Hufflepuff crushed Slytherin with an overwhelming advantage, winning by a 300-point lead.
When the match ended, Draco was on the verge of tears, mumbling, "Mom, I never want to play Quidditch again."
Harry and Ron sat in the stands, both looking utterly drained.
"280 points," Hermione said softly, holding her notebook.
"We must achieve a lead of more than 280 points in our final match against Slytherin."
Ron opened his mouth but said nothing.
Harry looked down at the firebolt in his hand, suddenly feeling like the broom was too heavy to hold.
He was the Seeker; catching the Golden Snitch would only get them 150 points.
But the problem was, where would the remaining 130 points come from?
All the Gryffindor players besides him were riding old Cleansweep series brooms, while Slytherin's entire team had nimbus 2001s.
Scoring a 130-point lead? That was utterly ridiculous—a fool's errand.
And Charlie hadn't violated any rules; he was just rich and willing to sponsor Hufflepuff. No one could find fault with that.
Harry and Ron could only stare mournfully at Charlie.
The atmosphere at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall was so oppressive it felt like rain was coming.
Almost no one at the long table spoke during the meal; the sound of cutlery hitting the plates seemed jarring.
Only Hermione was simultaneously picking at her food and burying her head in a book. Her schedule was so packed she needed a Time-Turner just to attend all her classes.
Since the recent Quidditch match had wasted a lot of her time, she now had to work extra hard to catch up on the missed lessons.
"She really should be in Ravenclaw," a Gryffindor boy next to her muttered.
"Bookworm."
Hermione looked up and stared at him expressionlessly.
If this were before, she might have been upset all night because of that comment, but now, if it weren't for the school rules, she would definitely shove a wand down his throat.
Of course, she'd use his wand; she had a bit of a cleanliness complex.
The boy felt uneasy under her gaze and lowered his head to continue eating.
Hermione couldn't be bothered with people like that. She stood up, hugging a stack of textbooks.
The atmosphere at the Gryffindor long table was too terrible, and she didn't want to stay there.
She walked over and sat down next to Charlie.
Charlie glanced at the stack of textbooks in her arms and felt like he was starting to suffocate.
"Exactly how many classes do you take in a day?"
"Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination Class, Muggle Studies Class..." Hermione counted on her fingers.
"I currently have to use the Time-Turner to run back and forth three or four times every day."
"Then why don't you drop a few? Like Divination Class, haven't you always thought Professor Trelawney was talking nonsense?"
Hermione looked conflicted.
"But I don't want to give up any class. What if I need the grades from this class for a job later?"
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Big sister, you're only in third year and you're already thinking about things so far ahead?"
"But wouldn't it be counterproductive if your overly full schedule leaves you no energy for more important subjects?"
There was one thing Charlie didn't say: if Hermione was too busy to write his homework, wouldn't he lose a top-tier assistant?
Hermione thought carefully for a moment. She did feel that what Professor Trelawney said was baseless and completely useless.
Moreover, Muggle Studies Class wasn't necessary for her. Who knew how old the textbooks for Muggle Studies were?
They actually claimed that Muggles relied on carriages for long-distance travel and that two Muggles were inside elevators pulling ropes.
"I must be crazy." Hermione shook her head.
"I actually thought those classes were meaningful."
"Go drop the classes with Professor McGonagall tomorrow," Charlie said.
"The Time-Turner is meant for you to learn more, not to torture yourself like this."
Hermione nodded. After making the decision, she felt the burden on her shoulders instantly lift.
That night, Charlie returned to his dormitory.
He leaned against the headboard and opened the system panel.
[Current tyrant points: 4399]
Charlie nodded in satisfaction at the number. The reason he always saved up for a big haul was that most of the Spells he knew were already at Level Four, and leveling up to Level Five required a full 5,000 proficiency points.
Drawing with fewer tyrant points felt like scratching an itch; it was better to save up for a huge draw, where he could feel the thrill of his power skyrocketing every time.
"little system, draw them all."
[Yes, Your Majesty! Beginning draw!]
Golden light exploded in his mind. System prompts rang out consecutively.
[Congratulations, Your Majesty! Stupefy proficiency +30]
[Expelliarmus proficiency +20]
[Shield Charm proficiency +30]
[Petrificus Totalus proficiency +90]
[Impedimenta proficiency +30]
[Incendio proficiency +70]
At that moment, a dazzling green light flashed before Charlie's eyes.
[Congratulations, Your Majesty, on acquiring: Avada Kedavra!]
[Free talent points: 1]
Charlie's eyes lit up.
The three Unforgivable Curses—he had finally collected them all.
Cruciatus Curse, Imperio, Avada Kedavra—these three strictly forbidden curses in the wizarding world were now all mastered by him.
The string of notifications made Charlie feel a massive amount of information flooding into his brain.
The key points of casting those Spells, the method of magical energy circulation, and the subtle wrist movements all became crystal clear.
He raised his hand and traced lines in the air.
He didn't need a wand; the trajectories of those curses were already etched into his instincts.
Furthermore, counting the four talent points he had previously accumulated, he now had five free talent points.
Charlie looked at the numbers on the panel, mentally calculating the allocation plan.
Potions was just one point away from maximum level, which was slightly annoying; it had to be maxed out.
Defense Against the Dark Arts, currently at Level Seven, also needed strengthening. To defend against the Dark Arts, you first had to know them, so the intensity of Dark Arts was actually linked to this talent.
Now that Charlie wielded the three Unforgivable Curses, this talent absolutely had to be maxed!
The last remaining point would go to Herbology.
[Yes, Your Majesty. Talent points allocated!]
Suddenly, Charlie could figure out better ways to handle certain techniques in Potion brewing.
Even before maxing out, the Potions Charlie brewed were already perfect enough.
But Charlie was certain that his current techniques would definitely speed up the Potion brewing process. This wasn't an idea born from experience, but a flash of inspiration brought by pure talent.
Following this, he had similar feelings regarding Dark Arts and Herbology.
Charlie took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
He opened the system panel and carefully checked the updated data.
[Your Majesty: Charlie White]
[Age: 13]
[magic Talent Rating: 10 (Max Level)]
[Transfiguration: 10]
[Charms: 10]
[Potions: 10]
[Defense Against the Dark Arts: 10]
[Herbology: 8]
[Astronomy: 4]
[History of Magic: 5]
[tyrant points: 99]
[Free talent points: 0]
[Mastered magic: Transfiguration (Level Four: 1570/5000), Incendio (Level Four: 2420/5000), Stupefy (Level Four: 2240/5000), Protego (Level Four: 2010/5000), Expecto Patronum (Level Four: 1010/5000), Sectumsempra (Level Four: 210/1000), Avada Kedavra (Level Three: 0/1000)...]
Charlie's mouth curled into a smile as he looked at the row of maxed-out numbers on the panel.
Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration—all four core subjects were maxed out.
His only current weakness was real combat experience. This might mean Charlie's Spell accuracy wasn't as high as it could be.
But for Charlie, saturation fire was enough.
If he knew roughly where the enemy was, he could just unleash dozens of barrel-thick Sectumsempra Spells in that general direction. Could the opponent possibly survive that?
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