"Trevor!"
Neville was overjoyed, clutching his toad tightly, tears almost streaming down his face.
Harry looked at Charlie with admiration, his eyes full of worship.
Charlie perfectly fit his image of a Wizard: humorous, powerful, and friendly.
Ron was shocked; as a child from a Wizarding family, he knew that being able to perform such a feat in first year was quite impressive.
"Oh my goodness, Charlie, you know Accio?"
Hermione's eyes widened.
"What spell is that? I haven't seen it in any books."
"Accio," Charlie said, casually twirling his wand.
"It's a spell taught in higher years; we haven't covered it in our textbooks yet."
Hermione fell into deep thought, 'To know such a powerful spell, he must be a pure-blood Wizard.'
'Have pure-blood Wizards of the same age already learned to this extent?'
Ron:??
It seemed that simply reviewing the first-year textbooks wasn't enough; she would have to study even harder to catch up to them.
She felt very anxious, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.
She didn't want to fall far behind others right after starting school.
Charlie was unaware of the immense psychological impact his actions had on this young Witch.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for completing a foolish monarch act: showing off skills, earning 1 tyrant point!"
After Trevor was found, Hermione and Neville left.
Only, when they arrived, one was dejected and the other spirited, but now the spirited one and the dejected one had swapped roles.
Neville walked away, beaming, holding Trevor.
Hermione, however, looked worried, muttering things like, "I need to speed up, I can't fall behind," and "Pure-blood Wizards are too amazing."
The compartment returned to quiet.
Ron looked at Charlie, his eyes full of envy.
"Charlie, you're amazing! I've seen my brothers use Accio, and they only learned it in their third or fourth year."
Harry also nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, you must be a genius."
Charlie gave a charming, evil smile: "Genius is merely the threshold to meet me."
Harry and Ron:...No, how can this person say something so shameless?
"Your Majesty is arrogant due to talent, earning +1 tyrant point."
"Also, Your Majesty's act is too clumsy."
Shut up!
Soon, Hogwarts was approaching.
A voice came over the broadcast: "Hogwarts in ten minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train; it will be sent to the school."
The three quickly changed into their school uniforms.
Black Wizard robes were donned.
Harry and Ron also excitedly tidied their clothes.
Just then, another knock came from outside the door.
"Thump, thump, thump."
Charlie was buttoning his cloak, saying without looking up, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and three boys entered.
The leader was pale-faced, with platinum blonde hair slicked back meticulously with hair oil, and he arrogantly scanned the compartment.
The other two boys followed behind him, fat and ugly, clearly two followers.
The platinum-haired boy's gaze swept around the compartment, finally landing on Harry.
"I heard Harry Potter is in this compartment," his voice carried the distinct accent of the upper class.
"My name is Draco Malfoy."
He pointed to the two behind him: "This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle."
Harry nodded, politely responding, "Hello."
Malfoy's gaze moved past Harry, settling on Ron and Charlie.
A look of disdain immediately curled on his lips.
"Red hair, shabby second-hand robes," Malfoy sneered.
"No need for introductions, I know who you are. A Weasley, right? My father said that the Weasley family all have red hair and have so many children they can't even afford to feed them."
Ron's face instantly flushed crimson, his ears almost steaming.
Malfoy then turned to Charlie, sizing him up and down.
Charlie was wearing a brand new school robe, but the shirt collar peeking out was distinctly Muggle-style.
"As for you," Malfoy wrinkled his nose, as if smelling something foul.
"Though you look decent, that Muggle aura can't be hidden. Another Mudblood, isn't that right?"
Upon hearing that word, Ron's expression grew even more grim, and he even looked at Charlie with some concern.
Mudblood was a highly insulting term in the Wizarding World, and Ron worried that Charlie would be hurt by it.
But Charlie felt a bit bewildered, 'What's that? Earth blood (mud blood)? Sounds pretty cool.'
