The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

Seeing the broom taking Neville into the sky, Charles finally remembered why Hermione had borrowed books about brooms and Quidditch two days ago.

Although many years have passed, he still remembers the story of Harry Potter riding on a broomstick for the first time in the movie.

At that time, he was thinking that if he had this thing, he would not have to wait for the construction elevator to go up and down the stairs in the construction site.

Neville fell from the sky just like in the movie. Just as he was about to fall heavily to the ground, a blue phoenix flew out of a window of the castle and caught the unlucky young man at the last moment. .

"Huh..." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief at the other window, then came over and said to Charles, "Thank you very much, Mr. McGarden."

Charles let the wind element phoenix get back into his body, and replied with a smile: "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

Before Professor McGonagall asked what happened to the magic just now, there was another quarrel.

Although Neville's body was not hurt, he was so frightened that Mrs. Hooch took him to the school doctor's office.

Then classmate Pony taunted classmates, and then took the memory ball dropped by classmate Neville and flew into the air on a broomstick, at the same time provoking classmate Harry.

I saw Harry's classmate burning with anger, and when he stretched out his hand, a broomstick jumped into his hand.

Then he took two steps forward and threw the broom in his hand like a javelin at the pony classmate in the air, knocking the guy down.

Charles sighed, released the wind element phoenix again, and caught the falling memory ball.

Seeing that it was all right, Charles asked the speechless Professor McGonagall, "Is the professor free? I just have something to ask for your help."

Professor McGonagall asked, "What's the matter?"

Charles replied: "As far as I know, there is a major source of danger lurking in Gryffindor, and I would like to ask you to take me to the common room."

Professor McGonagall frowned and asked, "What is it?"

Charles replied: "This matter is complicated to say, and finally needs to be brought to Professor Dumbledore to solve it."

"Trust me, it's good for everyone."

Professor McGonagall's frown deepened. She didn't know much about this new staff member, and she thought that, like Filch, Dumbledore kindly arranged for this Squib to find a meal in the school.

But judging from the two blue phoenixes just now, this person is definitely not a squib, he should be a powerful wizard.

But the question arises, since it is a wizard, why not use a wand?

Professor McGonagall thought for a while and decided to see what he was going to do first. Anyway, this is his home court, and it is true.

"Okay," said Professor McGonagall, "you come with me."

On the way to the Gryffindor common room, Professor McGonagall asked him, "Mr. McGarden, why don't you use your wand?"

Charles was frustrated and said helplessly: "Because I can't use your magic, my fiancee taught me for a long time, I can't even make feathers float."

"I'm also very strange. I'm not bad according to my blood. My ancestors are still Ravenclaw students. Why can't I do this?"

What he said was right, his father-in-law was still his ancestor in terms of blood, but Mr. Zhang was a Ravenclaw from another world.

"We?" Professor McGonagall discerned the point in his words.

Charles replied: "Yeah, magic is wonderful, it's not only a way to go, but that way is too difficult."

He stretched out his hand, and a small fireball appeared in the palm of his hand, which dissipated after a moment.

There might be a fight later, so keep your strength.

"Elemental magic." He introduced, "a magic that has been abandoned by the times, and it is another way for us."

Professor McGonagall nodded secretly after hearing this, this kind of magic was only short-lived a long time ago, and even the history of magic would not be tested.

The two came to the Gryffindor common room. It was class time and no other students were there.

Charles's hand suddenly waved in the direction of the fireplace, and a mass of green tentacles suddenly appeared, as if entangled in something.

"squeak!"

A small mouse was caught by tangled water plants and then stunned.

"Huh!" Charles breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't expect him to be sleeping, I thought it would take a lot of work."

Ron would leave his pet mouse, Scabbers, in the dorm when he went to class, which gave Charles an opportunity.

Charles calculated the time and waited for Professor McGonagall to come over with her to catch Banban when she was out of class. In addition to entering the Gryffindor common room, he also considered that it would be appropriate if Banban ran away and caught the mouse.

Fortunately, Banban was sleeping just now, otherwise, someone felt that if he asked the vice-principal to catch mice, his salary would run out.

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at this guy. Feelings, you called me here to catch mice, and why is it "he" instead of "it"?

