After the battle, the Hut was a mess.
Besides the three Goblins Charlie stunned, the four Goblins Professor Flitwick hit were dead beyond dead.
Charlie looked at the bodies on the ground, feeling a bit unaccustomed.
Although his psychological fortitude was good, this was, after all, his first time seeing real dead people.
"Professor, they are all..."
"Dead." Professor Flitwick's expression was calm, completely lacking his usual gentleness from class.
Don't let Professor Flitwick's usual amiability fool you; when it came to action, he was not at all soft.
After all, he had experienced the turbulent times of the Wizarding world in the past.
According to Hermione, in that era, anyone who hadn't killed a Dark Wizard wouldn't dare go out alone.
Professor Flitwick waved his wand, and the bloodstains on the ground instantly vanished.
Charlie gained a new understanding of this Dean.
It seemed that none of the Professors at Hogwarts were to be trifled with.
Griph shivered in the corner, his face pale as he looked at the room full of bodies.
"It's over, Bagman escaped, he will definitely take revenge on me." Griph clutched his head.
"I have to move, the farther the better."
Professor Flitwick walked over and patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll help you deal with it. Bagman and his group attacked Wizards, the Ministry of Magic won't let them off."
Saying that, Professor Flitwick waved his wand, tying up the three unconscious Goblins.
"We'll go back to Hogwarts first, and then I'll send these guys to the Ministry of Magic."
Charlie put on his Troll vest and returned to Hogwarts.
The sky was getting dark.
The corridors were empty; most students had already gone home for Christmas.
Professor Flitwick walked ahead, then suddenly stopped and turned to Charlie with an embarrassed smile.
"Charlie, about what happened today... could you possibly not mention it to anyone else?"
Charlie looked at him in confusion.
"Especially don't tell Professor McGonagall." Professor Flitwick whispered.
"Otherwise, if it reaches her ears, I'll be in big trouble."
Charlie understood; he definitely couldn't betray his teacher.
"Don't worry, Professor, I won't tell anyone."
Just then, an emotionless voice came from beside them.
"What is it that cannot reach my ears?"
The two jumped in fright, turning to see Professor McGonagall standing at the corner of the corridor, looking at them expressionlessly.
"Pro... Professor McGonagall." Professor Flitwick stammered.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm patrolling the Castle." Professor McGonagall walked over, her gaze sweeping over them both.
"Rather, what are you two doing out so late?"
Charlie secretly glanced at Professor Flitwick, finding that the Dean was sweating profusely.
Ten minutes later, Charlie watched Professor Flitwick being lectured like a grandson by Professor McGonagall, then discreetly slipped away.
Even a dueling champion fears a lioness.
Charlie dragged his suitcase onto the Hogwarts Express.
There were many students in the compartments, but some also chose to stay at the school for the holiday.
Harry and Ron also stayed.
Charlie found an empty compartment and lay down comfortably.
"Finally, I can go back and see Grandma White." He murmured.
"She must miss me terribly."
..."Who are you?" Grandma White asked with a cold expression.
Charlie was stunned.
"It's me, Charlie."
"Charlie who?"
Charlie froze instantly.
Had Grandma White developed dementia?
Charlie's eyes immediately reddened.
"It's okay, Grandma, even if you don't remember me, I'll stay with you."
Grandma White: "???"
The next second, a fist landed on Charlie's head.
"You little rascal, what did you say before you left? To send me letters, where are the letters?"
"You didn't send a single letter back, am I supposed to know you?"
Charlie rubbed his head; it didn't actually hurt, Grandma hadn't used any force.
"Hehe, sorry, Grandma, I was busy and forgot."
Grandma White shook her head helplessly; she actually missed Charlie very much.
Charlie studying alone so far away, it must be very hard, right?
Ernie: "?"
I wonder if anyone bullied him.
Malfoy: "?"
Such an obedient child, Charlie.
Professors: "?"
Thinking of this, Grandma White's eyes softened, and she gestured for Charlie to come into the Orphanage.
"Come in quickly, it's so cold outside."
Charlie chuckled and hugged Grandma White's arm.
"Grandma, I missed you so much."
