"Is that how you see me?" Charlie said with deep pain.
"Can't I stab him twice for a friend, oh no, go through fire and water for a friend?"
"You saying that really hurts me." Charlie clutched his chest.
"I'm thinking about your safety."
Hermione stared at Charlie for a few seconds, finding the expression on his face excessively sincere.
The wariness in her heart loosened a bit.
"Alright, I believe you genuinely want to teach us this time." Hermione turned her face away, her voice softening.
"I misunderstood you just now, I'm sorry."
"But don't worry, I will definitely complete your teaching tasks diligently, and I'll let you check then."
Charlie smiled with satisfaction, saying nothing.
The train pulled into the station, and Harry and the other two followed Charlie off the train, taking a taxi to the Orphanage.
Actually, Charlie could have Apparated the three of them, but the process of Apparition was uncomfortable, and considering what they were about to face, it was better to let them enjoy a little more beauty.
Grandma White stood at the door, holding an apron, and smiled when she saw Charlie.
"Charlie, you're back." She saw the three children following behind Charlie, and her smile deepened.
"You even brought classmates back, come in quickly, it's cold outside."
Harry stepped forward and greeted politely:
"Hello, Grandma White."
He had visited once during the summer and had a very good impression of Grandma White.
"It's Harry." Grandma White clapped her hands.
"Come in, come in, I've prepared hot tea for you."
The group walked into the Orphanage, and the warmth of the heater enveloped them.
Charlie took off his coat and casually asked, "Grandma, was that box opened during the summer?"
Grandma White shook her head: "No, except for a big man who comes to feed Norbert every week, the box has basically never been opened."
That big man was, of course, Hagrid, who brought Norbert's food to the Orphanage every week.
Charlie nodded, led the three upstairs, and pushed open the room door.
The box was still in its original position.
Charlie opened the lid and was the first to jump in.
Harry and the other two followed.
Norbert, who was lying in the distance, immediately raised its head at the sound.
It saw Charlie, excitedly rushed over, its huge body leaving a series of footprints on the ground.
"Roar—"
Norbert lowered its head and rubbed its head against Charlie's chest.
Charlie was pushed back two steps and reached out to pat its nose.
"Alright, alright, stop messing around."
Judy swooped down from the sky, landing directly on Charlie's head, its claws gripping his hair tightly.
Charlie tried to pull it off, but Judy refused stubbornly.
Charlie just let it stay there.
Hermione and the other two were greatly astonished when they saw Norbert.
"It's grown so much."
Charlie soothed Norbert, then turned and walked towards an open space deep inside the box.
Harry and the other two followed.
Charlie stopped and turned around.
"I told you the incantation and trick for the Patronus Charm before, how have you been practicing?"
Hermione immediately raised her wand.
"Expecto Patronum!"
A puff of silver mist emerged from the tip of her wand, floated in the air for a few seconds, then dissipated.
Harry also raised his wand and recited it.
His mist was slightly fainter than Hermione's.
Ron raised his wand last.
"Expecto Patronum."
A faint wisp of silver smoke emerged from the tip of his wand, almost invisible.
Hermione looked at Ron triumphantly: "I told you to practice properly, but you didn't listen."
Ron's face flushed: "Didn't I successfully cast it?"
Charlie nodded: "It's alright, your foundations are already very solid, it's time to start further practice."
Ron immediately puffed out his chest and jutted his chin at Hermione.
"See, Charlie said my foundation is very solid."
Hermione pouted, said nothing, but looked at Charlie with some curiosity.
Charlie's Patronus was so powerful, how amazing would his teaching be? She was truly eager to start practicing.
Charlie took out a silver box from his pocket.
Ron stared at the box, suddenly having a bad feeling.
"Charlie, what is this?"
Charlie didn't answer, his finger on the latch of the box.
"Are you ready?"
"Wait—" Ron hadn't finished speaking.
Click.
The box opened.
Three Black figures rushed out of the box, instantly floating into the air.
Dementors.
Ron's face instantly turned pale.
"I think my foundation could be a bit more solid."
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