𓏲 . THE BOY WHO LIVED . .៹♡
                                                             CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
                              ─── AN IDIOT AS PROFESSOR & MUDBLOODS

They had been brought to Snape's office by Filch. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars, in which floated all manner of revolting things Charlus didn't really want to know the name of at the moment. The fireplace was dark and empty.

The long-haired professor sat in front of them, and looked even more miserable than usual. The four of them were waiting for Snape to snap at them about what they had done.

After a moment of staring, Snape finally unrolled today's issue of the Evening Prophet and showed them the headline: FLYING FORD ANGLIA MYSTIFIES MUGGLES.

Professor Snape threw the paper away aggressively before he finally spoke, "You were seen by no less than seven muggles! Do you have ANY idea how serious this is? You have risked the exposure of our world! Not to manage the damage you've inflicted on a Whomping Willow that has been on these grounds since before you were born!"

"Honestly, Professor Snape," Ron said anxiously, "I think it did more damage to us than we—" "SILENCE!" Snape snapped coldly. Then he got up from his chair and walked towards the four boys, who were standing tensely on the other side of the table. He addressed the two Gryffindors first, "Potter, Weasley, I assure you, were you in Slytherin and your fate rested with me, the both of you would be on the train home tonight with Potter and Black. As it is—"

"They are not," a  voice suddenly interrupted him, and  Charlus turned around to the office door to see Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall standing there. A relieved smile spread across his face. "Professor Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall." Harry said in a relieved tone.

"Headmaster," Snape began calmly, ignoring Harry. He pointed at  the two Gryffindor boys and  the two Slytherin boys, "These boys have flouted the decree for the restriction of underage wizardry! As such—"

"I'm well aware of our bylaws, Severus" Dumbledore interrupted him once more, " I did write a few of them myself. However, as Head of Gryffindor House, it is for Professor McGonagall to determine the appropriate punishment."

"We'll go and get our stuff," Ron said in a hopeless sort of voice. "What are you talking about, Weasley?" McGonagall asked softly. "Well, you're expelling us, aren't you?" Ron replied with a hint of exasperation.

"Not today, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said, causing Ron to look back at Harry excitedly, "But, I must impress on the both of you; the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to your families tonight, and the both of you will receive detention."

"What about Charlus and Alistair?" Harry asked worriedly . Charlus and Alistair looked toward Professor Snape. The boys were scared that Snape was really  going to expell them. Damn it, Hermione had been right. Expulsion would be worse than death.

"As Potter and Black are in my House." Snape sneered. "I insist they be expelled." "Severus, your request for expulsion has been denied." Dumbledore replied calmly. "I do not think it appropriate to expel two of them."

Charlus and Alistair let out a deep sigh of relief at the same time.

Snape snorted sullenly as if he didn't want to accept the headmaster's decision. But he nodded reluctantly and glared at the boys, who looked back at him warily. "Very well." he said through heavily gritted teeth. "I will be sending owls to your families tonight. And the both of you willl be receiving detention alongside Potter and Weasley."

Harry and Ron turned to the other two, who just nodded in understanding, "Seems fair." "Alright then boys. " McGonagall said. "Off to your dorms."

Harry, Ron,Charlus and Alistair left the office hastily, treading the familiar path to Gryffindor Tower. The castle was quiet; it seemed that the feast was over.

"Well, good night," Alistair said to the two. Ron only smiled and waved before running to Gryffindor's direction. Then Alistair went to Slytherin common room.

Charlus, on the other hand, hugged Harry tightly, which he immediately returned. "Good night, Harry." "Night." Harry said before Charlus walked toward the Slytherin common room as well.

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The following morning, the second-year students were gathered in the Greenhouse Three for the Herbology class. Charlus stood between Harry and Hermione as he explained to her why the four of them weren't on the train nor at the sorting ceremony the previous night.

Hermione just took in all the information and shook her head at the stupidity of her friends in this situation. At that moment, Professor Sprout walked into the room with a wide smile.

"Morning everyone!" she exclaimed happily. The other students were still engrossed in their conversations and ignored her. Instead of getting angry, Professor Sprout tapped on a nearby flower pot with her shovel to get their attention, "Morning everyone!"

