Before leaving, Charles clapped his hands: "By the way, I forgot to say one thing." ”

The three of them who were about to stand up sat back and looked at him, Charles smiled: "I plan to apply for the establishment of a club, and you and your girlfriends will join in when the time comes, as an attempt for us to officially operate." ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and Laris's asked, "I agree, that sounds good, but what's the name of the society?" ”

"Charles Francis Society," Charles blurted out, "C.F. Society for short." ”

Kenneth whistled, "That sounds great, boss." ”

……

After returning from Hogsmeade, there was the Ancient Magic Script, which was one of the electives from the third year, and although most of the students were not interested in the boring and complex Ancient Magic, Charles was unexpectedly close to the mysterious runes.

Although Penelope and Marietta are of the same level as Charles, this does not mean that he does not know other girls in the same grade, such as the mediocre-looking but gentle Barona Kassanlina, whose ancestors are probably of Russian or Germanic ancestry, so they are very different from the common British girls, especially tall, only half a head lower than Charles.

"Hey, Charles, what are you writing about?" Although she chose the ancient magic script, Barona, who also felt very boring, accidentally noticed that Charles next to her was copying something, and looked over to see that there were lines of illegible ancient magic scripts written on the parchment in the form of sonnets.

Charles put down the quill and motioned to Barona to whisper, "Do an experiment." ”

The girl watched curiously as he unfolded the parchment, and then spoke in a very strange English tone, Old English, which could be found in the library, the language used to be spoken by King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table and the Archmage Merlin.

“det brinnande styrka fr?n h?r， l?t det onda brannigan！ (The fiery power gathers here, leaving evil unrecognizable!) ）”

Burst!

A puff of fire suddenly exploded in mid-air, just landing on the unused parchment that Charles had placed on the table, and the extremely flammable parchment burst into flames, Barona looked at Charles in shock, and then subconsciously screamed.

Bathinda Babling, who was teaching the magic class, was explaining an intricate rune script when Barona's sudden scream startled her, and then the sparks jumping on Charles's desk caught her attention, and Bussida decisively drew her wand and pointed there.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

The slender stream of water passed through the air and slammed the flames on Charles's desk from the podium, and the clear spring water not only extinguished the flames, but also sprayed Charles's head and face.

"I'm sorry, Professor! I don't know why my parchment suddenly caught fire! ”

Charles stood up and nervously explained, Bathida wanted to say something, but seeing that he was covered in water, the woman's sympathy prevailed again, and she waved her hand tolerantly: "It's nothing, Mr. Francis, dry yourself quickly, you're going to catch a cold like this." ”

Charles nodded and sat down, pulling out his wand and tapping it on his robe.

A soft chanting sound sounded, and the water on the clothes immediately evaporated, and Barona leaned over and said in disbelief: "Charles, what did you just do?" ”

Charles whispered, "It's just a little experiment." ”

"But you've just made it clear ...... God, how do you do that? ”

As a wizard from a Muggle family, it was surprising that Barona, who had learned to use Merlin as a mantra like everyone else, could say anything.

Charles smiled slightly: "I just pieced together some rune words recorded in the book, and tried to read them out in fairy language......"

He was right, Old English had been learned by King Arthur and Merlin from the goblins, and the Rune script, as one of the earliest magical scripts, was not just the preserve of the Vikings.

"But...... There is no record in the books of how to use those words to set fires, right? Barona asked in a whisper of surprise.

Charles averted the topic with a haha, he just saw in a book in the library that the ancient Angru-Saxons would recite prayers in certain places to obtain the power of water or fire, so he tried it on a whim, but he didn't expect it to work.

He subconsciously placed his right hand on his left arm, and just as that line of chanting poetic incantations worked, somewhere in his left arm suddenly jumped, the discovery undoubtedly increasing his interest in ancient magic texts.

Maybe this summer, it's time to find a place to go and see it in person. Charles thought to himself.

Potions class was followed by Potions class, and Charles went to the Potions classroom under great pressure, and sat down before the bell rang.

Snape gave him a gloomy look, but fortunately, apart from Gryffindor and Harry, the other students and houses would not be targeted too much in front of Snape.

"Turn your book to page 42, and in this lesson you will learn how to make a short-term underwater breathing agent using gill grass."

"Oh my God, this shouldn't be a course for us." Laris, grumbling under his breath behind Charles.

"Ravenclaw deducts ten! Mr. Fano, if you are not satisfied with the course I have arranged, you can go and raise it with the principal. Snape's voice swirled over the heads of the Ravenclaw students, who were trembling and preparing the herbs except for Charles and Larys.

Charles followed the course in the book with a serious face, although he didn't have a good impression of Snape, but fortunately, in addition to his poisonous mouth and inability to be a human, this professor's skills in potions are indeed unparalleled in the world, whether it is his dedication or ability, he is worthy of Charles's respect, but unfortunately he has no talent for potions, and he can only keep it to the level of step-by-step error.

"Mr. Francis, what the hell did you make a pot? Poison? Let me guess, you're going to throw the whole root into it? ”

Snape picked on Charles's mistakes with some vigour, and Charles, who was about to put the bluegrass root in it, took the bluegrass back, put it on the table and cut it into pieces with a knife, and then threw the pieces into the crucible.

With a pop, a puff of blue mist erupted from the cauldron, and when the mist dissipated, only a pot of grass-green viscous liquid remained in the cauldron.

Snape looked at Charles's potion with a blank face, and then turned around without saying a word to leave, obviously Charles's potion was successfully refined.

Charles clenched his fist to express the joy in his heart, and his heart moved, and when he saw Snape's somewhat unsmooth steps, he couldn't help but say, "Professor? ”

Snape turned around, his greasy hair hadn't been washed for I don't know how many years, and said coldly: "I don't remember I said that you can talk freely in class, what advice does Mr. Francis have?" ”

Charles shrugged, took out a bottle from his bag and handed it over, "Professor, this is the Butterbeer I brought you from Hogsmeade, thank you for teaching me Potions class." ”

Snape looked at him coldly, and had no intention of reaching out to take the bottle: "Ravenclaw deducts five points, Mr. Francis, don't do unnecessary things in class." ”

He turned back to the podium, and Larys whispered next to Charles, "Why did you bring a gift to that old viper?" Why don't you give us a drink! ”

Charles casually placed the bottle on the table next to him, shrugged his shoulders and did not speak.

When the bell rang, he packed his bag and followed the others out of the classroom, and when he turned back, the bottle of butterbeer left on the table was gone.