The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Ravenclaw is indeed a house of wisdom and civilization. Just mentioning it reminds me of the Headmaster's Contract. I just don't know how Gryffindor can have the nerve to call them nerds...

After finishing his task, Ciel winked at Zabini who was not far away, and when he saw Zabini nod, he slowly covered his mouth and yawned.

It is better for Zabini to do things like sowing discord. If it were Draco, he might bring hatred to Slytherin in no time.

Ciel smiled at Draco, then looked at Professor Quirrell who was still lying on the ground.

This professor always had a strong stench on his body, a smell of decay, which could not be covered up even with a lot of garlic.

However, Professor Quirrell does not seem to be very popular. He has been lying on the ground for such a long time, and no one is willing to help him up?

......

Harry Potter felt as if he was isolated by his classmates.

Although he couldn't predict other things at his age, Harry believed that he had a say in the issue of being isolated.

From childhood to adulthood, Harry has always been a weird kid in the eyes of others, so when he later learned that he was a wizard, Harry was quite happy.

It's not that he's too weird, it's just that he hasn't found people like him.

Things would definitely be different at Hogwarts, Harry thought.

At first he was really popular, although he didn't like people talking about the scar on his forehead - they made him feel like he was a monkey in a zoo. But except for Slytherin, the students were really warm and friendly to him, which was something Harry had never felt in eleven years.

Life in Hogwarts was like a dream to Harry. He was often reluctant to fall asleep, for fear that when he opened his eyes again he would still be in that tiny cupboard.

But Harry never expected that after Halloween, his classmates' attitudes would suddenly change. They no longer actively wanted to contact him, and sometimes he could even feel someone pointing and talking to him from behind.

It would be fine if he had never accepted the kindness of others, but watching others withdraw their kindness and start to treat him perfunctorily was unbearable for Harry now. He didn't know what he had done wrong, nor did he know what he should do to make them become the way they were before...

Harry wanted to know the reason, but on the one hand, he was not a lively person and didn't have any particularly good friends except Ron. On the other hand, he found that many people nowadays didn't like to talk to him.

"Harry, eat something," Hermione Granger advised.

"I can't eat." Harry shook his head and tightened his grip on the brand new broom.

"Today is your first Quidditch match, eat something." Ron Weasley added a piece of bread to his plate. "Don't be too nervous, George said that when he played in his first match, he was hit by the Quaffle just five minutes into the game, broke a rib, and stayed in the hospital wing for a week."

Ron Weasley's comfort made Harry even more nervous. He didn't want to be knocked off his broom, nor did he want to go to the hospital wing. In order to prevent Ron from continuing his unreliable comfort, he stuffed some food into his mouth.

"Hey, Ciel, will you come to watch the Quidditch game today?" Draco asked. "Today is our Slytherin vs. Gryffindor game, will you come?"

Before Charles had the chance to refuse, he was swept up by the excited little snakes and walked towards the stadium. Not long after he stood on the platform, the game officially began.

Players from the two academies were riding on broomsticks and floating in the air, hitting the ball back and forth. Charles, who originally had no interest in this kind of sport, found it interesting after watching for a while.

At this moment, Harry's broom suddenly lost control. It began to bounce up and down as the crowd screamed, as if it was controlled by something and was trying madly to throw Harry, who was holding on to the broom tightly, off.

Wait, control?

Charles narrowed his eyes, thinking that he might really be being controlled by someone, but he didn't know who was behind it.

Charles subconsciously looked at the stands where the professors were. Among them, Snape, who was staring at Harry intently and muttering something in a low voice, was the most conspicuous.

No, it shouldn't be him, then...

Charles raised his eyes slightly and saw Professor Quirrell standing on the steps behind Snape, also muttering something in a low voice.

What? It was him who did it again. But what on earth was Professor Quirrell doing this for? Charles stroked his chin. It couldn't be revenge for the "great dark lord" who had disappeared for eleven years, could it?

The broom in Harry's hand took him down suddenly, and just before he hit the ground, the spell that had been controlling the broom seemed to suddenly fail. Harry gritted his teeth and corrected the direction, but even so, he was still dragged on the ground for a distance before stopping.

Then, in full view of everyone, the savior, who had fallen to the ground in exhaustion, spat out a small golden ball from his mouth. The next second, deafening cheers rang out in the stadium.

He successfully won the game for Gryffindor.

Ciel looked at the boy who was thrown into the air by the excited players, then looked at Draco who threw his hat down in anger, and said seriously: "If every game is so dramatic, then I admit that Quidditch is indeed a very attractive sport."

Knowing that Ciel was expressing his dissatisfaction with him semi-forcefully dragging him to watch the game, Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes: "How is that possible? Scarhead is just lucky."

"Now those stupid lions have something to show off."

"Really, what a shame."

Draco frowned and said, "Well, if you really don't like it, then don't come next time."

Quidditch is so interesting! Why doesn't Ciel like it? I don't know what's so good about those big books!

"By the way, Draco, can you help me make an appointment with your father in the next few days?"

"What's the matter? Father doesn't seem to be in England these days." Draco straightened his face. If Charles needed to talk to his father, it should not be a small matter.

"It's also OK to communicate using a two-way mirror."

"I can ask about that."

"Well, thank you for your help." Ciel nonchalantly withdrew his gaze from Professor Quirrell, "Because I have something very important to ask."

"It's really important," Ciel repeated.