"Good morning, Professor Sprout." they greeted her in chorus.

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, second years. Gather around everyone." she encouraged them, and as she wanted, they took a step towards the large table. Everyone had a pot in front of them with a little tufted, purple-green plant sticking out of it. Professor Sprout turned around and took her own pot before she placed it in front of her. "Today we're going to re-pot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?"

To nobody's surprise, Hermione's hand was first into the air, soon followed by Charlus'. Professor Sprout smiled at the two before she pointed at Hermione, "Yes,Miss Granger."

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative," Hermione began, sounding as though she had swallowed the textbook. "It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed, to their original state."

"Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor." Professor Sprout said. "The Mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why?"

This time, Charlus' hand was up before Hermione's, which he was proud of, and Professor Sprout was quick to call on one of the other houses. "Yes, Mr. Potter."

"The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it." Charlus said smugly and grinned at Hermione.

"Precisely. Ten points to Slytherin." Professor Sprout said with a proudly smile . "Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you yet, but they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I've given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So could you please put them on right away? Quickly! Make sure the flaps are tight down!"

Charlus quickly grabbed five pair of earmuffs and handed them to Ron,Alistair, Hermione and Harry. Then he put his own earmuffs  over his ears. Professor Sprout put a pink fluffy pair over her own ears and rolled up the sleeves of her robes.

"You grasp your Mandrake firmly. You pull it sharply up out of the pot." she began to explain while she pulled grasped one of the tufty plants firmly, and pulled hard.

 Instead of roots, a small, muddy, and extremely ugly baby popped out of the earth. The leaves were growing right out of his head. It had pale green, mottled skin, and was clearly screaming at the top of his lungs,which caused the students to cover their earmuffs with their hands to drown out the horrible sound.

"Got it? And..." she continued before she plunged the Mandrake into other pot and buried it in dark, damp compost until only the tufted leaves were visible. "... now you duck it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm."

The sound of someone falling to the ground made them turn their heads. Neville laid there, passed out on the floor. "Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs." Professor Sprout sighed and put her hands on her hips.

Seamus Finnigan, who was standing to Neville's right, shook his head. "No, ma'am." he said casually. "He's just fainted."

"Yes, well, just leave him there." Professor Sprout replied with a shrug, as if an unconscious student was the most normal thing in the world. "Right, carrying on. Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake, and pull it up!"

Charlus hesitated at first, but grabbed hold of the plant in front of him. He pulled it out of the pot as the mandrake began to scream even louder while it quirmed, kicked, flailed their sharp little fists, and gnashed their teeth as if it had gone insane.

Adrian rolled his eyes as he saw  Draco staring at his plant with a smile and  tickling it. Then he had the wonderful idea of provoking it by sticking his finger on its mouth. But the Mandrake, didn't like that. She bit Draco's finger and had no intention of letting go.

Charlus decided that Draco's Mandrake was his new idol.

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After they had a few more lessons, they made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. Charlus took a seat between Harry und Hermione as Adrian and Ron sat opposite him.

 Hermione buried her nose in Voyages with Vampires. Harry and Charlus talking about Quidditch for several minutes while Alistair watched as Ron tried to fix his wand with tape. He sighed as he saw the roll of tape hanging off his wand. He then turned desperately to Alistair , "Say it. I'm doomed."

Alistair looked at him sympathetically and nodded, "You're doomed."

Suddenly, a blinding flash went off in Charlus' and Harry's eyes. When the boys could see normally again, they raised their heads to see a very small, mouse-haired boy,who stood in front of them with a big camera

„Hi, Charlus! Hello,Harry! " The boy said, very excitedly, "I'm Collin Creevey! I'm in Gryffindor too!"  "Oh, uh- Hi Colin," Harry said with a small smile, "Nice to meet you."

"Say," the blonde boy began to ask while he raised the camera hopefully, "do you both think your friend here, could take a picture of you both and me standing together?" " A picture?" Charlus repeated, completely surprised.

"You know, to prove I've met you both. "Colin explained to him with an excited smile, "It's for my dad. He's a milkman, you know? A muggle like all our family's been until me. No one knew all the odd stuff I could do with magic until I got my letter from Hogwarts! Everyone just thought I was mental!""

