Thirteen-year-old Charles is a tall man with a typical English appearance, dressed in a Ravenclaw robe, sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, waiting for the start of the new school year, the beginning of his third year, and the fact that the protagonists of the original books are about to step into this magical place.

On Charles's left hand side sat a young girl with reddish blond curly hair and a little freckles on her cheeks, who was energetic, and whispered a little nervously and excitedly: "Charles! Are those new students coming? ”

Charlesmo held the plate that was still empty, and said helplessly: "Dear Marietta, dear Marietta Ekmo, this is the third time you have asked me, you are not a freshman this year, why are you so nervous?" Also, aren't you supposed to be with Cho? How can you sit next to me? ”

Marietta blushed and said, "I, I remember what I was like when I first entered the school, so I really want to see if those freshmen are as nervous as I am, as for the autumn ...... She, her stomach hurts. ”

"Oh......" Charles sighed meaningfully, and Penelope Crivat, who was on his right, chuckled, and his long brown curls shook with laughter, and he couldn't help but push Charles.

Percy Weasley, who was sitting opposite Charles, looked at the intimate movements of the beautiful Penelope and Charles with some jealousy, but Charles didn't notice him at all, and just innocently spread his hands to the beautiful senior sister next to him: "What's wrong?" As a gentleman, I didn't say anything inappropriate. ”

Penelope snorted: "As a gentleman, your actions are not gentlemanly at all. ”

Charles shrugged, and a commotion drifted in from outside the Great Hall, and the freshmen arrived.

Low exclamations rang out from the long tables of the four houses, and it was clear that more than one person had noticed Harry Potter, who was not surprising in the group of freshmen, but who had been highlighted by Hagrid's care.

Harry silently looked at the people in the auditorium with some uneasiness and nervousness, all of whom he was unfamiliar with, and each of them had different expressions on their faces, calm, indifferent, indifferent, curious, enthusiastic, cheerful...... Until a familiar face suddenly came into view, he almost screamed out unexpectedly, but fortunately he stopped his impulse in time, and only waved his hand slightly at the extremely unexpected acquaintance.

He shouted happily in his heart: 'It's Charles!' ’

Charles smiled and waved his hand in response to Harry's greeting, causing many classmates next to him to look sideways, and Marietta whispered in surprise: "Merlin, Charles, do you know that boy?" That 'boy who never died'? ”

"yes," Charles laughed, "he and I live in the same block, it's a coincidence, it's not far, we've played together a lot since we were kids, and I didn't expect him to be a wizard too." ”

Penelope chuckled, "Charles, you haven't said where you live, I even doubt if you're British." ”

Charles also smiled: "My beautiful senior sister, of course I am British, Hogwarts does not admit foreign students, as for where I live, please allow me to continue to keep this little secret." ”

Penelope glanced at Charles coquettishly, and did not continue to ask about the topic, as a fourth-year student, she was much more mature than Marietta in the second grade, not to mention that she was already a smart and quiet girl.

Of the three major schools of witchcraft and wizardry, Hogwarts faces all of England, Beauxbatons faces France, and perhaps only Scandinavia's Depastorstrang is a European school, but they only recruit purebloods, and although there may be 11 old schools of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, Charles has not yet found an opportunity to see or visit.

Seeing the iconic Weasley redhead and Harry with another girl from afar, such a historical scene made Charles smile from the bottom of his heart, although his memory and knowledge were not affected, there was always a subtle sense of independence from the body, but it was not annoying to be able to feel this pure happiness.

As the Sorting Hat was laid out, the freshmen stepped forward one by one to be sorted into their respective houses, and when Ron was sorted into Gryffindor, Charles and the classmates at the table laughed, "The red-haired Weasley family, their family and Gryffindor definitely have a fateful connection." ”

The classmates on the other side also laughed, the boy named Larys was a third-year student with Charles, and he had some friendship with the Weasley twins in Gryffindor, so he naturally knew what Charles meant, all the boys in the Weasley family were in Gryffindor, without exception.

Despite the presence of Charles, Harry still got Gryffindor, and Charles, who was as generous and strict as his brother, made him subconsciously a little afraid in his heart, and the enthusiastic and brave Gryffindor attracted him more than the Ravenclaw, who preached intelligence and calmness.

