Chapter 27: In Hindsight
Within the headmaster’s office, Dumbledore sat on his chair and calmly unwrapped several sherbert lemons while another pile of cockroach clusters laid on the table in front of him. To the side, his phoenix Fawkes could be seen staring at him.
A short moment after, the doors to the office opened wide. A gloomy Snape with slick hair and pure black robes could be seen walking in.
“What is the matter for you to ask for me in such a hurry?” He spoke icily.
“One moment, Severus.” Dumbledore’s head continued to stare at the packaged sweets in his hand, “The wrapper is quite hard to unwrap!”
Blasted old codger. Snape thought to himself bitterly. With a wave of his wand, the sweets in Dumbledore’s hand was instantly unwrapped.
“Don’t be in such a rush, Severus!” Dumbledore popped the candy Severus had helped unwrap into his mouth with a pleasant twinkle in his eye, “You must understand, for an elderly person like me unwrapping candy is an extraordinarily cheerful process.”
At that moment, despite the many years of honing his mind as a spy, Snape couldn’t help but feel his entire face darken a little as his voice drop several degrees as well.
“I hope that before the headmaster’s teeth rot away from all the sweets in your head, you will speak of the important things first.”
“My head is fine for the moment, but my teeth request a favor from you, Severus. Would you ignore the request of this old man?” The headmaster had ignored the head of the Slytherin’s venomous words and instead winked at him.
“What is the matter?” Snape had asked as his eyes glared at Dumbledore with a sword-like light.
“The youngsters of today truly don’t know how to respect their elders!” The headmaster spoke absentmindedly. Then, his voice suddenly changed in tone, “Lord Voldemort has infiltrated Hogwarts.”
“The Dark Lord has?” Snape’s face grew serious.
“Correct. He has most likely used some sort of magic to bind himself to Quirrell.”
“What?” Snape’s dark face had twisted in confusion, “I had thought that Quirrell was some new dog of the Dark Lord, but not the Dark Lord himself!”
“Voldemort and he are sharing the same body.” Dumbledore spoke gently. “Whatever he is planning, it must be about Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“I will watch over him, are the safeguards up for the stone?”
Dumbledore nodded his head before saying, “You must take note, he is able to act against Harry at any moment. In the past few days, I felt a rather strong explosion of magic that was covered up quickly. On that day, Harry was within the vicinity.”
Snape’s face darkened as he listened to Dumbledore’s words, “I know already, allow me to handle it!” He spoke seriously before giving a swish of his cape and left the headmaster’s office like a black cloud.
As for Charles being discovered to be the cause, Charles had carefully observed every single professor–McGonagall and Snape the most before finally letting out a breath of air in relief. The old codger hasn’t asked for me, and he hasn’t had anyone monitor me. It seems that I’ve manage to misguide them away from my tracks.
Charles hadn’t thought that he would be able to conceal this accident from Dumbledore. After all, the headmaster of Hogwarts held many special privileges, and although in the books, the headmaster was able to inspect the entire castle, Charles didn’t know what other obscene powers the headmaster had in real life. So not only for the sake of the four lives, but his own as well, Charles had tried to divert the attention.
I wonder what the white wizard will do now in regards to this accident? He wouldn’t make an announcement, would he? Maybe in secret, he’ll start to observe Quirrell even more!
Things were already happening as such in reality…
After the matter had happened, the world-destroying pair Ron and Harry had both expressed interest in the three-headed dog. In fact, they were so excited, they had both wanted to see it again. Fortunately, Neville and Hermione had no interest in whatever it was that the dog was hiding underneath the trapdoor. Neville especially did not wish to see such a monstrous monstrosity again.
Hermione on the other hand, no longer wished to follow Harry and Ron’s words. However, the two of them had misunderstood Hermione to be a prideful and bossy ignoramus.
Afterwards, Harry had received the Nimbus 2000 from professor McGonagall in the Great Hall. When Malfoy saw it, the two of them had went into another love to hate spat that made Charles smile to himself.
Almost unknowingly, the first years had already lived within Hogwarts and studied for approximately two months. The fundamentals of witchcraft had already been taught to them all.
Today was All Hallows Day, one of the traditional western holidays.
TL Note: November 1st.