"Imagine that." Ron said with a sarcastic smile.

The green-eyed boys just quickly smiled for a photo before the blonde boy walked away from them again.

"Hey Ron!" Dean Thomas shouted from a little further back at the table. The boy pointed up at the ceiling, "Isn't that your owl?"

Suddenly there was a rushing sound overhead and Charlus saw a brown owl hurtling towards their table at incredible speed. The poor owl was definitely not going to make it to land.

"Errol!" Ron exclaimed, obviously surprised to see his family owl here. He pulled out the bedraggled owl by its feet after it face planted on the table. Errol slumped over, clearly still dazed by his hard fall. His little legs were in the air and he had a damp red envelope in his beak.

"Oh, no—" Ron gasped. Seamus Finnigan laughed from down the table across Dean, "Look everyone! Weasley's got himself a howler!"

"You better open it, Ron," Neville said in a timid whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't. My Gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and . . ." he gulped, "it was horrible."

"What's a howler?" Charlus asked the others as he looked from Ron and Neville's petrified faces to the red envelope. But their whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to smoke at the corners. "Open it," Alistair urged. "It'll be over in a few minutes —"

Ron stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errol's beak, and slit it open. Neville stuffed his fingers in his ears. Then, a split second later, Harry knew why. He thought for a moment it had exploded; a roar of sound filled the huge hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.

"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY, HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR? I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE —"

Mrs. Weasleys yells,that were a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.

"— LETTER FROM MCGONAGALL LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS! YOU, CHARLUS,HARRY AND ALISTAIR COULD HAVE DIED —"

Charlus had been wondering when his name was going to brought up. He tried very hard to look as though he couldn't hear the voice that was making his eardrums throb.

"— ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME."

The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, seemed to have finished, but it suddenly turned to Ginny Weasley, who was a few seats away.

"Oh," Mrs. Weasley began to say in a softer voice this time and not shouting, "And Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud."

A ringing silence fell. The red envelope turned back to Ron and stuck its tongue out at him before it burst into flames and curled into ashes. The girl looked down a little in embarrassed while the boys sat stunned, as though a tidal wave had just passed over them. A few people laughed and, gradually, a babble of talk broke out again.

The curious and intrigued looks turned to Ron, who was pale and speechless at the incident with the howler.

 Alistair placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Ron, are you okay? " he asked, worried. Ron nodded slowly, still stunned by the impact of the screaming letter.

Hermione closed the book she was reading and noticed Ron's embarrassed and frightened state, "Well, I don't know what you expected, Ron, but you—" "Don't tell me I deserved it." Ron snapped.

"What've we got this afternoon?" Harry asked, and hastily changed the subject. "Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione said as she pulled out her course schedule.

The red-haired boy looked at the paper in front of her. He reached out and quickly grabbed it before he gave her a puzzled look. "Why," he demanded, "have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?" 

Hermione hastily snatched the schedule back and felt her cheeks blush furiously.

"You did what?" Charlus asked, without noticing the trace of jealousy in his voice, but the other four around him noticed it very well.

 The girl with the bushy hair couldn't help but roll her eyes before she looked at Charlus with a mischievous grin, "Charlus, you should know that jealousy doesn't suit you at all."

With that, she packed her things and got up from the table, "See you guys in Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

The green-eyed boy watched as Hermione marched out of the Great Hall.  He was completely surprised by her self-assurance and bluntness. Charlus Potter wasn't jealous of Gilderoy Lockhart! That would be crazy...

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As soon as they had finished their lunch, Harry, Ron, Alistair and Charlus made their way to Lockhart's classroom. When they entered the room, they spotted Hermione who was sitting alone at the front of the room. She was obviously waiting for one of them to join her and smiled as she saw the four of them enter the room.

Harry and Alistair immediately sat down right behind the bushy-haired girl, which caused Ron and Charlus to look at each other curiously. They secretly wondered which of them would sit next to the girl.

Before their staring contest attracted too much attention, Charlus moved forward and sat next to Hermione, while Ron took the empty seat  next to Harry and Alistair.

The girl smiled as she saw Charlus next to her. The green boy returned her smile before he turned to the front as the lesson was about to begin.

