“Dumbledore, I simply cannot believe you actually agreed to let a young man like that become a Hogwarts professor.
If he had attended school normally, he probably wouldn’t even have graduated yet!” The moment Charlen left, the portraits in the Headmaster’s office all opened their eyes and began talking over one another.
It seemed Severus Snape was not the only one with strong reservations; the past headmasters and headmistresses had plenty to say as well.
“No, seventh year—he would have graduated just this June,” Dumbledore corrected gently.
“Ah, that brat!
I remember him.
Neither pure-blood nor half-blood, yet sorted into Slytherin!
I’ve always thought the Sorting Hat made a blunder.
And look at him now—he turned the Ministry of Magic upside down, didn’t he?
Even the Dark Lord wasn’t much worse than that at his age.
And he’s only seventeen this year!” Phineas Nigellus Black sneered.
The former headmaster seemed to dislike Charlen intensely, attempting to equate him with Voldemort to get Dumbledore to change his mind.
In truth, he would have been delighted to see an extraordinary genius emerge from Slytherin, provided the boy wasn’t a Muggle-born wizard.
“Dumbledore, although Phineas is usually a scoundrel, I am afraid we must side with him this time,” Madam Dilys Derwent chimed in.
In life, she had been more than just a headmistress of Hogwarts; she was also the Healer-in-Charge at St.
Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Even now, her portrait hung in the corridors of St.
Mungo’s.
It was precisely because of this that she knew just how many people Charlen had injured.
“More than fifty wounded, Dumbledore!” “And half of them were Aurors,” Phineas added, making sure it didn’t sound as though only pure-bloods had been humiliated.
“Good heavens, how did he manage it?
Has he already grown stronger than you?” “I remember his wand was snapped…” The portraits babbled incessantly.
“Yes, but he made himself a new one,” Dumbledore answered suddenly.
“Sixteen inches, yew wood, with a tail feather from Ho-Oh as its core.” “Yew wood and a phoenix feather?
Good Lord, he’s practically a Dark Lord reborn!” Phineas blurted out.
“I can’t believe you gave him Fawkes’s feather!” “It was a feather from Ho-Oh, Phineas,” Dumbledore said earnestly.
“It is exquisite.
Only someone truly brave and upright could possess it.” *** Led by Professor McGonagall, Charlen arrived at his new office.
Before term officially began, he still had a great deal of preparation to handle, including visiting the other professors and drafting his curriculum.
Before all that, however…
[Charlen Gold] [LV: 55] [Abilities: Libero, Disguise] [Moves: Flamethrower, Cut, Calm Mind, Quick Attack, Protect, Mega Punch] [Items: Rainbow Wand (Magic Boost, Recovery Boost), Flame Orb, Pokéblock Case, Poké Ball] [Pokémon: Charizard LV 52, Pikachu LV 47, Venusaur LV 46, Gengar LV 49, Pidgeot LV 48…] [Pokémon Popularity: 14% / Pokédex Unlocked: 90] As a transmigrator, Charlen had originally thought his magical talent was his golden finger.
In his second year at school, holding his wand, his quick-draw wizarding strikes had beaten those Slytherin bullies into complete humiliation.
He had expected to continue his smooth rise, only to be ambushed by those pure-blood families in his third year.
Looking back, Charlen had indeed been entirely drunk on his own talent at the time.
He had broken a whole registry of wizarding laws—aside from the false charges leveled against him by the pure-bloods, he had committed plenty of actual infractions himself.
Especially regarding the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.
Not that Charlen particularly cared about breaking wizarding laws.
He hadn’t murdered or set fires; even when he raised his hand against certain wizards, it was in self-defense, if perhaps slightly excessive.
But so what?
Everyone knew the rule of the wizarding world: if nobody sees it, it didn’t happen.
As long as you don’t get caught, you’re innocent!
The problem was that Charlen had assumed he wouldn’t get caught, grossly overestimating his own strength.
Under the orchestrated plot of those pure-blood families who struck from the shadows, he received the full express package: expulsion, a snapped wand, and a one-way trip to Azkaban.
With Dumbledore’s influence at the time, as long as he refused to give his nod, the school governors wouldn’t have dared to expel Charlen.
But Charlen’s system happened to manifest at that exact moment, requiring him to embark on a journey before it could be unlocked.
Thus, Charlen had simply given his own consent and departed Hogwarts.
As for his wand, that truly couldn’t be saved.
Dumbledore generally refrained from wielding absolute authority, and the pure-bloods had prepared ironclad “evidence.” As for why those families had targeted him so relentlessly—in the beginning, it might have been mere bullying and retaliation among children.
But later, those pure-bloods had grown terrified of another Dumbledore, or worse, another Dark Lord rising.
Especially a Dark Lord hailing from the Muggle world.
Only after Charlen was expelled and his wand snapped did the system unlock.
It wasn’t a Wizarding System, but a Pokémon Master System.
Yet to initialize it, he had to wander the wizarding world for three years.
He hadn’t had an easy time during that period.
In the beginning, he stole an ill-suited wand and scraped by in the wizarding world, eventually learning the craft of wandmaking himself.
Since then, Charlen often reflected on his past, ultimately summarizing the root cause of his predicament: he had simply been too weak.
If his past self four years ago had been as strong as he was now, those laws would have been nothing more than hot air.
Just look at him now—even after rubbing the Ministry of Magic and those foul pure-bloods into the dirt, wasn’t he still sitting right here, safe and sound?
He had flattened dozens of Ministry Aurors single-handedly, leaving many to wonder if Charlen had already reached the same heights as Dumbledore.
The answer was—of course not!
Not only had he not, but he was still quite far from it.
His status panel listed his level at LV 55.
Based on his estimates, the Heads of House at Hogwarts were around LV 45 to 55.
Average Aurors probably fell into the LV 40 to 45 range, though a few exceptional Aurors were comparable to the Heads.
Dumbledore’s magical power, on the other hand, was likely close to LV 70—and even higher if accounting for the Elder Wand.
Naturally, Charlen was referring strictly to raw magical capacity rather than actual combat ability.
From that perspective, Charlen was on the same tier as the Hogwarts Heads of House.
In a real fight, combat instincts, mastery of spells, age, and numerous other factors could determine the outcome.
And Charlen’s actual battle strength was undeniably far superior to the likes of Severus Snape!
After all, besides wizarding techniques, he possessed the physical traits and power of Pokémon.
The reason he could take down so many Aurors—aside from using his Pokémon for offensive support—was heavily tied to his personal combo chain: blinding targets with Lumos in his left hand, closing distances instantly with Quick Attack, and delivering a sword-like Cut with his right hand followed by a devastating Mega Punch.
A physical physique comparable to a magical beast had left those wizards utterly traumatized.
Add to that the Rainbow Wand in his hand, which boosted his magical power and recovery rate.
Their magical attacks were either brushed off by his high Special Defense or completely blocked by Protect.
He had to admit, Protect was infinitely more useful than Protego.
Hmph.
Were spells truly such inflexible tools?