The Charles Becomes a Wizard

After Christmas, the weather quickly warmed up, the snow melted, and all things came back to life. The little animals in Hogwarts also welcomed the exam week that many people dreaded.

When the notice was received, the Gryffindors cried the loudest among the four houses. Unlike the Slytherins who received elite education, the Ravenclaws who were naturally smart and studious, and the Hufflepuffs who were down-to-earth and serious, most Gryffindors were passionate, fearless and adventurous by nature.

This means that it is impossible for many energetic little lions to sit down and study honestly. How can we expect them to study on their own without anyone to supervise them?

Do not make jokes.

How can the boring knowledge written in books be as interesting as night walks and Quidditch?

However, as students, they always care about their grades. Or maybe it's because the test scores will be sent to their parents, so during exam week the library is always crowded with little lions cramming for exams. Even the Weasley twins who love to play pranks have settled down.

"Finally the exams are over. It's been so quiet lately." Draco sighed after finishing the last exam.

With the help of Ciel, Draco, who went back to the dormitory every night to take Sebastian's private lessons, was very confident about his results in this exam and his face looked particularly relaxed.

"Yeah, the exam is finally over." Charles also breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period, Sebastian took on the role of tutor again, and from time to time he would criticize him from all kinds of tricky angles, and he even called it "making the young master have a deeper understanding of the knowledge he has learned."

He wanted to see what excuses that nasty guy could find to torment him this time!

"I've heard that the final exams at Hogwarts are terrible, but I want to say that I actually quite enjoyed it." A female voice suddenly came from behind.

Ciel and Draco looked back and saw the Gryffindor trio coming out of the corridor.

"Weasley, if you fail this exam, will your parents let you drop out of school?" Draco gave Ron Weasley a provocative smile.

"I heard that you have a younger sister. Your father has been dismissed by the Ministry of Magic. Can your family still afford to send so many people to school?"

Ron Weasley glared at Ciel and Draco fiercely, but after paying Ciel a large sum of gold Galleons as compensation, he finally learned his lesson and did not dare to say anything. His lips were tightly pursed, and Harry, who was closer, could even hear him grinding his teeth.

Hermione Granger looked at Ron Weasley worriedly and took two steps forward to block her friend behind her. "Malfoy, you're going too far!"

This rekindled Draco's interest, as he had originally thought Ron Weasley's reaction was too boring. He crossed his arms over his chest, raised his chin slightly, and acted in a condescending manner that Ron Weasley hated the most: "Ms. Granger, where have I gone too far?"

"I'm just expressing my concern for the Weasleys," he turned to look at Ron Weasley and said in a condescending tone, "Although your Weasley family is called "pure-blood traitors", you were once nobles after all. I can't just sit there and watch you not even be able to go to school."

"If you really can't afford to go to school, please write me a letter. As you are both nobles, I am willing to provide you with some financial support. Just consider it as a sudden act of kindness."

How dare he!!!

It was clearly them who had brought his family to this state, how dare he say such things in front of him!

Ron Weasley's chest heaved violently, and the shame and anger rushed towards him like a surging tide.

If Harry and Hermione Granger hadn't grabbed his sleeves tightly, he would have rushed over and smashed Draco's smug face!

"I don't need your filthy money!" But thinking of the screaming letter his mother had sent to the school, Ron Weasley just stomped his feet in hatred and ran away without looking back.

"Ron!" Hermione Granger hurriedly chased after him.

Harry hesitated for a moment: "Ciel, can we talk sometime?"

Huh? Charles, who didn't expect to be called out suddenly, raised his eyebrows. It had been a long time since he and the savior had a good conversation. Recently, when they met, they rarely even said hello...

Charles thought for a moment and nodded under Harry's complicated gaze: "Okay, how about this afternoon? Three thirty, by the Black Lake."

He was quite curious about what Harry wanted to see him about.

"Okay..." Harry nodded, hesitating what to say.

"Hey, Scarhead, aren't you and Weasley good friends?" Draco, who was ignored, said unhappily, "Why don't you go and comfort him? If you don't go after him now, you may never catch up."

"Malfoy, you're meddling too much." Harry looked at Draco coldly and said to Charles, "Then we have a deal." Then he turned around and ran in the direction Ron Weasley left.

"What do you have to talk to him about?" Draco frowned. "Does he still think you will be bullied in Slytherin?"

Draco was also quite vindictive. Harry only said this once shortly after the start of the school year, but Draco remembered it for the entire semester.

"Probably not. I think he might want to talk about the Philosopher's Stone," Charles touched his chin, "and maybe tell me to be careful of Professor Snape."

Draco frowned even deeper when he heard this. He muttered quietly, "I really don't know what they are thinking. Why are they always biting the Godfather like mad dogs?"

Isn't it because your godfather never treated them well and always found excuses to deduct points? Ciel glanced at Draco and didn't say this out loud.

"But since you already guessed what he wanted to say, why did you agree to talk to him?" Draco asked.

"I remember the Potter family is also a noble family, right?" asked Charles.

"Indeed," Draco nodded. "The Potter family is indeed aristocratic family and one of the directors of Hogwarts. Before Scarhead's father, although their stance was somewhat biased towards Dumbledore, they also intermarried with pure-bloods for generations. Scarhead's grandmother was from the 'eternally pure' Black."

In order to avoid being rude when meeting him at a banquet, Draco had memorized the noble family tree since he was a child, and now he spoke it out with ease.

"So, you and Harry are relatives by blood?" Charles said with a smile.

Draco's mother's original surname was also Black.

Draco's face instantly turned pale, as if he had swallowed a slug: "Who is related to that scarred head!"

There are only so many nobles in the wizarding world. Nobles who pursue pure blood always prefer to marry with nobles of the same pure blood. If you really count carefully, you will find that these nobles are all relatives.

Ciel just wanted to tease Draco, and when he saw his expression change, he changed the subject: "So from what you're saying, the Potter family is not in decline?"