As if on cue, Gilderoy Lockhart entered the classroom from above his office. "Let me introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher...Me!" he began to say with a mischievous smile.

"Gilderoy Lockhart. Order of Merlin, Third Class. Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League. As well as the five time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award." he continued as he walked down the stairs. "But I don't talk about that; I didn't get rid of the Banden Banshee by smiling at him."

The blonde haired teacher began to laugh at his own terrible joke. All the boys in the class couldn't help but roll their eyes, but the girls seemed to have a crush on the jerk.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books - well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about - just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in--"

He handed two tests to Hermione. "Thank you," she said with blushing cheeks and turned to give Charlus his quiz. He could only stare at her with a clearly annoyed look on his face before he took the quiz.

Once Lockhart was finished handing out the test papers , he returned to the front of the class and said, "You have thirty minutes, start... now!"

Charlus looked down at his paper and read. When he did, he realized that the entire quiz was about Gilderoy Lockhart.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

 3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

Charlus took a deep breath to calm himself from this joke of a test before he grabbed his quill and started answering all of his questions.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?

 Well, I would say shit brown. Fits his personality perfectly.

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

If it's a secret, how the fuck am I gonna know?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

The fact that he got born.

Charlus went on like that until the last question.

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

His birthday? As if anyone would really be interested. But if I had to guess, his ideal gift would probably be  a fully functioning brain - in short, something he has never had and probably never will have. 

Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.

"Tut, tut - hardly any of you remembered that my favourite colour is lilac. I say so in A Year with a Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wandering with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples. Though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Odgen's Old Firewhisky!"

He gave them another roguish wink. Ron, Alistair and Charlus were now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on their face, while  Hermione was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention and gave a start when he mentioned her name.

". . . but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potion - good girl! In fact . . ." he flipped her paper over, "full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?"

Hermione raised her hand shakingly.

"Excellent!" Lockhart beamed. "Quote excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so, to business . . ."

He bent down behind his desk and lifted a large cage covered with a red cloth onto it before he addressed his class once again, "Now—be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."

Charlus leaned around his pile of books for a better look at the cage. Lockhart placed a hand on the cover. "I must ask you not to scream," he said in a low voice, "It might provoke them."

With that, the man yanked the fabric up, revealing small electric blue creatures and about eight inches high, with pointed faces, large dark eyes and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies arguing. They started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and making bizarre faces at the people nearest them.

Matthew even asked with a slight scoff  from the back of the class, "Cornish Pixies?" "Freshly caught Cornish pixies." Lockheart corrected him and Seamus began to laugh, to which some of the other students laughed as well. 

"Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnigan, but pixies can be devilishly, tricky little things. Let's see what you make of them." Professor Lockhart said with a smirk before he opened the cage and released the pack of them into the classroom.

Everyone started to scream in panic and tried to hide from the creatures as they flew around, " Come on now, round the up. They're only pixies."

Some of the pixies then grabbed books, ripped out pages and even threw them away, while two others had even managed to pick up Neville by his ears and hang him on the chandelier. "Please, get me down!"

"Bloody hell!"  Charlus yelled before he turned to Hermione and groaned as he saw a pixie start to pull on her hair. "Stop!Hold still!" he shouted to the girl, who stopped moving. Then he grabbed a nearby book and whacked the pixie away.

Professor Lockhart rolled up his sleeves and brandished his wand. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" he bellowed. It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized his wand and he gasped dramatically.

The creature that had stolen Lockhart's wand used it to break the chain from which hung a giant dragon skeleton, which fell to the ground with a thud.

Lockhart turned and ran up the stairs to his office. He tried to wrestle a picture of him from one of the pixies who was trying to steal it, and once he failed, he looked down at the five,  who were the only ones left in the room beside Neville.

 "I'll ask you five to just nip the rest of them back into their cage." he said to them before he retreated to his office and shut the door quickly behind him , leaving the  students alone.

"Are you serious?" Alistair exclaimed in disbelief. Then he turned to his friends, "We have to do something! Anyone have any ideas?" "Just one!" Hermione yelled before she took her wand out of her cloak and pointed it in the air, "IMMOBULUS!"

