Early the next morning, Charlie rushed straight to the Headmasters Office, intending to consult Dumbledore for his opinion.
What?
Wasn't he afraid Dumbledore would explode over yesterday's events?
Let him explode, Dumbledore was the one who sent us, we're in the right, what is there to fear?
Arriving at the entrance to the Headmasters Office, Charlie asked the gargoyle to open the door.
Today's password was "Giant Cockroach Pile."
It was hard to imagine Dumbledore eating giant cockroaches.
The gargoyle didn't move.
Charlie frowned, "Did the password change?"
The gargoyle glanced at him, "The Headmaster is not here.
He went to the Ministry of Magic to handle some matters."
Charlie understood immediately; it was likely about yesterday's events.
"However, the Headmaster asked me to tell you," the gargoyle said slowly.
"He doesn't particularly want to see you right now.
Just go do whatever you need to do."
Charlie frowned.
If I knew what I should do next, why would I come and ask you?
That rotten old man, unreliable at the critical moment.
Charlie stood at the entrance for a moment, thought about it, and decided to go to the Great Hall for breakfast first.
Since Dumbledore wasn't around, waiting was useless anyway.
Quite a few students were already eating in the Great Hall.
Charlie walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Harry."
Charlie sat down next to him and pulled the Invisibility Cloak from his robes.
Harry was stunned for a moment, took the Invisibility Cloak, put it silently into his bag without asking anything.
Charlie picked up a piece of toast and had just taken a bite when the door of the Great Hall was pushed open.
Snape walked in.
He expressionlessly scanned the Great Hall.
Harry and Ron immediately sat up straight, looking straight ahead, terrified of being caught doing anything wrong.
Snape walked to the Gryffindor table and stopped.
He looked at Harry and Ron, his voice icy, "Potter and Weasley failed to greet a Professor.
Two points from Gryffindor."
"What??"
Ron's eyes widened.
"What is it you wish to say, Mr. Weasley?"
Snape looked down at him.
Harry and Ron gritted their teeth, itching with fury.
Snape withdrew his gaze, pulled a small vial from his robes, and handed it to Charlie.
Charlie took the vial.
Inside was a golden liquid, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
"What is this?"
"Felix Felicis," Snape said expressionlessly.
"It can increase your luck, allowing you to achieve twice the result with half the effort, and succeed more easily."
"It can also provide you with inspiration when you don't know what to do.
Dumbledore asked me to give it to you."
Charlie was ecstatic.
Wasn't this exactly what he desperately needed right now.
Charlie had no confidence in the steps he needed to take next.
And whether the Felix Felicis provided inspiration or increased luck, it would be extremely useful for what came next.
Dumbledore had Snape give this to me?
It had to be Headmaster Dumbledore; he handled things meticulously and thoroughly.
Charlie was about to ask carefully if Dumbledore had said anything else.
But before Charlie could speak, Snape had already turned and left.
Ron and Harry exchanged glances and spoke almost simultaneously.
"Charlie, don't drink it!"
"Snape is definitely trying to poison you!"
Charlie glanced at them, ignoring the two goofballs.
He put away the Felix Felicis, gathered all the time-turners, and headed straight for the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor.
After walking past the wall three times, Charlie silently wished, "I need a room where I won't be disturbed."
A door appeared.
Pushing the door open, he found a spacious room with bare walls, containing only a table and a chair placed in the very center.
Charlie walked in and closed the door behind him.
He took out the Felix Felicis, twisted off the stopper, and drank it in one gulp.
The golden liquid slid down his throat, carrying a strange warmth.
Charlie felt his mind clear completely, his thoughts more active than ever before.
He sat down on the chair and placed the eight time-turners on the table.
How to rescue Hermione?
Charlie closed his eyes, letting his thoughts flow.
Various ideas flashed through his mind, only to be rejected one by one.
Just then, a sudden impulse surged into his heart.
Charlie opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on one of the time-turners.
He wanted to crush it.
Was this the effect of the Felix Felicis?
Charlie picked up that time-turner, hesitating for two seconds.
Since eight was plenty, there was no harm in trying.
Charlie's right hand transformed into a dragon claw, and he fiercely crushed one time-turner.
Crack.
The golden hourglass shattered, and a massive surge of energy burst out instantly.
Charlie's heart tightened.
Magic surged out, enveloping the energy.
The energy frantically tried to escape, as if attempting to break free from the restraint.
Charlie gritted his teeth, his magic continuously contracting, squeezing inward toward the center.
The energy was compressed, its volume shrinking.
But the resistance grew stronger, threatening to rupture the magical constraint.
Beads of sweat broke out on Charlie's forehead.
Squeeze harder!
The magic continued to contract.
The energy vibrated violently, emitting a high-pitched hum.
Just when Charlie felt strained and was about to give up.
Boom!
The energy exploded.
Charlie's magic was scattered by the blast, but he himself was completely unharmed.
The shockwave from the energy explosion spread from his palm, but passed through his body, through the table, and through the entire room.
This energy could not harm the material world at all.
Charlie stared at the spot in mid-air, where a faint, barely visible crack had appeared.
A sudden realization dawned on him.
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