Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Although Charles felt that it was not good for him to beat the two children, he had to say that it was really cool.

It's a pity that this feeling only lasted until I returned to the dormitory.

Looking at the things he was thrown out of the dormitory, and at the door of the dormitory that was obviously cast with a strong lock spell, Charles sighed.

Young Master Draco's temper is really big, he thought that the friendship between the two could be developed step by step.

But it doesn't matter, if you don't fight, you don't know each other, it's also a kind of friendship!

Anyway, Master Draco is rich, so he can buy a better one, maybe there is a Malfoy limited edition.

The surrounding area was once again full of spectators, but this time it was much less, because there were classes for the senior grades, and only the freshmen were free.

The little girl Panxi is also a dead house. Seeing that there is no class in the afternoon, she is preparing to stay in the dormitory for a day. She has already changed into dark blue pajamas and is leaning on the door frame of her dormitory. From the female dormitory, look here.

Noticing Charles' gaze, she raised her chin, she didn't love anyone, as if she was putting pressure on her boyfriend.

Blaise, who was at the opposite door, was nowhere to be seen. This guy was a little uncertain about Shire's origin, and even he didn't know the names of the Hogwarts elves, so he decided to wait until the situation was cleared up before standing in line.

Goyle and Crabbe, they ain't back yet.

Charles didn't take out his wand, he put his hand on the doorknob.

"Click!"

The door opened.

There are not many spells in the original book, but there are also many. The Mystic Curse is not in the original book, it is considered the game's own creation, but in Shire's eyes there is no difference.

He pushed open the door and walked in, blocking his eyes from watching the excitement.

. . .

Draco seemed to be waiting for him to come back.

But as soon as he entered the door, Charles noticed at least three things that were wrong in the room.

As expected, Malfoy has a big family and a big business. You must know that you can't buy magic props with money, and you can't buy them with money, but there are only three in the dormitory at this time.

Although they are all mischievous, once triggered, it is enough for the triggerer to drink a pot.

Ciel calmly stepped on the carpet that had obviously just been placed.

A strong sense of petrification came from the carpet in an instant, but it was offset silently by the Iron Armor Curse on Shire's suit, or two for one.

The Iron Armor Charm on the clothes and belt is invalid, and the Iron Armor Charm on the inner armor is still alive.

Seeing Ciel stepping on the carpet unscathed, Draco's eyes became obviously flustered.

"I thought you were smarter than you thought!"

But Draco still had a lot of confidence, he sat on the chair, kept his full momentum and said harsh words.

Taking a step forward, Ciel's eyes seemed to be uncontrollably looking at the mirror hanging on the side of Draco's wardrobe, and at this moment, Draco pulled out his wand suddenly.

"All petrified!"

But Shire's wand only turned a slight arc, and a wave that seemed to hit the water surface appeared out of thin air, and directly refracted the petrification spell back.

Draco froze in place immediately.

Charles looked away.

He didn't look in the mirror, that thing should have cast some kind of psychedelic spell, which would make people lose their minds for a while.

Unfortunately, the timing was good, and the petrification spell was used well, but the target was not chosen correctly.

. . .

Ciel conveniently added a petrification spell to Draco, and it was Draco's own spell that was reflected back. Ciel felt that the effect might not last long.

Then, he dragged an equally fine high-backed chair and sat down next to Draco.

"You know, things weren't supposed to be like this."

"We were supposed to be good friends, you help me keep out of trouble, you support my research on potions, you support my research on alchemy, and I would also be willing to give you my friendship, we actually stink, cough I am Said it fits well."

"I don't want to get in the way of this fit because of fear, so I'll give you a chance, time and time again."

"Because no matter what the reason is, you helped me solve the problem last night, otherwise, the scene at that time would definitely be a hundred times worse than it is now."

"I'm not talking about me, I'm talking about that Prewett."

"You do not believe?"

Charles turned to look at Draco.

"Your eyes are full of disbelief."

Write a ghost.

Under the petrification spell, even if you can't even move your eyes, of course ghosts can't see it.

