A day at Hogwarts

When Charles woke up, it was still dark, and there was a whistling wind outside the window.

He almost fell when he got out of bed to go to the bathroom, and the movement woke Madam Pomfrey in the next office.

Charles hadn't moved for a week, and his muscles were a little weak, during which time Madam Pomfrey fed him food through a tube.

"No problem." Madam Pomfrey also breathed a sigh of relief after the inspection, "I think you don't like this place, you can go back to the dormitory to rest if you are bored here, and walk around more these two days to recover your strength."

Charles thanked Mrs. Pomfrey and left the school infirmary. He found it too depressing.

Today is the weekend, the students basically sleep until they wake up naturally, and the breakfast in the cafeteria will be served late, the castle is quiet under the bright sky, only the students who don’t go home at night rush back to the dormitory to pretend that they came back last night The sound of footsteps.

Charles walked into the common room and was surprised to find someone here.

He went to the table in front of the fireplace and saw Hermione asleep on top of an open book, with a copy of Uncommon Magical Ailments next to it.

Charles felt warm. Although Hermione's father was a dentist, she herself was not interested in medicine.

Sleeping here for one night is not enough. Charles reached out and patted Hermione's shoulder. The little girl didn't respond, so he stretched out his hand and scratched her head. As a result, the girl snorted comfortably and slept more soundly , and started snoring.

In the end, the hand knife worked.

"Woo... ah?!"

Hermione sat up straight in a daze, looked around, and found that her neck hurt a little.

As she rubbed it, she thought, why did she dream that she was being scratched by someone just now, and she even dreamed of being hit on the head by Charles with a hand knife.

The next moment, Hermione jumped up like a frightened cat, but was held down immediately.

"Don't move!" Charles said softly behind her, "Really, I fell asleep on the table again, and my neck hurts again."

As he spoke, he massaged Hermione's neck skillfully.

This girl has often sat motionless with her book in her arms since she was a child, just like people holding their mobile phones twenty years later, she often finds her neck hurts after reading a book.

Hermione asked Charles happily, "When did you wake up?"

Charles said strangely: "I woke up last night, didn't Harry tell you?"

Hermione thought for a while, and said thoughtfully, "Harry seemed to have said something to me last night, but he didn't pay attention."

Seeing that the stiff muscles in the back of her neck had loosened, Charles said to her, "It's almost dawn, go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while, I'll just go to the game after getting up later."

Hermione stretched her neck after standing up, remembered something, and said to Charles: "Snape is the referee for today's match, and he might hurt Harry, just like the last match."

Charles helped her tidy up the books on the table, stuffed them into her arms and said, "Don't worry, if you win today's game, Gryffindor will win the first championship in seven years, you said Dumbledore Might the Professor and Professor McGonagall not be watching?"

Hermione thought about it, she was right, Dumbledore and McGonagall would definitely go to the scene of such an important match, if Snape dared to make trouble, there would be no good results.

Charles drove Hermione back to bed and went back to the dormitory by himself. As soon as he entered the door, he heard Seamus still snoring.

It's just that this time the cage sleep was interrupted after eight o'clock in the morning. Wood called Harry next door to get up, and it turned out that he could hear it here too.

Today's Quidditch game is very important, and Charles will also go to watch it, but the game started at 11:30, and he came to Greenhouse No. 2 first.

Now Greenhouse No. 2 is full of vitality and everything is competing to grow. The Chinese cabbage that is as big as a lantern has matured, and the reddish orange color looks very festive, but it is a bit noisy when you start grinding your teeth early in the morning.

Professor Sprout came here earlier than Charles and was fertilizing the Chinese cabbage. When he saw Charles coming over, he hurriedly asked how he was doing.

After exchanging pleasantries, Charles asked Professor Sprout: "Professor, why don't you go to the Quidditch match?"

Professor Sprout said gloomily: "Our Cedric has been training for the Potions Tournament recently, and he has no time to train. Today's game is nothing to watch."

Instead of talking about Quidditch, she asked Charles, "How many Chinese bite kale can you fit in your pouch?"

Charles pointed to all the cabbages in the greenhouse and replied, "You can put them all in."

Professor Sprout nodded and said, "That's right, you come and take half of it before departure tomorrow morning, and we borrowed Mr. Scamander's box for the other half."

Charles asked in surprise: "Bring so much, do you want to make a food reserve?"

The young leaves of Chinese biting cabbage are quite good when made into salads. If the leaves are old and the fiber inside is clogged, don’t ask him why he knows, just ask that there is a heat stroke.

Professor Sprout said proudly: "You don't know that, they are used in battle."

Charles blinked, and a picture appeared in his mind. A group of Death Eaters rushed towards him, and a piece of Chinese kale flew out with a lift of his hand. Finally, there was one hanging on Voldemort's head. It was quite touching.

The two were chatting, and after a while, the voice on the Quidditch field became louder and louder.

Professor Sprout asked Charles: "Aren't you going to the game?"

Charles is watering the branches of the glowing plants he brought back. They have all sprouted and can be planted in the ground when the weather warms up.

While busy, he said, "I'll stay with you."

Today was the championship match of Gryffindor College. Hufflepuff College became a stepping stone. Professor Sprout would not be happy as the dean. Charles felt that running like this would make the professor sad, so he stayed.

Professor Sprout laughed, and said with a smile: "You kid, like Felius, takes other people's feelings very seriously."

Charles raised his brows, instinctively told himself that there was gossip, and asked curiously: "Professor Sprout, is Professor Flitwick very good at taking care of people?"

Professor Sprout smiled and said, "Felius was like this before, and he took care of me to make me fatter in those two years."

Charles instantly entered the gossip mode. Isn't this more powerful than a Quidditch champion?

Professor Sprout shook his head with a smile and said: "What a curious young man, actually it's nothing. Minerva also knows that Felius was my boyfriend when I was studying at Hogwarts, but later We broke up."

Charles looked at Professor Sprout in surprise, waiting for further revelations. Who would have thought that there would be such a big melon among the deans of Hogwarts. He only knew that the two professors were in Hogwarts when they were studying There is an overlap of two years.

But Professor Sprout didn't say much, just said that the two of them broke up peacefully because of their different ambitions, and they were still friends in the future. Now that everyone has their own families, the previous things will naturally go with the wind.

Then Professor Sprout also began to gossip: "Charles, do you have a girl you like?"

Charles replied with a smirk: "I focus on my studies now."