The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Tips for reading this article:

1. The fan fiction will contain private settings and ooc, so please do not read if you mind. The later plot will significantly change the original HP text.

2. It is assumed here that Bo-chan's name is Charles, and her brother's name is Eric, which means "eternal leader, eternal power."

3. It will smear Old Deng and Lion Academy. If you find it difficult to understand, please put yourself in the perspective of the student who is most likely to be implicated in the savior's various adventures. If you mind, please do not read it.

4. As for ky, just be happy. I hope you enjoy reading.

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The weather in the UK is always gray. There was a fog in the early morning. The huge manor hidden in the fog was like a beast crawling on the ground.

Living in the manor are Count Phantomhive and his family, who have been stationed on this land for generations. Unlike some nobles who have declined and had to sell their property and are left with only bare titles, Count Phantomhive, known as the "Queen's Foreign Dog", is the Queen's most trusted right-hand man and holds a pivotal position in this country.

Naturally, the Phantomhive family's dinner parties were always luxurious and lively, with ladies in gorgeous dresses swaying on the dance floor, well-dressed gentlemen and aristocrats holding crystal glasses and chatting, and the lights in the banquet hall were often on until dawn.

While people are jealous, hate and fear the cruel methods of the Earl, they will also try their best to get an invitation to the Phantomhive family banquet. This is a symbol of their status, and those who are qualified to enter the manor are naturally different from others.

The dinner was still going on. The heavy wooden door could easily block the faint music coming from the banquet hall so that it could not reach the ears of the young masters who had already returned to their bedrooms.

This is a room that looks a bit messy. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows are blocked by thick velvet curtains, the walls are covered with beautiful patterns made of expensive silk, and there are pillows scattered in twos and threes on the hand-woven cashmere carpet. On the small table in front of the window lies a half-played chess set by the owner, and on the matching chair lies a morning gown decorated with luxurious gems. There are also a few piles of books scattered in the corner.

In the center of the room was a four-poster bed with exquisite carvings. The dark blue bed curtains were dropped, and a small figure sank deeply into the soft bed. The quilt tucked under his arms rose and fell slowly with his breathing.

The boy had short dark blue hair and delicate and beautiful features, but there was a hint of sickness between his eyebrows and eyes, making him look like a fragile crystal doll.

Suddenly, the boy's steady breathing became rapid, his thin eyebrows were tangled together, and through his thin eyelids one could see his eyeballs rolling restlessly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was trying hard to open his eyes, but was unable to do so.

A little cold sweat broke out on the boy's fair forehead. His hair, wet with sweat, stuck to his face. He suddenly raised his slender arms into the air and waved them vigorously.

"don't want!!!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, his thin upper body almost bounced off the bed, and his chest hidden under his pajamas rose and fell violently with a force that seemed to tear his chest apart.

Another nightmare... The boy lay on his back on the bed, trying to calm his breathing. He clutched the quilt with one hand and raised the other hand slightly, covering his eyes with the back of his hand to block out the light from the table lamp outside the bed curtain.

The manor engulfed in flames, the painful wails of familiar faces, the smell of hot and stinking blood, the ugly faces of the nobles after they took off their masks, the dirty and disgusting hands that kept touching him... The nightmare that followed him like a shadow made him unbearable.

"Sebastian, bring in the milk." The boy spoke subconsciously, but was stunned the next second.

It’s been, half a month... He has been here for half a month.

He had clearly completed his revenge and willingly gave his soul to Sebastian according to the previous contract, but for some reason, when he opened his eyes again, he came to a place that did not belong to him.

Yes, even though his parents, brothers, and even the servants who took care of him were exactly the same as he remembered, Charles was very clear that this was no longer his original world.

A hundred years seemed to have passed, and the outside world had changed so much that it almost overturned all his past cognition. Not only that, although the status of the Phantomhive family had not changed, and the nobles they made friends with seemed to have not changed, the queen they were loyal to had changed from Queen Victoria to Queen Elizabeth.

So what about him? Ciel opened his eyes in confusion. Why was he here? Where did the original Ciel Phantomhive go? What should he do next?

There was no need to rack one's brains for revenge, no need to force a fake smile to maintain the face of the nobility, no need to exhaust one's energy in dealing with the assets of the Phantomhive family, and no need to play the fiancée trick with Liz anymore...