In an instant, all of the Cornish Pixies stopped flying around. They just floated harmlessly in the air and didn't move. Neville, who was still hanging from the chandelier, looked down at Harry, Charlus, Hermione, Alistair and Ron before he sighed and asked,"Why is it always me?"

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The three Gryffindors and the two Slytherins walked through the corridors to their next class after helping Neville get down from the chandelier , and even then the four boys were still upset about Lockart.

"Can you believe him?" Ron roared. "I'm sure he just wanted to give us some hands-on experience." Hermione said defensively. 

"Hands on experience?" Harry said to Hermione.  "Hermione, he didn't have a clue what he was doing! He's an idiot!" Alistair said in agreement.

The bushy haired girl was offended, "Rubbish! Well, if you had read his books, you would've seen all the amazing things he's done." 

"He says he's done." Charlus spoke up, which caused Ron, Harry and Alistiair nodded in agreement.

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On Saturday morning, Charlus was roughly woke up by Draco Malfoy. The light brown-haired boy startled out of his sleep and blinked sleepily before his gaze settled on the new Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch Team. He raised an eyebrow and looked at him suspiciously, "What do you want, Malfoy?"

"Flint asked me to wake you up." Draco said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world,"We have Quidditch practice. "

"Now?" Charlus  asked, stunned, and glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was still early in the morning, far too early to think about training, "Does he have any idea how early it is?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care in the slightest, and yawned, clearly annoyed, "Potter, I don't know and I honestly don't care. If I were you, I'd get up and get dressed. Flint won't be happy if you're late."

Charlus groaned and let himself fall back onto the pillow. He would have liked to roll over again and go back to sleep, forgetting the whole world for a moment. But that wasn't possible when you were Charlus Potter.

The handsome young boy  rolled out of bed. He quickly changed into his green Quidditch robes. However, before he could grab his familiar Nimbus Two Thousand ,  Draco held out a brand new Nimbus Two Thousand and One, which Charlus eyed skeptically.

"I'm the new Slytherin Chaser," Draco began to explain proudly, "And my father has decided to invest in the team so he bought us all new brooms. Now hurry up!" 

Charlus nodded curtly and reluctantly accepted the Nimbus Two Thousand and One before he left the dormitories with Draco. The two of them met up with Marcus Flint and the rest of the Slytherin team. They made their way together through the courtyard to the Quidditch pitch. The team was excited to be back to playing the game they adored so much.

However, their excitement was short lived as Marcus spotted Oliver Wood and the Gryffindor team all dressed in their red Quidditch robes, heading in the same direction as they were.

"We're do you think you're going, Flint?" the Gryffindor captain asked in disbelief as he came to halt in front of the Slytherin captain. "Quidditch practice. " Flint replied with a smirk.

"I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today." Wood said, positively spitting with rage. Flint laughed before he pulled a bit of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Oliver, "Easy there. I have a note."

Oliver opened the parchment before he read it out loud; "I, Professor Severus Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Chaser — You've got a new Chaser, who?"

At that moment, Hermione. Alistair  and Ron had joined the group, followed by Matthew and Adrian. They knew there would be trouble.

And from behind the six large figures before them stepped out a seventh, smaller boy. It was Draco.

Harry looked at him in disbelief. "Malfoy?"

"That's right,"  The blonde haired boy said with a evil smirk, "And that's not all that's new this year." he  finished and twirled his broom unnecessarily in his hands.

It was a black,  highly polished, brand new broom, and   the whole team had one. From the fine golden lettering, it was clear that it was the Nimbus Two Thousand and One.

"Those are Nimbus 2001s."  Ron said in disbelief. "How did you get those?" "A gift from Draco's father." Flint told them with a smirk.

"You see, Weasley," Malfoy began to say in his cocky way, "Unlike some, my father can afford the best."

The Slytherins, except for Charlus, Alistair, Matthew and Adrian, roared with laughter.

"Well, at least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," Hermione countered sharply, "They got in on pure talent."

Charlus couldn't help but grin. "Hermione, are you saying I'm talentless?" he asked her teasingly.

Alistair smirked as Malfoy's smile quickly faded. Draco, who felt insulted, stepped forward while he narrowed his eyes and glared at the bushy haired girl.  "No one asked your opinion! You filthy little mudblood!" he spat out angrily.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" Adrian shouted loudly. His brother looked at him and shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care. "My god, Stop making such a foool of yourself! "  "How dare you?!" Matthew exclaimed indignantly.

