Charlie had been enjoying himself quite a bit these days, with night strolls and adventures.
The only problem was, he hadn't done a single piece of homework.
He always had to copy Ernie's homework, which left Ernie quite puzzled.
"Charlie, homework is a piece of cake for you, why do you still copy it?"
Ernie asked, confused, as he handed over the Potions homework.
Charlie replied righteously.
"How can I waste precious time on homework?"
[Your Majesty neglects state affairs and indulges in pleasure, tyrant points +1]
The key was the tyrant points. No studying = tyrant points, tyrant points = magic ability, magic ability = studying.
Therefore, no studying = studying.
Fortunately, Charlie was in Hufflepuff. If he had said these words in the Gryffindor common room, a certain Professor would have nagged him to death.
Ernie sighed:
"How about this, I can directly help you write your homework, but I hope you can guide me with my Spell and Transfiguration."
Charlie's eyes lit up.
"Deal!"
This deal couldn't be more cost-effective.
The Spells given by the system could not only be cast directly, but all the knowledge points were also memorized, making it more than enough to guide Ernie.
In the following days, Charlie lived an even more comfortable life.
Every morning he woke up to a sumptuous breakfast prepared by Billy, his homework was done by Ernie, he continued to sleep in class, and after class, he would go on adventures with The Twins.
The only thing that annoyed him was that the place guarded by the Cerberus was completely inaccessible.
Even the Weasley Brothers didn't know if there was a secret passage to get in.
"Dumbledore must have cast special protective Spells on that place," Fred analyzed.
"Otherwise, he wouldn't have a Cerberus guarding the door," George added.
Harry also told him that what was hidden underground was something Hagrid had brought back from Gringotts.
"Someone even broke into Gringotts trying to steal it, but luckily Hagrid and I were one step ahead, so that person didn't succeed."
Harry said mysteriously.
It wasn't until the eve of Halloween that Charlie was organizing Potions ingredients in Snape's office.
Don't ask why, but during class, he fooled Seamus of Gryffindor into blowing up a Potion.
As a result, Snape was covered in boils, and in a fit of rage, Snape gave Charlie two months of detention.
Now Charlie had detention with Professor McGonagall on Wednesdays and Fridays, and with Snape on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Charlie was helpless; his detention schedule was fuller than a concert.
He just needed to see who Monday belonged to to complete a grand slam.
Snape stood in front of a pile of messy Potions ingredients, looking at Charlie with cold eyes.
"Sort and organize all these Potions ingredients," he said in his characteristic icy tone.
"Powdered Unicorn horn, basilisk fangs, Mandrake roots, each must be separated by year and quality."
Charlie glanced at the mountain of Potions ingredients and cursed inwardly.
How long would this take to organize?
"Professor, tonight is the Halloween feast," Charlie tried to bargain.
"Could we..."
"Then you'd better hurry up," Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"If you don't finish organizing, don't even think about eating."
With that, he gracefully walked to his desk and sat down, picking up a copy of The Daily Prophet to read.
His dark eyes occasionally darted towards Charlie, making sure the boy wasn't slacking off.
Charlie gritted his teeth and began sorting the Potions ingredients.
Ever since he drew various Potion recipes, he had always been able to brew perfect Potions in Snape's class.
This left Snape with no reason to deduct points, so he could only torment him in this way.
Time passed minute by minute, and the sky outside gradually darkened.
Charlie's stomach began to rumble, and he secretly looked at Snape.
The old bat was still pretending to read the newspaper, but in reality, he was constantly monitoring him.
Just then, Snape's stomach also rumbled uncooperatively.
The office instantly became awkwardly silent.
A flicker of unnaturalness crossed Snape's face. He put down the newspaper and cleared his throat.
"I'm going to the feast," he stood up, his black robes billowing.
"If I come back and find you haven't finished organizing..."
"I'll turn you into a toad and then brew you into a Potion."
Charlie pouted, thinking, 'He's trying to scare a child with that.'
Snape narrowed his eyes, gave Charlie a dangerous look, and then strode out of the office.
The moment the door closed, Charlie immediately stood up and clapped his hands.
"Organize my big butt!"
He stretched his limbs, ready to sneak away.
However, the feast was probably almost over by now, so there was no point in going.
"Billy!" Charlie called softly.
With a pop, the House-elf appeared in the office.
"Mr. White, what do you need?"
Billy asked respectfully.
"Get me something delicious, I'm starving."
Charlie rubbed his stomach.
Billy disappeared immediately, and in less than a minute, he returned with a large platter of food.
Roast chicken legs, pumpkin pie, butterbeer—everything imaginable.
Charlie carried the food to the window and sat on the wide windowsill.
Outside, countless stars twinkled, and moonlight spilled onto the towers of Hogwarts, unbelievably beautiful.
"Now this is living."
Charlie bit into a chicken leg, his mood joyful.
[Your Majesty neglects state affairs and indulges in pleasure, tyrant points +1]
On the other side, Snape hurried to the Great Hall.
The Halloween feast was already halfway through, and the long tables were laden with all sorts of delicacies.
Giant pumpkin lanterns floated in the air, and bats flew around the ceiling.
"Severus, why are you so late?" Professor McGonagall asked, surprised to see him.
"Studying Potions," Snape replied curtly, walking to the faculty table and sitting down.
Professor Flitwick said with a chuckle, "Severus is always so dedicated."
"Workaholic," Professor Sprout shook her head.
"You should relax occasionally."
Snape didn't respond, just silently ate the food on his plate.
The Professors didn't mind; Snape had always been like this, as if his wife had died.
The Great Hall was bustling with excitement, and students eagerly enjoyed the festive atmosphere.
Laughter echoed from the Gryffindor side, and Hufflepuff students were competing to see who could eat more.
Snape quickly finished eating. He put down his cutlery, preparing to leave.
Just then, the doors of the Great Hall suddenly burst open.
Quirrell stumbled in, his face pale, his purple turban askew.
"Troll!" he shouted at Dumbledore, his voice filled with terror.
"There's a Troll in the dungeons!"
"I thought you knew."
With that, he collapsed straight to the ground, unconscious.
The Great Hall instantly erupted into chaos, and students screamed in terror.
"Is it real? How could a Troll get into the school?"
"But a Professor said it."
"It's just Quirrell, maybe he mistook a House-elf for a Troll."
"Silence!"
Dumbledore stood up and tapped his goblet with his wand.
Purple fireworks shot from the tip of his wand, blossoming in the air.
The Great Hall gradually quieted down.
"prefects, immediately lead the students of your respective Houses back to your dormitories," Dumbledore's voice was calm but carried undeniable authority.
"Teachers, follow me."
The students left in an orderly fashion under the guidance of the prefects, but a tense atmosphere still permeated the air.
Snape frowned.
How could a Troll suddenly appear at Hogwarts? Who let it in?
"Severus, go check the fourth floor," Dumbledore walked over and said in a low voice.
"Make sure there are no problems there."
Snape nodded, understanding Dumbledore's meaning.
The Philosopher's Stone was hidden in the Chamber of Secrets on the fourth floor, and its safety had to be ensured.
He quickly left the Great Hall, his black robes billowing behind him.