The Charles Becomes a Wizard

On the first day of freshmen's enrollment, Slytherin usually arranges for senior students to take the freshmen to each classroom to familiarize themselves with the route. After all, the castle is very large and the stairs are always changing. Most importantly, it is very inconsistent with Slytherin's aesthetics for freshmen to be late because they take the wrong way.

Of course, this will only be done on the first day. After that, it is the responsibility of every freshman to arrive at the classroom on time.

In the early morning, the little snakes gathered in the lounge one after another. After confirming the number of people, the group walked towards the auditorium. Before starting class, they also needed to have breakfast.

The long table in the auditorium was already filled with sumptuous meals. The little animals that arrived one after another were eating and chatting at the same time. Dumbledore, who was sitting at the top, was watching happily at first, but when his eyes fell on Charles who was sitting next to Draco, the look behind his half-moon glasses suddenly became leisurely.

You know, the seating arrangement in Slytherin can show status. It was not surprising to Dumbledore that the boy from the Malfoy family became the leader of the freshmen. The Malfoy family was the most cunning and powerful among the stubborn and conservative nobles. Not to mention the small nobles who depended on Malfoy, even he would be wary of this family.

But why was Phantomhive allowed to sit next to Malfoy? He was clearly a Muggle whom they looked down upon the most. Wouldn't the others have any objection to him being placed in a higher position than himself?

If he had sat like this during the Sorting last night, he could have said that the boy didn't understand the rules of Slytherin, but after a night, he couldn't still be clueless, right? Dumbledore took a sip of the pumpkin juice in front of him, feeling that something was out of his control.

Perhaps, he should find a chance to talk to Phantomhive. Phantomhive is still young and needs the patient guidance of the elders to prevent him from learning bad things...

Slytherin's first class was Potions.

The classroom was located in the cellar, which was cool and dry. There were tall shelves in the classroom, on which were placed many strange materials soaked in transparent liquids, which added a bit of weirdness and horror to the dim candlelight.

"Slytherin is really not a good thing..." Ron Weasley murmured to Harry with his neck shrunk. "They actually like this kind of place."

Harry noticed the unfriendly looks from the Slytherins who heard this, and gently tugged on Ron's sleeve and shook his head at him.

So far, Harry actually didn't have much ill will towards Slytherin. Hogwarts gave him a completely different feeling from his previous schools. There were no annoying cousins, no classmates who liked to bully others, no one thought he was a freak, and he didn't need to do housework in exchange for dry food...

The experiences of the past few days were like a dream to Harry. He hoped that such days could continue forever and for a long time, so he hoped to avoid conflicts with others as much as possible. He was worried that he would be isolated by everyone like in his previous school.

The little snakes and little lions in the classroom sat clearly separated. Snape walked in aggressively and waved his wand, and the curtains in the classroom fell down.

Snape, standing on the podium, delivered a speech in a silky voice that could be described as bewitching. At least after listening to it, Charles became much more interested in Potions class. Things like "controlling life and death" and "brewing glory" sound very interesting, right?

However, just when Charles was ready to take notes, Snape suddenly turned his gun against Harry and started to mock him for some unknown reason.

Ciel: ...That's fine.

It was obvious that the Savior did not prepare for the lessons in advance, and he was deducted points from Gryffindor for talking back to the professor.

But what was very interesting was that Charles found that the gloomy man looked at Harry with a very focused and complicated gaze.

I could find out if Snape has any relationship with Harry. Ciel thought as he copied down the questions Snape asked in his notebook.

In the first Potions class, Snape only explained several common materials that could be used to make potions, as well as the uses and processing methods of the materials, and did not let them make potions directly.

In addition, Snape used various means to deduct several points from Gryffindor, successfully making all the little lions hate him.

So as soon as the get out of class was over, the little lions left the cellar without looking back. Harry, who had been picked on many times, was so angry that his face turned red.

Listening to the sarcastic laughter of the little snakes beside him, Charles felt that Slytherin was very much like the villain in the movie, but he didn't hate this feeling.

After the Potions class, the Herbology class followed. Well, Slytherin still had classes in the same classroom at the same time as Gryffindor. In fact, Charles found that the class schedules of the two houses overlapped to a great extent, as if these two incompatible houses were deliberately put together to intentionally deepen the conflicts and prejudices between them.

If conflicts and prejudices continued for seven years, it would seem easy for them to become mortal enemies.

Charles pinched his brows and walked towards the next classroom without stopping.

"Ciel." There was a sudden call from behind. Ciel turned around and saw Harry striding towards him.

"Harry, what can I do for you?"

"I..." Harry looked at the boy with a faint smile on his face, and stopped about a meter away from him awkwardly, "I heard that Slytherin attaches great importance to bloodline, so I am worried about you..."

Will he be bullied? He didn't say the rest of the sentence, because Ciel looked no different from before, and he didn't look like he was being bullied no matter how you looked at it.

"Thank you for your concern. I feel pretty good in Slytherin. In fact, everyone is easy to get along with."

"Yes, is that so?" Harry scratched his messy hair and smiled awkwardly.

Easy to get along with? Do you want to see what nonsense you are talking about?

"Yeah," Ciel nodded lightly, "How about Gryffindor? Do you like it there?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded vigorously, "I met a lot of new friends."

"That's great." Charles smiled, as if he was genuinely happy for Harry.

Just when Harry wanted to introduce Ron Weasley to Charles, Charles said apologetically: "My companion is still waiting for me. Can we talk next time?"

Only then did Harry realize that the first-year Slytherins were standing in a row not far ahead, as if they were waiting for someone.

They seemed to think highly of Charles. Harry suddenly had an outrageous idea.

Is this an illusion? Ron clearly said that Slytherin always looked down on young wizards whose parents were ordinary people.

Harry stood there, watching Charles say goodbye to him and then walk towards the group of straight-limbed Slytherins, and then watched him blend into them smoothly without any sense of incongruity, as if he was born to stand among them.

Harry felt a little lost. He once again realized the gap between Charles and himself. It seemed that they never belonged to the same world...