Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Charles sold a lot of mithril long swords, and also sold a pocket watch of Mr. Rabbit. Although the latter is a special product only available in Wonderland, its drop rate is extremely high in Wonderland.

He also has a bunch of useless starter suits in his bag, but such equipment is not easy to sell.

Alchemy is not something that can be copied directly after buying an alchemical product, otherwise there would be no such thing as a signature work.

Therefore, although the enchantment on the novice suit is very valuable, it is meaningless to the boss Laken. It is not as good as the Mithril long sword, at least it can extract rare alchemy materials.

Even Mr. Rabbit's pocket watch is because it involves the concept of time, and it is a rare product of the fairyland, which makes Laken take it away with interest.

The really valuable big head still falls on the Mithril sword.

But I don't know if it's because the long swords are sold too much. Anyway, when he finally left this weird alchemy shop, the boss Laken and the house-elf pocket watch, one big and one small, looked at him very complicatedly, as if they were looking at someone. a residue product.

They must have thought that they took out the mithril long sword of their ancestors and sold it off.

Well, it must be for that reason.

. . .

Returning along the same road, Charles quickly passed by the alchemy shop where the invisibility cloak was floating in the window before. Seeing Charles' return, the Invisibility Cloak also greeted him energetically, looking forward to it .

Charles opened the door and walked in.

"Knock knock!

He walked to the counter and tapped lightly on the table.

"Wrap that invisibility cloak in the window for me."

"Good sir."

The house elf in charge of the sale bowed again and again. The invisibility cloak is valuable, but the price is also high, and the market is almost saturated. Usually it is difficult to sell one. This is a big business.

Handing over a bag of Galleons, Charles looked around.

Hermione's Christmas present was given, and the rest belonged to other people. Charles touched the Galleon in his pocket, and sure enough, he couldn't do without money.

Then this stroll is an afternoon.

. . .

Evening, Hogwarts.

Apparition is not suitable for long-distance travel. Even for Shire, crossing the country is already a very dangerous practice. Intercontinental level, and only wizards of Dumbledore's level can do it.

Enormous magical power, amazing talent, and meticulous control are indispensable, otherwise it will inevitably cause serious fragmentation.

But in contrast, Karma Taj teleportation is very suitable for long-distance travel, and it can also bypass Hogwarts' anti-apparition magic.

The two can just form a complement.

With the help of these two kinds of magic, Ciel can easily leave Hogwarts and go about his own affairs without anyone noticing.

Well, not at all.

Seeing Snape coming straight towards him in a menacing manner at the other end of the corridor, Charles sighed. The old bat had such ample aura, and he didn't know who he was showing it to.

Snape blocked Charles in the corridor.

"Look who's back. It turns out to be the busiest person in Slytherin House, the famous Mr. Diamo."

He looked down at Shire, his chilly tone was like black lake water gushing from the cellar.

Charles rolled his eyes.

"Speak up if you have something to say."

Just as Snape was about to speak, he heard a burst of laughter from the side of the corridor. The two turned their heads and saw a group of Hufflepuff third and fourth graders.

Under Shire's dead fish eyes and Snape's murderous gaze, a group of little badgers stopped their voices instantly and passed by quickly trembling. Shire even saw a little girl in the third grade fall down.

The name of the old bat is well-deserved.

"Agbara."

Snape spit out four words.

"What?"

Charles asked in surprise.

"You promised me."

After thinking about it, Charles suddenly laughed.

"Of course I promised you, but what makes you think that if you help me make a pot of aging potion, the matter is over?"

"Also, have you read the book I gave you? Even if you go to Agbala, are you confident that you can defeat Jafar?"

Snape didn't answer, but his aura said it all.

"Do not make jokes."

Charles laughed.

"If he gets the magic lamp, it won't matter if Dumbledore goes."

"So, what time are we wasting here?"

Snape began to spray cool air again.

"But how do you know he didn't get the magic lamp now."

Charles' rhetorical question put Snape into an Occlumency state, because he was afraid that he would not be able to control his expression, that he would not be able to control his expression of wanting to cast a jinx on Charles.

He looked at Charles blankly.

"Relax."

Smiling and patting Snape on the arm, Charles pushed him away and walked towards the Slytherin dungeon.

