A day at Hogwarts

Seamus babbled throughout the dinner time, until he returned to the common room to do homework with everyone with a sad face. The spell that could kill dragons couldn't do the homework, so the homework was much more powerful than the dragon.

At this time, Charles was in Professor McGonagall's office, receiving half an hour of non-stop lectures on not throwing magic around.

"Gryffindor will be deducted 5 points for this." Professor McGonagall said seriously, "This is a very serious mistake, and I hope you will not make it again."

Charles immediately nodded in agreement.

Professor McGonagall continued to say to him: "You still have to accept one month's confinement. After Quirrell knew about it, he asked you to come to him every night from 7:30 to 8:30, and I agreed."

Charles was dumbfounded for a moment, what is the situation, Voldemort is going to attack him?

But he doesn't need to worry too much if he thinks about it. Now Voldemort still needs to drink unicorn blood to replenish his magic power, so he can't do anything to himself for the time being.

However, the schedule for the next month needs to be adjusted. I can't take care of the flowers and plants at night, so I have to sacrifice a little lunch break.

Professor McGonagall finished training Charles, then put a long, large wooden box on the table, and said to him slightly: "Mrs. Hooch thinks you can use a broomstick very well. You can use your own broom now."

A bright smile appeared on Charles's face, and he immediately opened the wooden box, and a beautiful flying broom appeared in front of his eyes.

This broom is made of a kind of purple-black wood, and it is actually inlaid with dark red pattern lines, not only on the broomstick, but also on the broomsticks.

"Every time I see it, I feel incredible!" Professor McGonagall sighed, "The seamless inlay of two kinds of wood is an unprecedented technology, and I don't know where it was made."

Charles said: "Grandpa likes to run to Diagon Alley after he found a way to go there, and also likes to chat with Ollivander, probably from him."

After finishing speaking, he first cast the cleaning spell on his hands three times, and then picked up the broom carefully, and it shook a little when he first started.

"A rebellious broom," sighed Professor McGonagall. "If you can't handle it and tame it, it's no better than a school broom."

Charles thought to himself, so the vice principal also knows that the brooms in the school are broken.

He carefully observed the broom, the smooth broomstick, much longer than the school ones, the neat broomsticks, the heavy feel, and after a while, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, because the top of the pole was written with the name of the broom on the inlaid red wood—— EYJAFJALLA.

There was an instruction manual in the box, and Charles read it carefully, his face darkened as he read it.

This broom...has a marquee, and the tail can spray "flames". The faster it flies, the more it sprays. When it reaches the maximum speed, it will be like a volcanic eruption. The special effects are first-class.

While reading, Charles discovered that the broom had other functions.

He removed the upper layer of the box. In addition to the maintenance tools, the lower layer also had a long shelf, which could hang a lot of luggage after being fixed on the top of the broomstick.

"Well..." Charles thought for a moment, "It's very suitable for travel."

Professor McGonagall just laughed, such designs are rare.

Charles was eager to try out his own broomstick, but not now, and Professor McGonagall sent him to Quirrell's office after giving him a list of books by Mrs. Hooch on DIY broomsticks.

At this time, the hustle and bustle of the day was gone in Hogwarts. Most of the students had already returned to the common rooms of their respective colleges. There were still many couples strolling outside. Charles ate a lot of dog food along the way.

There are some students returning from borrowing books from the library in the corridor. The first-year classmates will greet Charles and ask him if he has bad breath. Zhang can recognize it at a glance.

Finally arriving in front of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Charles took a few deep breaths and was ready to use the Avatar Rainbow at any time.

He knocked on the door, which opened by itself.

"Oh, Smith, you're here." Quirrell seemed to be pacing in the office just now.

He pointed to the table in the corner of the office and said, "You go and sit there. I heard about you from Professor McGonagall. You are such a daredevil. You actually cast a spell indiscriminately. Fortunately, it wasn't a curse, and it didn't cause any serious problems." s consequence."

"I happen to have a job here that can let you know how serious this behavior is."

Charles asked cautiously: "Professor, this is not a difficult job, is it?"

He was a little worried that Quirrell would "biu" a few evil spells on himself later, calling it a teaching material for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

This is because he looks down on Voldemort too much. Although the Dark Lord has no brains in the physical sense and only has a face left, he is not indecisive and only knows Avada.

"It's not difficult," Quirrell replied, pointing to the books on the table, "just help me find some contents of the spell in the books."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief and just copied the book.

Quirrell gave him a form, on which were some curses that could be used to enter Azkaban, and asked him to find out the functions, casting methods, and defense methods of these spells from the book.

The reference book next to him, Lao Gao, Lao Gao, was a little worried that it would collapse and hit someone. It contained "Powerful Potion", "Toxic Magic", "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic", etc., all of which were in the restricted section of the library.

Charles was punished for throwing spells indiscriminately. Asking him to copy the contents of these spells would allow him to understand the dangers of spells, teaching through punishment, and Dumbledore couldn't find anything wrong with it.

However, at that time, Quirrell and Dumbledore said that Charles should only copy the functions and defense methods of jinxes, which is exactly what Defense Against the Dark Arts should really teach.

When Charles began to work, he asked knowingly: "Professor, are these books all your treasures?"

Quirrell continued to pace back and forth there, and those who didn't know it thought that the professors at Hogwarts were doing some activities and needed to count their steps.

He replied casually: "These are all books in the restricted section of the library. I haven't read them before, but I can use them now. Students can't read the books there at will, and they need the professor's consent."

Then he said to Charles: "I suggest that you don't rush to find the spells, and read the contents of these books first, and it is best to copy them down, so that it will be much easier to find."

Charles was a little surprised, he didn't expect Quirrell to make reasonable suggestions.

But after thinking about it, he is a student of Ravenclaw anyway, and his foundation is not bad.

Charles started copying the catalog, and asked casually after a while: "Professor, why is the restricted area of ​​the library only blocked by a rope, so you are not afraid of someone sneaking in to read it?"

He has been wanting to complain about this for a long time. This kind of method is only against gentlemen, not villains. However, few people who want to peek at banned books are gentlemen.

Quirrell replied casually: "The Restricted Section has always been like this."

Charles said casually: "Could it not be the real restricted area, the real restricted area is in other places, where the legendary 130,000 magic books are stored, such as "St. "Book", "Solomon's Key", "Book of Cannibal Priests", "Book of the Dead" and the like...uh..."

He found that Quirrell walked across the desk, staring at himself with hollow eyes, and asked in a snake-like cold-blooded tone: "Where did you hear about this?"

Charles shrank his neck and meowed, which caused the two-hole socket to come out.