A day at Hogwarts

Charles flew his broom all night in the mountains north of Hogwarts, and the bitter cold wind made his head clear.

He thought of some clues, but he didn't have any idea how to go deeper, and the only one who could answer this question was probably Voldemort.

But asking him also requires skill, and the atmosphere needs to be brewed.

Charles returned to the castle, had a meal in the kitchen and took a bath in the Response Room and bathroom. When he finally walked into the common room, most of the people had already rested in the dormitory. In the empty hall, only the fireplace The crackle of the sound, and the sound of Hermione sitting in front of the fireplace turning the pages of a book.

Charles hadn't spoken to her since the first day of flying lessons, minding his own business.

Hermione read the book very seriously. Judging from the pages she turned, she might have been sitting there without moving since dinner, and now she probably forgot the time. Naturally, she would not know that Charles came behind her, and then gave He took out his own Tianling cover with a knife.

"Woo!"

Hermione covered her head, turned her head and saw Charles, her mouth pouted.

"Why bother me reading?!" Hermione looked angrily.

Charles said angrily, "Do you know what time it is now? I'm still reading, so why don't you go to bed quickly? Do you not have to go to class tomorrow?"

Only then did Hermione realize that it was getting late, so she said, "I'll go back to the dormitory after reading two more pages... woo..."

After reading two more pages, the principal who said similar things yesterday was scolded by the vice principal for a long time, so Charles hit him again.

Hermione was like a child whose phone was taken away by her parents when she was scoring, she could only pouted and looked at Charles angrily.

Charles took out the beautiful feathers he exchanged from the centaur tribe and handed them to her, and said with a smile, "I gave it to you, it can be used as a bookmark. Although it's a few days late, happy birthday!"

At this time, Hermione can be said to change her face faster than turning the pages of a book. A surprised smile suddenly appeared on her face. After taking the feather, she immediately began to observe carefully, her eyes shining with excitement.

No matter how smart she is, she is just a 12-year-old girl who is as interested in beautiful gadgets as other girls of her age. Not to mention that this is when she thought that no one would remember the birthday gift from her good friend after her birthday, even if it was sent two days late, it would be enough to make people happy.

Charles looked at Hermione quietly, with a kind smile on his face.

After Hermione's excitement passed a little, Charles said to her: "Okay, it's getting late, go back to sleep."

Unexpectedly, Hermione smiled and said, "I'll read another page..."

Seeing that Charles raised the knife in his hand again, she immediately put her head in her hands subconsciously, and pouted again: "Let me tell you, I have made an incredible discovery about the disappearing history of Hogwarts... Ouch!"

Charles withdrew the knife from Hermione's cap, and said with a sullen face, "Don't look at what time it is. Even if Hogwarts disappears tomorrow, I still have to go to bed now."

Hermione finally put away her book and left with a pouted mouth. Charles watched her back as she walked up the stairs in the girls' dormitory, sat on the chair and sighed, feeling that the child was too old to manage.

Time passed slowly, and the life of the first-year buddies at Hogwarts began to get on the right track. After mastering the basic principles of magic, everyone began to cast spells with ease.

There was also a small episode during the period, not from the students, but from the professor.

On the fourth morning in October, when the teachers and students of the school were eating breakfast, a dozen or so owls flopped into the cafeteria with a huge cargo.

The students immediately talked about it, because the package of the product knew it was a broomstick at a glance, and everyone talked about who bought the new product again.

However, the owls did not stop at any of the four long tables, but flew towards the professor's chair, and finally landed in front of Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall raised a question mark, thinking that he didn't buy a second broomstick. Could it be that he gave it wrong, or was he a lucky customer who could buy one and get one free when he helped Harry buy a broom last time?

Dumbledore smiled at his aunt beside him, and said, "Today is an incredible day."

Professor McGonagall was silent, and turned to look at Dumbledore. In the whole of Hogwarts, this old girlfriend probably knew that today was her birthday. Flitwick, who was enrolled in the same class, probably didn't remember it, let alone Talk about other professors.

As for who gave the gift, Professor McGonagall knew without thinking. Looking at Charles on the Gryffindor long table, he sighed in his heart.

Charles had expected it a long time ago, and he was concentrating on talking to Neville at the moment: "It's not a solution for your Raffle to keep getting lost. I suggest you learn the Flying Curse."

Ron, who was sitting across from him, answered immediately: "I've heard of this spell. It's said in "Wizards and the Hopping Pot" that the son of the original owner of the Hopping Pot used this spell to help his neighbors find their lost donkey." .”

"The Wizard and the Hopping Pot" is a story in the wizard's fairy tale book "The Tales of Beedle the Bard". All the children in the wizarding family have read it, and Neville kept nodding after hearing it.

A capitalist smile appeared on Charles' face, and he said to Neville solemnly, "Go to the open space next to the greenhouse when you have time, and I will teach you this spell."

Neville said with some worry, "I'm afraid I won't learn it."

He still looks like a coward, worrying about everything.

"It's okay." Charles said, "It's not normal to learn it, because the Flying Curse is learned by fourth grade students. It's always right to try it, just in case you learn it."

At this time, Seamus on the other side asked him in surprise: "You can use the spell that was only taught in the fourth grade?"

It wasn't until Seamus said Neville and Ron realized that Charles said he could teach Neville, which meant he would.

Charles replied nonchalantly: "What's the matter, the spell you used that day can't be used by seventh graders, and you can't use it too."

Seamus immediately said triumphantly, "You're right, very right!"

Then he asked Charles: "Can I learn too?"

Charles thought that the Flying Curse would not explode, so he nodded and said, "The Flying Curse is actually very simple. You just need to master the trick, and you can learn it too."

"What about me?" Ron asked, "Can I do it too?"

Recently, Harry has been doing Quidditch training secretly whenever he has free time, and he has no one to play with him, so he is in a hurry.

Charles naturally agreed. As the saying goes, more people are more powerful, and one more free labor force is just right.

So everyone agreed that there would be no class tomorrow afternoon, and everyone would go to the open space, and Charles would teach them the Flying Curse.