Malfoy looked back at Harry, his tone becoming friendlier, though still very condescending, at least friendlier than before.
"Potter, you should learn how to make friends with the right people. Not all Wizarding families are the same."
He extended a pale hand.
The implication was clear: he was the right person.
Harry's face immediately grew stern.
Although he hadn't known Ron and Charlie for long, he already considered them friends.
He absolutely could not tolerate his friends being insulted.
Even though this person was trying to be friendly, his attitude filled Harry with immense disgust.
Harry looked directly into Malfoy's eyes, his voice calm yet firm:
"I think I can tell who my friends are."
"You'd best stay away from me and my friends, or I'll make you pay."
His words were impactful, but Harry wasn't entirely confident; Crabbe and Goyle were too big.
They were practically two oversized Dudleys; if a conflict broke out, the three of them probably couldn't win.
A flicker of surprise crossed Malfoy's face, then he narrowed his eyes:
"It seems our Savior isn't very rational, actually liking to associate with such lowly bloodlines."
Ron suddenly stood up, pointing at Malfoy: "Say that again if you dare!"
Malfoy scoffed: "Am I wrong? The Weasleys, who breed like pigs, have so many children they can't even afford to feed them."
He then looked at Charlie, "And this Mudblood."
Charlie listened to all of this, feeling somewhat baffled.
He could tell that the word "Mudblood" was clearly not a compliment, but to him, this level of insult was simply childish.
'If you don't greet three generations of family members, and don't visit people's birthplaces, can you even call that swearing?'
But since the other party was practically in his face, he wouldn't hold back.
Charlie slowly pulled out his wand, his movements elegant and precise.
"Levicorpus."
The spell floated lightly from his lips, yet carried an undeniable power.
Before Malfoy and his two companions could react, they felt a lightness under their feet, and their entire bodies were yanked by invisible forces, hanging upside down in the air by their ankles.
"Ah!"
"Put me down!"
"You dare attack us?"
The three cried out in panic, scrambling to break free, but could only flail uselessly like three fish caught on a hook.
Charlie walked in front of Malfoy, looking down at him.
Malfoy's face was flushed crimson from hanging upside down, his eyes filled with terror.
He hadn't expected Charlie to actually attack him, nor had he expected a Muggle Wizard to be so proficient in using magic.
"You... you dare attack me? Do you know who my father is? He's a Hogwarts School Governor!"
Malfoy threatened, his voice betraying his fear.
Charlie scoffed, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes:
"I don't care who your dad is, but you're incredibly stupid."
"So weak, yet you dare to pick a fight. Did a dog screw with your brain? Or did your mom give birth to you, a brainless bastard, with a wild boar that had become a spirit?"
"Oh, no, that wild boar probably hadn't even become a spirit, because your brain isn't even as good as a spirited wild boar's."
The compartment instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Harry and Ron stared at Charlie, dumbfounded, their jaws almost hitting the floor.
They couldn't believe their ears; this was a vicious curse from hell.
Usually, the worst insults were "bitch, bitch," but compared to Charlie's three words, one mom, one sentence about screwing the whole family, it was like a delicate white flower.
Malfoy's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, finally almost purple.
He trembled with rage, yet, being suspended upside down, he couldn't mount any effective counterattack.
"My... my mom didn't give birth to me with a wild boar."
"You... you... you just wait! My father won't let you get away with this!"
Malfoy said, his voice tearful and gritted through his teeth.
Charlie was unmoved; instead, he leaned closer, lowering his voice:
"Listen carefully, little lord. Before your father comes looking for trouble, I'll shove your head in the toilet and flush it, to see if any brains come out."
With that, Charlie waved his wand, dispelling the spell.
The three fell heavily to the floor, groaning in pain.
"Get out," Charlie said coldly.
Malfoy scrambled to his feet, tears in his eyes:
"You'll regret this!"
With that, he and his two followers quickly fled the compartment.
After the compartment door closed, Ron and Harry remained in shock.