A day at Hogwarts

Gabrielle: "How about I go to England to play with you in the future?"

Charles: "Okay, Hogsmeade is still a bit of fun."

Furong: "Haha..."

When Charles saw Fleur's cold gaze, he subconsciously shrank his neck.

Yesterday, when Charles and Gabri were waiting in line to buy ice cream, Gabri was entrusted by a family member to find out if Charles liked Fleur, but Charles' answer was that he liked someone as beautiful as Gabri.

Fleur thought this guy was a lolicon. Last night at the beach, she almost pushed Charles down on the beach and strangled him to death.

Charles felt something was wrong and ran away after breakfast.

After flooing all the way, Charles first returned to the villa and asked Dobby to bring the plant seeds and branches he brought back from Germany, and then planned to return to No. 3 Privet Drive.

"I advise you not to go back." Grindelwald said while reading. "If you go back, you might get beaten by your grandfather."

Charles asked doubtfully: "Why?"

After turning a page of the book, Grindelwald said: "You will know when you go back."

Charles was speechless. This old man was very bad. He spoke so appetizingly that he clearly wanted to be beaten.

But he understood as soon as he thought about it, what else could he do that would allow the old man to beat him?

Charles went to the Muggle building next door and made a phone call.

"I'm Dudley Dursley."

"Dudley, I'm Charles, is Mrs. Dursley here?"

"Mom is out."

"Oh, is Harry here?"

"Harry went on a trip with his friends."

"Ah? Going on a trip? Oh, I know what's going on. Have you seen my grandpa recently? How is he? I'm still abroad and will go back after a while."

"Mr. Smith is doing well recently. An old lady comes to your house every morning. She seems to be your professor."

"Dudley, help me find out what they are doing. I will give you 100 pounds when I go back."

"no problem!"

In the afternoon, the phone at No. 4 Privet Drive rang again.

"Is it Charles?"

"It's me. How about it? Did you find out?"

"Mr. Smith and the professor are in the study studying how to raise their daughter."

"What?!"

"Oh, they are playing games on your computer. By the way, there is an old man with a long white beard at home. He is in the living room. He looks very unhappy and keeps eating your snacks."

"That's it, it scared me. When you meet my grandfather, tell him that I have traveled around the world."

Charles put down the phone and patted his chest. It was a false alarm just now. He thought the old man was going to find an aunt for himself, but it turned out that he was playing "Pretty Girls 2".

It seemed that the atmosphere between the two was not bad, Dumbledore even ran into the living room.

Charles decided to live in the villa this summer, and in the Muggle building, too lazy to be with Grindelwald.

As for Harry, he probably traveled to Egypt with the Weasley family.

Thinking about it, maybe Dumbledore also thought that Grindelwald and Voldemort had merged, and Black was released by them. It would also be a good idea to let Harry go abroad secretly for Harry's safety.

Charles paid no attention to these matters and went to London next.

At the London Historic Fencing Club in south London, Charles was received by Jamie McKeever, the club’s president and long sword coach, who was acquainted with Charles’s boxing coach.

Here you can study the history of swordsmanship and adults can play martial arts. Naturally, there are also training classes that charge tuition fees.

In the training ground of the training class, many young students wearing full-body protective gear and holding rubber soft swords were sparring with the coaches. From time to time, the coaches' praises and students' laughter could be heard.

It's a different scene at the adult military training ground.

There were people practicing long sword sparring in the training ground. They were wearing a full set of retro-restored plate armor. From the helmets to the iron gloves, they were the same as in the Middle Ages. The only thing they were holding was nylon swords, but breaking the finger bones was not a problem.

The two of them were playing ping-pong-pong, and it seemed to be quite methodical. A round ended when the sword hit the opponent's body.

McKeever showed Charles around, then returned to the office and began to introduce their club.

At first, MacGyver thought that the kid recommended by his friend was just here to attend an interest class. Unexpectedly, when his grandfather paid the tuition fee some time ago, he took out such a large stack of pounds from his wallet, without even counting them, and even asked if it was enough. not enough.

Full-armor fighting has not been popular for a long time. In the past, enthusiasts played their own games. In recent years, enthusiasts have formed clubs.

Among the club members are history buffs and professional professors, some who like armors and weapons, and some who study ancient swordsmanship. Everyone gathers together for their hobbies.

Everything you do these days requires money. As the president of the club, McKeever is constantly scratching his head to raise money, such as holding training classes, having members wear armor to participate in various activities, and wooing wealthy members.

In everyone's eyes, Charles is a child who is pampered at home. As long as his parents are happy, his parents will spend a lot of money, so the club members unanimously decided to absorb him. Anyway, the money paid by his grandfather is enough for several years of membership fees. .

"We can also tailor-make a plate armor for you!" MacGyver felt like a criminal who abducted children. "It can be Milanese style or Gothic style."

The only plate armor that Charles was familiar with was the ones from Hogwarts, which were Milanese-style plate armor and looked pretty good.

"I think we can talk about the plate armor later." Charles understood the other party's intention, "I'm still growing, and I won't be able to wear the current plate armor in the future."

"Now I'm interested in using swords and sabers, and you know I've been boxing since elementary school, so I'm not interested in soft things."

At this time, McKeever became serious and said very solemnly: "Mr. Smith, I know you are a good person. But I also need you to swear that you will not use excessive force."

Charles naturally agreed and swore to God like a good boy that he would never bully the weak.

So he successfully joined the club and started studying the next day.

"not bad!"

McKeever was very satisfied with Charles's learning ability. He could learn common footwork such as jab step, send step, lean step, diagonal step and turn, and he could master it proficiently in a week. The members nearby also praised him. He repeatedly said that he was a martial arts wizard who was rare to see in a century.

By the end of July, Charles was able to fight MacGyver back and forth with a nylon sword. Although his offensive strength was still a little lacking, his defense was watertight. No one in the club could effectively attack him before his physical strength was exhausted.

"You still have a problem that you need to correct." McKeever still pointed out Charles's little problem, "Because you have been learning boxing for many years, some habits are very bad for using a long sword, such as subconsciously blocking with your hands. "

Charles kept nodding and discovered this problem himself.

Fortunately, everyone used nylon swords during sparring and kept their strength down, otherwise he would have had to take a taxi to St. Mungo's Hospital to have his bones repaired.

It's just that it's a bit troublesome to change this kind of muscle memory, so you can only practice more.

The second full moon night of the summer vacation was coming, and he had to go to Erica's place to help. Charles told everyone during afternoon tea that he would not be coming for the next few days.

A professor of medieval history at Oxford University reminded him: "The fugitive named Blake has not been caught yet. You and your family should be careful when traveling."