The Charles Becomes a Wizard

While Lucius was having a secret conversation with Vincent and his group, Ciel and Draco were standing on the lawn in front of the castle, preparing to start their first flying lesson, well, with the little lions.

Looking at the tattered broom at his feet, Draco couldn't help but feel disgusted: "When can we use our own broom?"

"Forget it." Zabini had the same disgusted expression on his face as Draco. "Hogwarts has a rule that freshmen cannot apply to join the school's Quidditch team. Don't even think about using your own broom this year."

"This thing," Charles poked it with his toes, "is it true that it won't fall apart in mid-air?"

Charles felt that his life was still very precious, and he refused to put his safety in the hands of the pile of wood on the ground.

"Should, shouldn't it?" Draco said hesitantly.

"Hey, this broom is the same model as the one we have at home!" Ron Weasley was chattering about how much fun he had playing Quidditch with his brothers at home. When he found out that Harry had never heard of this sport, his eyes widened in disbelief. Then he started telling Harry how fun Quidditch was and boasting about how great his skills were.

"I swear, if I had flown faster, I could have caught the Muggle bullet." Ron Weasley vowed, obviously feeling a little flattered by Harry's flattery.

"Pfft." Charles couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, what are you laughing at, you damn viper?!" Ron Weasley yelled, his face quickly turning red.

Charles just glanced at Ron Weasley lightly, then turned to talk to Draco. Charles didn't want to waste his precious time on a meaningless argument.

This indifferent attitude made Ron Weasley even more furious. He took out his wand despite Harry's obstruction and shouted angrily: "Go eat slugs!"

The moment Charles took out his wand, he cast an armor protection on himself, but to everyone's surprise, the spell cast by Ron Weasley's wand actually rebounded directly onto himself.

Ron Weasley flew backwards and lay on the ground for a long time without getting up. The little snakes immediately burst into laughter.

"Ron, are you okay?" Harry hurried to the red-haired boy and helped him up.

Ron Weasley opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a slimy slug popped out of his mouth, and the snakes laughed even harder.

"It seems that the rumors are true. The Weasley family is so poor that they can only eat slugs." Draco looked down at the embarrassed red-haired boy.

"Why are there only slugs? Is it because we can't afford anything else?" Pansy raised her eyebrows.

"Of course. Didn't you see that even his wand is second-hand?" another little snake laughed, "He is truly a pure-blood traitor, Weasley. He can't even control his own wand."

"You are really going too far!" Hermione Granger jumped out and said accusingly, "Can't you see that he is already very uncomfortable?"

This was the truth. As they were talking, a large pool of slugs appeared in front of Ron. Except for Harry, the other little lions also quietly moved away from him.

"Isn't it his own fault?" Charles interrupted the girl's self-righteous accusation without hesitation.

Charles's face looked grim. He couldn't help but wonder, if there was nothing wrong with Ron Weasley's wand, would those disgusting things on the ground have been stuffed into his mouth?

"But..." You're not hurt, are you?

"I was not hurt only because I was lucky and because he was stupid," Charles raised his chin indifferently, "not because this... Mr. Leslie changed his mind."

"I am sure Miss Granger will be clever enough to learn to tell the difference."

The boy's elegant public school accent had a resounding rhythm.

"In addition, Mr. Lai and Reese's actions have caused serious harm to my body and mind. I will hold him accountable. I guarantee in the name of Phantomhive that he will pay the price for his actions."

Draco snickered. There was no attitude more contemptuous than Charles's at the moment - he didn't even bother to remember that Weasley's name!

"You, you..." Ron Weasley rolled his eyes in anger and pointed at Charles with a trembling finger.

"Excuse me, do you have anything else to say?" Ciel spread his hands. "As for the subsequent compensation issue, Phantomhive's lawyer will contact your parents."

This simple sentence stunned all the animals present.

The little snakes secretly sighed at Ciel's cruelty. For a small conflict, he actually wanted to bring the entire Weasley family into the matter. You know, the Weasley family's poor financial situation is well-known in the wizarding world...

The little lions didn't think so much. They just felt that Slytherins were indeed despicable, mean and shameless. When something happened, they would only look for their parents, unlike Gryffindors who were brave and fearless.

"Ciel," Harry began hesitantly. "Ron has been punished, could you please...?"

Compared to other young wizards who grew up in the Muggle world, Harry, who has always lived in a terrible environment, is not as naive as others. He understands the power of money better.

"Sorry, Harry." Ciel rejected him bluntly. A savior with an empty title was far less important than the reputation of the Phantomhive family.

"What happened here?" Rolanda Hodge, their flight class professor, hurried over.

"Oh, Merlin, what's wrong with Mr. Weasley?" Professor Hooch looked at Slytherin dimly. She was obviously well aware of the gap between the two colleges.

"Professor, Mr. Lewis wanted to cast a spell on me, but there seemed to be something wrong with his wand." Charles said. "So, it turned out like this."

"Is that right?"

Seeing the little animals nodding in unison, Professor Hodge finally relaxed his tightly frowned brows.

"I'm going to take Mr. Weasley to the hospital wing. The rest of you are free to move around. You are not allowed to use your broomstick until I return."

Seeing that she had lightly brushed aside Weasley's sneak attack, Draco was a little dissatisfied, so after Professor Hodge left, he turned his gun against the remaining little lions.

"Look what I picked up?" Draco tossed the memory ball in his hand.

"Give it back to me! This is what my grandma gave me!" The chubby boy rushed over anxiously.