Hearing Charle's words, the expressions of the few young wizards nearby became quite strange.
The Black Lake in their view was bottomless, as if countless monsters were hidden within.
On the train to Hogwarts, they had heard some older students excitedly talk about many rumors about Hogwarts.
The Black Lake's appearance frequency in these rumors was consistently high.
Now Charle actually said the Black Lake was like a big hot pot?
How greedy must he be?
Ron couldn't help but let out a chuckle, looking at Harry Potter and Hermione, his expression clearly conveying a message.
"This is the most talented and outstanding student from the Muggle world you were talking about?"
"Doesn't look very smart."
Hermione, with a hint of worry, advised Charle.
"I heard that some mountains and lakes in the magical world have special magic, and the Black Lake at Hogwarts is one of them."
"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you, Charle, maybe don't look at the Black Lake for too long?"
Charle just smiled at this, looking in the direction of the Black Lake, licking his lips, and said faintly.
"It's okay."
"After all, is there a possibility that I am the abyss?"
As he said this, Charle couldn't help but lightly tap his wand a few times.
Streaks of time and space markers burst from the tip of the wand, instantly appearing beneath the Black Lake, landing on the aquatic magical creatures.
"This one looks tender and suitable for steaming."
"This big octopus is great, just slice it raw for sashimi."
"This big fish is a bit old, stew it in soy sauce and make do..."
As Charle muttered to himself, Hermione and Harry Potter were bewildered, completely unaware of what Charle was doing.
Ron, on the other hand, showed an expression of seeing through everything, and a guess had already formed in his mind.
"Just putting on airs."
"It seems this Charle Evans has discovered he has no talent in magic, but he can't let go of his reputation and face among Muggle students, so he's pretending to be profound here."
"Look, he's waving his wand and nothing is happening, isn't that just like me?"
Thinking of this, the frustration from failing to use magic on the Hogwarts Express earlier and being laughed at by Hermione vanished in an instant, turning into a sense of superiority from seeing through the truth.
Ron couldn't help but look forward to a good show.
"After school starts, maybe this Muggle genius won't perform as well as me!"
At this moment, Hagrid's shout came from not far away, telling the young wizards to board the wooden boats to cross the Black Lake.
Hermione still wanted Charle to take a boat with them, but Charle directly refused.
Are you kidding me? Just being pestered by Hermione and the others for this short while, their chattering was almost driving Charle crazy.
He could confirm again that he didn't like children at all.
Whether it was the Savior Trio or any other children.
Even if you were incredibly popular in the original work, or some stunningly beautiful Hogwarts school belle, sorry, right now you're just a childish little brat, stay away!
Charle walked to the shore of the Black Lake alone, directly turning a floating piece of wood into a wooden boat, easily and leisurely crossing the Black Lake.
Meanwhile, on another boat, Ron was still talking about Charle, and seemed to be arguing with Hermione.
"What if he's a genius at a Muggle school, we're at Hogwarts, this is a school of magic, is he necessarily great?"
"You all saw it, how silly he looked just now."
"Also, he waved his wand so many times, what was the effect? Nothing!"
Ron's face was full of disdain.
"We just invited him to take a boat with us, and he refused us like we were the plague."
"Does he think he's amazing?"
"Just putting on airs!"
"Harry is the most amazing, he's the Boy Who Lived, some people say he defeated the mysterious person!"
Hermione bit back.
"I know Charle Evans, he's a genius, maybe even more of a genius than Headmaster Dumbledore, he can learn things in a short time that others need years to learn, Ron, you haven't seen Charle's performance, you can't understand!"
"His actions must have a deeper meaning, Ron, you just don't understand!"
Ron said unconvinced.
"More of a genius than Headmaster Dumbledore? Hermione, you have no idea what you're talking about."
"Besides, Harry is the most powerful young wizard recognized in the magical world, he's the Boy Who Lived, some people say he defeated the mysterious person, can Charle be more powerful than Harry, can he defeat the mysterious person?"
Seeing Ron and Hermione arguing until their faces were red, Harry Potter looked embarrassed and said in a low voice.
"Keep it down, we're almost there."
"Are we going to have the Sorting Ceremony when we get there?"
"Have you thought about how to deal with the Sorting Ceremony? They're not really going to make us fight some monsters, are they?"
At this point, Ron and Hermione's argument finally came to an end, and they both began to worry about the legendary incredibly bloody and cruel Sorting Ceremony that was about to take place.
After the boats docked, this feeling of worry spread among the young wizards like a contagion.
Only Charle was completely unconcerned about these things.
At this moment, his full attention was drawn to Hogwarts nearby.
As he got closer, he could feel the ubiquitous magic filling the castle.
It was no exaggeration to say that even the bricks of the castle walls should contain magic.
In Charle's opinion, the entire Hogwarts was simply a huge delicacy. Just finding a brick and taking a few sips could give him a lot of points!
He roughly estimated that, not counting the books, Horcruxes, Basilisk, etc. inside Hogwarts, just the castle itself and its accompanying defensive magic could potentially provide more deduction points than the Sea of Dragon Blood in Romania!
Thinking of this, Charle's breathing couldn't help but quicken a bit. He took out his Mithril Wand and had an impulse to stamp a big [Demolish] character on the clock tower of Hogwarts.
Just then, a surprised cry interrupted Charle's action.
The cry came from Professor McGonagall, who had come to welcome the new students to the Sorting Ceremony.