In fact, he felt guilty towards Liz before he died calmly. How sad Liz must be after learning the news of his death... But he really couldn't hold on any longer, and the devil with a contract would not give up the food in his mouth. Presumably, after his death, the Marquis of Midford would arrange a new marriage partner for her, right?

It's better this way. Liz was originally her brother's fiancée, and now she's just trying to set things right. After all, her brother has always taken good care of her.

But what should he do? He was used to being treated as the Count of Phantomhive, he was used to speaking with authority, he was used to knowing that no matter what happened, there was always a demon behind him who knew all his shame and was waiting for his orders, that demon would clear all obstacles for him and would personally put him on the throne...

Now, he is alone.

Although the day that made him despair had passed before he arrived, it did not mean that that thing would not happen again. There were always many people who coveted the status of the Phantomhive family and wanted to drag Phantomhive into the quagmire. Moreover, in this strange world, how should he continue to live as the second son of the Phantomhive family who had no inheritance rights and was sickly?

He had no intention of competing with his brother for the right of inheritance, but he would not be willing to be a weak and incompetent second son and live his whole life on the little property his parents had divided for him...

Those years of hardship had made Charles a man of swift and decisive character. He suddenly pulled open the bed curtain, and his beautiful blue eyes shone like stars under the light.

Maybe he should talk to his father.

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Count Vincent Phantomhive, who had just seen off his "close friends", met his sickly and taciturn youngest son outside the small hall that only specific people could enter.

The servant who was taking care of Ciel seemed to have neglected his duty.

"Charles," Vincent's eyes swept across the boy's slightly messy clothes, and he frowned imperceptibly, and deliberately softened his voice and asked, "Why haven't you gone to rest yet? Where is the servant who takes care of you?"

"Andy is going to rest," Charles looked steadily into Vincent's eyes, "Father, do you have time now? I think we need to talk."

The skinny boy, wearing ill-fitting clothes, blocked his father in the corridor in the early hours of the morning, with his chubby face raised, trying to talk to him seriously like a little adult...

Vincent wanted to laugh, but when he met the boy's overly serious eyes, he didn't laugh. This conversation was very important to the Phantomhive family... Vincent had a vague premonition.

"Of course, I still have about five minutes to spare." Vincent took out his pocket watch and took a look at it, then pushed open the door of the small hall behind him. "I think you should know that ignoring guests for too long is not the behavior of a qualified noble."

Charles stepped into this small hall which only the head of the Phantomhive family and those he personally invited were qualified to enter. The decoration and furnishings in the hall were exactly the same as those in the manor that belonged to him alone. While thinking about how to start the conversation, he found a familiar seat and sat down.

Vincent had just closed the door and turned around to see his youngest son sitting on the sofa that belonged to him in a very familiar manner.

This discovery made Vincent's eyes dim, and he began to look carefully at his second son, who was always introverted and weak, for the first time.

Of course Vincent had feelings for his children, but he was too busy serving the queen, shackled the arrogant nobles, and dealt with the huge and complicated industry of the Phantomhive family. The little attention he had was focused on his eldest son, who was lively and cheerful and could inherit his title. He actually had a very shallow impression of his second son. Now when he thought about it, it seemed that the only thing in his mind was the boy lying on the bed dying and the shy and timid smile he showed when facing him...

Cowardly... Vincent chewed on the word again and again, then looked at the boy whose aura clearly did not match this word, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He was not unfamiliar with the boy's aura, which was something that could only be cultivated by being in a high position for a long time. He kept his word and was decisive in killing.

But my impression of him is only "cowardly"...

Tsk, I don't know if he hid it too well, or if I really made a mistake. But if this kid has been able to hide his true identity until now, why did he suddenly reveal it? What exactly has changed? What does he want from me? In other words, what is his purpose?

If it's for the title or property of the Phantomhive family...

Vincent was still very satisfied with his eldest son whom he had raised personally, and had no intention of changing an heir. If his second son really had this plan, he didn't mind letting him suffer a little so that he would learn his lesson and not do anything wrong. There must be no internal strife in the Phantomhive family!

"Father," Charles bit his lower lip and finally made up his mind, "Do you believe that people can be reborn after death?"

“???” Vincent, who thought he was mentally prepared, was dumbfounded for a moment.