A day at Hogwarts

The common room was quiet. Most of the Gryffindor students had gone back to their dormitory to sleep. Only Charles was still sitting in front of the fireplace studying Aberforth's notes carefully, and Ruby was sleeping on the long table.

Aberforth has lived under the light of Lao Deng all his life. Although he is a bit self-defeating and looks rude, he is still knowledgeable.

Animal transfiguration is a very unpopular branch of transfiguration. If it is not careful, it will cause great pain to animals. Humans can also be used as experimental materials, so it is rejected by the mainstream of society.

Charles couldn't help wondering if Aberforth wanted to make some achievements to prove that he was not much worse than his brother, so he chose this unpopular direction.

Aberforth's attempt to use goats as waiters failed in the end, because he found that the only way to get them to work was with the Imperius Curse, and it wasn't worth going to Azkaban to live in a private room for this.

Charles is not very interested in animal transfiguration, but is really interested in human transfiguration, so he is very concerned about the application of transfiguration on creatures, and has been studying this aspect for a week.

When he came back to his senses, it was already early morning.

Charles stretched out on the chair and pinched his stomach. He couldn't go out at night recently, he didn't exercise a little, and his body began to gain fat.

Ruby drank half of honey and milk in an iron pot by the fire in the fireplace.

Charles just got up and wanted to drink some hot drinks before going to bed. At this time, the door of the common room opened and closed again after a while, and no one was seen coming in or out.

He straightened his glasses, and patted the place next to the long table with a solemn expression.

Ruby woke up in a daze, just looked up at him, and continued to sleep.

After a while, Hermione sat at the long table with her head bowed. Harry's invisibility cloak was placed on the table, her hands clutched the robe nervously, not daring to breathe.

Charles' face was terribly dark. He didn't expect Hermione to go out alone in the middle of the night during this period. She was so angry that she almost pinned her down on the table and spanked her just now.

Not to mention that no ghost knows how Ginny ran out of the dormitory without being noticed, even if she was caught by the patrolling prefect or Filch, the punishment would not be light.

Under almost tangible coercion from the sidelines, Hermione confessed in a low voice to seek leniency: "I'm going to the library tonight."

Charles asked dryly, "To the Restricted Section?"

Hermione was more familiar with the library than her own dormitory, going there in the middle of the night when no one was there, with no explanation other than the restricted area.

She blushed and nodded.

Charles took a deep breath, subconsciously searched in the bag, and found that there was no hanger or feather duster.

But he can transfigure, using a quill to turn into a feather duster is a piece of cake.

Hermione went into head-crawling defense.

"Do you know what you're doing?" He kept poking Hermione's head with a feather duster, "Do you know the consequences of doing so?"

"The murderer who attacked Mrs. Norris has not yet been found. New words were discovered two nights ago. The patrolling prefects and ghosts heard strange movements in the middle of the night."

"Part of the books in the restricted area are the dangers of knowledge recorded in them, and the other part is that the books themselves are very dangerous."

"If you think you are smart enough, know enough, and strong enough, I can help you sign up for the Ultimate Wizarding Exam next year, graduate from Hogwarts, and arrange a professorship for you at Hogwarts." OK?"

Hermione lay on the table with her head in her arms, her body twitching, and she was already crying.

Charles had done a lot of hard work, and this time he was really angry.

The source of the basilisk incident was Lucius Malfoy, but Dumbledore had no reason to take measures against Lucius before Dobby appeared to tell the cause of the incident.

During this period, he didn't want anyone to be killed by the basilisk, so he did not hesitate to take risks, imitating the previous handwriting and scribbling on the wall to make people more vigilant.

It's good now, I don't know when Hermione ran out. At this time, running around alone in the castle in case of encountering a basilisk is no different from dying.

Hermione kept lying on the table, crying louder than before.

She was daring, among other things, few people would dare to burn Snape's robes on the Quidditch pitch last year, but she did it anyway.

But this time, she thought that Charles would help in this matter, but she didn't expect to be beaten for the first time in her life.

Charles took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, sat aside and said, "Think about the consequences before doing anything in the future. I don't want Mr. and Mrs. Granger to ask me why you came home with a corpse."

"Go back to sleep."

Hermione just lay on the table with her head in her arms, sobbing softly, without any intention of getting up.

Charles sat quietly, squinting and thinking about something.

The crackling of the fire in the fireplace and Hermione's whimpering made the common room eerily quiet.

After more than half an hour, Hermione stood up and was about to walk back to the dormitory with Harry's invisibility cloak, looking very angry.

At this time, Ruby climbed up from the long table, screamed, and put the pot of hot milk on the fireplace next to Hermione, and patted her with her wings, signaling her to drink before going to bed.

Hermione's complexion improved a little, and she picked up the pot and drank it all. Not only did she not leave any for Charles, she even wiped Ruby's head before she left, and gave Charles a look.

Charles looked at her leaving back and frowned. Could this girl be waiting for him to comfort her just now?

Just kidding, if it was Harry tonight, he would have been beaten like a spinning top.

Ruby patted Charles' head with her wings, shook her head, and continued to sleep on the table.

Charles turned the creature over, scratched the fur on its belly, and went back to sleep himself.

Nothing to say all night.

The next morning, the Gryffindors were very excited.

Not because it's Saturday, but the first Quidditch match of the school year, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

These are the two most topical teams at Hogwarts this year. First, the Malfoy family, the big local tycoon in the wizarding world of England, sponsored a batch of the latest broomsticks for the Slytherin team, followed by the local tycoon of Gryffindor. I also bought a batch of broomsticks that are said to have better performance for my college.

This match was not only a contest between two colleges, but also a collision between two broom manufacturers. The Daily Prophet even wanted to send a reporter to interview, but Dumbledore declined.

At the table, Harry was a little nervous and didn't want to eat, while Ron and Hermione stuffed it.

Charles glanced in their direction, and Hermione rolled her eyes back at him.

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