The Charles Becomes a Wizard

When Charles arrived at the medical wing, Harry had just spat out the bone-growing potion he had drunk, and Draco was still screaming with his eyes closed.

"Merlin, my arm must be broken!"

"Oh, it really hurts..."

However, compared to Harry, whose bed was surrounded by the little lions, there were only Crabbe and Goyle in front of Draco's bed.

Obviously, the victory in this Quidditch match has restored a lot of favors for the Savior from the little lions.

Ciel walked straight to Draco's bed.

"Draco, where are you hurt? Would you like Madam Pomfrey to examine you carefully?"

Draco:......

Draco:!!!

The person who seemed to be sealed in the hospital bed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

"Xia, Xiaer, why are you here?" A blush appeared on Draco's fair cheeks, and he wanted to curl up into a ball in embarrassment.

Perhaps it was because Lucius would occasionally use Ciel to motivate Draco, or perhaps it was because Ciel's daily performances were so outstanding, Draco's thoughts and actions would always unconsciously move closer to Ciel when facing him, but at the same time he secretly wanted to compete with him.

Malfoy will always be the most outstanding one in the crowd, and he will never lag behind others. If Charles can do something, there is no reason why Draco can't do it.

Draco was proud of his last name and hoped that one day this last name would be more glorious because of him.

Because of this little thought, and in order not to be at a disadvantage when facing Charles, he would always subconsciously hide his childish side and try hard to show his mature and stable side.

Before today, he thought he had been pretending well...

(Charles: No.)

But now, Charles actually saw such an embarrassing scene...

"Of course I won't miss your first game." Ciel seemed unaware of Draco's discomfort. He put his hands on his shoulders and made him lie flat.

"I was shocked when I saw you fall from such a high place just now. Where are you hurt? Is it serious? Lie down and have a good rest."

"No," Draco broke away from Charles' hand, his face turning even redder: "I'm fine now. Madam Pomfrey just said I can leave."

"Really?" Charles looked suspicious. "But I just heard..."

"If you don't believe me, ask Crabbe and Goyle!" Draco interrupted him neatly.

The two chubby boys met Draco's threatening gaze and nodded vigorously under Ciel's gaze.

Although the two of them had no idea why Draco looked so nervous, as Draco's followers for many years, they were very good at reading his expressions, and Madam Pomfrey did say that Draco could leave.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" Ciel, who arrived just after Madam Pomfrey, asked again, "I still feel like something is not right. Why is your face so red?"

"I'm just, I'm just too hot!" Draco rolled off the bed as if to prove his words, and jumped twice in front of Charles.

"Look, I'm really fine." He emphasized seriously.

"Okay. Then let's go back to the dormitory together?" Under Draco's earnest gaze, Charles pondered for a moment and finally changed his mind.

"Okay." Draco agreed almost impatiently.

Go back to the dormitory! Go back to the dormitory right now!

Everything will be fine as long as Charles doesn't mention his injury!

He can't stay in this medical wing for even a second!

An indescribable feeling of shame surged in his heart, but as he looked at the savior who was looking at him eagerly in the crowd, Draco still felt a subtle sense of "winning" in his heart.

So what if he was more seriously injured than him? Charles didn't even glance at Scarhead when he entered the room!

As long as Scarhead feels uncomfortable, he feels happy!

Thinking of this, Draco let out a sneer, raised his head again, and strode to Charles' side.

Huh? How come you recovered so quickly?

Ciel, who had been observing Draco's reaction, turned his ring habitually.

In that case, maybe I could go a little further next time?

He said that Draco was really fun to tease...

Draco, who didn't even know he was being targeted, shuddered suddenly.

Watching the Slytherins leaving together, Harry withdrew his gaze in disappointment and forced a smile at the little lions surrounding him.

He didn't know what he was expecting.

Harry suffered a lot in Gryffindor because of the previous point deductions. Even if Charles wanted to ease the relationship between them, Harry's attitude towards him would never go back to the same as before.

Again, even if Harry knew rationally that Charles was not to blame for this, he could not help but feel angry emotionally. He could not help but think that if Charles had not gone to such lengths and forced the professors to deduct points from him and Ron, they would not have encountered all this.

What's more, Charles's behavior during this period has clearly shown that he wants to draw a clear line between himself and himself.

It would be normal for him to ignore himself now, but Harry still feels disappointed about it.

"Hey, Harry, how about I come to the hospital wing to keep you company tonight?" Ron Weasley said as he approached the bed.

"Madam Pomfrey wouldn't agree." Hermione Granger poured cold water on him.

"My dear little brother."

"Percy asked us to keep an eye on you."

The Weasley twins put their arms on Ron Weasley's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, and spoke in unison.

"If you want to take the opportunity to go on a night tour, it's impossible!"

Ron Weasley cursed something under his breath and was rubbed hard on the head by his two brothers.

"Harry." A thin, small female voice sounded in his ears. Harry turned around and saw that the speaker was the only girl in the Weasley family - Ginny Weasley.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" Harry smiled subconsciously.

He stayed at the Weasley's house for a while during the holidays. He had already regarded this girl, who didn't like to talk to him but was always secretly looking at him, as his sister, so his voice became softer.

"You're going to be okay, right?"

"Of course," Harry nodded, "Madam Pomfrey said that my bones will grow back after tonight."

The girl's eyes were slightly red, and her eyes were full of worry: "Then you must be careful at night."

"Don't worry," Ron Weasley said carelessly, "What could possibly happen to Harry in the hospital wing?"

At this time, Harry just thought that the girl was thoughtful, so he agreed to it to reassure her.

Later, when he thought back to the look on Ginny Weasley's face, he couldn't help but regret that he hadn't noticed her eccentricity.