"I know that fairy tale world better than you. What we need to do now is to wait, and what you need to do is also to wait."

"wait for what."

Snape asked calmly from behind.

"An opportunity."

Charles said softly.

. . .

"Hey! Charles!"

When Charles returned to the Slytherin lounge, Draco was sitting on the sofa chair, his legs resting on the table in front of him in a disfigured way.

Pansy leaned limply beside him, curling her short black hair and playing with it boredly.

Sitting opposite were Goyle and Crabbe. These two idiots got a bunch of cream cakes from nowhere, and ate them all.

Blaise was next to them, and hooked up with a Slytherin girl who was a year above him. Charles remembered the girl's name... what, forget it, can't remember.

Seeing Ciel enter the lounge, Draco jumped up from the couch, causing Pansy to fall straight into where he was sitting.

Pansy looked up angrily, but Charles and Draco had already walked away.

Although the matter of Shire and Felix had not been published in the Daily Prophet, and the other houses basically did not know about it, everyone inside Slytherin knew about it.

But people are forgetful creatures, and wizards are the same. Three months have passed, and everything is calm. In addition, Charles usually keeps a low profile, and he seems to be forgotten for a while.

But Draco can't forget, the feeling of infinite falling, until now, when he thinks about it, it will be a nightmare.

However, the degree to which the wooden stick is swung, the carrot tastes as good as chewing.

At first, Draco naturally tried to avoid Charles, but he couldn't dodge, the two were in the same dormitory, which made Draco quite desperate.

Later, there was a turning point, because of a trouble.

Young master Draco's stinky mouth and offending the Slytherin courtesan really broke out one day.

Once in the corridor after class, he was blocked by several senior Slytherin students, all of whom were from the twenty-eight pure-blood family, who were going to make trouble for him.

With the magic mastered by senior students, people like Draco and Gorpany will not be their opponents together.

Seeing that Draco was about to be cursed, Charles, who had been paddling, finally made a move.

However, his attack was not heavy, he just hit back all the spells that flew over.

These senior students were also very knowledgeable, with warnings from their families. They didn't know what connection the half-breed Shire had with Dumbledore. After a few harsh words, they left in a hurry.

Sure enough, not as crazy as the reserve Death Eaters.

This is also the status quo of Slytherin. No matter what happens in the future, at least for now, the entire Slytherin maintains a certain degree of harmony on the surface.

"You'd better be careful these days."

Draco leaned against the door frame and whispered to Ciel in the dormitory.

After this incident, the relationship between Draco and Charles really gradually improved. Although he still has some opinions on the matter of Charles mixing with Harry and Gryffindor, he is also very sincere.

Especially after learning a few lessons.

"what happened."

"It's from the Prewetts."

He stroked his platinum blonde hair lazily.

"My father said that with the intervention of that old fellow Dumbledore, the school board would give up mediating this matter, but the Prewett family has not given up yet, and they threatened to make that half-breed pay the blood price."

"That's you."

Draco raised his eyebrows at Charles with his classic, malicious expression.

If he didn't know what he was talking about, he would have thought this guy was provoking.

"You're away from school a lot, hanging out with those Gryffindor idiots .. better watch out."

Others may not know that Ciel can leave school at will, but Draco must know, because the two share a dormitory.

"It's really rare that you are worried about my safety."

"I'm not worried about you, I just don't want to hear people say, look, this is the guy."

"Look at his poor roommate, killed in the corner, it's so miserable."

Charles glanced at him.

Although the relationship between the two has become a little more harmonious, Draco's bad mouth still hasn't changed, and sometimes Charles can't even tell whether he is talking ironically or not.

"Given the difference in strength between the two of us, I think this sentence is more suitable for you."

"Be serious."

Draco, who was leaning on the door frame, changed his posture and folded his arms.

"The power of pure blood is not something you, a half-blood, can understand. It is also different from those mudbloods in Gryffindor. The Powell family has a special kind of magic."

"Psychedelic magic."

Charles interrupted him.

"you know?"

Draco was surprised.

Charles glanced at him again, but said nothing.

Draco rolled his eyes lazily.

