hp: D on the left and G on the right, am I the savior?

While the Quidditch training ground and the game were in full swing,

Charlie lay on the bed with a dull look in his eyes

"Charlie, do I need to tell you, this is your first time in the hospital wing this semester?"

Madam Pomfrey stood beside his bed, looking at him seriously while changing the dressing, her voice unconsciously rising an octave:

"Didn't I explain to you clearly the dangers of overdrawing magic power?"

"At the very least, he will fall into a coma and become weak, at the worst, he will become a dumb person!"

Madam Pomfrey emphasized the seriousness of the matter.

"Listen carefully!" She glared at Charlie, her eyes full of warning.

Charlie nodded helplessly.

"It's not easy for your mother to take care of so many children! You are in fifth grade now! You have four younger brothers and a younger sister..."

Madam Pomfrey sighed and said earnestly: "You have to learn to be more sensible and stop making her worry."

Charlie smiled helplessly

Since he was sent here yesterday, Madam Pomfrey has been nagging in his ear. Several young wizards who came to visit him said that she had a big fight with Professor Flitwick.

At that time, Professor Flitwick was so angry that he was fuming, but he couldn't do anything about her, so he had to leave in shame.

"Okay, the medicine has been changed, you stay here honestly! You are not allowed to go anywhere! Do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes, Madam Pomfrey."

Watching Madam Pomfrey leave

Charlie then touched the bandages on his head, and his facial muscles twitched.

Isn't this an overdraft of magic power?

How to tie his head like a mummy?

However, Charlie didn't dare to ask why he didn't drink the extremely bitter potion like before.

Because he was afraid that Madam Pomfrey would continue to talk about him.

If this is true, then life would be worse than death.

"I guess mom already knows."

Charlie sighed.

After all, Madam Pomfrey and his mother were students in the same class at Hogwarts. Ever since he failed to cast a spell in his first year in Charms class, which caused an explosion and landed him in the hospital wing, the two of them seemed to have found an excuse to contact each other and began to contact each other frequently.

Tend to become besties

No, it should be said that we have become best friends.

Therefore, compared with other young wizards, Mrs. Pomfrey values Charlie more.

This is reflected in the fact that she becomes more verbose when Charlie is injured.

"How can I explain this to my mother......"

"Oh no!"

Just as Charlie was daydreaming, a figure ran into the medical wing in a panic.

"Oh? William?"

Charlie woke up last night and naturally learned about the new young wizards who had joined the Dueling Club.

It can be said that those who have the courage and determination to join the Duel Club are all like-minded good partners (with some exceptions). As a senior several years older than him, he was naturally very happy.

"Senior Charlie! The Ministry of Magic is here at school looking for you!"

Charlie was stunned

Ministry of Magic, come to school, look for me?

Did something happen to my dad?

Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong, Charlie was referring to his father's private modification of the Muggle four-wheeled iron box.

As the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department at the Ministry of Magic, Arthur Weasley found a scrapped Muggle four-wheeled iron box from somewhere. He secretly placed it in his backyard (if no one claimed the land where even grass could not grow), intending to modify it.

At that time, their mother Molly Weasley had an argument with him and thought he shouldn't bring these things home.

But after Arthur's insistence (sweet talk), Molly finally acquiesced to the existence of the Muggle four-wheeled iron box.

So, what happened?

William ran to Charlie's side in one breath, almost out of breath.

He said intermittently:

"The people from the Ministry of Magic said that they received a report that someone was using large-scale magic at Hogwarts!"

Charlie's pupils constricted

"Someone from the Ministry of Magic has gone to see Professor Flitwick!"

"We.....we can't find Professor McGonagall...and Headmaster Dumbledore isn't here either!"

William had a sad face and was very anxious.

Charlie sat up and suddenly felt dizzy, but he quickly adapted.

"Now, are the people from the Ministry of Magic still here?"

"Yes! At the duel arena!"

William nodded.

"Let's go! Take me there!"

"it is good!"

After Charlie said this, William seemed to have a backbone. He immediately helped Charlie out of bed, and the two of them rushed towards the arena.

............Dividing line............

"Fudge, no one in our Hogwarts will use large-scale magic."

Flitwick looked at the man in front of him and sighed helplessly.

I don't know who it is...

"Professor Filius Flitwick, please refer to me by my title. I am Cornelius Fudge, Head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes."

Cornelius Fudge was a stocky little man (though, of course, much taller than Professor Flitwick) with a head of grey curly hair that hung in a mess, as if it had been blown by the wind and never combed.

He was wearing a pinstriped suit that was well-cut, but the color combination was a bit strange. The bright red tie contrasted sharply with the dark purple pointed boots, giving people an inharmonious feeling.

The long black cloak draped over him looked very solemn, and he wore a dark green top hat on his head, as if trying to create an elegant atmosphere, but it did not match his overall image.

However, Cornelius Fudge seemed very satisfied with his attire, and he walked forward with his head held high.

"Well, Director Fudge, as I just said, no one in our Hogwarts knows any major magic."

Professor Flitwick quickened his pace and caught up with him with an unhappy look on his face.

"No, no, no, our company received a report that a young wizard of yours fell into a coma due to participating in the use of large-scale magic."

"Really? But as a professor at Hogwarts, I don't know that our school has courses that teach large-scale magic. After all, I am the professor of Charms."

"That's hard to say, Professor Flitwick."

Fudge paused, turned his head and looked at Professor Flitwick arrogantly, but said nothing. Instead, he quickened his pace again and walked towards the dueling arena.

Yes, without the guidance of Professor Flitwick, Fudge accurately identified the direction as if he had a map and walked towards the temporary dueling arena.

At this moment, Fudge's heart was very hot.

Large-scale magic is strictly prohibited and strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic!

And there were people, no, a group of people, practicing large-scale magic in Hogwarts! It even caused the young wizard to fall into a coma!

Dumbledore! Look what you've done!

Hahaha!

Fudge came here in such a hurry just to catch the criminal red-handed!

Now is the critical moment of his election as Minister of Magic. As long as he can prove this matter... No, no, no, as long as he can prove that someone in Hogwarts uses large-scale magic, it will be enough. Only in this way can their Ministry of Magic accuse Dumbledore and increase Fudge's own performance. Then...