The unfortunate morning finally passed.
Charlie sat at the Hufflepuff long table, looking at the lavish lunch in front of him, feeling much better.
Harry and Ron also came over and sat beside him.
On their way, they had bonded with Justin and Ernie, launching an all-out attack on Snape.
The quickest way to get closer to classmates is to complain about a certain Professor together, and now they were all sitting together eating.
Charlie didn't join in; their words were simply too weak.
He opened the system interface to check his tyrant points.
[tyrant points: 678]
After this week, with daily sleeping in class, night strolls, blowing up Filch, and clashing with Snape, he had only accumulated these 678 tyrant points.
"System, start drawing," Charlie silently recited in his mind.
[Congratulations, Your Majesty! You have gained Incendio Spell proficiency +50!]
[Congratulations, Your Majesty! You have gained Stupefy Spell proficiency +45!]
[Congratulations, Your Majesty! You have gained Levitation Charm proficiency +30!]
[Congratulations, Your Majesty! You have gained the Perfect Draught of Living Death brewing recipe.]
[Congratulations, Your Majesty! You have gained Talent Point +1!]
...Charlie's eyes lit up; his luck was good this time.
The Incendio and Stupefy Spells had already reached the advanced stage of Level Two, and were almost at Level Three proficiency.
This basically reached the level of a Hogwarts graduate.
Once he reached Level Three, he could cast silently, and at Level Four, he could not only cast silently and wandlessly but also cast in Animagus form.
Most importantly, he had also drawn a long-awaited Talent Point.
As for the Draught of Living Death brewing recipe, he directly ignored it.
No matter how well he brewed it, that old bastard Snape would still find fault with him.
Charlie unhesitatingly added the Talent Point to Transfiguration; his original Level Nine Transfiguration talent immediately reached max level.
A wonderful feeling surged through him; Charlie felt his understanding of Transfiguration suddenly deepen considerably.
"What's going on?" Ron suddenly frowned, looking at his cutlery.
"Where's my fork? Why do I have two spoons?"
He held up the cutlery, looking confused.
Charlie glanced at it, casually pulled out his wand, and flicked it with ease.
One of the spoons in Ron's hand instantly transformed into a standard silver fork, complete with exquisite patterns.
"Merlin's toothbrush!" Ron's eyes widened as he carefully examined the fork.
"Charlie, you're too amazing, and it's only been a week since school started."
"Much better than certain know-it-alls who only lecture," Ron muttered softly.
Harry quickly nudged Ron's arm, signaling him to say less.
Although Hermione wasn't here, it wouldn't be good if these words got out.
But Charlie was shocked internally at this moment.
That simple casting just now actually added five points to his Transfiguration proficiency!
He hadn't needed much more proficiency to level up Transfiguration, and these five points directly raised his Transfiguration to Level Two.
This was the terrifying aspect of max-level talent.
Charlie had previously asked the system: Level One Transfiguration could only perform transformations between objects, such as a wooden stick turning into a silver needle, or a spoon into a fork.
Level Two Transfiguration could transform living creatures into objects, such as a rat into a snuffbox.
Level Three Transfiguration, like Level Three Spells, allowed for silent casting, and could also transform objects into living creatures, just like Professor McGonagall turning a table into a pig.
Level Four Transfiguration not only allowed for wandless casting but could also transform one living creature into another, which was more difficult than object-to-creature transformation because it involved the structure of two different creatures.
And Level Five Transfiguration could even achieve permanent transformation.
At this moment, Charlie's panel received another major update.
[Your Majesty: Charlie White]
[Age: 11 years old]
[magic Talent Rating: (Max Level 10)]
[Transfiguration: 10]
[Charms: 8]
[Potions: 6]
[Defense Against the Dark Arts: 7]
[Herbology: 4]
[Astronomy: 4]
[History of Magic: 5]
[tyrant points: 8]
[Mastered magic: Transfiguration (Level Two: 0/500), Incendio (Level Two: 450/500), Stupefy (Level Two: 470/500)...]
"Oh, right, Charlie," Harry suddenly spoke.
"We don't have classes this afternoon. I'm going to talk to Hagrid. Do you want to come along?"
Charlie thought for a moment, then shook his head: "You go ahead, I have other plans this afternoon."
He didn't want to go to Hagrid's Hut to drink tea and chat; that would be too boring.
Moreover, he was currently researching how to cause trouble and earn more tyrant points.
"Alright then."
Harry was a little disappointed but didn't insist.
After lunch, Harry and Ron enthusiastically walked towards Hagrid's Hut.
Charlie strolled alone on the lawn outside the Castle; Ernie and Justin had returned to their common room.
In September in the Scottish Highlands, sunlight streamed through the clouds, bathing the ancient walls of Hogwarts.
Charlie was thinking about where he could get another big wave of tyrant points.
Just then, he saw two familiar figures sneaking behind a large tree, secretly observing something.
"Fred, George, what are you doing?"
Charlie quietly walked over and patted them on the shoulders.
"Shh!" Both made a shushing gesture simultaneously, then pointed forward.
Charlie followed their gaze and saw a figure wrapped in a purple turban slowly pacing by the lake.
The person's walking posture was a bit strange, occasionally stopping to look left and right.
"Isn't that Professor Quirrell?" Charlie narrowed his eyes.
Quirrell was the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and logically, this class should teach some powerful Spells.
But this fellow stammered when he spoke, would just read from the textbook in class, and exuded a strong garlic smell that made Charlie unable to sleep peacefully.
That smell was simply, 'If one smells it in the morning, one may die in the evening, and it would be acceptable.'
"It's him," Fred said in a low voice.
"We think he's got a problem."
"What problem?" Charlie became interested.
George pointed at Quirrell's head.
"Look at that turban of his; he wears it all day, even when eating."
"Yeah," Fred interjected.
"When he used to teach Muggle Studies, he was quite normal. His hair was sparse, but at least presentable. Now he looks like an Arab sheikh."
Charlie stroked his chin, an idea forming in his mind.
"Don't you want to know what's under his turban?" Charlie deliberately prompted.
The three exchanged glances, all showing mischievous smiles.
"Got an idea?" Fred's eyes lit up.
"Of course." Charlie slung his arms over their shoulders, and the three heads huddled together.
"I have a plan..."
The three discussed some more details, and time unknowingly passed until evening.
As the sun set, the windows of the Castle lit up with warm lights.
"Oh no!" Charlie suddenly slapped his forehead.
"I almost forgot, Professor McGonagall wants me in her office tonight."
"What for?" George asked curiously.
"Because of what happened in Potion Class today."
"Then you should go. You can't be late for Professor McGonagall's meeting."
Charlie ran towards the Castle, instructing the two:
"The necessary props are up to you two."
"Don't worry."
Professor McGonagall's office was on the second floor, and Charlie jogged all the way.
Upon reaching the office door, he tidied his clothes, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door.