The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The two boys were leaning against each other intimately, and it was obvious that they had a very good relationship.

Vincent probably couldn't bear to let his smart and clever second son live forever under the halo of his eldest son. He also didn't want to see his two equally outstanding brothers killing each other for property and titles a hundred years later. So making a deal with Malfoy and supporting Charles to venture into the wizarding world on his own seemed to be the best way to deal with it.

Lucius didn't know for a moment whether to say that Vincent was cruel and ruthless, or that he was protecting his child, or that he was cruel and ruthless in protecting his child.

After sending Charles home, Lucius did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he stayed to attend the party in the evening - a party full of Muggles.

"I thought the nobles in the wizarding world looked down on ordinary people." The two family heads were discussing business in the study. Eric, who was sent out, said to Charles beside him. When he first learned about the so-called discrimination based on bloodline, he protested against his father's decision to send Charles to the Malfoy family to learn magic.

That was his younger brother, a weak and naive younger brother. Eric simply couldn't imagine how scared a boy who was sick all year round and had little contact with others would feel when he was sent alone to a completely unfamiliar environment!

But his father rejected his idea of ​​bringing his brother home, and told him that it was Charles who proposed to study at the Malfoys. Charles had been away for a month, and Eric was worried for a month until he saw his brother intact with his own eyes.

"Yes, there is indeed discrimination based on bloodline in the wizarding world." Charles answered, thinking of Mrs. Malfoy, who had clearly expressed her disgust at his appearance at Malfoy Manor at the beginning.

"But Mr. Malfoy is staying for dinner."

"Perhaps to measure the strength of the Phantomhive family?" Ciel picked a white rose from the garden and put it in Eric's chest pocket. "By the way, how is the savior doing recently?"

Charles believed that even if he didn't mention it before he left, Eric would help him keep an eye out for the "savior".

Eric carefully reached out and touched the fragile petals of the rose. Speaking of the savior, his expression was a little conflicted: "Are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

"How to say?"

"I just don't think he is like that," Eric counted on his fingers, "His average grade is only C, his personality is gloomy and unpleasant, his physical fitness doesn't seem good, he is often bullied by his cousin and has no ability to resist. When he was young, he had a few magic riots, but they didn't cause any big trouble, so it's hard to say about his magic level. The only point is probably... can he do housework?"

"And his life at his aunt's house is obviously not very good. Even if his parents are dead, he still has the title of "savior". Is there no wizard in the magical world willing to take him in?"

"If he were in the magic world, everyone would treat him well, right? Even if it's just to save face, right?"

Unless someone deliberately separates the savior from the magical world.

Charles and Eric looked at each other and saw through each other's thoughts.

Perhaps, that person is not unaware that the savior’s living environment is very bad, but is just pretending to ignore it. Who knows, the worse the living environment, the more beneficial it is to that person’s plan?

Think about it, what will happen to a child whose parents have both passed away, who has rarely received kindness since childhood and often feels inferior, when one day he suddenly knows that he has a special identity that is different from others? He may still be humble at first, but soon he will be affected by the constant attention of others. What if someone who is close to his deceased parents appears at this time? It doesn't matter if it is a respected elder or a close friend. As long as he is gently provoked and given a little care, he will become a sufficiently obedient puppet, a puppet mascot on the table...

"It seems that the so-called prophecy is not that simple." Charles took a deep breath.

Eric opened his mouth, swallowed back the words he wanted to dissuade, and just put his arm around Charles' shoulders: "You must be careful."

"I will."

No one noticed that a pitch-black crow spread its wings and left the branch where it was resting. A hint of smile flashed across the crow's dark red eyes, which looked like dried blood stains.

......

The dinner went smoothly, and Lucius blended in almost perfectly, even feeling like a fish in water. The Malfoy family had been currying favor with the powerful for centuries, and they were good at changing their stance according to the situation and playing both sides.

In fact, the Malfoy family had some business in the Muggle world at the beginning, but it happened to coincide with the Great Depression in the Muggle world at that time, and the Muggle industry naturally became a burden. In addition, Lucius's father Abraxas placed his bets on the half-blood Slytherin junior in order to gain more power in the wizarding world, and gave up all the Muggle industries to show his determination.

Although Abraxas' investment had some minor problems in the end due to some unspeakable reasons, it did win the Malfoy family more say among the nobility, so Lucius had no burden at all in resuming cooperation with the Muggle world.

However, the benefits gained from the cooperation between the Malfoy family and the Phantomhive family in just one month were enough to make him excited. Although he still looked down on Muggles in his heart, who would refuse gold Galleons?

The noble, proud and good-looking guest of the Phantomhive family naturally became the focus of the dinner. Everyone wanted to talk to him. Although Vincent did not introduce Lucius's identity in detail, his almost perfect and elegant manners, mysterious temperament, and gorgeous voice like an aria, all told everyone that he was extraordinary.

Especially when Lucius and Vincent stood together, the visual impact it brought to everyone was definitely not as simple as "1+1=2". Many people even looked forward to spending a night with him.

"So he really has a title?" In the corner, Eric nudged Charles, who was concentrating on eating snacks, with his elbow.

"I don't know either," Charles swallowed the cake in his mouth slowly, and then spoke slowly. "I haven't heard of it before, but I don't think Mr. Malfoy would tell such a clumsy lie."

"It's an honor to have Charles' trust." A voice suddenly came from the side.

Eric couldn't help shrinking his neck, and his face turned slightly red. Being caught talking about someone behind their back... It didn't conform to the etiquette he learned since childhood, and he felt a little ashamed.

"In fact, the Malfoy family does own an earl title, which has been passed down for many years." As for the fact that the title was bought by Malfoy's ancestors for a lot of gold Galleons, there was no need to tell them.

"It seems that you are enjoying this banquet." Ciel's lips curled up slightly. "It is an honor for Phantomhive."

Lucius adjusted the hem of his dress, which was wrinkle-free, and took a wine glass from the waiter who was holding the tray and raised his glass to Ciel. "Phantomhive is indeed outstanding."

The power this name represented in the Muggle world was far more prominent than he had previously known. Lucius had a feeling that signing a contract with Phantomhive might be the best decision he had ever made.

"You should go back now." Ciel raised his chin behind Lucius and complained jokingly, "If I take up too much of your time, we two brothers might be resented."

"If that's Ciel's request." Lucius nodded to Eric, turned and walked back into the crowd.

"He's like a white peacock spreading its feathers everywhere." Eric murmured as he looked at Lucius's back.