Early the next morning…
Charlotte climbed out of bed before sunrise.
Carrying his cauldron, he left the Ravenclaw common room.
He had already gathered nearly all the ingredients needed to brew the Restorative Draught.
The only thing he was still missing…
Was a Graphorn horn.
Fortunately, Ron had confidently assured him that George had one.
He had seen a section of Graphorn horn lying in Fred and George’s dormitory before.
When Charlotte entered the Great Hall…
Hermione was already there.
Her breakfast consisted of an egg sandwich and a glass of soy milk.
As soon as Charlotte sat down, a house-elf suddenly appeared beside him and asked politely, “Mr Elvis, what would you like for breakfast?” Charlotte smiled.
“What I’d really like is a bowl of clear beef noodle soup.” “But I doubt anyone here knows how to make it.” “So wholemeal bread and a glass of milk will do.” “Thank you.” “Certainly, Mr Elvis.” The house-elf snapped its fingers.
A plate of fresh wholemeal bread and a steaming glass of milk instantly appeared before Charlotte.
Hermione blinked in confusion.
“What’s clear beef noodle soup?” “It’s a delicacy from the distant East.” Charlotte sighed as he chewed his bread.
“Hogwarts breakfasts are like the Black Lake.” “Perfectly calm.” “Without the slightest ripple.” Hermione ignored what she considered another one of Charlotte’s strange remarks.
“Isn’t breakfast always like this?” “What else could there possibly be?” Reading her thoughts, Charlotte chuckled.
“If you ever went to the East…” “I guarantee you could eat a different breakfast every day for an entire year.” “I don’t believe you.” Hermione curled her lip.
“You say that as though you’ve actually been there.” Just then…
Harry and Ron entered the Great Hall.
“Morning, Charlotte.” Ron handed over a finger-length piece of horn.
“Here’s the Graphorn horn you wanted.” “Good thing Fred and George weren’t around.” “They definitely wouldn’t have let me take it.” Charlotte accepted it with a smile.
“Thanks.” “As a reward…” “I’ll give you my Conall Agrippa Chocolate Frog Card.” “Really?!” Ron’s eyes lit up instantly.
“I’ve already collected over five hundred Chocolate Frog Cards.” “I’m only missing Conall Agrippa and Ptolemy.” “Once I get those…” “My collection will finally be complete.” “Now I’m only one card away!” “Charlotte…” “You’re officially my best friend!” Charlotte merely shook his head helplessly at Ron’s exaggerated excitement.
So innocent…
The Chocolate Frog manufacturers probably hadn’t even printed Ptolemy’s card.
And even if they had…
They would simply release a brand-new series afterwards.
Classic marketing tactics.
Besides…
Charlotte knew that after Voldemort’s defeat…
Both Harry Potter and Ron Weasley would eventually have Chocolate Frog Cards of their own.
“Come on.” Hermione stood up.
“I know a place where no one will ever find us.” With that…
She led the three boys out of the Great Hall.
At the Slytherin table…
Draco Malfoy frowned as he watched them leave.
Born into the prestigious House of Malfoy…
He had displayed exceptional magical talent from childhood.
Especially when it came to flying.
He had always believed he would dominate every other first-year.
Instead…
A filthy Mudblood had utterly overshadowed him.
Charlotte excelled in every subject.
His flying ability had humiliated Draco time and again.
And…
He and Harry Potter had both become the youngest Seekers Hogwarts had seen in an entire century.
That honour…
Should have belonged to me.
Sitting opposite Draco was an older Slytherin student with a tall, imposing build.
Following Draco’s gaze, he looked towards Charlotte and smiled faintly.
“Charlotte Elvis.” “He’s certainly an outstanding Seeker.” Hearing someone praise Charlotte only darkened Draco’s expression.
He snorted disdainfully.
“He’s nothing but a filthy Mudblood.” “If I were on the team…” “I’d be the best Seeker in Hogwarts.” The older student looked directly into Draco’s eyes.
“Draco.” “There’s no shame in admitting someone else’s excellence.” “We Slytherins may be willing to use any means necessary to achieve our goals…” “But we’re not fools.” “I wasn’t—” Draco tried to argue.
The older student interrupted him.
“If he can’t fly during the Quidditch match…” “What difference does his talent make?” “In the end…” “The victory will still belong to Slytherin.” “Wouldn’t you agree?” Draco paused.
Then a smile slowly spread across his face.
“I understand now, Grey.” “If possible…” “I’d like to deal with that filthy Mudblood personally.” “No problem.” Grey smiled calmly.
“Once I’ve finished brewing a special potion…” “We’ll make our move.” Inside the girls’ bathroom…
Ron looked around awkwardly.
“Hermione…” “Why are we brewing potions here?” “If anyone catches us…” “The girls in the whole school will laugh at us.” Without even turning around, Hermione answered, “No one comes here.” “Because Moaning Myrtle lives here.” “Who’s Moaning Myrtle?” The instant Ron finished speaking…
The ghost of a young witch suddenly floated through one of the cubicle doors.
She circled the bathroom once before diving headfirst into a toilet…
Sending water splashing everywhere.
Charlotte ignored the commotion completely.
He carefully placed a piece of Mandrake root into a beaker filled with orange-yellow liquid.
The moment it entered…
The root immediately began shrivelling.
White steam slowly rose from the top of the beaker.
It was the dehydrating solution…
Extracting every drop of moisture from the plant.
Meanwhile…
Ron squatted beside him, diligently grinding the Graphorn horn into fine powder.
As he worked, he repeatedly asked when Charlotte intended to hand over the Conall Agrippa Chocolate Frog Card.
“Don’t worry.” Charlotte smiled.
“I’m not interested in collecting Chocolate Frog Cards.” “You can have it once the potion is finished.” He picked up a Mandrake leaf between his fingers.
“Actually…” “Mandrake leaves are an essential ingredient in mastering a very advanced branch of magic.” Hermione’s eyes widened.
“There’s magic like that?” “Professor Flitwick never mentioned it.” “Of course there is.” Charlotte slowly rotated the leaf between his fingertips.
Then he looked at the three of them and asked, “Have any of you ever heard of an Animagus?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Dark_Verse IF YOU LIKED THE CHAPTER PLEAsE WRITE REVIEW