The Charles Becomes a Wizard

How ridiculous!

This is just ridiculous isn't it?

Harry buried his face in the pillow and laughed silently, almost laughing to tears, but his chest felt a series of pains, so painful that he wanted to scream out loud.

Harry felt that his previous life was a joke!

Who would believe that he had lived in a small cupboard all his life? Who would know how many times the so-called only heir of the Potter family and the "savior" of the wizarding world had been ridiculed and beaten by his peers?

It shouldn't be like this, his original life shouldn't be like this...

But before Mr. Malfoy spoke, he didn't even know that Headmaster Dumbledore, who had always been very fond of him, had "held for safekeeping" most of the Potter family's inheritance!

Although Headmaster Dumbledore had obviously hidden something from him, Harry still trusted the old headmaster more than Malfoy, who looked almost exactly like his son.

Harry lied to the school directors.

Harry told them that he knew about the property that Dumbledore was holding for safekeeping.

Harry knew he had no other choice...

The man who killed his parents and made him an orphan was still alive. He had seen his ghost with his own eyes, and Ron said that Malfoy had once been that man's subordinate...

How could he possibly stand on the same side as the accomplice who killed his parents?

Ha, maybe this is why Mr. Dumbledore values ​​me so much?

"Mr. Dumbledore..." Harry pulled the corners of his lips stiffly and muttered softly, and something flashed in his clear lake green eyes for an instant.

......

Dumbledore's dismissal from office for embezzling public funds caused an uproar.

But to Lucius's surprise, except for a few diehard fans, not many people were willing to stand up and say a word for this old man who had protected the magic world for decades.

The fireplace was burning with a warm flame, and occasionally there was a slight "crackling" sound. The atmosphere in the dormitory was quiet and beautiful.

Lucius sat by the fireplace playing chess with Ciel.

Of course, if Dumbledore had not left the castle, he would not have stayed anyway.

"Dumbledore has suffered a serious setback this time." Lucius shook his head and moved the white queen forward one square.

"Thanks to Mr. Malfoy's thorough preparation." Ciel pushed his horse forward. "Otherwise, I'm afraid we will have to wait for a while before he can leave the school."

"No, this time it's all thanks to you," said Lucius.

If the boy in front of them had not come up with such a weird idea, they would never have thought that there would be any problems with Hogwarts' accounts.

"I just came up with a small idea." Ciel crossed his fingers on his knees and smiled. "It's just that we look at things from a different perspective. The real effort is still yours."

There is a saying that goes "A bystander sees more clearly."

Wizards have trapped themselves for too long, and their way of thinking has inevitably become somewhat rigid, so many times they don't realize that there is anything wrong with the things they are accustomed to.

"I just wonder if Mr. Dumbledore will be disappointed." Charles shook his head slightly.

The children of the Order of the Phoenix, who had long received assistance from Dumbledore, were shockingly indifferent in this incident.

"If it's him, no." Lucius couldn't help but sneer when he thought of the old man's usual style.

If Dumbledore was so easily disappointed, it would be great news for people like them.

"Mr. Malfoy, have you heard of the seven deadly sins?" Charles asked abruptly.

"Mr. Phantomhive, what gave you this illusion?" Lucius pursed his lips, his eyes slightly cold, and his tone became sharp and sarcastic. "How could I possibly watch that kind of thing?"

After all, if there had not been the persecution of wizards by the Vatican in the Middle Ages, wizards would not have been able to imprison themselves for self-protection. The hatred of these wizards from large families with a long tradition for the Vatican had long been ingrained in their blood.

Ciel tilted his head and whispered as if he hadn't noticed his anger at all, "Pride, envy, anger, laziness, greed, lust, and gluttony."

"The human heart is so fragile and complicated," the boy's voice was soft and gentle, like a whisper among lovers. "These original sins are like seeds. With just a little bit of nutrients, they will grow wildly and quickly spread throughout the heart."

"What do you want to say?" Lucius frowned.

"No, I just want to remind you that Dumbledore is better than many people in controlling people's hearts." Ciel picked up a chess piece. "Even if you spread the reason for his resignation everywhere, as long as he wants, he can still be the respected White Lord."

"Are you ready to confront him head-on?"

The chess piece landed on the board with a slight crisp sound.

"Checkmate, Mr. Malfoy, you lose."