Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Charms, sitting next to the seat Hermione reserved for him, seeing Draco's restrained but still obviously very bad face, Charles couldn't help but lament that he was still too young.

From now on, Draco will be calm and calm, even if Astoria directly grabs him and puts him on the bed, he will not hesitate at all.

If it wasn't for the fact that the beating was not turned into a ferret by the way, Charles would have really believed in his evil.

Using some potion ingredients in exchange for the friendship of possibly the strongest wizard in the future is obviously enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life, yet he is still not satisfied.

If it wasn't for the sake of being a wingman for many years, Shire would let him taste what it's like to be a ferret in advance.

The existence of Draco can indeed save Charles a lot of trouble. After all, the Malfoy family has a wide network of contacts, and he has connections to many things that are not sold in Diagon Alley, which can save Charles a lot of time.

After the Charms class, Charles was separated from Draco, the Slytherin freshmen.

Draco didn't come close either, he still couldn't stand being around Gryffindors, or even Mudbloods.

Fortunately, Charles didn't call him, otherwise Draco really didn't know what to do.

The spell class ended at noon, and after lunch, it was the flying class in the afternoon. Although Charles intervened, there were still many famous scenes.

Shire caught Neville with the Levitation Charm, avoiding the pain of his broken arm.

His Levitating Charm was very powerful, and Hermione knew this. If she couldn't catch it, and Hermione asked afterward, Charles couldn't explain it.

Hermione is not so easy to coax, this is Charles's accumulated experience over the years.

But although Mrs. Hooch didn't send Neville to the hospital and didn't leave the class, Draco still took the opportunity to pick up Neville's memory ball, and then ignored Mrs. Hooch who was so angry that he jumped to his feet, and came to have a chat with Harry. A chase.

These two people were still naturally at odds, and Draco couldn't hold it back after all, and completely gave up his plan to get Harry's scarred friendship.

Later, the situation is almost the same as the original.

As for Draco's debt, Hermione has been whispering in Charles' ears, especially after knowing that Draco is Charles' roommate, she deeply sympathizes with Charles.

It wasn't that she thought Draco would bully Ciel, she thought that having such an annoying roommate was bad enough.

She had a deep understanding of this, because Hermione felt that none of her roommates seemed to like her very much.

Time soon came to Friday.

. . .

During breakfast, Charles witnessed another famous scene, in the face of Draco's provocation, Harry and him set a midnight duel.

And Ron also said the most invisible and pretentious sentence in the entire main line. At this moment, Charles expressed his willingness to call Ron the strongest.

Similarly, in the face of Draco's tireless provocation, Harry and several other freshmen finally had a personal experience of how much they hated Slytherin House and Slytherin students.

But it's none of Shire's business.

He came first, and people's first impression is very difficult to reverse. If Charles hadn't done something very bad by himself, the hostility would generally not spread to Charles.

This kind of straightforwardness, even stubbornness, can be regarded as one of the characteristics of Gryffindor.

The plot is still on track.

In this way, Hermione will soon enter Lu Wei's room guarding the Sorcerer's Stone by mistake to prevent Harry and others from the midnight duel.

Some irritation, but nothing dangerous.

That's fine, the first big plot is coming, and Hermione can't avoid it anyway. She should get used to some real life in the wizarding world in advance.

Using the two consecutive sessions of Potions class in the morning, Ciel sorted out the thoughts in his head and what happened recently, which made him a little distracted in class.

"What would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood, Potter."

Suddenly, Snape's classic question came to his ears.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He glanced at the bewildered Harry, withdrew his gaze, and continued to think.

The magic lamp couldn't bring the dead back to life, hopefully Snape would accept that, he remembered he had made it clear.

The famous scene was over very quickly. During the grouping, Hermione dragged Shire over, Harry was still with Ron, and Neville was next to them.

Charles was still a little absent-minded.

This led to him almost throwing a whole narcissus that hadn't been crushed into powder directly into the wormwood infusion. Thanks to Hermione's sharp eyesight and quick hands pinching his wrist, a cauldron accident was avoided.

However, Charles felt a little pain in his wrist from being grabbed by Hermione. The little girl grew up faster than boys of the same age.

Charles wondered if Hermione's four-dimensional attributes had temporarily surpassed his own.

Just when he was boredly preparing to look at Hermione's attribute panel, Snape seemed to be fully activated with the silent walking skill, and at some point, as if gliding, he appeared next to the group of Charles and Hermione.

To be honest, even after countless saves, Charles was still taken aback by Snape.

This kind of slender figure suddenly appearing at the front and back doors of the class, by the window, and beside him is simply a fear written in the genes.

"Hmph...the hands and feet of a troll."

He glanced at Shire's movements.

"Now, I probably know the answer to the question."

Charles rolled his eyes, question, what question? Of course Snape was referring to the improved aging agent formula, and he was sure now that it definitely wasn't from Shire.

Because a person who can make mistakes in such a simple potion preparation process cannot change such a profound formula.

