The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Draco held out a two-sided mirror and handed it to Charles. Facing Charles's surprised look, the platinum boy raised his chin and said in an arrogant tone: "Father said you are leaving soon. If you encounter any problems, come to me. You are someone who was personally taught by my father. Don't lose the Malfoy name outside."

The two-sided mirror is a valuable magic prop in the wizarding world and is worth a lot of money. Apart from Draco, who has been loved since childhood, I am afraid no one would be willing to give it away casually. Charles was stunned for a moment, and seeing that Draco began to secretly look at his face because of this pause, he couldn't help but smile. He took the two-sided mirror and put it in his pocket, and said to the platinum-haired boy: "Of course, if I encounter something I don't know, I will definitely look for you first."

Draco's eyes lit up, and he looked a little excited, and even his ears were flushed. He had never learned how to express his kindness properly, and even when he spoke with good intentions, he could not help but sound condescending. In fact, he regretted what he said just now, but fortunately, Charles was not angry with him.

"Well, don't forget to contact me."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it." Ciel was willing to accept the friendship of this young master and was happy to maintain this friendship. On the one hand, he had no ill feelings towards Draco, and on the other hand, if nothing unexpected happened, the Malfoys and the Phantomhive family would be closely linked for a long time in the future because of interests. It would never hurt to establish a good relationship with Malfoy's future heir in advance, not to mention that he was quite interested in the rich collection of books in Malfoy Manor.

Of course, this behavior of weighing the pros and cons does not mean that Charles only has some intentions towards Draco and has no sincerity. In fact, in his opinion, friendship with interests is far more stable than empty "friendship". Charles does not like to waste too much energy on things that have no results.

After becoming the Count of Phantomhive, he had long been accustomed to calculating everything in order to gain a foothold among the nobles as soon as possible. Weighing the gains and losses had become Charles' instinct, just like the contract that the devil had placed on him, which was still deeply imprinted in his soul even after the broken shell was peeled off.

Charles raised his hand and touched his right eye socket. He seemed to have rarely remembered the dark demon. The maddening pain in his memory seemed to have completely left him.

"Ciel?" Draco, who had walked to the door at some point, turned around and called Ciel.

"what happened?"

"We're going to play Quidditch. Father just bought me a new broom. You can use the one I received last year."

"...Okay." Although he was not very interested in the sport of running around with a broom, it was normal for friends to give in occasionally...right?

The cheerful shouts of the boys soon rang out in the magnificent and solemn Malfoy Manor. The sound reached the ears of Lucius who was in the study. He walked to the window, his eyes fell on the excited face of Draco and paused.

It seemed like he hadn't seen his son so happy for a long time. Well, Lucius knew that his son had become an arrogant, selfish fool who liked to cause trouble everywhere because of his doting, but he always felt that Draco was still young and children should live happily. If the Malfoy family couldn't even handle the little troubles caused by Draco with their current power, then he would be too derelict in his duty as a father.

He could wait until Draco grew up to teach him about the twists and turns between the nobles. He had originally thought so, but...

Lucius's eyes moved to Ciel, who was hovering in the air on his broom. He thought about the scheming skills this child had shown, and then thought about the self-torturing training method when he was teaching him to practice spells...

This silly dad who always thought his son was the best in the world suddenly felt a little disgusted with his own little idiot.

It would be better to let Draco start studying the heir course as soon as possible. I am really worried about letting him go to Hogwarts like this. I don’t want him to be sold out by that insidious brat again.

Draco outside the window smiled brightly, completely unaware of the "tragic" fate he was about to face.

......

"Charles!" Charles, who had not yet recovered from the dizziness caused by the Apparition, had just stood up when a "large portable pendant" suddenly appeared on his body.

A furry head rubbed against Charles' neck, and said in a sticky and coquettish voice: "Charles, you are finally back! I missed you so much."

Charles was unexpectedly hugged tightly, his soft cheeks slightly flushed. He hurriedly put his hands on Eric's shoulders, trying to pull his overly enthusiastic brother off his body: "Eric! Let go first, I can't breathe!"

"Eric." Vincent's gentle voice came from behind, "You are so rude."

Eric reluctantly let go of her hand after hearing this, but still held on to Ciel tightly, as if there was glue holding them together.

"This is..." Lucius, who was always eloquent, stuttered rarely.

The two boys in front of him, who were almost identical except for their attire, gave him a huge shock.

"This is my eldest son," Vincent chuckled, "Eric Phantomhive."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy. Thank you for taking care of my brother during this period." Eric, who was called, stepped forward and saluted obediently.

Lucius's inquiring gaze moved between the two boys. Compared to Ciel, who had a cold and weary look in his eyes, the eldest son of the Phantomhive family looked more cheerful and enthusiastic. It was just that no one knew why the person who possessed such an aura of having been in a high position for a long time was the second son without the right of inheritance.

"This is such a big surprise." Lucius gave a fake smile. The Malfoy family still had to develop their influence in the Muggle world. Those idiots couldn't even find out such a simple piece of information as how many children the Phantomhive family had!

"Eric's magic talent is not as good as Ciel's," Vincent ruffled Eric's hair. "He doesn't seem to be very interested in magic, so I left him at home when we met last time."

Looking at the handsome man opposite with a gentle smile, Lucius couldn't help feeling a little jealous. The fact that this man was willing to let his second son enter the magic world showed that he had no intention of changing his heir. After all, no sober-minded noble would be willing to push their beloved heir into danger.

It is obvious that from the previous contacts, Vincent is a noble with a clear mind. This also rules out the possibility that he deliberately suppresses the second son because of his preference for the eldest son. Then the current situation can only explain one problem. The ability of his eldest son is not inferior to the meticulous second son. In order to prevent the two brothers from having friction over inheritance rights, he simply sent the second son to the magic world... On the one hand, he can take root in the magic world as a way out. On the other hand, when they grow up, the two brothers will join forces to make the strength of the Phantomhive family more stable.

These are two outstanding heirs! Lucius' fingers kept stroking the snake staff in his hand. Will this person be jealous to death?

God knows how important an outstanding heir is to these nobles who value inheritance!

This person actually has two! He even let one of them go!

He didn't believe that this person didn't know how dangerous the magic world was to a muckbone with no common sense...