Back in his home, All Hallows Day was one of the only days Charles would come out from his magical experiments to rest. Why? It wasn’t because Charles was a lover of cosplay or anything!
In his previous life, he had been busy with homework in primary school, tutoring in junior school, and college exams in high school. There was simply no time for him to cosplay, and to the rest of his household, cosplay was inherently a waste of time and made no sense. Fine then, when it came to a matter of practicality, they were right, but if one enjoyed such a thing, then such a thing would make all the sense in the world!
Hmph! If only I crossed into a world as chaotic and evil as a DND world. Charles would think.
Every single years in David and Anna’s home, Charles would always disguise himself as the most typical costumes such as the blood-sucking Dracula or Frankenstein’s monster and went along with the others to ask for candy. As a result, Charles had became more familiar with makeup along with his magical studies. Afterwards, he would use this fake costume (Fake prosthetics and fake masks most especially) and apply some Transfiguration to it so that no matter what he did, whether it be walking, eating, or anything, the costume would not tear.
All Hallows Day was not as exaggerated in Hogwarts, and the students wouldn’t engage in cosplay, but it was not any less exuberant in terms of atmosphere.
One early morning, everyone within the castle would be able to smell the sweet fragrance of pumpkins being baked. What had made the first years even more excited was the fact that professor Flitwick had deemed them knowledgeable enough to finally begin learning how to move objects. After Flitwick had demonstrated by shooting Neville’s toad all around the room, the witches and wizards had all watched the show with envious looks. Flitwick then explained the main points of how to cast such a charm and then split the entire class into pairs to practice. This had made Harry sigh in relief. Seeing how Neville was giving Charles a look of utmost desire to be his partner, Charles laughed before agreeing–once more allowing Harry to sigh in relief. Ron had been unlucky enough to pair up with Hermione. The two had been reluctant to be with each other, ever since Harry had received the Nimbus 2000, Hermione hadn’t spoken more than two words with them since then.
A little lover’s spat, maybe? Or perhaps this the misunderstanding that’s oh so common at the start of a korean drama? This might as well be America!
Charles couldn’t help but roast them in his mind.
Chapter 27: In Hindsight
Within the headmaster’s office, Dumbledore sat on his chair and calmly unwrapped several sherbert lemons while another pile of cockroach clusters laid on the table in front of him. To the side, his phoenix Fawkes could be seen staring at him.
A short moment after, the doors to the office opened wide. A gloomy Snape with slick hair and pure black robes could be seen walking in.
“What is the matter for you to ask for me in such a hurry?” He spoke icily.
“One moment, Severus.” Dumbledore’s head continued to stare at the packaged sweets in his hand, “The wrapper is quite hard to unwrap!”
Blasted old codger. Snape thought to himself bitterly. With a wave of his wand, the sweets in Dumbledore’s hand was instantly unwrapped.
“Don’t be in such a rush, Severus!” Dumbledore popped the candy Severus had helped unwrap into his mouth with a pleasant twinkle in his eye, “You must understand, for an elderly person like me unwrapping candy is an extraordinarily cheerful process.”
At that moment, despite the many years of honing his mind as a spy, Snape couldn’t help but feel his entire face darken a little as his voice drop several degrees as well.
“I hope that before the headmaster’s teeth rot away from all the sweets in your head, you will speak of the important things first.”
“My head is fine for the moment, but my teeth request a favor from you, Severus. Would you ignore the request of this old man?” The headmaster had ignored the head of the Slytherin’s venomous words and instead winked at him.
“What is the matter?” Snape had asked as his eyes glared at Dumbledore with a sword-like light.
“The youngsters of today truly don’t know how to respect their elders!” The headmaster spoke absentmindedly. Then, his voice suddenly changed in tone, “Lord Voldemort has infiltrated Hogwarts.”
“The Dark Lord has?” Snape’s face grew serious.
“Correct. He has most likely used some sort of magic to bind himself to Quirrell.”
“What?” Snape’s dark face had twisted in confusion, “I had thought that Quirrell was some new dog of the Dark Lord, but not the Dark Lord himself!”
“Voldemort and he are sharing the same body.” Dumbledore spoke gently. “Whatever he is planning, it must be about Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.”
