Why Didn't She Say Gringotts Was Robbed by Charle Too?

The following noon, inside the Leaky Cauldron.

A letter from Romania was delivered to Charle's room, clearly marked "Urgent."

Charle eagerly tore open the letter and found an exquisite sheet of stationery adorned with gilded lettering inside.

The contents were simple.

"Dear Mr. Charle Evans, esteemed partner of the Romanian Dragon Reserve, it is our great honor to serve you."

"The ten dragons you requested are being processed urgently: Hungarian Horntails, Australian Opaleyes, Welsh Greens... They are expected to be delivered by designated personnel this afternoon."

"Thank you for your order. At the same time every month henceforth, we will deliver materials from ten dragons to you."

"You have become a Gold Card VIP of the Romanian Dragon Reserve. Should you visit Romania in the future, you may use this Gold Card to enjoy premium services throughout Romania."

"..."

Seeing the contents of the letter, Charle's eyes lit up with delight.

When he had ordered dragons from the Romanian Dragon Reserve, he had still been worried whether the Ministry of Magic would reimburse such an enormous bill.

In his view, even if Fudge approved the reimbursement, he would definitely come asking questions.

But Charle had not expected it to be reimbursed already.

Without even asking a single question?

Charle took a deep breath and sighed again.

"Minister Fudge, what a good man. He truly keeps his word!"

Just for reimbursing this expense, Charle decided that anyone who wanted Fudge removed from office in the future would be making an enemy of him.

Anyone could step down, but Fudge absolutely could not!

If Fudge left, where would Charle find all those reimbursements he needed?

As he sighed, Charle took out the Dragon Blood he had obtained from the Ukrainian Ironbelly at Gringotts.

When he had completed the Magical Animagus Transformation before, Deep Blue had used nearly half a bottle to analyze draconic magic. He now had four and a half bottles left.

Through the glass bottles, he could see that the Dragon Blood still retained an extremely high temperature, even bubbling away.

This was proof that it still contained abundant magic and remained very fresh.

After some more time passed, the Dragon Blood would gradually congeal and dry up, losing its vivid scarlet sheen, while most of its magic would dissipate.

To Charle, that meant a massive reduction in Deduction Points.

So he did not hesitate. He pulled out the stoppers and poured the scalding Dragon Blood into his mouth.

As several large bottles of Dragon Blood went down his throat, Deep Blue's dense stream of notifications rang out once more, and his total Deduction Points began climbing again.

Watching the total rise, the delight in Charle's eyes deepened.

This was much faster than he had expected.

It also meant that the magic within that Ukrainian Ironbelly exceeded Charle's estimates.

It seemed that the older these Magical Creatures were, the more powerful the magic within them became.

"By that logic, the Deduction Points the Millennial Basilisk can provide may also exceed my estimates."

Charle could not help licking his lips.

By then, as Deep Blue digested the several bottles of Dragon Blood, Charle's total Deduction Points had leaped from 670,000 to 750,000.

The anticipation in his eyes grew even stronger.

"Just a few bottles of Dragon Blood from a Ukrainian Ironbelly provided this many Deduction Points."

"Other dragons may possess far less magic than it does, but they are dragons all the same."

"And the goods I ordered from the dragon reserve include more than just Dragon Blood. There's dragon meat, dragon hearts, dragon scales, and more. I didn't even let dragon dung escape me."

"Once I digest all the materials from these ten dragons, surpassing a million Deduction Points will be effortless. I might even soar past 1.5 million!"

"Add in the dragon materials Romania will send each month from now on, and I should have enough Deduction Points for quite some time."

Thinking of that, Charle was in high spirits. He even began humming a tune as he prepared to eat something properly and wait for the dragon materials to be delivered.

Then Charle's gaze shifted and landed on one of the rooms in the suite.

The door to that room was open, and there was nothing inside.

Charle froze for a moment, suddenly remembering that he seemed to have forgotten something.

After robbing Knockturn Alley, while digesting his gains, he had tied Tonks up tightly and locked her in that room. He had even given her a physical Stunning Spell.

After that, he had completely forgotten about her. First, he had followed Quirrell and Voldemort to rob Gringotts, then he had studied the Magical Animagus. Nearly three days had already passed.

And now Tonks was gone?

Had she escaped?

Charle frowned, but soon relaxed.

If she had run, then she had run. It was a little troublesome, and it might expose the fact that Charle could easily defeat ordinary dark wizards and plunder Knockturn Alley, but Tonks had not seen his secrets or trump cards. The situation could not get much worse.

Charle calmed down.

"Looks like the physical Stunning Spell isn't very stable."

"When I have spare points, I can invest some in the Stunning Spell to make sure this doesn't happen again."

He checked the time.

Romania's delivery of dragon materials was almost due.

That was what mattered most to Charle.

He did not want to miss the best "tasting period" for these dragon ingredients. Otherwise, the lost Deduction Points would truly make his heart bleed!

At that moment.

Inside the Minister of Magic's office, Tonks, her face haggard and despairing, stumbled in.

The past three days had been like a nightmare to Tonks.

She swore that even being confined in Snape's dungeon was nothing compared to these past few days.

Snape?

He was far too gentle!

He was not even worthy of carrying shoes for the demon Charle Evans!

Every second she had been locked in that room had felt as long as a century to Tonks.

But she had never given up struggling.

Moreover, Charle had been busy practicing the Magical Animagus and had not reinforced the Transfiguration ropes binding her. As time passed, Tonks eventually managed to break free from them.

Only then did Tonks find an opportunity to escape.

Remembering everything that had happened recently, Tonks gasped for breath. If she had not been strong enough, she feared she would have already broken down into hysterical tears.

Then, after calming herself, determination appeared in Tonks's eyes.

She felt that she had to report everything about Charle Evans to the Ministry of Magic.

Immediately afterward, Tonks began describing in detail everything she had seen and heard regarding Charle.

As Fudge and several advisers listened to Tonks's account in the office, their expressions gradually changed.

One adviser could not help wanting to interrupt, but Fudge waved a hand, signaling for them to record Tonks's statement.

After Tonks had recounted everything she witnessed in Knockturn Alley, Fudge wore a gentle expression.

"Poor child. Strong child. You've truly suffered."

"Alright, it's all over now. I'll arrange some time off for you to recuperate. Go to St. Mungo's Hospital and recover properly."

"Come. I'll have several Aurors accompany you there."

Tonks took a deep breath, and her emotions finally settled. Accompanied by several Aurors, she left the Minister's office.

At that point, the adviser beside Fudge could no longer hold it in.

"Minister, she's spouting utter nonsense!"

Fudge sneered.

"Do you think I don't know that?"

"What kind of deranged nonsense was that?"

"An eleven-year-old little wizard who hasn't even started school yet, with Transfiguration skills beyond imagination, and so utterly insane that he single-handedly plundered all of Knockturn Alley, planting dark wizards in the dirt like potatoes?"

"Why didn't she say Gringotts was robbed by that little wizard Charle too?"