A day at Hogwarts

Unknowingly, Charles discovered that a "node" in "memory" had arrived, and it was the pumpkin on the dining table that reminded him of the arrival of this node.

He looked at Ron, who was wolfing down, and at Hermione, who was eating breakfast while reading a book, and thought that the two children would not be fighting.

In the Charms class, Professor Flitwick really started teaching everyone the Levitation Charm.

After Raffles had a round of flying around the room, Professor Flitwick divided the students into pairs for practice, gave everyone a feather, and said as he walked: "Okay, don't forget that we've been training That subtle wrist movement! Flick, remember, flick. The right spell is also very important - don't forget Wizard Baluffeo, he said 'f' instead of 's', Turns out I was lying on the floor, standing on my chest..."

"Boom!"

The first person in the class to let Yu leave the table was a student who was suspected to be from Africa, but the movement was a little louder.

Professor Flitwick saw that it was Seamus who shook his head helplessly, and continued, "A buffalo."

Charles looked at the half feather slowly floating down from the ceiling, shook his head and said, "I don't think it's a levitating spell."

Seamus asked him triumphantly, "You just said, did the feathers fly?"

Hermione, who was sitting in the front, was taken aback. She turned her head and said to Seamus seriously, "This is not the attitude of learning spells. If you don't take it seriously, you won't be able to learn it well."

Simo responded boringly: "Yes, yes, the fire was not as big as mine when the lawn was burned that day, so you need to be so narrow-minded, no one makes mistakes."

Hermione was pissed, and turned her head back after a "hum".

"Great!" Professor Flitwick's happy voice suddenly sounded, "Longbottom, you did such a perfect job, your grandma will be proud of you, three points for Gryffindor!"

In front of Neville, a feather floated steadily one meter above the table, and stopped there motionless, as if it was held by an invisible hand underneath.

Professor Flitwick asked Neville to give a demonstration on the podium, and he did a very standard job.

This was the first time he was able to demonstrate in class, his face was a little red with excitement, and he was a little fluttering when he returned to his seat.

Charles said to Seamus, "I'll practice the floating spell in a game like Flying Ball later, so don't cry when you lose to Neville."

Hearing that there was another game to play, Seamus became serious.

Charles corrected the details of his movements, asked him to exert less force and reduce the output power, so that the magic power could be controlled.

"Boom..."

Although the feather was blown up this time, it can be suspended at a palm height from the table, which looks decent.

In front of them, Ron waved his wand feebly: "Wingardim Leviosa..."

Feather lay quietly on the table without moving.

"Your gesture is wrong!" Hermione said to him immediately. "You swung too slowly and shook too little."

Ron has been undergoing physical training by Harry in the dormitory for the past few days. His arms are still sore, so it is a bit awkward to swing his stick. When she said this, he snapped back angrily and said a lot of "you can you do" and the like.

Hermione felt that her kindness was unrewarded, so she cast a spell with her wand angrily, and the feather slowly rose and floated in the air.

But Hermione was not praised by Professor Flitwick for this, because the professor watched carefully how Charles explained the movements and spells of the Levitating Charm to Seamus little by little, and emphasized which step to put away the magic power. It won't explode.

Simo felt that he understood, and cast a spell on the small half of the feather.

This time there was no explosion, the feather slowly floated up to the height of two fingers, and finally stopped there.

"Very good, very good!" Professor Flitwick said to Charles, "You have a deep understanding of the levitation spell, and if you work hard, you will soon be able to cast spells silently."

He paused and continued: "The levitation spell has a wide range of effects. There is an ancient school in magic combat, which is to cast a levitate spell on the enemy at the beginning, immobilizing the enemy in the air, and then attack calmly."

Boys were obviously more interested in this kind of thing, and Neville and Harry sitting in the back both stuck their heads out to listen to the fighting.

At this time Dumbledore suddenly appeared and called Charles away.

"I don't want to disturb your class either." Dumbledore said to Charles on the way back to the office, "but our Minister for Magic, Mr. Fudge, and Mr. Scamander, Director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, insist on seeing you now. It's something to have a merry Christmas."

Charles understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. The only thing the Ministry of Magic had to do with him was to arrest him and take him to Azkaban.

Fudge came with the director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, and the centaur liaison office was under the management of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures. If he didn't bring Aurors, it wouldn't be like arresting people and going to Azkaban.

"You are Charles Smith?" Fudge looked up and down the person Dumbledore said, "Do you really have a good relationship with the centaur?"

Mr. Scamander also said to Charles: "Mr. Smith, please explain the process of communicating with the centaur in detail, so that the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures can make a judgment on this matter."

Charles immediately said: "No problem, Your Excellency Minister, Your Excellency Director. I have known my horse friends for a while..."

He repeated the excuse of knowing the centaur, some of the trade between the two sides, and the threat of the acromant.

Technical matters were the responsibility of Chief Scamander, one of Newt Scamander's sons, with a special interest in Fantastic Beasts.

Charles also "remembered" that he was Luna's father-in-law.

Mr. Scamander can always catch some details that Charles is hiding, such as whether the centaur girl wears clothes or not.

"It's not good for a gentleman to ask such a question." Charles made a very angry look. "The horse people have different customs. We should treat them with a normal heart instead of looking at them with a dirty look!"

Mr. Scamander replied with some embarrassment: "I just want to make sure that you have actually met them."

Charles said to him: "If you still have any doubts, I can arrange for the Great Elder to meet with you."

Mr. Scamander shook his head immediately, as if he was a little afraid of seeing the First Elder, and secretly glanced at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore just looked at him with a half-smile, and Charles also understood that this leader was probably not a law-abiding student when he was at Hogwarts.

Mr. Scamander said to Fudge: "Your Excellency, I think Mr. Smith is capable of serving as the director of the Centaur Liaison Office. He may help the Ministry of Magic communicate better with the Centaur."

Fudge glanced at Dumbledore and said indifferently, "Okay, okay, that's the deal."

Then he said to Charles: "Mr. Scamander will notify you when the ministry has made a formal decision. You can recruit three assistants. Once you have found them, report them to the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control."

"The salary...is not low."

From Fudge's point of view, this is Dumbledore's use of the Ministry of Magic to gain sophistication, so just go through the process. Anyway, the Centaur Liaison Office has not done serious business for so many years.

But Mr. Scamander doesn't think so. He thinks that Charles's ability to establish a good relationship with the centaurs at a young age shows that he is a promising talent. After training, he might become an expert in the field of magical animals.

Fudge went back, but Mr. Scamander stayed on, and discussed with Charles a great deal about Fantastic Beasts until dinner was about to begin.