“I will watch over him, are the safeguards up for the stone?”
Dumbledore nodded his head before saying, “You must take note, he is able to act against Harry at any moment. In the past few days, I felt a rather strong explosion of magic that was covered up quickly. On that day, Harry was within the vicinity.”
Snape’s face darkened as he listened to Dumbledore’s words, “I know already, allow me to handle it!” He spoke seriously before giving a swish of his cape and left the headmaster’s office like a black cloud.
As for Charles being discovered to be the cause, Charles had carefully observed every single professor–McGonagall and Snape the most before finally letting out a breath of air in relief. The old codger hasn’t asked for me, and he hasn’t had anyone monitor me. It seems that I’ve manage to misguide them away from my tracks.
Charles hadn’t thought that he would be able to conceal this accident from Dumbledore. After all, the headmaster of Hogwarts held many special privileges, and although in the books, the headmaster was able to inspect the entire castle, Charles didn’t know what other obscene powers the headmaster had in real life. So not only for the sake of the four lives, but his own as well, Charles had tried to divert the attention.
I wonder what the white wizard will do now in regards to this accident? He wouldn’t make an announcement, would he? Maybe in secret, he’ll start to observe Quirrell even more!
Things were already happening as such in reality…
After the matter had happened, the world-destroying pair Ron and Harry had both expressed interest in the three-headed dog. In fact, they were so excited, they had both wanted to see it again. Fortunately, Neville and Hermione had no interest in whatever it was that the dog was hiding underneath the trapdoor. Neville especially did not wish to see such a monstrous monstrosity again.
Hermione on the other hand, no longer wished to follow Harry and Ron’s words. However, the two of them had misunderstood Hermione to be a prideful and bossy ignoramus.
Afterwards, Harry had received the Nimbus 2000 from professor McGonagall in the Great Hall. When Malfoy saw it, the two of them had went into another love to hate spat that made Charles smile to himself.
Almost unknowingly, the first years had already lived within Hogwarts and studied for approximately two months. The fundamentals of witchcraft had already been taught to them all.
Today was All Hallows Day, one of the traditional western holidays.
TL Note: November 1st.
Back in his home, All Hallows Day was one of the only days Charles would come out from his magical experiments to rest. Why? It wasn’t because Charles was a lover of cosplay or anything!
In his previous life, he had been busy with homework in primary school, tutoring in junior school, and college exams in high school. There was simply no time for him to cosplay, and to the rest of his household, cosplay was inherently a waste of time and made no sense. Fine then, when it came to a matter of practicality, they were right, but if one enjoyed such a thing, then such a thing would make all the sense in the world!
Hmph! If only I crossed into a world as chaotic and evil as a DND world. Charles would think.
Every single years in David and Anna’s home, Charles would always disguise himself as the most typical costumes such as the blood-sucking Dracula or Frankenstein’s monster and went along with the others to ask for candy. As a result, Charles had became more familiar with makeup along with his magical studies. Afterwards, he would use this fake costume (Fake prosthetics and fake masks most especially) and apply some Transfiguration to it so that no matter what he did, whether it be walking, eating, or anything, the costume would not tear.
All Hallows Day was not as exaggerated in Hogwarts, and the students wouldn’t engage in cosplay, but it was not any less exuberant in terms of atmosphere.
One early morning, everyone within the castle would be able to smell the sweet fragrance of pumpkins being baked. What had made the first years even more excited was the fact that professor Flitwick had deemed them knowledgeable enough to finally begin learning how to move objects. After Flitwick had demonstrated by shooting Neville’s toad all around the room, the witches and wizards had all watched the show with envious looks. Flitwick then explained the main points of how to cast such a charm and then split the entire class into pairs to practice. This had made Harry sigh in relief. Seeing how Neville was giving Charles a look of utmost desire to be his partner, Charles laughed before agreeing–once more allowing Harry to sigh in relief. Ron had been unlucky enough to pair up with Hermione. The two had been reluctant to be with each other, ever since Harry had received the Nimbus 2000, Hermione hadn’t spoken more than two words with them since then.
A little lover’s spat, maybe? Or perhaps this the misunderstanding that’s oh so common at the start of a korean drama? This might as well be America!
Charles couldn’t help but roast them in his mind.
