeing this, McGonagall refrained from further interrupting.

However, her gaze locked onto Charlie.

Because just now, Dumbledore had already looked at Charlie more than five times.

Could this baby be the key to everything?

No, that's impossible. He's just an infant, what role could he possibly play?

The most likely explanation was that he had been a burden to James and Lily.

McGonagall reasoned to herself.

Dumbledore continued his meditation.

The images in his mind flickered again

And once more, he saw Charlie transforming into a fire dragon, unleashing a stream of dragon flames that incinerated the Death Eaters surrounding Lily into ashes.

Such decisiveness, such resolve.

This time, Dumbledore couldn't suppress his shock.

His body trembled slightly

He nearly stumbled.

A premonition surged in his heart

Everything that had happened today… was tied to Charlie.

McGonagall took note of everything.

But she chose not to interrupt again.

Dumbledore recalled Charlie's cold, ruthless gaze

Even his heart quivered slightly.

This was just a child.

Even if he had entered an Animagus form, shouldn't he have retained his original nature?

No one would ever associate a one-year-old infant with the image of a fire dragon.

Could it be something similar to how werewolves lose their human nature when they transform?

Perhaps.

Or maybe

It was because he saw his mother in danger.

And his instincts had driven him to protect his loved ones.

This was the power of love.

Yes.

That had to be the answer.

Dumbledore convinced himself.

Taking a deep breath

His gaze toward Charlie grew even more complicated.

Charlie, noticing Dumbledore's increasingly peculiar glances,

Responded with an adorable, innocent smile.

Right now

Playing dumb was the best strategy.

After all, his body was still that of a child.

If he revealed too much and got captured by some dark wizards for experimentation, that would be a nightmare.

His body was still too small.

He couldn't afford such risks.

At that moment

McGonagall had already picked Charlie up in her arms.

She began examining him

Occasionally pinching his chubby cheeks,

Or gently touching his small arms.

Charlie was feeling utterly miserable.

"Ah!"

At that moment

Dumbledore suddenly let out a startled cry.

Cold sweat poured down his face as he gasped for breath.

"Albus, what's wrong? Do you need help?"

McGonagall was growing anxious.

It was the first time she had ever seen Dumbledore lose his composure like this.

She immediately abandoned her examination of Charlie and hurried to Dumbledore's side, steadying him.

Dumbledore ignored Professor McGonagall.

He focused on his own breathing

Deep and slow.

The scene that had just played out in his mind was simply too shocking.

A child

Charlie

Had actually wielded a wand

And cast a spell at Voldemort…

And it seemed to be something similar to the Killing Curse?!

How was this possible?

Could he have learned it just by watching Voldemort use the Killing Curse?

James and Lily would never have used the Killing Curse in front of Charlie.

If that was truly the case…

Then this was beyond extraordinary.

Unbelievable!

"Albus! Albus!"

McGonagall's urgent voice broke through his thoughts.

Seeing that Dumbledore still hadn't responded, she was beginning to panic.

"Professor McGonagall, I must apologize, but I cannot tell you what I saw today."

"Everything, everything, is of the highest secrecy. I hope you can understand."

"For now, let's focus on settling everything here, James and Lily's remains, and these two poor children."

"Dear God… Is all of this truly real?"

Dumbledore's heart pounded.

Using Legilimency on Harry had completely shattered his previous understanding of what defined a genius wizard.

Dumbledore knew well enough what kind of wizard he himself was.

But compared to Charlie… he suddenly felt insignificant.

Who could possibly be this powerful as an infant?

Professor McGonagall stood there, bewildered.

She had no idea how to respond.

Dumbledore was acting far too strangely.

And it seemed

He intended to keep everything a secret.

Not telling anyone…

Not even her.

"Let's go. We need to handle everything quickly."

With that, Dumbledore began clearing up the aftermath.

[You have fully experienced the process of Legilimency. You gained deep insight and have comprehended an advanced version of Occlumency: The Fortified Edition.]

Charlie finally let out a breath of relief.

At last.

Without Occlumency, facing these powerful figures would have been… truly frustrating.