The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Aren't they really here to make people laugh?

Charles turned his head to the left, and Dumbledore looked at the two people who were hugging each other and cheering because he had survived the disaster, with a look of relief on his face.

Charles turned his head to the right. Snape, who was thundering and lightning behind him, remained silent.

Ciel looked at Professor McGonagall, who always had a stern face, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Very good, it seems that all the adults present have tacitly agreed that these ridiculous punishments are the only ones that will teach the "great savior" a lesson.

"Excuse me, professors." Charles' abrupt voice broke the "peaceful" atmosphere in the room.

"Can I ask a question?" Charles asked politely.

Dumbledore suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, but he couldn't just turn him back, so he could only put on a kind smile again: "Of course, Mr. Phantomhive, of course."

"Actually, I've always been curious. When does each semester at Hogwarts start?" Ciel frowned slightly, as if he had been troubled by this question for a long time. "Does it start from the moment we step on the train?"

Not good! Dumbledore understood Charles' intention almost instantly.

He wanted to confuse the time, but Professor McGonagall answered Ciel's question before he could.

"Of course, the new term begins the moment you step on the train to Hogwarts."

"Then, the second question," Ciel stretched out his right hand and raised his index and middle fingers, "If that's the case, why didn't Professor McGonagall deduct points from Gryffindor just now?"

"I think the two of them must have violated a lot of school rules tonight. Does Professor McGonagall want to encourage others to follow their example or..." Ciel tilted his head in pretended confusion.

"What about intentionally favoring students from your own college?"

This is a threat.

He is threatening himself.

After meeting the boy's undisguised gaze, Dumbledore realized that if he found a way to let Harry avoid the penalty this time, then the matter tonight would probably be exaggerated and spread out. By then, not only would the Forbidden Forest welcome wave after wave of "explorers", but Harry's reputation in Hogwarts would probably not be much better.

Dumbledore also knew that as the headmaster, he could not show too much partiality in public, otherwise it would be detrimental to the management of students.

But if McGonagall deducts points from Harry according to school rules, Harry will definitely have a hard time in Gryffindor this semester...

Is it better to offend people from one college or people from three colleges?

Dumbledore weighed the options in his mind and quickly made his decision.

Harry's behavior this time was really reckless, it would be good to let him suffer a little.

Well, Gryffindor is a group of good kids. As long as Harry can get back the points he lost before the end of this semester, there will be absolutely no other problems...

So with Dumbledore's tacit approval, Charles got a result that seemed to him to be acceptable - all of Gryffindor's rubies were confiscated on the first night of school.

Snape seemed to be very satisfied with the result. He even gave Charles a slightly stiff smile for the first time.

......

"Charles." Hearing the hurried footsteps coming from behind him, Charles stopped and looked back.

"Harry, is there something wrong? It's getting late and I should go back to my dormitory." He smiled gently and beautifully, as if nothing had happened.

"Ciel...why would you do such a thing?"

"Hmm? Did I do anything?"

"Why did you let Professor McGonagall deduct points from me and Ron?" Harry looked indignant, his eyes red, as if he had suffered an unbearable betrayal.

"Harry," Charles' face suddenly turned cold, "Are you trying to slander me?"

"I didn't! It was obviously you..."

"I didn't do anything," Charles interrupted his accusation without hesitation, and said, "I asked you a few questions, and I hope you can answer me truthfully. If you still feel that I am deliberately making things difficult for you, then I have nothing to say."

"Were you in the flying car that was photographed in the newspaper?"

Harry hesitated for a moment: "...I'm here."

"Are you one of those who drove a flying car into the forbidden forest?"

"have......"

"The Whomping Willow in the Forbidden Forest, which is older than us, was also injured by the flying car, right?"

"Um......"

"Then tell me now, have you violated any school rules?"

"But..." Harry wanted to explain that he did not intend to violate the school rules. He just did not want to miss the opening ceremony of Hogwarts. He was just afraid that he would be expelled from school for missing the train.

Everything that happened afterwards was just an accident.

"Just answer yes or no."

"...Yes." Harry lowered his head slowly.

"So do you think I made you get on the speeder? Did I make you get photographed in the newspapers? Did I make you drive into the Forbidden Forest and crash your car into the Whomping Willow?"

"..." Harry was speechless. He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything to argue.

Fortunately, Charles didn't need his answer: "I just exposed what you did."

"Why does it become my fault when it comes to you?"

"But if you..."

If I don't mention this...

"Of course I can choose not to mention this matter," Charles' eyes were illuminated by the dim candlelight in the corridor, and his slender figure blended into the darkness behind him. "But Harry, this is unfair to me and to others."

"There are so many people in the school, why are you the only one who doesn't get deducted points for violating the school rules?"

"With the title of savior?"

"By virtue of Mr. Dumbledore's preference?"

Charles walked slowly towards Harry, his well-made leather shoes making crisp sounds as they landed on the floor tiles. Every step seemed to be stepping on Harry's heart, making him feel inexplicably flustered and he almost wanted to turn around and run away.

"Oh, I think you must have noticed Mr. Dumbledore's preference for you?" Charles slowly tilted his head and whispered in Harry's ear.

"Are you feeling very proud?"

"Think you're special? Think you're better than everyone else at Hogwarts?"

The little thoughts that he had been hiding were ruthlessly exposed by the boy in front of him. Harry's face turned pale and blue, and he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Ciel reached out and gripped Harry's chin, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

"Of course, professors are also human beings, and it is inevitable that they will have favorites."

"But the degree of bias must at least be acceptable to others."

"If they can't give me the fairness I want, I don't mind getting it my own way."

After saying this, Ciel let go of his hand, and without paying any attention to Harry who was shocked by his words, he disappeared into the dark corridor without looking back.