"Oh, come on, if you really missed me, why didn't you even send a letter?"
Grandma White complained, but the smile on her face revealed her true feelings.
"Grandma, I was wrong, next semester I'll definitely send letters on time." Charlie raised his hand to swear.
The children's laughter came from inside the Orphanage, sounding especially warm to Charlie.
This feeling was completely different from being at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts also had friends and a sense of home.
But the former was like an old house, while the latter was more like a family he had built through his own efforts.
"Brother Charlie!"
Several small children rushed out and circled around Charlie.
Charlie felt dizzy from being surrounded, so he squatted down and chatted with the children.
Of course, he didn't mention a single word about magic.
Grandma White watched from the side, her eyes full of loving kindness.
This child, he was still the same as before.
In the evening, Grandma White, Charlie, and the younger siblings from the Orphanage had Christmas dinner together.
Although it was far less lavish than the Hogwarts feast, it felt warm.
Simple roast chicken, mashed potatoes, vegetable soup, and apple pie handmade by Grandma White.
"Grandma, your cooking is still amazing."
Charlie ate the apple pie heartily.
"Eat more if you like it." Grandma White served him a large bowl of soup.
"Look how thin you are, does that school not feed you?"
Charlie almost spat out his soup.
Thin? He was 11 years old now, 1.7 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure.
At Hogwarts, everyone would call him a dashing young man.
Indeed, there's a kind of malnutrition called 'Grandma thinks you're thin.'
After dinner, Charlie and Grandma White sat by the fireplace, chatting.
"Charlie, how are you doing at school?" Grandma White asked with concern.
"Very well, Grandma." Charlie said earnestly.
"I've made very good friends, and the teachers take good care of me."
"That's good." Grandma White breathed a sigh of relief.
"I was just afraid you'd be wronged out there by yourself."
"How could that be?"
"The teachers and my classmates are all very kind to me."
The two chatted late into the night until Grandma White's eyelids drooped with sleep, then they each went to their rooms to rest.
Early the next morning, Storm began to get busy.
It was responsible for delivering all the Christmas presents Charlie had prepared.
First up was Professor Snape's.
Charlie had prepared a thirteen-in-one shampoo for him, because his hair was always greasy, clearly showing he didn't care for cleanliness.
This shampoo could be: shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothpaste, mouthwash, deodorant, peanut butter, sports drink, milk, tin foil, tennis shoes, dental floss, eye drops. A total of thirteen effects, most suitable for an old homebody like Professor Snape.
Next was Professor McGonagall.
Charlie had prepared a large portion of catnip for her; he heard Professor McGonagall had a cat, and this was a cat's favorite, so he hoped Professor McGonagall's cat wouldn't get too addicted.
Then came Professor Flitwick.
Charlie prepared a small stool for him so he wouldn't have to stand on books during class.
Professor Sprout's gift was a new pair of dragonhide gloves.
Her old pair was already worn out; last time in the Greenhouse, she was almost bitten by a Mandrake.
As for Professor Dumbledore, Charlie rarely saw him, so he didn't prepare a gift for him.
He figured such a great Principal would have many people accompanying him for Christmas, would he really lack gifts?
Harry and Ron were easy to please.
A complete set of Charlie's special edition study notes.
Charlie had stayed up for several days, writing down some of his insights on Spells and Transfiguration, and gave them to them.
They must have been incredibly touched.
And the Weasley Twins, Charlie bought each of them a book of pranking tools, which he thought they would really like.
He hoped they could present even greater pranks to Hogwarts.
[Your Majesty is no different from a demon in the eyes of his classmates and teachers, tyrant points +10]
"How would a cold system understand the bond between us?"
He also bought lots of Wizarding world candies for the younger siblings at the Orphanage.
Fizzing Whizbees, chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
Of course, he told the children these were imported candies.
For Grandma White, he bought a thick wool scarf.
Light blue, very suitable for Grandma White's skin tone.
After all this, Charlie's money was practically gone.
But he didn't feel bad at all.
[Detected Your Majesty's extravagance, tyrant points +5!]
"Do you have to come out and spoil the mood right now?"
Charlie was speechless.
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