"Dumbledore, I still can't believe you actually agreed to let someone that young become a Hogwarts professor. If he'd gone through normal schooling, he probably wouldn't have even graduated yet."
The moment Charles left, all the portraits in the Headmaster's office opened their eyes and began muttering among themselves. It seemed that not only Snape, but all the former headmasters had their reservations about this decision.
"No—seventh year," Dumbledore corrected mildly. "He graduated this June."
"Ah, that boy. I remember him," sneered Phineas Nigellus Black. "Not pure-blood, not even half-blood—and yet the Sorting Hat put him in Slytherin. I always thought it made a mistake. And now look at him—he's turned the entire Ministry upside down, hasn't he? Hardly different from the Dark Lord himself. And he's only seventeen."
It was clear Phineas had taken a dislike to Charles Gold from the start, trying to equate him with Voldemort in hopes of making Dumbledore reconsider.
In truth, he would have welcomed another genius from Slytherin—if only that genius hadn't been a Muggle-born wizard.
"Dumbledore," said Dilys Derwent, "though Phineas is an insufferable man most of the time, I'm afraid I must agree with him on this occasion."
Derwent had been not only a former Hogwarts Headmistress but also the chief Healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and her portrait still hung in its corridors. Because of that, she had seen firsthand the number of people Charles had injured.
"Over fifty wounded, Dumbledore!"
"And half of them Aurors," added Phineas smugly—making sure it didn't sound like a disgrace to pure-bloods.
"Merlin's beard, how did he manage that? Has he surpassed even you?"
"I thought his wand had been snapped!"
"…" The portraits all began talking at once.
"Yes, but he made a new one," Dumbledore said quietly. "Sixteen inches, yew wood, with a tail feather of Ho-Oh as its core."
"Yew wood—and a Phoenix tail feather? My word, he truly is the Dark Lord reborn!" exclaimed Phineas. "I can't believe you would give him one of Fawkes's feathers!"
"It's from Ho-Oh, Phineas," Dumbledore corrected with a faint smile. "A most beautiful wand. Only someone truly brave and righteous could wield it."
Under Professor McGonagall's guidance, Charles found his new office.
Before the school term officially began, there was much to prepare—meeting the other professors, setting up his lesson plans…
But before that came something else.
[Charles Gold][LV: 55][Abilities: Libero, Disguise][Moves: Flamethrower, Slash, Calm Mind, Quick Attack, Protect, Dynamic Punch][Items: Rainbow Wand (Magic Power + Recovery Boost), Flame Orb, Pokéblock Case, Poké Ball][Pokémon: Charizard LV52, Pikachu LV47, Venusaur LV46, Gengar LV49, Pidgeot LV48…][Pokémon Popularity: 14% / Pokédex Completion: 90 Entries]
As a transmigrator, Charles had once believed his "golden finger" was simply his innate talent. By his second year at Hogwarts, wand in hand, his "Wizard's Iaido" techniques had left even the cockiest Slytherins utterly humiliated.
He thought he would keep soaring upward forever—until, in third year, the pure-bloods schemed against him.
To be fair, Charles had indeed grown arrogant in his own gifts. He'd broken more wizarding laws than he cared to count. Sure, some charges were fabricated by pure-bloods, but others… well, those were entirely his fault.
Especially the Statute of Secrecy.
Still, Charles had never cared much for the Ministry's laws. It wasn't as if he'd murdered anyone—at worst, he'd gone a little overboard defending himself.
But so what?
Everyone knew how wizarding society worked—it was all just a game of "don't get caught."
If you weren't caught, you weren't guilty.
That was where he'd gone wrong. He thought he couldn't be caught—but he had overestimated himself. Against the calculated schemes of the pure-blood families, he was expelled, his wand snapped, and sent on an all-expenses-paid trip to Azkaban.
In truth, if Dumbledore had refused to approve the expulsion, the school board wouldn't have dared. But at the time, Charles's System had just appeared, requiring him to travel before it could activate—so he simply nodded and left Hogwarts of his own accord.
As for his wand—there was no saving it. Dumbledore was never one to cling to power, and the pure-bloods had prepared their "irrefutable evidence" well in advance.
Why did they go to such lengths to destroy him? At first, it was just bullying and retaliation between students. But later, the pure-bloods began to fear the rise of another Dumbledore—or worse, another Dark Lord.
Especially one who came from the Muggle world.
After his expulsion and broken wand, the System finally unlocked—not a Wizard System, but a Pokémon Master System. But to activate it fully, he first had to travel through the wizarding world for three years.
That time had been rough. At first, he survived with a stolen wand that barely worked, scraping by day after day. Later, he taught himself wandmaking.
From that point on, Charles often reflected on his past and came to one conclusion—he had been too weak.
If the Charles from four years ago had possessed the power he held now, all those so-called laws would have meant nothing. Look at him now—after flattening half the Ministry and grinding those rotten pure-bloods beneath his heel, he was still sitting here, perfectly fine.
Dozens of Aurors had fallen to him. Many people now wondered—had Charles Gold already reached Dumbledore's level?
The answer: of course not!
Not yet—and still far from it.
According to his System's metrics, he was Level 55. He estimated that the four Heads of Houses at Hogwarts were between Level 45 and 55. Ordinary Aurors ranged from 40 to 45, with a few on par with the professors.
Dumbledore, though, was likely near Level 70—and with the Elder Wand, even stronger.
Of course, those were just measures of magical power, not actual combat ability. In terms of pure battle prowess, Charles stood shoulder to shoulder with Hogwarts's Heads.
And when it came to real fights—awareness, experience, tactics—Charles had the edge.
After all, he wasn't just a wizard. He had the physical power of a Pokémon Trainer—augmented by Aura and battle instincts.
That was how he'd taken down so many Aurors: letting his Pokémon provide cover fire, while he himself struck with blinding precision. A flash of Flash, a burst of Quick Attack movement, followed by a lightning-fast Slash and a devastating Dynamic Punch combo—leaving even seasoned Aurors unable to react.
His body rivaled that of magical beasts, enough to make veteran wizards break down in despair.
And with the Rainbow Wand amplifying both his power and recovery, most spells either fizzled against his enormous special defense—or were simply nullified by Protect.
Frankly, it worked far better than any Protego charm ever could.
Heh. So much for magic being "refined."
(End of Chapter)