A day at Hogwarts

In the ward of the school infirmary, Dumbledore, Flitwick, and Charles were lying on their respective beds. They had just drank the potion prescribed by Madam Pomfrey.

Dumbledore held the parchment in the Chamber of Secrets with a very serious expression.

The parchment came into Flitwick's hands shortly after, and he studied it with equal earnestness.

"Not a word," said Flitwick, and returned the parchment to Charles.

Dumbledore also said: "I didn't see the words on it either."

Charles held the parchment and said, "I see words and pictures on it."

Just as he was about to read the above content, Dumbledore waved his wand, and a transparent cover that could see some refraction of light enveloped them.

Then Dumbledore and Flitwick heard Charles talking bible there: "Crap... blah blah blah..."

The two glanced at each other, and finally shook their heads together.

Dumbledore was fluent in many languages, but had never heard the kind Charles was speaking now.

Flitwick thought about it and said, "I think there's also a confusion spell on that parchment, making him think he's reading what's on it."

Dumbledore made sense.

Charles quickly noticed the abnormality of those two, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

Flitwick said to him: "What you read just now were all random and meaningless sounds. I see that there is also a confusion spell on this parchment. I don't want you to read it."

Charles thought that the magic was amazing, so he put the parchment aside, organized the language and said: "These are lightning-related spells. The first one is to cast a bolt of lightning. If there are other enemies next to the target, the lightning will It will jump between enemies. The second is to create a thundercloud on the enemy's head, and the lightning falling from the cloud can attack the enemy. The third is a bit strange, it stimulates the body with electric current, and improves the wizard's spell strength."

After hearing this, Dumbledore and Flitwick began to discuss. The first two spells sounded nothing special, but the third one was a bit rare. It was not the British style, but a common magic in the East.

After a while, Dumbledore said, "Charles, remember the metaphor I told you about magic and the teapot?"

After Charles nodded, Dumbledore continued: "The third kind of magic is like temporarily widening the spout of a teapot, so that the wizard can use more magic power at a time. I think you should have thought of it by now. Will be like Seamus Finnigan."

"If you are interested in learning it, learn it. It was placed in Hogwarts and you got it again. It should belong to you."

Charles was relieved after hearing what he said, and planned to start learning these spells soon.

At this time, he remembered something, and asked Dumbledore: "In Filch's... situation, could he be unable to use the spell because the teapot has no tea spout?"

However, Dumbledore's answer made Charles feel a little sad.

In the wizarding world, there is only indifference and discrimination towards squibs. No one studies the reasons for this phenomenon. Even Dumbledore doesn't know what squibs are.

At this time, someone came to the ward. It was a big deal for the principal to live in the school infirmary, so Professor McGonagall came to understand the situation immediately after receiving the notice.

"who are you?"

Professor McGonagall didn't recognize the three people on the hospital bed at first sight.

The three of them were severely shocked just now, and now they have an extra nose compared to Voldemort.

But this is not a big problem, it is good for wizards to sleep.

It's just that Charles "sleeped" in the school infirmary for three days and three nights, and was kicked out by the impatient Madam Pomfrey when his hair grew halfway.

In the evening, Charles and Filch went to the castle to clean up.

The day was uneventful, except that Peeves opened all the windows in a corridor, and the snow from outside drifted in. It took a while to clean it up. This time, no new secret room was created.

Charles was at work, Filch was cursing Peeves, and Mrs. Norris huddled at his feet.

After today's confinement was over, Filch returned to his office, ready to add some oil to the oil lamp, in preparation for tonight's patrol.

A candle was burning in a candlestick, and the flame flickered suddenly.

Filch didn't pay attention, opened the drawer and took out a funnel.

Under the candlelight, you can see a few books like "Simple Charms" in the drawer.

At this moment, Filch suddenly felt someone grabbing his cap.

Before he could react, he felt a strong electric current drill into his body from the top of his head, and there seemed to be countless bugs crawling in his body.

Not long after, these bugs all gathered into a powerful electric current, rampaging through the body.

Filch felt very uncomfortable, wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound.

At this time, a voice sounded in his ear: "Remember the path of the current, whether you can use magic depends on it."

Filch's mind went blank for an instant, and soon "can use magic" filled his whole brain.

The man's hand left his head shortly after, and Filch felt an electric current flow through his celestial cap.

The voice said: "Whether you can use magic depends on your next efforts. Remember, keep it secret."

Filch turned his head, saw that there was no one behind him, and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

At this time, the voice sounded at the door: "You can call me Lan Meng."

Filch sat on the chair and panted for a while, opened the bottom drawer of the table with trembling hands, hesitated for a moment, and took out a clean wand.

He took a deep breath and waved his wand, only to see a few small electric sparks appear at the tip of the wand.

At the same time, at the gate of Hogwarts, Dumbledore stood there with a serious expression.

Hogwarts has become Diagon Alley, anyone can come, is that okay?

Under the moonlight, a middle-aged man with white hair in a blue suit appeared in front of Dumbledore.

The man didn't look like a wizard, but a successful Londoner.

"Good evening, Lord Dumbledore." The man bowed slightly to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore asked, "Who are you, where are you from, and what are you here for?"

The man said sincerely: "I am very sorry that I did not inform you in advance of trespassing on your school. We have always kept a low profile. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, we did not notify you."

"Many years ago, a leader of our organization made friends with a professor who traveled to the East. At that time, we were about to face a very powerful enemy, and we were in danger of being destroyed. The leader gave a inheritance to the professor to bring back Hogwarts, so as not to cut off the inheritance."

"The leader fell in that catastrophe, leaving no words about the inheritance, leaving only a crystal plate. When someone gets the inheritance, he will use the secret language passed down from generation to generation between the leaders to inform."

"Many years have passed, and that inheritance is not important to us, but in order not to let it fall into the hands of evil people and damage Lanmeng's reputation, I came to see how this person's character is."

"Charles Smith's character is fair, and I am quite satisfied."

"When I was leaving, I occasionally saw someone in your school who had an empty treasure mountain and couldn't take it by himself. Our program has a 'help if you can', so I gave a little help to him."

Dumbledore didn't take out the Elder Wand after listening, and he couldn't see what he was thinking. After a while, he asked, "Do you know Rogers Steve?"

The man frowned slightly, and replied: "I have never heard of the person your Excellency said, but there is a man named Steve Rogers in Hydra, he is about the same age as you, but looks similar to me , I don’t know if you are talking about him.”

Dumbledore asked again: "What organization are they?"

The man replied: "We have had some contact with Hydra. Their history is more than a thousand years. The goal is to find wizards on other planets."

Dumbledore looked at him and asked again: "So what is your goal?"

The other party puffed up his chest and said proudly: "Everyone can use magic!"

Then he said apologetically, "I'm very sorry, the time is running out, and I'm going to fly to London. If you still have questions, I will make an official visit next time."

Dumbledore gave him a long look and stepped out of the way.