"Apologize to Hermione, now!" Alistair shouted angrily at Malfoy, who was just snorting contemptuously, "As if I'd apologize to filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

That was it. That did it for Charlus.

Before anyone could do anything, the light brown-haired boy lunged at the blonde-haired boy, which caused the two of them to fall to the ground. The two of them wrestled on the ground relentlessly, and Charlus punched Draco's nose as hard as he could, which caused him to start bleeding immediately.

It wasn't long before Flint rushed forward and tried to pull the green-eyed boy away from Draco, but Charlus didn't care and shoved him away from him harshly. Then he attacked Draco again, blinded by rage. 

Unlike his twin brother, he was able to get angry quickly.  Especially  when it came to someone he cared about. Charlus punched Malfoy again on the bleeding nose. He didn't even care how much his knuckles hurt  as he threw punch after punch at the boy's head.

Before the situation could escalate, the Gryffindor team pulled him away from Malfoy to prevent further damage. Despite their dislike towards the Slytherin team, they didn't want him to get into trouble.

Oliver, Fred, George and Harry needed all their strength to pull Charlus up from the ground. But even then, the green-eyed boy still fought for his release, "LET GO OF ME! I WANT TO KILL HIM! HE DESERVES IT! HOW DARE YOU INSULT HER LIKE THAT, YOU ASSHOLE ! GUYS, PLEASE, LET GO OF ME ! I WANT TO KILL HIM! I WANT HIM TO BEG,PLEAD FOR MERCY. LET GO OF ME!"

When Hermione saw that Charlus refused to calm down, she quickly moved in between the two teams. She grabbed Charlus' face and forced him to look her straight in the eye.  No words were spoken between the two of them, but her facial expression spoke volumes. She silently begged him to stop what he was doing. 

Charlus' anger slowly began to fade when he saw the serious look on Hermione's face. He finally came to a halt, which caused the others to let go of him immediately.

The green-eyed boy spat out some blood before he surveyed his surroundings. Draco still lay on the floor and held his bleeding nose while his entire team stared daggers at him, but he couldn't care less.

The green-eyed boy was about to turn and walk away , but then he heard  Draco speak up once again, "My father will hear about this, Potter!"

It took everything in him for Charlus not to turn around and attack Draco again, but his thoughts were interrupted as he heard his brother's voice behind him, "Charlus, let it go. He's not worth it."

Then he heard another voice behind him, "You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" Charlus turned around and saw Ron pull out his broken, taped wand and aim it at Malfoy, "Eat slugs!"

A loud bang echoed around the courtyard and a jet of green light shot out of the wrong end of Ron's wand, hitting him in the stomach and sending him reeling backward onto the grass.

"Ron! Ron!" Hermione squealed. "Are you all right?"

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead he gave an almighty belch and several slugs dribbled out of his mouth onto his lap.

"How disgusting!" Alistair exclaimed with a disgusted face.

The Slytherins,  except for Charlus, Alistair, Matthew and Adrian, were paralyzed with laughter. Flint was doubled up, hanging onto his new broomstick for support. Malfoy was banging the ground with the fist that wasn't holding his nose.

 The four other Slytherins and the Gryffindors were gathered around Ron, who kept belching large, glistening slugs. Nobody seemed to want to touch him.

"We'd better get him to Hagrid's. He'll know what to do." Harry said to Alistair, Charlus, and Hermione, who all nodded bravely, and Harry and Charlus pulled Ron up by the arms.

"What happened, Charlus,Harry? What happened? Is he ill? Oh! What a wicked photo!" Collin Creevey had appeared out of thin air and was now taking photos of Ron's ill state.

And for the first time since Charlus met him he felt angry at Colin. Ron gave a huge heave and more slugs dribbled down his front.

"Oooh," Collin said fascinated and raised his camera again, "Can you hold him still, Charlus,Harry?" 

"No, Colin! Get out of the way! " Charlus and Harry shouted angrily in unison. The two of them supported Ron out of the courtyard and across the grounds towards the edge of the forest, while Hermione and Alistair followed quickly behind them.

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