A day at Hogwarts

With the arrival of a new week, the students were attracted by the latest announcement on the bulletin board on their way to the cafeteria for breakfast.

The Dueling Club has reopened again, and everyone is welcome to join.

At the dinner table, a gossip spread rapidly among the students.

"To the Forbidden Forest?" Charles was taken aback for a moment, "Or is the professor leading the team?"

Fred looked very excited: "That's right, Professor Grylls said that after Halloween, he will take students to study in the Forbidden Forest."

George on the side said: "Of course, it's only on the edge, and it won't go too deep."

Charles nodded, it seems that Bell is teaching the real thing.

After breakfast, Percy found him as he was leaving the cafeteria.

Percy handed a large volume of letters to Charles: "Father said he would give you that car. He is very happy to have someone with the same hobbies as himself."

Charles scratched his head. He asked Percy to help contact Mr. Weasley and offered a hundred galleons to buy the car, but he actually gave it to him directly.

Although the car was running around in the Forbidden Forest, it was not difficult to catch it. It was easy for Mr. Weasley to get it back, but he gave it away.

Percy saw Charles' question, so he said, "Mother doesn't want to see that car again."

Charles understood that this car almost destroyed Ron, and it was a good thing that Mrs. Weasley hadn't come and dismantled it herself.

"It's not good for me to just take the car." Charles paid attention to reciprocity. "Ron's wand is broken. I'll give you the money later. You can help Ron buy a new wand."

Percy thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

The first class this morning was herbal medicine. Before walking out of the gate of the castle, Eleanor suddenly appeared and asked Charles to come to her tonight.

After dinner, Charles came to Eleanor's laboratory.

Eleanor was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, with several paintings floating in front of her, and she seemed to be having difficulty choosing.

Sitting next to her, Charles saw drawings of broomsticks of all kinds, complete with performance data.

"You want to buy a broomstick?" Charles asked.

"Yeah." Eleanor nodded, "That Malfoy sponsored broomsticks for Slytherin, and he was so proud every day, I can't stand it anymore."

"I got in touch with Randolph Badmore, the son of Abel Badmore, one of the founders of the Erlerby and Badmore company in Germany, who was good at making broomsticks, and he was very interested in defeating the Nimbus racing broom company. interested."

"Hmph, I want to give Gryffindor something better!"

Charles thought, well, this is the rhythm of fighting for wealth.

Eleanor took his arm and asked, "There are a few patterns sent over there, you can see which one is suitable."

Charles took a closer look, and found that the performance of these broomsticks was higher than that of the Nimbus 2001, and among them was the predecessor of the Firebolt.

"Just this one."

He eventually settled on a broomstick called the Firefly.

Eleanor asked him, "Why did you choose this one?"

Charles said: "This is the broomstick used by the Aurors of the German Ministry of Magic. It is very flexible and can accelerate instantly."

Although the performance of the Firebolt is good, it is not easy to fully utilize it. Using a broomstick with a score of 200 but only exerting 60% of its performance is not as good as using a broom with a score of 150 to exert 90% of its performance.

Not everyone on the Gryffindor Quidditch team is as talented as Harry. Others use the Firebolt to waste performance, and maybe there will be problems because they can't control it.

Eleanor asked him curiously: "How do you know that the German Aurors use this kind of broom?"

Charles replied: "I heard from Marlene that an Auror came to her house to buy medicine... Hey!"

Before he finished speaking, Eleanor pressed him on the bed and asked with a smirk, "Where is Marlene from?"

Charles replied with a black line: "It's just a new friend."

"I don't believe it!" Eleanor asked, "Girlfriend?"

Charles shook his head in denial.

"It's boring!" Eleanor looked disappointed, "I thought you had grown up."

Charles routinely replied: "I am still young, and now I focus on my studies."

"Tch..." Eleanor lay down next to him, holding his hand as a pillow, "Don't have fun when you're young, and it's too late to regret it when you're older."

I'm just having fun, Charles thought.

Eleanor took a long breath after she finished speaking.

"What's wrong?" Charles asked her. "You look a little unhappy?"

"Yeah." Eleanor said softly, "Family matters."

"That bastard, I don't know where I heard about the "Secrecy Act", and said that I am a wizard and I want to sever ties with Muggles, so I shouldn't have a share of Grandpa's inheritance."

"You saw my grandpa too, on the night of the Christmas holiday."

"When you get older, shrinking potions just give people virtual youth."

"Now he can't wake up, and neither can Professor Snape and Dumbledore."

Charles hugged her and patted her on the back lightly.

Eleanor lay quietly on his chest and said nothing.

Charles just hugged her quietly and didn't say anything to comfort her.

After an unknown amount of time, Eleanor asked him suddenly: "Charles, do you think people really go to heaven after death?"

Charles was silent for a long time, probably he is the most qualified to answer this question.

But he couldn't say it clearly, and no one would believe it.

At this time, he suddenly thought, if he died in this life, would his soul dissipate, or would he travel through time again?

If you want to cross again, do you need to make some preparations in advance, such as learning how to make steel, paper, black powder, steam engine, pig raising and other knowledge?

Or, learn a little fencing or something?

The two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, the bedroom was quiet, only the sound of heartbeat could be heard.

On Saturday, during breakfast time, a large flock of owls flapped their wings and flew into the cafeteria.

These owls flew in groups of several, unpacked broomsticks, towards the Gryffindor Quidditch players.

Charles curled his lips, these broomsticks were delivered last night, and today there will be an unveiling ceremony to provoke Slytherin.

I have to say that these flying broomsticks from the same manufacturer as the Firebolt are really beautiful. They also adopt a streamlined design. The wooden handle can be seen to be a well-polished wood. The carefully selected branches at the end of the broom make a streamlined shape. It can be seen that it is not ordinary expensive.

The owls loosened their claws on top of the players' heads, and everyone subconsciously stretched out their hands to grab them.

Just as the broomstick was about to be grasped, the falling speed suddenly slowed down, and it fell gently into the hand.

"Good broom!" Fred's eyes were about to light up.

George stopped talking at the side, maybe he will sleep with his arms tonight.

As for the captain of the Quidditch team, Wood was already laughing silly.

Harry was a little perplexed, looked at the broomstick and said, "It's a good broom, but I'm used to the Nimbus 2000."

Charles said: "Then you can continue to use the Nimbus 2000, the most suitable one is the best, and put this one in the warehouse, maybe someone else can use it."

Ron wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said, "Harry, you keep it, I will register for the reserve team today, and I will use it when the time comes."

This calculation was made, and the people around him despised him together.

Charles smiled, looking at the long table of Slytherin, Malfoy's expression changed wonderfully.