Harder Aurora

Anna grabbed an owl and walked towards the long table in Slytherin, and unexpectedly found that the order of the seats was strangely different. Platinum-blond hair was sitting in the front row from the end of the original first-year area, with Isabel and Dominic sitting next to them, The opposite side was empty, and Connor Stock sat at the end.

"Professor Bubbaji." Charles leaned on Dominic's shoulder and smiled lazily.

Sensitively, Anna noticed that no Slytherin students rolled their eyes at her this time, "Oh, look carefully," Anna put the innocent owl on the table, and Anna took out a piece of parchment again, "Look, this is A piece of parchment, rolled up, tied to an owl's foot, understand?"

"What do you mean?" Charles asked.

"What do you mean?" Anna screamed, and the voice was so loud that everyone in the auditorium looked around curiously, "I mean! Have you learned how to use an owl? You just need to write on parchment and tie it to the owl's feet, Then your parents will get what you need!"

Charles narrowed his eyes, tilted his head and smiled, "Why do you have the illusion that the birds can enter father's company or mother's office?"

Anna opened her mouth, speechless, and said after a while, "Then what about the house with the huge swimming pool?", Anna almost growled.

"Reporters will take pictures. With all due respect, there are probably more reporters wandering around my house than the entire wizarding world combined."

Isabel laughed and looked at Anna provocatively.

"Merlin," Anna stomped bitterly, and took out several boxes of beautifully packaged chocolates, "I will sue Mr. Walker." She threatened.

"He's had more complaints than this owl has," Charles said.

"Puchi" Isabel covered her mouth, and the Slytherins couldn't help laughing.

Anna flushed with anger, and left angrily.

"Merlin, it's so fun, maybe I'll take Muggle Studies as an elective." Dominic laughed out of breath.

Charles held his head and said suddenly, "Stoke, why don't you sit here?"

The long table fell silent again, and they all looked at the boy sitting at the back. He looked very thin, and the corners of his eyes were a little innocently drooping. He raised his eyelashes, and his blue eyes looked at Charles.

He picked up his schoolbag, walked to the empty seat in front of Charles and sat down silently, "Walker, I don't regret it." He said with half-cast eyes.

"Did I ever tell you that I was angry? Do you want to eat chocolate?" Charles smiled and opened a box of chocolates, picked a piece and handed it to him.

Connor looked at the white hand in silence for a while before taking the chocolate and putting it in his mouth.

The chat at the long table of Slytherin resumed, and Charles directly divided the whole box.

Isabel took one and asked, "The one with the red ribbon is for Potter?"

"Will he accept it?" Riley Greenglass asked.

"Who knows." Charles shrugged and continued eating his lunch.

James lay in the infirmary for a day, and the ribs grew, with Albus and Ginny in the infirmary.

"Walker made you like this?" Ginny asked in disbelief.

James nodded gloomily, "Isn't he a Muggle? How could he put you down in the first year?" Ginny was shocked, and Albus couldn't help but leaned on Ginny and smiled.

"Obviously it was a mutated little poisonous snake, and now I suspect that Alice was also responsible for it." James hummed aggrievedly.

"You asked Alice, and she said she was in pain all over, and didn't say anything about anyone else," said Albus.

"Drink your medicine quickly, or you will miss tomorrow's flying lesson." Ginny said pretending to be serious.

Gryffindor and Slytherin took the flying class together again. James suspected that this was the bad taste of Principal McGonagall, because he knew that the two colleges would always quarrel, and deliberately created opportunities for them to "communicate".

"Alan, your sister and Walker are talking." Amber narrowed her eyes and said to Alan Field.

"Is she your sister?" James sat on the lawn and said lazily.

Alan Field sat down together helplessly, "Mom and Dad didn't expect that I would come to Gryffindor."

"Alan!" Isabel yelled from a distance, she walked half a step behind Charles, and the other Slytherins followed behind to the Quidditch pitch.

"Walker got that spot by beating you, James," Ewan Bird said, crossing his arms.

James rolled his eyes, "I won't be sure next time."