Seeing that Charles put on the towel and was about to go to the bathroom, he asked after him.

"It's our game against Gryffindor before Christmas, you'll come and see."

"Why are you asking me this question?"

"This is a Slytherin group activity, and besides, this is Quidditch! Quidditch!"

Draco seemed to be bouncing around in the back, trying to emphasize how fun and great Quidditch was.

But Charles wasn't interested, he sighed.

"maybe."

"You'd better come."

Draco didn't say much about this, he shrugged, turned and left the dormitory, and helped Charles close the dormitory door by the way.

"Because there are more and more people in Slytherin who have problems with you."

. . .

Charles wasn't interested in Quidditch. It wasn't that he couldn't play Quidditch. In fact, he was pretty good at it. Although he wasn't as talented as Harry, practice made perfect.

He can play anywhere.

But he felt that the sport had no technical content and was a waste of time.

As Halloween approached, Shire, who was still only familiar with advanced magic, was still far from recovering or even surpassing the past, and was not very satisfied.

He knew very well that mastering low-level magic, high-level magic, and mastering some magic changes was nothing. Many high-level wizards could do it, which was far from being the pinnacle.

In the game, Shire used to stand very high, but it was also because of this that he knew better. No one actually knew what the apex was.

Even the former him.

So his progress is not fast.

It's a pity that even so, he still didn't escape the disaster, because after lunch the next day, he had no chance to go to the library with Hermione, and was dragged directly to the Quidditch field by her.

As the Quidditch match was approaching, the Quidditch team also began to practice more. Naturally, the curious Hermione would not miss it. She went to the training ground to see how the players trained.

After all, Harry was elected the newest Seeker.

Then the afternoon was spent watching with relish as Hermione complained about how brutal the sport was.

. . .

weekend.

After returning home, Charles sat on the bedroom floor, and he spread out a huge map in front of him, which was a detailed map of the New World.

Time flies, and another week has passed since Shire went to the French hidden commercial street.

There isn't much time left until Halloween.

Today is Friday, and Charles decided to take advantage of this weekend to go to the New World to get things done, find that town, and find that special magical creature.

Prepare in advance for the three random big plots that may appear next.

But before that, he needs to have an understanding of the various branch plots in the New World.

In the old place, he sold the alchemy materials and gold bought from the French magic commercial street, and immediately had a working capital in Charles' hands. He replenished the necessities, and then bought this map.

Of course, Charles knew the location of the town he was looking for, because this plot was a fixed plot.

However, in addition to some fixed plots, there are also many random plots, which are different for each archive. This is to avoid some side plots with conflicting settings from appearing together.

Charles is not sure what plots are in this world, so he needs maps and place names to have a general understanding.

Moreover, Charles felt that he was lucky, because after just a few glances, he saw some very valuable side plots, the names of small towns.

It seems that his magic notebook will not be delivered without worry.

"Crack."

Charles in the bedroom suddenly heard the sound of the door opening downstairs.

It should be that Andrea is back, and today's get off work is early enough.

Charles got up and prepared to go downstairs to meet Andrea, but soon he heard that Andrea was not the only one who opened the door.

"Thank you, thank you, Miss Hepham."

It was the voice of a strange man.

"You're welcome."

This is Andrea's voice.

"Well, it's not bad, it doesn't look as bad as I thought."

This is another one.. The tone seems to make people feel a little uncomfortable, and Charles always feels that it sounds familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't show up directly, but his figure disappeared in place for a while.

Then the wand was tapped lightly, and the map on the floor was immediately cleaned up like a storm, and the surrounding sundries were also put back to their place one after another, and the whole room was instantly restored to the way it was when Charles didn't come back.

Then he quietly pushed open the door, stood on the second floor and looked down.

It's not that he is cautious and suspicious, but that Charles, who has played so many save files, knows very well that as the protagonist of the game, things will not happen to him for no reason.

Any one thing may involve a plot.

And sure enough, Charles, who was under the illusion spell, walked out of the room, lowered his head, and met a long face of the same style as Doctor Strange downstairs on the second floor.

Charles: .

It's only one chapter, but judging from so many words. . It seems that I have a slight cold, so let's catch a cold, and by the way, ask for tickets and recommendations every day.