The Charles Becomes a Wizard

No one knew how Harry did it, but after a while he came back on his broom, swooped down and picked up the golden egg from the ground with one hand, then held it high above his head amid the cheers of the crowd.

Ciel glanced behind him.

The dragon did not follow...

The Hungarian Horntail was eventually found in the ravine below the bridge behind the castle. Because it was injured, its temper became extremely bad. The keepers sent by the Ministry of Magic had no way of getting close to it, and several keepers were injured in the attempt to trap it.

Covered in dust, Harry was surrounded by the little lions and returned to the Gryffindor common room. In their eyes, he became a hero again, a hero who could defeat a dragon single-handedly!

When people truly saw how dangerous the so-called Triwizard Tournament was, many realized that being selected to participate in this competition might not be a good thing, and they might have really wronged Harry.

Although no one apologized to Harry, their attitude towards Harry became extremely warm. With the consent of almost everyone, everyone tacitly put aside the previous sarcasm and ridicule towards Harry, as if those things had never happened.

The golden egg was passed among the little lions, and Harry was carried on the shoulders of the Weasley twins.

Feeling the admiring and burning gazes of his classmates, and hearing the cheers and applause around him, the haze that had shrouded Harry for days was swept away. A broad smile appeared on his face, and he listened attentively to the praises of the little lions.

For various reasons, Harry had only experienced this feeling of being highly respected in his first year. Feeling this addictive feeling again after so many years made him almost feel dizzy.

"Hey, Harry, open the golden egg and let us see it!" The golden egg went around in the hands of all the little lions and then returned to Harry's hand.

Harry fiddled with the golden egg in his hand and asked loudly, "Do you want to see me open it?"

"Of course!" The little lions looked at him with burning eyes and answered in unison.

A sharp and piercing sound came out of the opened golden egg. Not only the little lions, but even the mural hanging on the wall of the lounge covered their ears in pain.

Harry hurriedly closed the golden egg again. The sharp sound faded away, but the little lions surrounding Harry were unable to regain their excitement.

"Okay, everyone go back to your places." George Weasley looked at Ron Weasley who was standing at the door looking at him and said this.

Fred Weasley interjected: "It's really uncomfortable to have so many people here making so much noise."

The crowd dispersed, and Ron Weasley, feeling guilty, hesitated for a moment and walked towards Harry.

......

Although both Hogwarts warriors qualified for the second game, Howard, as the headmaster, was not very happy.

On the one hand, in order to escape the capture of the Hungarian Horntail, Harry led it into Hogwarts and destroyed part of the magic circle on the roof and the covered bridge. On the other hand...

"Principal Green, he looks like an old friend of mine." After the game, an old man with white hair and beard and wearing half-moon glasses blocked their way.

Gellert looked at his old friend whom he hadn't seen for half a century, but his heart was unusually calm. "Really?"

"You actually came up to talk to me just because we look alike." His fingers hanging by his side twitched unconsciously. His eyes fell on Dumbledore's old face, and a meaningless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Dumbledore, you must have a good relationship with that old friend, right?"

"We were once very close." Dumbledore's deep blue eyes looked almost greedily at the blond and elegant man in front of him.

"Ever..." Gellert's eyelashes trembled. "Did anything happen afterwards?"

Dumbledore did not answer his question for a long time, but just stood there quietly.

Sensing the strange atmosphere between the two, Howard, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but interrupt, "Mr. Dumbledore, if you have nothing else to do, Principal Green and I are going to discuss the next game."

Howard couldn't be blamed for being anxious. It was not easy for Mr. Grindelwald to get rid of Dumbledore's influence and return to the pinnacle of the wizarding world. If he was provoked under his nose and imprisoned himself again...

Howard could die on his own to atone for his crime without the need for Mr. Grindelwald's other men to take action.

Gellert could naturally sense Howard's nervousness. He felt a little funny, but more of it was a sigh.

He never thought that he would be so calm when he and Albus met again.

At most, I just feel a little nostalgic but I don't have any desire to reminisce.

"Mr. Dumbledore, what do you think?" Howard asked again when he saw Dumbledore kept looking at Gellert.

In fact, if he was not worried that Mr. Grindelwald would think he was too rude, he would have wanted to stand in front of Mr. Grindelwald directly.

Look, look, what are you looking at!

Don't try to seduce Mr. Grindelwald while I'm here!

"Principal Green, perhaps I could buy you a cup of coffee?" Dumbledore ignored Howard and invited Gellert.

Dumbledore raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles on his robe. He never thought that Gellert would appear in Hogwarts in his true identity.

When he saw the other person for the first time in the audience, he was mostly focused on him, and he didn't even pay much attention when Harry was in danger.

Gellert looked almost the same as when they last met, his eyes were bright and his waist was straight, as if all these years had not left any mark on him.

But I have become what I am now...

Dumbledore raised his hand and touched his long beard. He struggled in his heart for a long time before deciding to take the initiative to stop the other party.

Dumbledore had a lot of questions in his mind, and he thought they needed to have a good talk.

He thought Gellert would not refuse his invitation, but he was wrong.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, you also heard what Principal Howard said. I don't think it may be convenient." Gellert rejected him bluntly.

If it doesn't work, just go get Phantomhive... Howard thought to himself anxiously.

If he can't stop Mr. Grindelwald, then that kid named Ciel should be able to, right?

and many more......

What did he just hear?

Mr. Grindelwald rejected Dumbledore?!