Well, Shire admits that he is not a master of potions, this thing is not like chemistry, there is a strict ratio, and every potion has the most important process.

Stir with a magic wand!

In other words, this is also a product of idealism!

But his Potions isn't too bad, after all, practice makes perfect, he's just a little distracted, Charles didn't bother to explain to the old bat.

Facing the cold air sprayed by Snape, Hermione was obviously worried, but she still didn't know Snape too well.

Sure enough, after snorting heavily, Snape changed his subject.

"Because of your stupidity... Huh, five points from Gryffindor!"

The little girl who was originally worried turned into a confused expression.

Not to mention her, even Harry and Neville, who were looking at this place from a distance, were shocked, and the gloating expression on Ron's face froze, distorted out of shape.

This also directly caused Neville's crucible in the next moment. . "Boom!" It exploded perfectly with a sound.

"Neville, Longbottom!"

Snape made the low voice of blades scraping each other on the guillotine.

Then, like a big bat on a skateboard, it slid away against the ground.

After class.

The little girl still had an angry expression on her face.

"That's easy! That's easy!"

"Unreasonable!"

Maybe five points is nothing in Charles' eyes, he doesn't care about the Academy Cup at all, but for the serious Hermione, this is a matter of the sky falling.

Ciel wisely began to reduce his sense of presence.

"I now know why he's so unpopular!"

"He's just too bad!"

But even so, the flames of war still burned on Charles.

"Bring the cauldron."

The irritable Hermione turned around suddenly, she stared at Charles sharply, and the latter only dared to nod silently.

"You teach me magic, and I teach you potions."

Hermione was referring to the weekend study trip to Wonderland.

Charles opened his mouth, he really wanted to say that his potion was actually not bad, but he just lost his mind, but the next moment he realized that this was definitely a very bad answer.

And thinking about it carefully, although his potion was not bad, it might not be as good as Hermione's.

After all, she is a top student in the second grade who can cook compound soup in a small cauldron.

Hermione is actually very talented in potions. After marriage, the two went to the New World. The potions there are weird and different from those in England. In addition, there are many rare and improved potions formulas in Shire's hands. There is no finished product for sale at all.

When necessary, Hermione basically brewed potions.

So Charles did not refute in the end.

Seeing this, Hermione raised her chin in satisfaction, kicked off her little shoes and left.

Next to him, Harry, who had seen the whole process, patted Charles on the shoulder with deep understanding.

"Charle, you should really come to Gryffindor. If you were in the lounge, Hermione would definitely not just stare at us when we were doing homework."

Neville and Ron nodded again and again.

Charles turned his head and stared at Harry with squinting eyes.

In just a few days, this guy became slick. Sure enough, the savior returned to the magic world, as if he had returned to his own home.

In fact, Harry was also feeling emotional in his heart, because he felt that it had only been less than a week, and Charles seemed to have grown taller again.

. . .

"Knock knock."

In the evening, Snape's office.

The professors at Hogwarts are very busy, because there are seven grades to teach, and the courses are basically full, and there is only a little time in the evening.

Snape was not surprised to see Charles push the door open.

"honestly."

Charles said as he walked in.

"Because of your five points, Miss Granger has been nagging me all afternoon."

"When you saw the two of us, you didn't think of anything emotionally?"

Snape didn't even look up.

"The potion is ready."

"Now, get out of my office."

On his office table, there are three fist-high small bottles placed side by side, which are exactly the aging agent that Charles needs. This thing is usually taken in one sip every year. Three bottles are enough for Charles to use for a while. It's time.

Presumably Snape saved so much trouble by cooking so much at one time.

"Is this thing okay? I'll let my good friend... Draco take a sip first."

Ciel put away the potion.

Snape finally raised his head. He stared at Charles, probably thinking about what kind of bastard Charles was. After a long while, he slowly spit out two words.

"do not worry."

Charles turned and left.

But before leaving, he asked again.

"What did Dumbledore tell you?"

Snape's quill for marking homework paused.

But did not speak.

Seeing this, Charles said again.

"I always want to know about Dumbledore's situation. You are very curious about me, and I am also very curious about him. The whole thing is not as simple as you think, Severus."

"If you don't succeed this time, there will be a next time, so if you have anything to say, you'd better tell me as soon as possible."

Snape stared blankly at the parchment in front of him, as if about to burn a hole in it with his gaze.

After a long while, he spoke slowly.

"He knows magic lamps."

Charles frowned.

"Is it Legilimency?"

"No feeling, but I'm not sure."

Snape was a master of Occlumency, and was so confident in himself that he didn't feel like his brain had been hacked.

But Dumbledore is also a master of Legilimency, and the strongest white wizard in the world, everything is not absolute, even if he faces Dumbledore, he is not 100% sure.

Seeing Charles with a pensive face, Snape seemed to have a trace of vengeful pleasure flashing across his face, as if, you also have a day that you can't figure out?

He waved the quill again, and started spraying the venom mercilessly.

"So now, we have many secrets, the most intelligent person in Hogwarts, Dier..."

"Boom!"

Charles had opened the door and left.

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