Elemental Wizards at Hogwarts

Charles was discharged from the hospital the next day after he regained consciousness. Accompanied by his nagging mother, Charles carried the things he had used in the hospital and returned to the house he had before traveling through time.

The house was still as clean and tidy as new. As soon as he entered the door, Charles saw a large table of food already prepared on the table. His father, who had turned white hair, was busy in the kitchen. The first words he said after seeing Charles and his son came in.

Just, "I'm back, just wait a moment, there's one more dish and we'll be done."

Looking at all this, Charles always had an unreal feeling for some reason. He subconsciously touched the wand that had been turned into a carbon stick on his waist. For some reason, Charles always felt that this thing

It was so important that I was reluctant to throw it away in the end.

Mother responded to her father very happily, put the things in her hands on the ground, turned around and took the things from Charles's hand, and said to Charles, "You go back to the room to have a rest first, I will clean up the things.

When you are recovering from a serious illness, you need to rest well."

Ciel nodded blankly, and then returned to his room like a zombie, sitting on the bedside and staring blankly at himself in the mirror. At this time, Ciel no longer had the elf-like appearance in the magical world.

Some of them just looked like ordinary little fat guys before they traveled through time.

But it is not without difference. Thanks to being in a coma for more than a month, Ciel was very successful in breaking away from the ranks of the little fat man. Even because he was struck by lightning, Ciel's right hand has countless thunder marks from the fingers.

One spread to Ciel's heart.

The entire thunder pattern looks like a flower arm, but Charles can guarantee that no tattoo parlor can create the same style of flower arm. The thunder pattern on Charles' arm is full of natural beauty, as if it was born as it should be.

Where is the same.

Thinking of this, Ciel couldn't help but laugh at himself. In fact, Ciel didn't know what he was laughing at. The memory of Ciel in his mind was like his own personal experience, deeply engraved in his mind.

Even now Ciel still remembers many spells that were not originally mentioned in Harry Potter.

Before Charles could think too much, his father's voice came from the kitchen, asking Charles to eat.

Ciel walked to the kitchen in a daze. Now Ciel could not tell whether he had a dream or whether he had really traveled through time.

Seeing Charles walking over blankly, his father didn't seem surprised. He greeted Charles with a smile and asked him to sit down. He turned around and took out a bottle of white wine from the wine cabinet. Before his mother paid attention, he quietly came to it.

Ciel stepped forward and said.

"Today, let's have a drink together. Before your mother pays attention, don't say you won't drink. This is the first time for both of us to drink. Let me tell you, you stinky boy is in a good mood. You can make your father

Except for the holidays, you are the one who cooks."

The old father babbled and poured a small glass of wine for Charles, and then happily got a glass for himself, calling for Charles to try his craft quickly.

Charles was a little surprised. According to his memory before time travel, his father had never drank with him. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The spicy wine was like a ball of fire.

All the memories before the time travel were stimulated.

Putting down the wine glass, Ciel took a bite of the dish. The familiar taste repeatedly stimulated Ciel's taste buds, and Ciel burst into tears.

This smell is the smell that Ciel wanted to restore countless times after he woke up after time travel, but could not do it no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing that Charles was crying, the old father put down his wine glass and whispered to Charles, "Don't drink in such a hurry. If your mother finds out, she will probably start talking about me again."

Charles nodded, picked up his rice bowl and began to eat in big mouthfuls, while his father carefully talked about some of the daily routine that happened after Charles was hospitalized.

Mother was busy packing things behind Charles. After seeing her father's actions, she didn't say anything. Instead, she put a faint smile on her lips and packed them up harder.

After resting at home for a few days, Charles returned to the busy social worker he was in his previous life. It's amazing to say that after Charles took a month's sick leave, the company didn't even fire him.

Makes Ciel feel amazing.

Every day was ordinary, with few things that could touch Charles's heart. He kept repeating the days before the time travel. There was no Voldemort, no teacher Dumbledore, no childhood sweetheart and cute little Hermione, and no magical magic.

Everything seemed like a dream. The people who worried, resented, and were grateful to Ciel were like people in movies or books. They had never appeared in Ciel's life.

Everything seemed so calm and so natural.

It's just that there is always a thorn in Charles's head. No matter what, the memory of being in the magical world is like a thorn piercing deeply into Charles' mind. Although the love given to Charles by his parents has alleviated the pain very well.

It was a disharmonious feeling like a tingling in the buttocks, but that memory lingered in Charles's mind from time to time like a ghost.

Ciel could clearly remember the amazing feeling when he saw Hermione for the first time. He could also clearly remember the surprise when he got the wand and used magic for the first time. He could also clearly remember the first time he opened the door after being so ambitious.

What he saw was a white-bearded Dumbledore who was surprised.

After more than a month of wasting, struggling, and thinking, Charles decided to record his legend in his own way, whether it was a dream or a real time travel. When he couldn't figure out the situation,

The best way is not to record what you think.

This is almost the only thing that Ciel can do. It is like a beam of light shining on Ciel's repeated life in his previous life, accompanied by Ciel's continuous records.

Slowly, Charles no longer seemed so confused, and no longer so confused. The smile returned to Charles' face again. The parents around him never said they wanted to return to his hometown because they were worried about Charles' health.

, and stayed with Charles all the time.

I don't know why, but along with Ciel's records, Ciel seemed to be able to feel a powerful force emerging from his body, and this power had been supporting Ciel.

Time kept passing by on Charles's keyboard. Until one afternoon a month later, Charles was still sitting on his desk writing about his life while he was resting. His father and mother went out to buy groceries to celebrate Charles' discharge from the hospital.

One month.

The wand that was struck by lightning and turned into a carbon rod was placed next to Charles' computer. After Charles finished typing and took a deep breath, the wand on the table jumped for no reason.

Before Ciel could react, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in Ciel's ears.

"How long do you want to run away from me?"