History Can Change
The day after Christmas, Charles was woken by Hedwig smacking him with her wings. The Old Man had thrown her in.
He could only get up, take the owl to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, and cut up some beef to feed her.
Ever since Dumbledore had started visiting regularly, the refrigerator at 3 Privet Drive no longer contained meat of unknown origin, which left Charles rather depressed.
Harry's letter arrived, and he excitedly said that he had found the lightning inside his body yesterday afternoon. He had imitated the magic in the Chamber of Secrets, strengthening his body from within.
There had been results. The only problem was that he was full of energy at night and couldn't sleep, so he had put on the Invisibility Cloak and wandered around the castle. That was when he discovered a mirror in which he could see his family.
Charles wrote back, telling Harry to practice hard. The peace of the world would depend on him in the future.
For Charles, strengthening Harry would make it easier to put him in front when the sky came crashing down, while he...
At that moment, he suddenly remembered something. Voldemort seemed to be planning to cultivate his own forces. What if, when Double Socket returned, he gave Charles the title of Death Eater spy at Hogwarts?
Charles thought about it for a while, then set the matter aside. He would deal with it when the time came. There was something more important to do today.
He spent the entire day sitting in front of the television, switching only between news channels.
Late into the night, Jack sat down beside him at some point and patted him on the shoulder. "Looks like the history of this world is different from the one