The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban!

This news caused an uproar in the British wizarding community. For several days in a row, the front page headline of the Daily Prophet was filled with the photo of the emaciated and seemingly insane man.

"..." Ciel put down the newspaper in his hand, his expression was a bit indescribable. "I remember Azkaban seemed to be the highest level wizard prison?"

There is a "definitely unbreakable" Gringotts, a "most secure" Hogwarts, and now there is a "most strictly guarded" Azkaban...

Did the wizards really think carefully before making their final decision about these places?

If you think about it carefully, it's really not easy for the British wizarding world to persist for so many years.

"Of course, Azkaban is a prison guarded by Dementors. No one has ever escaped from Azkaban before him." Blaise pointed at the photo in the newspaper with his finger.

"Dementors?"

"A dark magical creature that can suck away people's happiness, remind them of their most painful memories, and even suck away their souls." Draco explained with a cold face.

Absorbing souls? Ciel raised an eyebrow.

Are they creatures that feed on souls like demons? Ciel suddenly became curious.

"But, Draco, what is his relationship with the Savior?" Ciel raised his chin in the direction of Harry, whose presence had surged again. "If his last name is Black, he should be closer to you, right?"

If he remembered correctly, Draco's mother's maiden name was Black.

"I have nothing to do with him," Draco said flatly.

Although it was said that this person had betrayed Scarhead's parents, Draco was skeptical about it. And even if he had betrayed, what would happen? The person involved was dead, so who could prove that he was the chosen "secret keeper"?

He obviously has many ways to get away with it.

It was just a few Muggle lives. Draco believed that he didn't need to ask for help. His father would also find a way to deal with those congressmen for his mother's sake...

But he admitted it, confessed his guilt in front of everyone.

His parents' kindness was rejected again and again, and Draco remembered that his mother completely gave up on him when he was five years old.

He would never forget the look of his mother shedding tears while looking at the pile of old things belonging to the Black family that were taken back from the auction house.

It is natural that a family without an heir will disappear in the long river of history.

Sirius's confession led to most of the Black family's property being divided up and auctioned off by the greedy jackals of the Ministry of Magic, which also announced the end of the once glorious Black family with a long history.

All of this obviously didn't have to happen!

If he likes going to prison so much, why is he running away now? Why doesn't he just die in Azkaban?

Draco's eyes were sinister, and he stabbed the man in the newspaper with the fork in his hand.

"It is said that Sirius is the godfather of the Golden Boy." Blaise turned sideways to avoid the young platinum noble who was obviously in a bad mood and whispered to Ciel. "So they all said that he would come to find the Golden Boy, and then kill him..."

"I see..." Ciel retracted his gaze and stroked his chin thoughtfully, "But aren't you curious about how he escaped from Azkaban?"

......

Charles originally thought that Sirius' affairs would have nothing to do with him.

After all, Draco obviously didn't like him, and his relationship with Harry had long been strained.

It was not until after the Christmas holiday that he saw a large, skinny black dog in the luxurious and exquisite Malfoy Manor, which was extremely inconsistent with the manor's gorgeous and extravagant style.

"You said... this is the last heir of the Black family that claims to be 'eternally pure'?" Ciel, sitting on the soft chair, did not hide his disgust.

Sirius the big black dog Black was obviously very dissatisfied with Ciel's attitude. He stared at the thin boy fiercely with his huge eyes. He lowered his body, kicked the ground with all four legs, and assumed an attacking posture commonly used by dogs. He let out bursts of threatening growls from his throat, and large pools of saliva left the corners of his mouth.

He could hardly control the urge to pounce on this arrogant, disgusting brat and give him a beating - if there wasn't a magic collar around his neck.

Even before being brought in front of everyone, Sirius Black had been cleaned up from head to toe by the Malfoy family's house-elves, but a short period of recuperation obviously could not erase the suffering he had endured in Azkaban for so many years - his eyes were cloudy, his fur was dry and yellow, his belly was sunken, his ribs were clearly visible, and he obviously looked like he had been abused.

Charles glanced at him, not taking his hostile attitude to heart at all. He turned to look at Draco: "I thought you hated him, why is he in your house?"

"It was my father who brought him back." Draco didn't know the reason, he only knew that his father was injured during those days.

London, which was shrouded in thick fog all year round, finally saw the sun. The warm sunlight shone on Draco's platinum hair, reflecting a beautiful light. The boy's facial features became more delicate and beautiful after losing his baby fat. After receiving heir training, his every move carried an indescribable flavor. He looked like a qualified heir to an ancient noble family.

Of course, this is without him speaking.

"Ciel, I need your help." Draco said bluntly.

"What?" Charles looked at him in confusion.

"I mean, I hope you can ask Sebastian to do me a favor." Draco said to the butler who was standing quietly behind Ciel.

His nominal uncle perfectly inherited the crazy and stubborn characteristics of the Black family. The years in Azkaban also made him mentally unstable. Ordinary means could not calm him down and make him listen to them. So, when Draco saw the extremely obedient three-headed dog at home, he suggested that perhaps a different method could be used...

Lucius agreed as he looked at his wife who had become much more haggard in such a short period of time.

Sebastian was stunned when he was suddenly called.

Ciel's eyes flickered between Sebastian and the big black dog, and then he smiled: "Of course, I think Sebastian will not let you down."

"He's pretty good at training dogs, isn't he?"

Now that Ciel has said so, what can Sebastian do?

Of course I can't say I'm no longer capable...

"If it is your request, young master," Sebastian pinched the bottom of the glove and pulled it, smiling and making a note of Draco in his heart: "As your butler, how can I not do such a small thing?"

Draco, who was being targeted, shuddered suddenly and felt as if he was being stared at by something for an instant.