A day at Hogwarts

"Ron, cheer up!"

"Look at me, don't close your eyes!"

In Fred's arms, Ron said weakly, "Grandpa...are you here to pick me up..."

"No!" George held Ron's hand tightly.

Harry frowned, glanced at the bowl in his hand, and put a spoonful of it into his mouth out of trust in Charles with a trace of curiosity...

"Harry!"

"Hold on!"

Seamus and Neville shook the unconscious Savior differently.

Hermione glanced at the boys, shook her head and said, "Your performances are wonderful, but you can't fool me."

Some people used to say that the late-night snack made by Charles was terrible, but in the end they tricked others into not eating it, and finally finished it by themselves.

The same trick was useless against Hermione, after eating a tasty snack...

Before she fell into a coma, she struggled to write "The murderer is C" on the parchment with a quill.

"A play." Eleanor said angrily, "When did Charles poison anyone?"

That's what she said, but she checked the contents of the pot with the Scarpin Appearance Charm and found that there was no problem.

"Hmph, you can't fool me!" Eleanor smiled triumphantly, "It's so fragrant, it must be delicious!"

Twenty minutes later, Dumbledore arrived in the Gryffindor common room, accompanied by Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse.

Madam Pomfrey checked the students who fell on the long table one by one and said to Dumbledore in surprise, "None of them were poisoned."

Dumbledore frowned at the half pot left on the table, and called Snape over.

Snape arrived soon, and after carefully studying the contents of the pot, he turned to Charles with a question mark on his head, "How do you cook it?"

Charles scratched his head and said, "Just beat eggs, add milk and stir well, then add some salt, sugar, black pepper and a few herbs."

He mentioned the few kinds of herbal medicines, which are some commonly used herbal medicines with health care effects.

This time it was Snape's turn to be puzzled, and said to Dumbledore: "If he hadn't concealed it, these common herbs would not be poisonous when mixed together, and they are also good for the body, replenishing strength and energy."

Dumbledore looked at the row of students jumping on the table, and said solemnly: "I believe in Charles."

Snape said with a cold face: "Since that's the case, I can't explain the current situation with my shallow knowledge."

Dumbledore thought for a while, looked at the pot and said, "Let's try."

Snape hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

They scooped a bowl of fragrant supper from the pot, took a bite, and immediately rushed.

Dumbledore wrote with the last of his strength: "It's unpalatable!!"

The last exclamation point could not be finished.

Charles was scratching his head. Isn't it just a herbal baked egg made according to a recipe from another world? It's not that exaggerated, is it?

"It's really not very delicious!"

It was the next morning when Charles regained consciousness.

Fortunately, there is no delay in class.

It was all Potions class this morning, and the Gryffindor students were on tenterhooks.

Now all the people and ghosts in Hogwarts knew that not only did Charles cook down half of Gryffindor last night, but even the headmaster and Snape couldn't escape.

Harry was cautious when he walked into the Potions classroom, not because he was afraid of Snape, but because he was afraid that he would take the opportunity to lose his house points.

However, today Snape seemed to be absent-minded. He just hung up the flow chart of making the potion that Charles made last school year, explained the process of making the potion today, and then let the students do it, and sat behind the podium to think.

He really couldn't figure out why several kinds of common potions mixed together, after simple cooking, could make people lose consciousness just by the unpalatable taste, and it smelled delicious, making people very appetizing .

The Gryffindor students are relaxed, this is the happiest potion class they have ever had since they came to Hogwarts.

In the afternoon, Charles went to the library, looking for books on the Disarming Charm.

"Hello, Smith."

A girl from Slytherin greets Charles from among the bookshelves.

Charles responded politely: "Hello, Miss Greengrass."

Daphne Greengrass is a girl in his class, but she only knows that there is such a person, and she doesn't usually communicate with her.

Charles took down a book about dueling spells, and Daphne asked him curiously, "Do you want to learn dueling?"

"Yes." Charles nodded, "I'm afraid that one day Malfoy will open the Chamber of Secrets again and kill me."

It is now accepted by everyone that Malfoy is the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets, and when there is less homework, he will open the Chamber of Secrets and kill the non-pure blood wizards in Hogwarts.

Malfoy himself publicly denied this, and was secretly proud of it, so many people believed it.

Charles naturally scoffed at this statement, but it did not prevent him from contributing to the flames.

Daphne glanced at him, and said with some doubts: "You should be pure blood, there is nothing to worry about."

Charles replied lightly: "I picked it up from a trash can. I don't even know who my biological parents are."

Daphne pointed to the position between her eyebrows and said, "But you have magic wand lines here, from the top of the bridge of the nose to the hair, all the pure-blood wizards of our sacred twenty-eight tribes have them."

As she spoke, she frowned, and sure enough, there was a sky-reaching pattern on her forehead that the old British twenty-eight flags had.

Charles was speechless, and didn't want to say that it was the edge of his forehead that hit the door panel when he was a child.

He was too lazy to dwell on this kind of question, and asked after seeing the book in Daphne's hand, "Are you interested in unicorns?"

Daphne's face darkened instantly, and she whispered, "Let me study the blood of unicorns."

Charles thought for a while and said, "I remember that unicorn blood has the effect of increasing lifespan and lifting curses, but after drinking it, it will turn into a living dead."

The book said so, but in fact, Quirrell or Voldemort didn't change much after drinking the unicorn's blood. I don't know if it was a good cover-up or not enough dose.

Daphne obviously didn't want to continue on this topic, just echoed a few words, and then left.

Charles also continued to flip through the book, looking for content about the disarming spell.

When he helped Voldemort write the syllabus last school year, he had seen the relevant content of this spell, but the book was in the restricted area and could not be taken out.

It wasn't long before Charles found what he was looking for, and a spell in the same book caught his attention.

He thought about it, and it seemed that it could be used in a certain "story" that was about to come, even if it didn't need it, other people could use it in the future, so he decided to record it and ask Mrs. Hooch later.