The Field brothers and sisters walked aside to chat together, Charles just took Slytherin and sat away from Gryffindor, and when he saw Ginny appearing with a broom, he walked over with a chocolate tied with a red ribbon , The Slytherins all looked optimistic.

"Potter," the platinum-blond hair fell limply, with a few strands covering his emerald green eyes, "this is an apology to you." He said and handed James his hands.

"Go away, Walker." Amber hissed, James didn't even look at him, and lay down lazily.

"James!" Ginny called sharply.

James seemed to have been stabbed, and immediately stood up, "Mom."

"Professor, this is a sincere apology for accidentally hurting James in Defense Against the Dark Arts." Charles said softly to Ginny, his eyes drooping in grievance.

Ginny finally understood why Anna Bubbaji enjoyed it so much. If she hadn't been ridiculously similar to that person, she would probably have melted too.She raised her eyebrows and looked at James with displeasure, "Your politeness."

James twisted his lips, and reluctantly accepted, "Thank you." He muttered quickly, and gave him a hard look.

"Okay, let's start class, everyone stand next to your brooms." Ginny nodded in satisfaction, and then shouted.

Charles sneered happily at James, they all knew who was bowing their heads this time.

"Baby Potter," Connor murmured as he passed James, who was so mad that he would have cast a spell if Ginny wasn't around.

Charles looked at the broom in disgust, "Professor, is this really for riding?"

"Yes, Walker, but I can understand that you've never seen a broom," James said.

"Oh, obviously I'm not crazy about sticks," said Charles.

Several people couldn't help laughing loudly, and James realized the insult in this sentence, and his face flushed with anger.

"That's enough, stop the stupid bickering, if you don't want to break your neck," Ginny called. "Now, hold out your right hand and summon your brooms."

James succeeded at once. Ginny and Harry played Quidditch with their twins in the garden since they were young. Ginny even agreed to James and Albus trying to join the Quidditch academy team in the first grade, but to her surprise, Walker also succeeded immediately, if it wasn't for the obvious disgust on his face.Ginny's stomach twisted uncomfortably. Harry saw the boy in Diagon Alley that day, and after that, he lost his mind, said goodbye to her in a hurry, and returned to the Ministry of Magic.

Without waiting for Ginny's order, James flew up on his own. He flew to more than ten meters, circling in circles above the court.

Others also tried to control the broom, and most of them could levitate a little. Ginny found that Walker was just standing there with the broom, and had no intention of riding it.

"Mr. Walker, is there a question?" Ginny asked.

"I'm afraid of heights, Professor." Charles frowned.

"Then try to levitate at a low level, and fly so high without a single attempt." Ginny hesitated.

Charles could only step up cautiously, kicking his legs.

"Ah—" The speed of the accident was beyond Ginny's imagination. As soon as the blond Slytherin stepped on the broom, the broom took off at an astonishing speed and flew out of the field in the blink of an eye.

The students screamed, and Ginny froze for a moment in horror before she stepped on the broom and chased after her, "James! Get down! Everyone else, go back to the castle!"

Charles was completely collapsed, holding on to the wooden pole with all his strength, leaning over against the broom, trying not to faint. As for where the broom was going to fly, he had no damn idea at all.

The broom suddenly swooped down, and Charles was ashamed. Unfortunately, he didn't write a will, and he never thought that his life would be so short.

"Walker! Hold tight! Try if you can pull up the pole!" Ginny's voice came from far behind.

No, little red-haired weasel, he won't even move when he dies.Wait, weasel?

Charles' pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinprick, and he exerted force in a daze to pull the broom into a level flight state, then let go unconsciously, and fell in the strong wind.

He dimly saw that besides the rapidly shrinking broom, there was also the seemingly eternal sky.Then he fell heavily on the water, surrounded by the icy lake water like a mother's womb.

Green, Charles thought before passing out.

"Have you heard? Potter became Seeker." Who was talking, it was noisy.

"Which Potter?" Which one could it be, not Scarhead.

"Both of them, to be able to become a Seeker in the first grade, who knows if it's 'recommended' by Ginny Weasley Potter." What do you mean, the red-haired weasel is not a Potter.