Before she asked Charles to explain, a certain person mentioned the entanglement of the aquatic weed cage and said, "Professor, let's go to the headmaster. You will have a share of the bonus when the Minister of Magic issues a prize."

Fearing that the guy ran away, Charles also took great pains to anchor a space beacon on him.

Dumbledore was as confused as Professor McGonagall. He asked, "Charles, what kind of magic is this?"

Charles unwrapped the entangled water plants, and was just dropped by the corona on the principal's desk.

"An unregistered Animagus," he said, pointing at Scabbers. "I suspect he's sneaking into Hogwarts to do something wrong."

"Really?" Dumbledore's eyes became sharp.

"Let's say that when the reporters come to interview," Charles said calmly. "I don't want Voldemort to know that I brought a Death Eater who has done a great job in front of you."

That night, all the Weasleys were taken by the Aurors, whether they were at Hogwarts or the Burrow, or even whether they were in England or not.

The Death Eater, who was an important person involved in the murder of the Potters, actually lived in your house for so many years, and brought him to Hogwarts during these years. Do you have any problems with your family? Come with us.

"Who the **** are you!"

Charles had a small dormitory in the castle, and he didn't expect to be blocked by three people as soon as he came back.

"What combination are you?"

Even Charles had seen a lot of Harry Potter fans before his first time crossing, but he never thought that Hermione Granger, Dudley Dursley and Draco Malfoy would block together. Own.

Although he was only eleven years old, Dudley, who had good muscles, said to Charles viciously, "Ron is our eldest brother. You have harmed him. Naturally, we have to give him an explanation!"

Charles frowned and asked in Chinese, "There were three people in the Forbidden Forest a few nights ago who worshiped Guan Er Ye and made Jinlan. Could it be the three of you?"

Then he looked at Hermione and continued: "The boss said that Hermione was his wife who asked you to take care of your sister-in-law, and then the one who said that beautiful women are the place for the virtuous."

"Don't ask..." Hermione sighed, "I beat the three of them later, did you see that?"

Charles rolled her eyes at her and said, "If I hadn't put a lot of effort into placing a soundproof barrier for you, you would have been so loud that Hagrid would have been summoned."

He looked at the three people in front of him and said helplessly: "I said, you should know who that mouse is, why don't you keep this hidden danger if you don't solve it?"

Draco said with a bad expression: "Don't dare, that person is in the castle, we have discussed it, and we will solve this matter at the end of the semester."

Charles glanced at the guy and asked, "You are so dragging all day long, aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

Draco said helplessly: "Then what do you want from me? If I'm like a Gryffindor, my parents don't suspect that they were wrong in St Mungo's."

Charles shrugged and said to them indifferently: "Let's do it with you, do whatever you like, it's none of my business."

"You can decide what to do this year. I want to discuss some technical issues with Voldemort. If you don't interfere with me, I will give each of you some pocket money at the end of the semester."

Dudley said disdainfully, "Who wants your stinky money, who knows if you colluded with that noseless..."

"I'm a Microsoft shareholder," Charles said to Dudley calmly. "It's trivial to me to fund each of you 10,000 pounds. If you don't want it, forget it."

"I remember when you were sworn in, you said that the blessings and the misfortunes are the same. Then your two brothers have no share. I will give all the forty thousand pounds to Hermione."

After he finished speaking, he wrote a cheque for about £40,000 from Gringotts on the spot and handed it to Hermione, and said: "In exchange for pounds, go buy your boyfriend the best pair of sneakers."

Hermione looked at the check in her hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ suddenly looked up and asked him, "Do you want to [block word] me?"

Charles gave her a disdainful glance and said, "My wife is a Veela, much prettier than you."

"Besides, I still don't know how you grew up. Your **** are not big enough, not my type."

Hermione was so annoyed that she didn't say a word to someone from then until the end of the school year.

Charles ignored them. A few days later, on a dark and windy night, he knocked on the door of Professor Quirrell's dormitory.

"I'm looking for Lord Dark Lord." Charles said directly after entering the door.

Quirrell was obviously taken aback, and before he could refuse, Charles quickly walked around behind him and saluted the back of the head, which was covered in a thick purple turban, "Lord Dark Lord, I have some soul-related questions. I want to ask you a question."

"Who are you?" A hoarse voice came from under the hood.