"Hold my arm," Professor Flitwick reminded.
As Charlie grabbed him, that nauseating feeling of being stuffed into a tube returned.
It was better this time, perhaps because he was mentally prepared.
Back at the Leaky Cauldron, Professor Flitwick didn't rush back to Hogwarts but instead ordered two drinks at the bar.
Underage Young Wizards were forbidden to drink alcohol, so Professor Flitwick accompanied Charlie with a soft drink.
"Charlie, about Griph, he's actually not a bad person..." Professor Flitwick hesitated, as if wanting to say more.
Charlie waved his hand.
"Professor, you don't need to explain anything."
"Everyone has their own difficulties; I understand." Charlie took a sip of his drink; it was warm and comforting.
"But that doesn't mean I'll tolerate him insulting you."
Professor Flitwick's eyes were a little red.
"Thank you, Charlie."
"He is indeed my friend," Professor Flitwick sighed.
"However, after I became a Professor at Hogwarts, he became very dissatisfied with me."
"Actually, there are many Goblins like Griph," Professor Flitwick's voice was heavy.
"They are oppressed by Wizards, but they don't have the strength to resist, so they can only hide far away."
"And a small number of Goblins choose to retaliate by hunting Wizards."
Professor Flitwick suddenly turned around and looked at Charlie seriously.
"Remember, Mr. White, if you encounter such Goblins, run as far as you can."
Charlie nodded, not refuting.
"Professor, you are very popular among the students," Charlie said earnestly. "Everyone respects you very much."
Professor Flitwick's eyes were a little moist, and he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
"Then Charlie, can you stop sleeping in Charms Class?"
Charlie's smile instantly froze.
"Goodbye, Professor!"
He took off running, leaving Professor Flitwick behind, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was November.
This morning, Charlie looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window and exclaimed, "The Time flies like an arrow., Day and night."
Ernie next to him was bewildered.
"What the heck? Dead people are like your husband? They look alike day and night." Ernie's eyes widened.
"Where are the dead people? Do you have a husband?"
Charlie ignored him.
Lack of culture is truly terrifying.
Ernie still wanted to ask, but he was interrupted by the noise from the Gryffindor long table next door.
Malfoy was causing trouble again.
Neville's memory wasn't very good; whenever something was forgotten, his Remembrall would turn red to remind him.
Malfoy obviously wouldn't miss this opportunity to mock others, so he snatched the Remembrall and had Crabbe and Goyle block Neville.
"Longbottom, I don't think you should use this ball anymore."
Malfoy held the Remembrall high, his face full of malicious smiles.
"Anyway, you'll forget what it's reminding you of."
Neville wanted to be angry, but then he realized Malfoy seemed to be right.
So he blushed and stammered, "I'm already stupid, can you guys please stop teasing me?"
The surrounding Slytherin students burst into laughter.
Crabbe and Goyle even slapped the table, laughing so hard they were bent over.
Neville's eyes were red, but he didn't dare to resist, only lowering his head to endure the mockery.
At this moment, Harry stood up.
"Malfoy, aren't you bored? You always snatch Neville's Remembrall."
"Give the ball back to Neville."
Harry's voice was calm, but his eyes flashed with anger.
He couldn't tolerate anyone bullying his friend.
Malfoy sneered and held the Remembrall even higher.
"Mr. the savior is trying to show off again?"
His silver-grey eyes were full of malice.
"This time you don't have a broom, let's see what you'll do, Potter."
Earlier in Flying Class, he had also snatched Neville's Remembrall.
Harry stood up for Neville, riding his broom to try and get the ball back.
At that time, Harry's broom-riding skills really made Malfoy a little scared.
It was said that Harry had even joined the Quidditch team because of this, and in a few days, he would be able to play in the Quidditch match.
This made Malfoy insanely jealous.
Harry's eyes flashed with anger.
Ron also couldn't stand it and spoke up for Neville.
"Malfoy, is it fun to bully Neville like this every time?"
"Give him back the ball."
Malfoy scoffed.
"I won't give it back, what can you do to me?"
"Does he even have the nerve to call himself a Wizard with that stupid look? I'm really worried he won't learn a single Spell all semester."
"Hahaha..."
These words, heard by Neville, made him lower his head in self-doubt; sometimes he even wondered if he was truly a Wizard.
Both sides were at loggerheads, and students from Gryffindor and Slytherin gathered around.
Just then, Charlie walked over.
He was still holding half a piece of bread, chewing as he asked, "Malfoy, are you asking for a beating again?"
Malfoy's face instantly changed when he saw Charlie.
He was genuinely a little afraid of Charlie; he had been verbally abused to the point of being dumbfounded on the Hogwarts Express, and they couldn't beat him.
Moreover, this guy even dared to curse their Dean, Snape.
But his underlings were watching, so he absolutely couldn't back down.
"What does it have to do with you Hufflepuffs?"
Malfoy said, steeling himself.
Charlie smiled; Malfoy reminded him of bullies from his previous life.
Bullies were like that; they never thought there was anything wrong with their behavior, but when the bullying happened to them, they couldn't accept it.
Charlie had also been bullied, but he chose to fight back, and since then, no one had ever bullied him again.
This also made Charlie detest bullies.
He pointed his bread at Malfoy.
"You bully Neville because you want to, and I want to bully you because I want to."
"Any objections? If you have objections, come out and fight me one-on-one."
Malfoy's face was quite a sight, turning green and then pale.
He wanted to explode at Charlie but didn't dare, after all, this guy could even take down a Troll.
At this moment, Goyle spoke up.
"Boss, he wants to fight you one-on-one, who does he think he is?"
"You fight him, let him see what you're made of."
Malfoy: "???"
No, buddy, are you telling me to grab my wand and fight him to the death?
Can I beat him? He even took down a Troll, you're really a hothead.
This made Malfoy completely unable to back down.
But Goyle didn't care about any of that, raising his wand to cast a Spell.
Malfoy's heart went cold.
"Expelliarmus!"
Charlie's reaction was incredibly fast; a red light instantly knocked Goyle away.
The wand arced through the air and landed steadily in Charlie's hand.
Goyle screamed, thrown backward, knocking over several chairs.
Malfoy was startled and no longer cared about his pride.
"You can't touch me, my dad is..."
Before he could finish, Charlie shoved Goyle's wand into Malfoy's throat.
"Ugh!"
Malfoy instantly gagged, his face turning purple.
"Your Majesty bullied the accompanying student, acting arrogantly and domineeringly, tyrant points + 2."
Charlie pulled his hand back with a look of disgust.
"Get lost, looking at you guys makes me lose my appetite."
Malfoy clutched his throat, tears streaming down his face.
"Harry, you just wait, I curse you to fall off during the Quidditch match!"
This guy didn't even dare to threaten Charlie, only taking his anger out on Harry.
Charlie's gaze swept over them, and that cold look sent a shiver down Malfoy's spine.
"Run, run, run!"
Malfoy dragged Crabbe and rushed out, not even bothering with Goyle.
Goyle got up from the ground, bruised and swollen, and ran after them.
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