A day at Hogwarts

The Knight Bus, the fastest legend in the British wizarding world, slammed on the brakes and stopped outside the gate of Hogwarts.

Just now, in order to avoid the traffic jam caused by a car accident on the highway, the car first shuttled back and forth between the cars, then turned into a country road, and began to rush left and right among the sheep.

The car door opened with a "swipe", and Lupine stood up dazedly, holding a suitcase tightly in his hands. He vaguely remembered that he was sitting in the back of the car when he first got in the car, but now he got up and found that the door was open. in sight.

In the late spring, the sky was covered with white clouds, the breeze was calm, Hogwarts Castle was still the same, and the people standing in front of the gate did not surprise him.

"Long time no see, James." Lupine still hadn't recovered from motion sickness, "Sirius and..."

The next second, Lupine and Harry jumped up at the same time.

Lupine rubbed his temples, looked at Harry carefully for a while, and said in surprise, "You are Harry, Harry Potter!"

"You look exactly like James, eyes, yes, eyes like Lily!"

He had never thought of meeting Harry here before. In the past, it was Charles who came here, so he was not prepared at all, and he was a little excited to meet him on the first day of the new year.

Harry asked Lupine nervously, "Hello, are you my father's friend?"

Lupine laughed. "Yeah, we're best friends. We're both Gryffindors, always inseparable and helping each other in that castle."

"I hugged you when you were just born, wrinkled, a small ball..."

As he spoke, his eyes moistened.

In the distance, Dumbledore looked at the two chatting happily, turned and left.

In the Gryffindor common room, Hermione glared at Charles fiercely and said, "Don't you have something to do, why are you staring at me like that!"

After Hermione came back from lunch, she sat here and did her homework, but Charles kept sitting across from her and stared at herself, as if she had never seen herself before.

Charles suddenly became serious, stood up and said to her, "Come with me, I have something to ask you."

Hermione wanted to say that she would continue to do her homework, but seeing how serious he was, she thought it should be an important matter, so she closed the book and followed him.

When she walked to the door, she suddenly turned her head and saw Ron standing up happily, staring at him, and Ron sat down obediently and continued to do his homework.

After more than ten minutes, Hermione walked into a door and said in surprise: "Hogwarts has such a room!"

Charles took the equipment from the shelf beside him and handed it to her, and said with a smile, "This is the Room of Response, I think you should know."

"Hurry up, someone else will come later."

Now that Neville and Seamus came here every Friday afternoon to practice their spells, Hogwarts was the only place that could withstand Seamus' scourge.

Hermione didn't accept the equipment that Charles handed over, she frowned slightly and said to him, "I don't think a gentleman would let a lady do this kind of thing."

Charles smiled and stuffed a boxing glove into her hand, and said at the same time, "I didn't mean to hit you. Didn't you realize that you didn't use much strength when you dragged Ron from the lobby on the first floor back to the common room? "

Harry had a chance to run away just now, and Ron wanted to follow, but Hermione thought that Harry alone was enough for this matter, so she dragged Ron back to the common room to do his homework.

Charles watched the whole process with a smile on the side, and noticed Hermione's strangeness.

Hermione pouted and said, "It's not the magic you gave me for Christmas, now I eat almost as much as you."

She said, putting on the boxing gloves carefully.

Charles used to put on a hand target, punched two punches to test the feel, and said to her, "Come on, punch here with the greatest strength, and see what you have learned."

Hermione walked up to him reluctantly, her mouth still pouted: "I want a lemon drizzle cake."

"No problem!" Charles agreed, "I'll do it tonight."

"I'll try it first." Hermione took a deep breath, followed what Charles said when bragging before, took half a step with her front foot, kicked her back foot on the ground, turned around and punched.

Charles put the target in the right position for her punch, and it looked as good as it had been when Harry had just learned to box for a week.

Hermione took another deep breath, and Charles suddenly felt some changes in her temperament, a bit like Professor McGonagall who was admonishing others.

"I did my best!"

A flash of lightning appeared in the girl's eyes, and after a while, hair-like lightning appeared on the skin and kept moving.

"Boom!"

Hermione punched the center of the target with a loud sound.

After retracting her fist, she took off her glove, obviously unwilling to hit him a second time.

"Not bad." Charles nodded in satisfaction. "With this strength, let alone Ron, I'm afraid George and Fred can drag it away."

Hermione said with an unhappy face: "I'm afraid I will grow up like a pig in the future."

Twelve or thirteen-year-old girls are not interested in being strong, but more concerned about their own figure. If they become big and round, they will be finished.

Charles said with a smile: "Maybe it will become like Madonna."

Seeing Hermione take out her wand, Charles hurriedly asked, "Does it affect casting spells?"

Hermione pouted and said, "You can see for yourself."

"Clear water is like a spring!"

With the wave of the wand, a two-meter-high wave spurted from the tip of the wand and rushed towards Charles.

With a wave of Charles' wand, the Iron Armor Curse blocked the water waves, and the shelf with the gloves and protective gear behind it was knocked tottering.

"Amazing!" He marveled at Hermione's Water-Creating Curse, "If this continues, Seamus will not be as good as you."

Hermione returned to her original appearance, this time she stopped pouting: "It can only be like this at that time, and it will be the same as usual when you recover."

Charles thought about it and said: "Don't relax, practice more at ordinary times, and don't tell others, use it only when necessary."

"Got it." Hermione asked him curiously, "What about you?"

Charles smiled and said, "A little better than you."

Hermione obviously didn't believe it, and Charles didn't explain much.

Charles didn't stop practicing the magic brought by the lightning. It may be because the amount of lightning in his body is too large. Currently, he is not very skilled in controlling it, and it is easy to achieve the effect of Seamus.

"I'm going back to do my homework." Hermione turned to leave, "Remember the cake tonight."

"Remember." Charles had a kind smile on his face, "What else do you want to eat?"

Hermione raised her hand and snapped her fingers and said, "Toffee pudding, custard and jelly cream fruit trifle, Victoria cake..."

After counting, she said depressedly: "My father doesn't even agree with me eating these."

Charles thought to himself, could this girl be possessed by Ruby?

He replied: "Don't worry, it's all on me!"