As a master in the field of Transfiguration, she could tell at a glance that the wooden boat Charle was riding in was not one issued by Hogwarts, but one transformed by Transfiguration.
Professor McGonagall quickly walked through the crowd, examining the wooden boat Charle was in, and did not spare her words of praise.
"Perfect Transfiguration!"
"Transforming a piece of wood into a wooden boat, both in terms of functionality and texture, it's exactly the same as a real one. Charle, you actually crossed the Black Lake in it."
"Even the older students can't do what you did, it's incredible!"
Professor McGonagall's cry attracted the attention of the young wizards, and even their nervous emotions were temporarily diluted.
"Transfiguration?"
"That wooden boat was actually transformed using Transfiguration?"
"You're kidding, aren't you? Didn't they say Transfiguration is the most difficult magic subject? My brother told me that in the first year, it's already excellent if you can turn a match into a needle."
"That young wizard, he turned wood into a boat?"
"He hasn't even started school yet, is this guy about to graduate?"
"No, is Hogwarts this competitive?"
In the crowd, Ron's eyes widened, and his face turned red.
Hermione, on the other hand, was beaming, as if she had performed this Transfiguration herself, and glared at Ron in a defiant manner.
Professor McGonagall looked at Charle at this moment, liking him more and more the more she looked.
Such a young wizard with sacred attribute magic and such talent in Transfiguration, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't come to Gryffindor?
"If the Sorting Ceremony hadn't started yet, Mr. Charle, for this bit of Transfiguration alone, I would definitely add fifty points to your House."
Charle showed a smile, but sighed in his heart.
No, what's the benefit of adding points?
Isn't it just the little red flowers given out in kindergarten in my previous life?
As for the House Cup, that's just a big award certificate.
Perhaps the children would enjoy it, but Charle was really not interested.
At this time, he reminded Professor McGonagall.
"Professor, is the Sorting Ceremony about to begin?"
Professor McGonagall then snapped back from her admiration of Charle's Transfiguration and quickly led the young wizards towards the Great Hall.
Charle walked among the crowd, with curious gazes cast from all around, and occasional whispers, making him feel like a socialite in a line of elementary school students leaving school.
He could only quicken his pace with a poker face, while silently saying in his heart.
I must apply to skip most of the courses.
Otherwise, if I have to attend classes and live with them for the next few years, I'd rather eat a hundred pounds of dragon dung!
Fortunately, after entering the Great Hall, the worry and nervousness about the Sorting Ceremony filled the hearts of every young wizard, and no one had the leisure to pay attention to others.
As for the older students who were already seated, their eyes were all without exception cast towards Harry Potter, excitedly whispering and discussing which House Harry Potter would go to.
Soon, the Sorting Ceremony officially began, and the Sorting Hat appeared before the young wizards.
The first young wizard was called by name.
"Hannah Abbott!"
Hannah, the granddaughter of Old Tom from the Leaky Cauldron, who had also delivered food to Charle several times, turned red in the face and stumbled towards the Sorting Hat.
The moment the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, it blurted out, "Hufflepuff."
A round of applause erupted from the Hufflepuff table, welcoming Hannah Abbott.
After that, there was round after round of applause.
When Harry Potter put on the Sorting Hat, causing it to fall into a long silence before finally choosing Gryffindor, the applause from Gryffindor was so loud it seemed like it would lift the dome off.
The Weasley twins were still whooping and cheering.
"We've got Potter!"
"We've got Potter!"
As the applause gradually died down, another name was called out.
"Charle Evans!"
At this moment, the young wizards who had just heard Professor McGonagall praise Charle, as well as many professors on the staff table, turned their gazes towards him.
A hint of anticipation even appeared on Dumbledore's face.
He already knew what Charle had just done; that was quite an impressive mastery of Transfiguration.
He hadn't taught Charle Transfiguration, which meant Charle had learned it entirely on his own, proving that Charle's magical talent was even higher than Dumbledore had initially estimated.
This way, the enforcer he had prepared for Harry Potter would be even more powerful, and he believed he could play a huge role in the fight against evil.
Quirrell also shifted his gaze from Harry Potter and fixed it on Charle.
Voldemort hissed in his mind.
"Look at Dumbledore's disgusting gaze on Charle. That old man must be trying to turn this young wizard into a pawn again."
"Heh, I'm going to make Charle my person instead, and make him willingly enter the realm of dark magic."
Under these gazes, Charle calmly walked to the front of the Sorting Hat.
He knew the principle behind the Sorting Hat's sorting; it was similar to Legilimency, allowing the Sorting Hat to judge a person's character through some thoughts.
"If I use Occlumency, the Sorting Hat won't be able to read any information."
"Forget it, I'll just let go a little and finish this ceremony quickly."
So the next moment, Charle reached out and put on the Sorting Hat.
And the first thought the Sorting Hat read was—
"This hat looks quite old. How would it taste cooked?"
"How about chopping it into large pieces and stir-frying it with some spicy crayfish seasoning? They say that stuff tastes good even dipped with shoe soles, so it should be good with a hat too, right?"
"Hiss, I'm craving it..."
The Sorting Hat's expression instantly froze, and then as it saw the images of it being fried, stir-fried, and deep-fried appearing in Charle's mind, its expression gradually turned to horror.
The next moment, a piercing scream erupted from the Sorting Hat's mouth, sharp enough to pierce the sky.
The Sorting Hat shrieked hysterically.
"Azkaban!"
"It must be Azkaban!"
"Someone, quick, someone take me off this young wizard's head, this Sorting Hat is in mortal danger!"
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