HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 65: Halloween incident! ] (Patreon)

Making their way out of the classroom, the two wizards made small talk.

It wasn't until they reached the second floor did Flitwick finally ask what was on his mind, "So tell me Mr. Bell have you been keeping up with your sword play recently?"

The sound of footsteps behind him stopped momentarily before quickly resuming.

Charles gave a sigh of defeat, "I should have known better than to think I could fool you Professor. I was so sure I had gotten past all of the security charms too."

"I'm surprised you were able to recognize and avoid many of them as well," Flitwick said, praising, "you might have a knack for curse breaking in the future."

"Thank you… I think. So, what gave me away?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, don't want to give away all my tricks," the professor grinned, thinking about the pressure detection charm he placed on the common room rug.

"Oh well, worth a try," the boy said with a shrug, "So am I in trouble?"

"Well normally you would, but I understand the circumstances behind your actions, so I'll only advise you not to do it again, or at the very least not get caught."

"That's very kind of you sir."

The part goblin wizard shook his head, "There's no need, it was partially our fault for letting the events transpire as they did. Though I must say you seem well put together now."

"I am, or that's what I'd like to believe. Ms. Emily, the orphanage Matron, had me go to a specialist after I told her about the Halloween incident," the boy said with a wince, apparently still not over it completely.

"I take it she didn't take it very well," he guessed.

"I doubt many parents would be thrilled at having their children almost crushed by a troll. I'm actually really grateful to Ms. Emily, despite the orphanage not having much in the way of money she still insisted I go to a professional."

"I suppose you're right. So, you went to a specialist you say."

"Yes, a therapist, they helped me work out some of my thoughts on the matter. They suggest that I find a hobby to take my mind off such things."

Nodding to himself Flitwick internally agreed, after the war he had found himself unable to settle down, always on edge expecting another attack. He took up knitting as a result, but when that didn't pan out, he found that metal working suited him more. He'd gotten better but there were still days when he would find himself going through old combat maneuvers. "Have you found one you like?"

Charles stopped to adjust the books with one hand as the other reached into his book bag and pulled out a book.

"500 Pastime Activities: Finding the right hobby for you," the professor read the title, "Ho? Have you found one you like?"

Putting the book back, Charles continued to walk, "Well, none yet. Currently I'm trying my hand at puppetry and a bit of fencing. I also bought a book on magic crafting and dueling."

"Are you thinking of getting into the dueling circuit too?" Flitwick asked, his curiosity peaked.

"I haven't really thought that far ahead, I just hoped it would be better if I learned to protect myself?"

"…You know, I used to be a Dueling Champion back in my day. If you ever find yourself in need of help, my door is always open," the small professor offered kindly, receiving a broad smile from the boy.

"Thank you Professor, I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Remember Mr. Bell, there is nothing wrong with asking for help," he said, taking out his wand and levitating the books in Charles' hands.

"Huh? Oh. I didn't even notice we were here already," Charles said looking at the entrance to the library.

"I thank you once more for helping me, 5 points to Ravenclaw," he said twirling his wand in the air, "No I suggest you go get back to your friends, I'm sure they are waiting for you."

"Okay. Goodbye Professor."

"Goodbye, Mr. Bell," he said, watching as the young Ravenclaw disappeared down the stairs. He was happy to see that Charles had gotten the help he needed.

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Ravenclaw Tower:-

"Soo, what did Flitwick want?" Padma asked me as soon as I stepped through the door.

They were all gathered inside of the boy's dorms, it had become our group's unofficial gathering spot seeing as the boys couldn't enter the girl's wing.

"Huh? Oh, nothing, he just wanted me to carry some books to the library for him," I told them, casually throwing my bag on my bed. Internally I congratulated myself at managing to get an open invitation for some dueling practice from Flitwick.

"That's good," she said before looking at her watch, "Well we have the rest of the day off, do you guys want to do something."

"Library?" Anthony offered, from his spot on the ground.

"I don't feel like getting back to studying just yet," Lisa muttered with a yawn before laying face down on the bed.

"Gasp! And you can yourself a Ravenclaw," Terry said dramatically, getting a pillow to the face for his troubles.

"I have some comics we could read, I got them from some of the older kids at the orphanage," I told them as I placed my fingers next to my mouth and gave a loud whistle. Hermes appeared seconds later flapping his tiny wings carrying my top hat. "Thank you, Hermes."

Reaching into the depth of my hat I magically pulled out a stack of comic books.

The guys grinned as they took a comic from the pile and returned to their previous positions.

The girls however didn't look equally as excited, except for Mandy Brocklehurst who also took a comic. "Charles, don't you have anything else in that hat," Lisa asked.

"Let me check," I told her as I gave the hat a shake and reached inside again.