Days wandering around Hogwarts

Chapter 380 You Know So Many Celebrities
There are some small buildings for various purposes in the castle complex of Kodosdoriz, which may have been warehouses in the past.

Charles walked into one of the buildings and asked curiously, "Where are we going?"

Tonight, Jack looked like Marlon Brando. Without turning his head, he said, "My old friend wants to see you. He brought his teacher and his former colleague with him."

Charles asked more curiously: "Who is he?"

The old man’s friends must be very interesting people.

Jack was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "You know his name."

"Oh?" Charles was a little surprised. "Is he a famous person? How did you know him?"

Jack replied, "87 years ago, I met an interesting man and I helped him with a ticket."

"Later, he introduced many of his companions to me, and I helped them a lot."

"It's just that I wasn't interested in politics. I just helped run errands and treated their illnesses. Six years later, he was exiled to Vienna. I escorted him all the way there and then continued my journey around the world."

Charles realized that something was wrong. This year was 1994, and 87 years ago was 1907. That year, something happened that was neither big nor small, but was talked about by many people.

"Master...Master..." He swallowed, "You...could it be that you...robbed a bank with that guy?"

Jack didn't answer, just laughed softly.

Charles wiped the sweat from his forehead. The Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Vienna in 1913 was so terrifying.

The two came to a room on the top floor. It looked like a tea room, nothing special.

Jack took out a green candle from the cabinet beside him and put it in the candlestick to light it. The green flame was the same as Floo powder.

"Touch the flame."

After he said that, he put his finger into the small flame, and was instantly sucked in.

Charles did as he was told. When the feeling of traveling through space through the Floo Network disappeared, he found himself in a room with no windows or doors. The vents on the wall were spewing cold air. The old man was sitting on a sofa and motioned for him to sit on another one next to it.

"They'll be here soon," Jack said to Charles, "I saw your memory that year, and you came here ten years ago to tell me about them."

Charles wiped his sweat, feeling that it was his fault that the wheel of history had rolled astray.

After a while, three ghosts flew into the secret room. One had hair only around a circle on his head, one had two thick mustaches, and one had an ice pick stuck in his head.

Jack first greeted the two moustaches who robbed the bank with him enthusiastically, and then introduced Charles to them.

Charles recognized them and suddenly felt a little sick to his stomach.

After a round of greetings, the extremely clever ghost asked Charles: "I heard that you are studying the use of alchemy to create materials without resistance. Can you tell me about your ultimate goal?"

Charles has calmed down and said seriously: "My goal is divided into several parts. If the room-temperature superconductivity method is realized, controlled nuclear fusion can be achieved and extremely cheap energy can be obtained."

"The second is to synthesize starch from carbon dioxide through chemical reactions, using cheap energy and ubiquitous carbon dioxide in the air to make food."

The ghost with two mustaches took out a pipe from somewhere and started smoking. After puffing out a puff of ghost smoke, he said, "It's a great goal. It can solve the problem of food shortage from the root."

Charles shrugged and said, "The root cause of the current food shortage is not the shortage of food in total, but the problem of distribution. Brezhnev and I can each have dozens of medals on average." He couldn't help but ask curiously, "How did you change after getting my memory... Well, it should be another history-making one?"

The ghost with the least hair said, "We will make an important theory that you remember should be published six years later appear in advance. We will first improve the theory based on the actual situation and unite comrades who still have ideals and hopes..."

Charles listened quietly. No wonder the historical process here was a little different. Although there were heavy losses and several member states were split off, and even the two fishing boats in the Nikolayev Shipyard were half-sold and half-given to the south as a token of allegiance, the basic base was still preserved.

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief. This was a good thing, as it would prevent the capitalists from causing trouble internally when they had no external enemies. His own Rainbow Avada Kedavra Curse might even become a symbol of some kind of political tool.

By then it would be all over, and someone might be asking on the internet why Charles Smith kept his history of using rainbow-colored spells.

After talking about history, the topic quickly shifted to a debate on whether the International Statute of Secrecy was outdated.

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When Charles left, he felt that he had sweated a lot. Normally, he could take advantage of the situation when chatting and laughing with Dumbledore and Grindelwald, but during the debate just now, these three treated him equally, which made him feel under great pressure.

"How was it?" Jack smiled and patted his shoulder. "Are you surprised? Unexpected? Exciting? Happy?"

Charles said seriously: "No surprises, only shocks."

"Well, it wouldn't be surprising if you said you and my sister-in-law knew me."

Unexpectedly, Jack said, "I should have seen him."

"At that time, I saw a few people in a homeless shelter in Vienna who were living in a miserable situation. So I got some Muggle money to buy bread, and went with Djugashvili and others to give it to the homeless."

"He later told me about it in an interview, or Djugashvili told me."

Charles was speechless.

He admired the old man for having great strength but not having any desire for power, staying away from the political whirlpool, doing things according to the kindness in his heart, and helping purely for the sake of helping his friends.

Charles admitted that he couldn't do this.

"I'm going back to sleep." He stretched. "My brain was running at high speed just now and consumed a lot of energy. I'm tired."

Jack just sat there and listened to their chatter, and didn't understand a word they said afterwards. He felt quite relaxed.

"You go back to your work," he said. "It's time for me to go back to England."

"By the way, I have delivered all the letters you sent to those people in China. Someone wants to talk to you. You can go over there during the summer vacation."

Charles said with a sad face, "I'm very busy this summer. I mainly have to help you pay off your debt to the Veela. I want to go to the Quidditch World Cup to watch the fun."

"Yeah!" Jack slapped his thigh, "We can invite her to watch the Quidditch game!"

Charles laughed and said, "Since you are going to invite Professor McGonagall to watch the game, I won't be a light bulb."

Jack thought about the problem and said, "You can go wherever you want, but you have many connections now, so help me get the ticket first."

Charles agreed with a smile, and promised not to be a light bulb at that time, but he did not say that he would not go to watch the old man have fun.

(End of this chapter)