After the sorting ceremony, Dumbledore, as the headmaster, was supposed to stand up and give a speech, and the kind and gentle speech soothed the strangeness and uneasiness of the new students, and Charles was keenly aware that there seemed to be some unusual fluctuation affecting everyone, and this was the second time since he realized this at the entrance ceremony of his second year.

Even if he was in another world, the bloodline power of the ontology still left him some special gifts, a keen perception of magic fluctuations, which is a trait that is difficult for adult wizards to have, without a special bloodline, ordinary wizards must at least reach the level of an elite auror to have this kind of acumen.

Dumbledore's gentle gaze scanned the entire Great Hall, his kind eyes seemed to express kindness to everyone, Charles sighed in his heart, worthy of being the first person in the wizarding world, has integrated the power of magic into every move in his life, in the original book, Harry can always feel Dumbledore's concern for him, but in fact, it seems that probably every Dumbledore student will feel like this.

"Next, let's eat as much as you want!"

As Dumbledore's voice spread throughout the Great Hall, exclamations rang out from all the houses, of course, all of them were freshmen, most of them with smiles of understanding or understanding, watching different kinds of food and drink suddenly fill plates and glasses, and several sharp and unexpected exclamations suddenly sounded on the Ravenclaw long table.

Even the students of the other colleges next to them turned their heads in the unexpected exclamation, and then more people exclaimed, and a strange fragrance suddenly wafted through the auditorium.

"Merlin is on top! Charles! What's that on your plate?! German pig's feet?! ”

Laris exclaimed, knowing from what he knew his friend that he was a man who often caused surprises, but it was still a surprise that a new dish appeared at a dinner party in the Great Hall.

Charles laughed, pointed to the big red piece of meat in the round basin in front of him and whispered: "No, this is not a German pig's foot, this is a braised hoof!" ”

The other students looked at it curiously, the girl had no interest in such a large piece of meat, but the boy's eyes lit up.

In the faculty seat, Professor McGonagall glanced at the small mess on the Ravenclaw long table, and said to Professor Flitwick next to him with some dissatisfaction: "Phillius, what is the mess that your 'cook' classmates have made again?" ”

The short Professor Flitwick picked up his wand and waved, and the piece of hoof on the plate in front of him, which was very similar to Charles's, was immediately divided into several even pieces, and then each piece of meat floated to the professors and the president's plate with some soup, and Flitwick smiled and said: "Minerva, it's just a new dish that Charles learned, you taste it, this smell makes me think it must taste good." ”

Professor McGonagall glanced at it a little reluctantly, but out of politeness, she cut off a piece with a knife and fork and put it in her mouth, chewed her frowning brow before stretching it out, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said softly: "Although I don't like such greasy things, but it tastes good, but I still think it's too nonsense, this is the opening ceremony dinner, how can I change the menu casually?" ”

"McGonagall, you're too nervous," Dumbledore said casually as he cut off a piece of his hoof and put it in his mouth, "The menu has been going on for thousands of years, and there's nothing wrong with a little change, and besides, it's not the kid's own work, it's the result of the elves, and we should allow young people to be a little creative." ”

Hagrid forked the large piece of meat that had been given to him into his mouth, the piece of meat that could hold the entire mouth of an ordinary person was just the right size for him, and when he chewed it, he made a sound of satisfaction enjoying the food, and it was rare that he did not speak.

Professor McGonagall said a little dejectedly, "Well, maybe I was too nervous, but Dumbledore, since that kid entered the school, Muggle games and stuff have been openly sold in the common rooms of various houses, and it would hurt us to indulge him like this." ”

Dumbledore's voice rang out from under his beard, "You mean poker and that witch hunt?" It's actually quite fun...... But McGonagall, you're right, Professor Flitwick, please tell Mr. Charles that he is still a student after all, and should focus more on his studies, and please say more, how many missionaries should there be in the game of witch hunting? ”

"Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice suddenly, Professor Flitwick held back laughter, Dumbledore blinked a little childishly, making McGonagall feel helpless, at one end of the long table, Professor Quirrell wrapped his turban tightly as if he had been thrown to Antarctica, Professor Snape remained silent, except for a glance at the Ravenclaw small mess, the rest of the time he stared at the Gryffindor long table without a trace.

Those strange but familiar eyes reminded him of too many things.