A day at Hogwarts

In the Gryffindor common room, some of the students were writing homework, and some were talking about the job recruitment notice that Charles posted on the bulletin board in the afternoon. Many of them wanted to make some pocket money.

Few people said anything about the explosion that occurred in the morning, as if Seamus causing the explosion was as normal as Fred and George's prank.

Seamus and others had classes as usual in the afternoon, and now they were gathering together to do homework and chatting about Charles.

But Charles was not there, supposedly going to the principal's office.

When Charles returned to the common room, Hermione was the only one left doing her homework. Everyone else had gone back to their dormitories to sleep.

There was a large ginger cat with thick and fluffy fur on the long table, glaring at Ruby.

Ruby held a grilled sausage in her mouth, placed it in front of Crookshanks, and barked a few times.

Half a minute later, Crookshanks recognized the new boss.

"has not rested yet?"

Charles sat across from Hermione and took out a bag of beef cubes and fed it to Ruby.

Hermione asked him while doing her homework without raising her head, "Why are you back so late?"

Charles replied nonchalantly: "Professor Dumbledore wanted me to do something, but I refused."

Hermione raised her head in surprise and asked, "You would actually refuse Professor Dumbledore?"

From Hermione's point of view, Charles is the key training target of Hogwarts. His academic performance is one thing. The key is that he is particularly capable of doing various things. For example, this summer's decryption challenge that the wizarding world is paying attention to was proposed by him. It was reported in French wizarding newspapers.

In the past, Charles mentioned that he had some cooperation with professors from time to time in the chat, but now he said that he rejected Dumbledore, which made Hermione a little curious about what happened.

Charles would throw beef cubes at Ruby, and it would catch them with its mouth, sometimes three or four at a time. From time to time, he would also throw one to Crookshanks, and the guy would also learn to catch it with his mouth.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Hermione continued to ask, "What does Professor Dumbledore want you to do?"

Charles sighed, as if he had been too eye-catching in front of the professor in the past two years, making Dumbledore think that he was omnipotent, but he wanted to arrange a super complicated task for himself tonight.

"It's a strange thing," said Charles. "The principal wants me to be responsible for translating foreign documents."

Hermione asked doubtfully: "Isn't it very simple? You know the languages ​​​​of so many countries, so it doesn't take a lot of time, right?"

Charles said angrily: "Dear Miss Granger, how big do you think this foreign country is?"

Hermione then realized that the problem was more serious than she expected.

Charles continued to feed Ruby and Crookshanks and said: "Hermione, if you become the Minister of Magic in the future, you have to remember one thing. If you want to do something that has not been done before, it is better to set up a special department than to find just one." People do it.”

"If Dumbledore wants to follow the academic frontier, he can set up a translation office to specialize in translation and publishing work. It is very unreliable to just ask me to do it."

"I have always felt that Hogwarts has flaws. If you become the principal, you can set up a special research department and gather everyone's efforts to conduct in-depth research."

Hermione was a little speechless. The Minister of Magic and the Headmaster were far away from her. They would finish their homework now.

Charles picked up a beef nugget, looked at it, and then looked at Hermione.

Before he could ask questions, Hermione picked up her wand and glared at the guy, telling him with her eyes that he would be dead if he dared to throw the beef cubes over.

Charles murmured in a low voice: "It would be cuter if I had ears like you and Crookshanks, and even better if I had a tail."

After he muttered, he immediately leaned back, and a magic spell passed by and hit the chair behind him. The chair immediately spun like the blades of the largest electric fan.

Hermione asked Charles: "Did you let Miss Delacour grow cat ears?"

Charles nodded. Gabrielle and Fleur's howls were very cute and received unanimous praise from everyone.

That came from Merlin's trial. He bought the spell from Dumbledore for one hundred thousand galleons, and he is now very proficient in it.

Unlike the animal costumes used in Halloween, which have a very low synchronization rate with the body, the ears and tails grown by this spell look like they really belong to you.

Hermione was frightened. She only knew that Fleur had Veela blood, but she didn't have a deep understanding of Veela. She didn't understand the Veela family's acceptance of foreign mothers.

There were also Erica Rabbit and Marlene Wong, but Charles didn't mention them so as not to scare Hermione.

"Let me ask you something." Charles recalled what happened during Merlin's trial. "What kind of spell did Merlin choose?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and asked with a smirk, "Do you want to try it?"

Charles shook his head. This girl was really good at teasing people. Fred and George were not necessarily rivals.

"It's okay." Hermione picked up the wand, "You also know that I have always abided by the school rules and will not cast a curse on you. That is a curse that all girls like."

Charles looked "haha" and said, "Forget it, you haven't violated many school rules. In the first grade, you almost sent Snape to heaven."

When her refusal failed, Hermione picked up her wand and cast a spell.

Charles was very proficient in the Iron Armor Charm, and the pink spell bounced back to Hermione after hitting him.

"Wow!" Charles' eyes lit up after seeing the effect of the spell. "How much does this spell cost?"

Hermione, wearing a pink Lolita dress, pouted and said, "One thousand pounds!"

Charles immediately paid.

He could tell that this spell was not an ordinary transformation spell. Hermione was a top student and couldn't transform into such an exquisite little skirt.

The moment Hermione took the money, the skirt exploded into a cloud of smoke and transformed back into her previous robe.

"Time limit." Hermione put the money into her bag. "The spell will expire after twelve o'clock every night."

Charles blinked and said with a smile: "I knew that the Pied Piper had a prototype before, but I didn't expect that Cinderella also had a prototype. Maybe the king's new clothes are some kind of confusion spell."

Hermione looked at him for a while and said, "Do you want to find the magic mirror in Snow White and ask who the most beautiful woman in the world is."

Charles shrugged and said: "Anyway, the answer is not you. I want to ask who can solve the problems encountered in achieving controllable nuclear fusion."

After he finished speaking, the robe he wore turned into a black gothic lolita style skirt.

Hermione was casting a spell under the long table just now, but Charles didn't see it.

"It's time to go to bed." Charles stood up nonchalantly, "You are so comfortable and can sleep until you wake up naturally."

Hermione immediately asked him: "Do you know anything?"

Charles smiled and told her: "I don't know everything, I only know what I know."

It’s not like I haven’t played Time Turner before.

He originally wanted to borrow it for fun, but just now Dumbledore wanted him to work more, and maybe the condition for borrowing it for fun was to work overtime, so he decided against it.

"Right." Charles remembered something, sat back at the long table, asked Hermione for paper and pen, and drew a map.

The room Dumbledore gave him had never been taken back, and it remained empty.

"There is an empty room here." Charles pushed the map in front of Hermione. "If you are tired, you can go there and have a good rest."

Hermione was certain that he knew about the time-turner she was using.