The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"If you want it, come and get it yourself." Draco raised his eyebrows and flew into the air on his broom.

Neville Longbottom stood there at a loss, almost crying with anxiety, but he was always timid and could only watch.

"So, where should we hide this?" Draco flew higher and higher, and stopped near the top of the castle. "Just put it at the highest place."

Harry's eyes flashed, and he picked up the broom and was about to get on it. Hermione Granger quickly reached out to stop him: "Are you crazy? You don't know how to ride a broom, and the professor clearly said that no one can use a flying broom before she comes back. If you are caught, you will definitely be punished!"

Harry dodged her hand and flew to Draco on his broom. "Malfoy, that's Neville's memory ball, give it back to him!"

"Oh? Of course it's okay if you want." Harry's commanding tone made Draco feel very unhappy. He suddenly showed a bright smile, slightly exerted force on the arm holding the memory ball, and the transparent ball was thrown out suddenly: "You have to catch it before it breaks."

Harry glared at Draco fiercely, gripped the broom tightly, leaned forward and rushed out. His speed was very fast, like a flash of lightning, accompanied by the cry of the little lion, and he grabbed the memory ball firmly in his hand one second before it hit the castle wall.

Harry landed safely on the ground and raised the Memory Ball in his hand high like a victorious hero. He was surrounded by the little lions. But before they could be happy for too long, Professor McGonagall hurried out of the castle.

"You, how dare you! Do you know that you might break your neck!" Professor McGonagall said, and looked deeply at Harry who was hanging his head. "Mr. Potter, please follow me."

"Ha, it looks like the great savior is in trouble." The little snakes laughed. Professor McGonagall was a serious and fair person, and they were sure that Harry would be punished this time.

As confident as the little snakes were now, they were even more devastated the next day when they learned that Harry had been selected for Gryffindor's Quidditch team as an exception.

"Crunch!" On the long Slytherin table, the teeth-grinding sound of knives and plates touching each other was heard continuously. This was obviously not in line with the dining etiquette of the aristocracy, but the little snakes' minds were not on etiquette at all at the moment.

Charles sighed and raised his hand slightly to block Draco's jealous gaze - this guy must have mistaken the bacon on the plate for Harry, and he refused to let go even after cutting it into pieces!

"Ciel?" Could it be that Ciel wanted to speak for the Savior? Draco couldn't help but think so.

"Don't be angry," Charles put a glass of pumpkin juice in front of Draco. "How about you watch the show?"

"My people have found evidence against that Wei Laishi."

Charles doesn't like to waste too much time on meaningless people and things. Compared to playing house-like trivial things, he prefers the feeling of hitting the target with one stroke.

"Hmm?" Draco was in a good mood. Anyway, the Savior's joining the Quidditch team was a foregone conclusion, and it was a good choice to see Weasley in trouble.

but.

"You really didn't remember Weasley's name?"

The last name given to him is different every time!

"Is this kind of thing important?" Charles tilted his head and gave a nonchalant smile.

"No," Draco laughed, "Of course it's not important."

At this moment, an owl dived into the milk jug next to Ron Weasley, and a red letter fell straight in front of him.

"Merlin! Weasley received a Howler Letter!" a little lion screamed in surprise, and the next second, the whole hall fell silent.

"Howler?" Charles asked in a low voice. "What is that?"

"You will know in a moment..." Draco had a complicated expression.

"Hey," the boy sitting next to Ron Weasley patted his shoulder sympathetically and whispered, "I advise you to open it quickly. I received one before, but I didn't dare to open it, and then..." The boy swallowed, as if he had thought of something terrible, "Anyway, open it quickly."

Ron Weasley's fingers trembled as he untied the wax seal on the envelope. Then the red letter paper turned into a pair of paper red lips. As the red lips opened and closed, a deep and loud female voice resounded throughout the entire hall.

"Ron Weasley! Do you know how much trouble you have caused our family?"

"How could you do such a thing as a sneak attack! And get caught! Oh, Merlin, damn Merlin, those Muggle lawyers are asking us to pay a huge amount of compensation! Why can't you learn from your brothers and behave yourself and not cause us any trouble!"

"They even found evidence that your father used magic in front of Muggles! You caused your father to be fired from his job and stay at home! Do you know what this means?"

Ron Weasley's face turned red and he lowered his head lower and lower, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

He actually destroyed the Weasley family’s main source of income with just one move!

The little snakes all looked at Charles, who had a calm expression, and couldn't help but feel a little more admiration and fear for him.

About five or six minutes later, the red lips floating in the air finally turned into pieces of paper and fell on the Gryffindor table in full view of everyone.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with this wonderful show?" asked Charles.

"Of course!" Draco nodded heavily, and all the anger he had because of Harry disappeared.

"You despicable snake!" Ron Weasley pounced in front of Charles, grabbed his collar and roared angrily.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?" Charles' expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't take his anger to heart at all.

Harry followed closely and grabbed Ron Weasley's clenched fist before he could make a move. "Ron, don't..."

"I advise you to listen to him." The boy's deep blue eyes were bottomless. He pried open Ron Weasley's fingers one by one with irresistible force. "Are you sure you can afford to hurt me?"

Ciel slowly straightened his wrinkled collar. "This is just a warning. If it happens again, I won't mind making sure you can't even wear a second-hand robe."

"Isn't that pathetic?" Zabini said loudly on purpose.

Ron Weasley was almost provoked by him and got excited again. This time, the Weasley twins supported their little brother on both sides before things got worse.