The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Bedroom.

"So, you think the death of the last head of the Potter family might not be an accident?" Sebastian placed the apple pie in his hand in front of Charles.

"I just have some doubts." Charles added a piece of sugar to the teacup and slowly stirred the fragrant black tea in the cup with a teaspoon.

In fact, in the whole "Savior" incident, there was more than one thing that made Charles feel wrong.

Let's not talk about why Voldemort regarded Harry as the boy who could defeat him as predicted. How did Lily Evans, who was born into an ordinary family and was not recognized by the Potter family, know such advanced sacrificial magic?

Are the Potter family the only ones who meet the requirements for the "child born at the end of July" mentioned in the prophecy? Are there other alternatives?

Voldemort is still alive and well, is it possible that the prophecy will come true?

"Do you need me to investigate it?" Sebastian asked at the right time.

"No," Charles put down the teaspoon, picked up the cup and took a sip of the warm tea, then slowly lowered his eyelids. "It's not necessary."

What happened after Dumbledore left Hogwarts was what Lucius needed to worry about.

I guess without the restraint of the position of headmaster, Dumbledore can now focus on dealing with the nobles' difficulties, right?

Add to that the still "disappearing" Gellert and the still ambitious Voldemort, and the waters of the British wizarding world will soon be muddied...

After it becomes completely turbid, it will be the best time for the Phantomhive family to take root in the wizarding world.

As for what the truth was more than a decade ago?

Ciel's curiosity wasn't that strong yet.

"By the way, Sebastian, has Mr. Grindelwald done anything recently?"

"After holding that meeting, Mr. Grindelwald has been staying at home and has not behaved in any unusual way," Sebastian replied in a serious tone.

"Really? How long does this guy plan to stay in our house?" Charles muttered childishly as he stuffed a piece of apple pie into his mouth.

There is absolutely no intention of looking up to him just because of his special status.

It was obvious that this man had a place to live. Charles believed that with just one word from Gellert, his men would immediately pile all their property in front of him.

So, why don't you move out?

It's really disturbing to leave someone with such great destructive power at home.

Especially now that the other party may connect with Dumbledore at any time.

As for the only demon that could suppress him... Ciel glanced at Sebastian and then at the apple pie on the table with a piece missing.

If I let him go back, it would definitely become inconvenient for me here.

"If you're worried, you can try to keep Mr. Grindelwald busy." Sebastian raised his index finger and said with a smile.

"Ah," Charles exhaled softly, "then this is the only way."

Thus, under the deliberate arrangement of this black-hearted master and servant, the great Mr. Grindelwald, who was nestling safely in Phantomhive Manor, ushered in an extremely busy period, which made his subordinates mistakenly believe that he had picked up his career again.

This is really cause for celebration, cause for celebration? !

Gellert was confused: ???

......

That night, Harry lay on his back on the bed, staring blankly at the dark red curtain above his head. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but he couldn't calm down.

Harry has never been a stupid child. Living under someone else's roof for many years has made him very good at observing people's words and expressions.

He knew when to avoid his cousin Dudley, he knew what kind of behavior would make the school bully lose interest in bullying him, he knew that his aunt often did not intend to vent her anger on him, and he even knew that the weird neighbor who liked to keep cats on the same street was always watching him.

Harry had dreamed of flying motorcycles more than once, and had also imagined that if he had magic, he could escape from his aunt's house earlier.

He had thought about telling his dream to his aunt, but every time he opened his mouth, his aunt would interrupt him, saying that he was not in his right mind and was talking nonsense, and then his cousin Dudley would laugh at him loudly.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, Harry wanted to grow up quickly so that he could leave that "home". He didn't want to live with them anymore. He couldn't say he hated it, but he just didn't like that feeling.

He was completely excluded from that happy and harmonious family of three, ignored and neglected, as if he was a transparent person in the family.

and then?

Then the boy named Ciel Phantomhive appeared in his world.

A young nobleman whose identity and situation are completely opposite to his own.

And they became friends.

Now that he thought about it, maybe he was the only one who thought they could be friends?

The boy's attitude towards him was always polite and distant, but he initially thought it was just a habit of the nobles.

I don't dare to get too close, and I'm afraid of showing my weakness.

Envy? Of course, there might be a little jealousy mixed in. The gap between the two of them was so huge that even this little jealousy became ridiculous.

Then, he received a letter from Hogwarts. This was the first time he knew there were real wizards in the world, and the first time he realized that he was not a freak as Dudley said. He was very excited, and his blood almost boiled. He couldn't wait to see them!

But my aunt and uncle were also very opposed. They looked at me as if I were a devil.

Life at Hogwarts was better than he had ever dreamed of, but he was dazzled by the gold coins left by his parents and the praise that came his way... and caused a lot of trouble for himself and Gryffindor.

Harry rolled over and buried his head under the soft pillow.

Maybe what the Sorting Hat said was right. He does have the ability, ambition and desire to prove himself.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he couldn't help but confront that Malfoy.

After entering the wizarding world, Harry, who was dazzled by the title of "savior" and Dumbledore's favoritism, did not feel that he was any worse than those petty nobles who kept their heads high and ignored others all day long. When he was alone, he always thought that if he had the same status and position as them, he would definitely be better than all of them now!

But it was not until today that he realized that he was supposed to be one of them!