Charles sighed and found a comfortable position in the chair.

Judging from the actions of the two, they looked like two old friends who had known each other for many years, avoiding the roar of their wives, hiding in the cabin by the lake in the forest, drinking and fishing, and talking all night.

Looking back on the past, bragging about my heroic deeds when I was young, and how many girls I had, and then complaining loudly about how difficult it is to live and work with my current bad wife.

If it wasn't for one of them with a stiff face, unable to move even after being petrified.

"I understand."

"Look, with my small body and only eleven years old, how can I beat a fifth grader, right?"

Ciel stood up, moved closer to Draco, and lowered his voice.

"Perhaps... even Voldemort couldn't do it when he was eleven years old."

Draco still didn't respond.

But Ciel knew how Draco should react. At the beginning, he must have been angry, ready to take out his father to shout.

What's wrong with the magic, he has a father!

When talking about Felix Prewett, Draco must have dismissed it, thinking that Ciel was talking big, and proceeded to my dad's second round.

Until now, when Charles brought out Voldemort's name, Draco would probably finally realize that something was wrong, but this fear was still facing the You-Know-Who, not Charles.

"Don't laugh, I mean it, not bragging, he can't do it, but I can do it."

"So it can also be considered that I am stronger than Voldemort."

Charles smiled brightly.

It's a pity that Draco didn't join in.

"You know, I really admire your father. He bounced back and forth, but he was always able to make the most correct decision to protect the family."

"Although it's embarrassing, the direction of investment is correct. He will always make the most correct decision at the most critical moment."

"You always talk about your father. Let me just think that you also want to surpass him, surpass your father's generation, surpass your own father, let them see!"

Charles was silent for a moment.

"...Forget it, I understand you, you don't, you are really cowardly."

"But now there is an opportunity, you don't need to be brave, you can get a lot of benefits."

"You come to invest in me."

"Just like your grandfather was very optimistic about Tom Riddle back then."

Ciel drew a line of burning words with his wand in the air in front of Draco.

"Tom Riddle."

Then the wand turned slightly, and the words changed accordingly, and the flame reshaped in the air, forming a new line of words.

"I am Voldemort."

Draco still didn't respond.

Charles showed a disappointed expression.

"You are so boring."

"Well, I admit that I am not as charismatic as Tom Riddle and Gellert Grindelwald, but I also have my advantages, that is, I am very direct!"

"Like now."

But there was no doubt that Draco was still unresponsive.

"I know, but you still don't believe me."

"Well then, I'll give you one night to think."

"Trust me, this will be the most correct decision you've ever made."

Charles took a step back.

With a flick of the wand, Draco felt that the petrification spell on his body was lifted, and he immediately stood up with a distorted and weird expression, just like a crazy lunatic.

He looked at Charles in disbelief.

"You're crazy..."

Before the words fell, I saw Charles pointing at his feet with his wand again.

"Watch your step."

Draco lowered his head subconsciously, and he saw a brilliant arc of light spread rapidly on the ground around him. In an instant, the cold stone floor of the dormitory disappeared, replaced by a piece of blue sky and white clouds.

"ah!"

The sense of weightlessness came, Draco only had time to utter a scream, and then the whole person fell down and disappeared.

Charles raised his head, put his hands on his eyes, and looked up. Under the ceiling, there was another portal.

There is also a whole piece of blue sky and white clouds.

But after waiting for a while, there was still no Draco's figure falling out, Charles could only sigh and shake his head.

"My fault, the distance seems to be too long, but it doesn't matter, let him fly for a while."

Picking up the book Principles of Magic, Charles half-lyed on the bed and called Enjin to make himself a cup of coffee. Enjin was a rare house elf who could make coffee.

Charles has always been curious about which pure-blooded elf descendant it is, and who it learned from.

tasty.

Putting down the coffee, Charles let out a comfortable sigh.

"Slytherin today."

"ah!"

Accompanied by panicked screams, Draco's figure flashed between the two portals.

"It's also beautiful."