The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Harry, who was physically and mentally traumatized, was taken back to Sirius' office again, and they began to discuss ways to help Harry deal with the dragon.

The arrogant Draco was surrounded by the little snakes and returned to the lounge.

"Oh, it looks like something good happened to our little platinum prince." Blaise whistled.

"You won't believe this, Draco successfully used the Disarming Charm on Assistant Professor Black!" Crabbe said loudly.

The noisy lounge suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked over.

"Yes, I succeeded." Draco raised his chin proudly like a peacock spreading its tail, showing off his beautiful feathers.

As for the fact that he succeeded only after Sirius was controlled by Professor Snape?

that's not important!

Draco, who had shown off a lot, sat down next to Ciel and said excitedly, "Hey, Ciel, did you know that there are dragons in the first game of the Triwizard Tournament?"

"dragon?"

"Yes," Draco nodded, "My father told me that the Ministry of Magic has brought four different kinds of dragons from all over the world, and they are now being raised in the Forbidden Forest!"

"Scarhead is in big trouble this time!" Draco imagined Harry's miserable appearance in his mind and couldn't help laughing.

"So, the first game might require them to defeat a dragon?" Charles opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Charles actually didn't have any concrete concept of creatures like dragons. He had only read about them a few times in stories. But even so, he knew very well that dragons were ferocious and cruel beasts. Even if wizards could use magic, it was not so easy to defeat a dragon.

"Who knows?" Draco shrugged.

"Who knows, maybe the great golden boy can create a miracle again?" Blaise leaned lazily on the sofa.

"What's the truth?" Charles glanced at him.

"I think Cedric Diggory has a better chance of winning this round."

"How to say?"

"First of all, I have to admit that Delacour is a very charming lady and her magic is very powerful, but women are naturally at a disadvantage in fighting." Blaise propped up his chin with one hand.

"As for Viktor Krum, although he has strong limbs, he is obviously not very smart. However, the headmaster of Durmstrang may make plans for him."

"Then there is our golden boy. He is only fourteen years old this year, and he cannot even imagine the high-level magic mastered by the other warriors."

"I remember his best spell seemed to be the Disarming Charm?" Blaise smiled. "The Disarming Charm is useless against a dragon."

"According to this calculation, Cedric Diggory is indeed most likely to win." Charles nodded and took out two gold galleons from somewhere and placed them on the table.

Draco:? ? ?

Brace: ???

"I heard that the Gryffindor Weasley brothers started a bet," Ciel pushed the gold Galleons in front of Blaise, "Blaise, please help me place a bet on Potter. Just buy the first game."

Draco:......

Brace: ...

Charles, what are you doing?

Didn't we say that the most likely winner was Cedric Diggory?

What are you betting on Potter for!

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Charles tilted his head.

"Porter's odds are probably the highest right now. The greater the risk, the greater the reward. If you lose, you'll only lose two gold Galleons. If you win, the reward shouldn't be too bad."

Moreover, Ciel always felt that the person behind the scenes would not let Harry die in the first game, or that person's original intention was not to kill Harry directly.

For a wizard who is capable of tricking the Goblet of Fire, there is really no need for him to go through such a big detour if he really wants to kill a little wizard.

Ciel patted Draco on the shoulder and said, "Think about it from another angle. Potter is working hard to help us make money. Even if you really hate him, what's wrong with gold Galleons?"

Draco and Blaise's eyes lit up.

"Give me one." Draco also took two gold Galleons and placed them on the table.

It’s not that I don’t want to buy more, but for many of the little animals in Hogwarts, two gold Galleons is a huge sum of money. If it’s more, I’m afraid the Weasley brothers won’t let them participate in this game.

"No problem, leave it to me." Blaise raised his eyebrows.

Bryce was very efficient and someone delivered the bill the next day.

Just as Ciel had imagined, at a time when almost all the students in Hogwarts hated Harry, Harry's odds were frighteningly high, and few people believed that Harry could pass the first game.

After Draco calculated how many gold Galleons Harry could win if he won, he couldn't help but sigh, "I suddenly hope Scarhead can win."

......

The day of the official competition soon arrived. The new venue built by Hogwarts for the first game was on a solitary hill behind the castle. It was a venue that looked very much like the Roman Colosseum, surrounded by gradually rising stands and in the center was a rugged mountain, which inexplicably gave it a rough and barbaric atmosphere.

The students, who knew nothing about the content of the game, gathered in the stands protected by magic, looking down at this strange venue and chattering about something.

The warriors, who had already learned in advance through various means what creatures they would face next, were pacing back and forth in their special tents in fear.

The cheers outside the tent were mixed with the roar of the evil dragon. The time for the start of the game was approaching, and they became more and more nervous.

Finally, the curtain of the tent was lifted.

Appearing outside the tent were the principals of the three schools and Elder Barty Crouch, director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.

Old Barty Crouch, holding a black cloth bag, took two steps forward and said, "Warriors, please stand around me."