The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"War? Dumbledore, especially at times like this, we should not act rashly." Fudge raised his hands and waved them in the air twice.

"The last thing the magic world needs right now is this kind of news that will make people uneasy!"

"True leaders are wise and courageous, and they don't care what others think," said Dumbledore.

"What did you say?" Fudge frowned, feeling that his authority was challenged.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," Howard interrupted Fudge's efforts. He felt that if he let them continue talking, they might just start fighting, and he didn't want his collection in his office to be implicated. "Now, could you please get back to the point?"

Fudge gave Dumbledore an annoyed look, but fell silent out of consideration for the others in the office.

In the end, Fudge and his group had the upper hand in this debate, and more people chose to suppress the news about Voldemort first.

But when Charles looked at Dumbledore, he felt that the other party would not give up his ideas so easily.

Cedric Diggory quickly recovered under the careful care of Madam Pomfrey, but surprisingly, he completely forgot what happened after he was captured and taken to the cabin.

The wizards who were rescued also lost their memories of being captured after they regained consciousness at St. Mungo's.

In other words, no one could prove the truthfulness of what Harry said that day.

This is great news for Fudge and others who are determined to suppress the news.

So the Daily Prophet began to publicize the news that the Ministry of Magic's Aurors had solved the previous wizard disappearance case and that all the wizards involved in the case had been brought to justice in the fight.

The report downplayed Harry's contribution, and as for what he said in public that day, it was dismissed with a sentence "He was caught in a spell in the maze and was immersed in fantasy and had not yet awakened."

Sitting at the Slytherin table, Charles put down the newspaper in his hand, cut a piece of bacon and put it in his mouth.

Sure enough, whether ordinary people or wizards, they all like to deceive themselves.

The Ciel didn't believe that they hadn't secretly wondered why Voldemort had suddenly disappeared.

"Ciel, do you think the demon the savior talked about could be real?" Draco came over and asked.

"Do you believe him?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

This is quite new.

There are probably not many people in the entire Hogwarts, or rather the entire wizarding world, who believe that Harry really saw the devil with his own eyes. Charles didn't expect that Draco would be one of them.

"I just don't think he looks like he's lying."

What did that sentence say?

The person who knows you best is always your enemy.

Draco couldn't say that he completely understood Harry, but he did understand him about 70% of the way.

He felt that Scarhead's condition that night was not one that he would lie.

"What if it's true? If there really are demons in this world," Ciel, the demon's contractor, Phantomhive, raised his chin to look at him, his deep blue eyes curved into a beautiful arc. "Draco, do you want to summon a demon too?"

"I'm a little curious about what a demon looks like," Draco shook his head. "As for summoning a demon, that's not necessary."

He is a Malfoy who is good at keeping himself safe. Although he is a little curious, he is not interested in something as weird as the devil.

Seeing the resistance clearly written on Draco's face, Charles suddenly felt that if he knew the true identity of Sebastian, who prepared afternoon tea for them every day, the expression on his face would be very interesting.

But this thought was fleeting and did not leave much trace in Charles' mind.

Although there was a minor incident during the competition, the award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament was still very grand. Amid the applause of the crowd, Cedric Diggory and Harry stood on the podium at the same time as the first place.

The two of them looked at each other, grabbed the two handles of the trophy, one on the left and one on the right, and lifted the trophy in their hands at the same time. At that moment, the cheers from the audience almost completely blew the roof of the auditorium off.

Harry, who won the Triwizard Tournament at the young age of fourteen, once again became the darling of Hogwarts, but he was not as happy as he had imagined.

Because no one was willing to believe him, even Dumbledore looked skeptical when he heard the word "devil".

Humans are easily swept up in the collective will. It is very difficult for a fourteen-year-old child to insist on his own views and stand against everyone else.

Therefore, due to some kind of self-protection function of the human body, memory began to deviate slightly.

This made Harry start to doubt whether the demon he saw that night was just an illusion.

After the Triwizard Tournament, the school year finally came to an end.

The castle was full of students saying goodbye to each other. It was obvious that the students from the three schools had established a deep friendship after spending a year together.

After reluctantly seeing off the guests who had come from afar, the little animals at Hogwarts boarded the train back home with their luggage.

Charles propped up his head and looked out the window at the scenery moving backwards for a long time without saying a word.

"Charles, are you in a bad mood?" Blaise asked.

"No, it just feels a little complicated." Charles lowered his arm and tapped twice on the wooden window sill with his fingers.

He just remembered the exquisite invitation that Eric had included in the letter he had received a few days ago.

A cricket match at Weston.

I think since there's no Undertaker messing things up this time, there won't be any zombies appearing, right?

In his previous life, even with the help of Sebastian, he still paid a lot of price to win the victory from the Green Lion Hall...

This time it was Eric's turn.

If Eric loses the game, just laugh at him.