"Isn't their savior father like this back then? It is said that when he was the Gryffindor Seeker, none of the other academy's Seekers could match him." powerful.

"Why isn't Charles awake yet?" Yes, I'm Charles, who is Scarhead?

"Falling into the Black Lake from hundreds of feet, Madam Pomfrey said it's a miracle she didn't die." Black Lake...

"I heard that Mr. and Mrs. Walker are very angry and have filed a complaint through the United States Department of Magic." ...humble Mudblood...

"The Daily Prophet went straight to the front page, 'Mrs. Savior kills Muggle students, US Ministry of Magic strongly intervenes." ...Saviour...kills...

"This topic is really exciting, and it looks like Malfoy's handwriting."...Despicable...Traitor...

"Charles is about to wake up, I'll call Madam Pomfrey, Connor, you stay here and watch." Stop talking, it's so noisy, it's such a headache...

Charles opened his eyes suddenly, stared blankly at the top of the ancient ceiling of the Medical Center for a while, and then slowly shifted his gaze to other places, and found a circle of Slytherins sitting beside the bed, with a copy of the Daily Prophet spread out at the end of the bed.

"You can go back to class, Mr. Walker will be fine." Pomfrey who rushed over did a few checks, and drove Connor and Dominic away, "Just let him sleep one more night. "

"What's wrong with me?" Charles' voice was hoarse, his throat was tight due to lack of water, and he was very uncomfortable.The most uncomfortable thing was the head, dizzy and painful, as heavy as if it had been stuffed with an iron block.

"Poor child, you have been in a coma for 4 days, concussion, multiple fractures, rest well, and you will be alive and kicking tomorrow." Pomfrey comforted lovingly.

In the middle of the night, Charles woke up again from the nightmare that he couldn't remember the content, and then he was horrified to find a boy with black hair and green eyes standing on the bed.

Ghosts in the wizarding world have no color, so this must be a human.He closed his eyes and opened them again, trying to make out the troubled face of the boy, who was biting his lower lip nervously.

"...which Potter are you?" Charles asked.

I don't know which Potter blinked in surprise, "That Potter of Gryffindor."

"What's the matter, don't you know that standing in someone else's bed in the middle of the night is a terrible thing?"

James seemed to want to laugh, but twisted his lips and pressed down, "...I have something to ask you."

Charles frowned, half sitting up in confusion.

"Your parents put a lot of pressure on you...my mom has been suspended...can you—" James said bravely.

"Can you withdraw the complaint?" Charles sneered, "Why, I'm still waiting for medical treatment."

Just as James was about to say something, the door of the medical bay was carefully pushed open, and another Potter came in with a roll of old parchment in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Albus asked softly.

"Your brother is begging me to withdraw the complaint against Professor Weasley." Charles leaned lazily on the pillow, took a sip of the water next to him.

Albus took his brother's hand, sighed, and looked at the people on the hospital bed, "So, is there any possibility of James' request being accepted?"

"Reason?" Charles sneered. "Given that I'm still lying here, is there any reason for your request?"

Albus pulled James behind him, and said calmly, "This accident was mainly caused by the school's broom getting out of control, and my mother did nothing wrong from the beginning to the end."

"Why don't you check the broom?"

Albus opened his mouth slightly, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"I promise not to trouble you in the future." James whispered with red eyes.

"You can't trouble me." Charles said coldly.

Albus closed his eyes and took James' palm, "Forget it, mother has already got an invitation from the British team."

James tugged his hand back and screamed "Mom can't go to the team!" Charles squinted in amusement.

"You understand," Albus whispered.

"I don't understand!" James shoved Albus sharply and ran away.

"It's really interesting. It seems that the professor doesn't particularly miss this position?" Charles raised his eyebrows.

"None of your business, Mr. Walker," said Albus.

"You came to beg me, and now you say it has nothing to do with me, and I don't know how to write to my parents." Charles smiled, and Albus opened his eyes wide, "How about you make this decision? You decide Ginny .Weasley Potter to stay or go." Charles raised his knees and looked at Albus with his knees crossed.

"Nod, or shake your head."