The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Hogwarts Express, Malfoy's compartment.

"Ciel, where is your crow?" Draco looked at Ciel's luggage and didn't see the pitch-black crow, so he asked casually.

"He has something else to do." Charles closed the book in his hand and sneered when he thought of a demon he had ordered not to get on the bus.

Draco wisely ignored Ciel's unusual attitude when he mentioned Sebastian, and used the universal "weather method" that the British are very good at to change the subject: "Look, the clouds are so thick, I'm afraid it will rain tonight."

Ciel: “…”

The little platinum noble's ability to change the subject is simply unbearable to watch, but...

"Yeah," Charles followed Draco's words and turned to look at the speeding scenery outside the window, "Today's weather is indeed..."

Charleston was stunned. Outside the window, the originally azure sky was suddenly covered with large patches of dark clouds, which blocked out the sun and gave people an inexplicable ominous premonition.

"Ciel?" Draco glanced at him when he stopped talking in the middle of his sentence.

"Draco, do you see anything strange in the dark clouds?" Charles' expression turned cold.

"What is it?" Just as Draco was about to take a closer look, the door of the box was opened again and Pansy and Blaise walked in.

After a few people briefly greeted each other, before they had time to explain their purpose, the train suddenly made a loud "clang" and then stopped.

"What happened?" Blaise helped Pansy, who was about to fall due to inertia.

"Maybe there's a train breakdown." Draco frowned. "Don't worry, the professors should get the news soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the carriage dropped suddenly, and the clear windows were covered with fine frost. An inexplicable sense of oppression swept in with the dark clouds gradually approaching outside the window, and an uneasy atmosphere surged and permeated the entire train.

Charles wrapped his robe tightly around himself, reached out to grab the wand at his waist, and became alert.

Draco and Blaise looked at each other and pulled out their wands in unison.

There were lightning and thunder outside the window. Cold raindrops kept falling, hitting the windows and making crackling sounds. Monsters with black hoods were flying in the air with an ominous aura.

"Merlin's torn socks! It's the Dementors! Is Fudge crazy?" Draco gasped when he saw the scene outside the window clearly.

"Dementors." Ciel's fingers were shaking uncontrollably. He gritted his teeth and tried to calm himself down. "How are you doing with the Patronus Charm?"

How was it? Pansy and Blaise had not yet learned such advanced spells. Draco, who knew in advance that Dementors might enter Hogwarts and practiced the Patronus Charm with Charles, could only barely spit out a thin silver mist from the tip of his wand, just like Charles.

They alone are completely unable to resist the Dementors' attacks...

This is really... a miscalculation. Charles couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

As he was speaking, a Dementor had already broken into the carriage, but it ignored the others and rushed straight to Charles.

Charles felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and a cold and rotten smell filled his face...

There was blood all over the ground, corpses piled up in piles, a mansion engulfed in flames under the blood-red sunset, a dirty and dilapidated exchange, sticky and smelly hands, the disgusting smell of burnt flesh, the devastating pain of being branded...all the sufferings he had endured in the past reappeared in Charles' mind one by one.

It was like he had fallen into a bottomless quagmire and no matter how hard he struggled he could not escape. The feeling of being wrapped in layers of miserable memories made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Charles wanted to scream, wanted to roar, but his body was unable to move as if he had been cast under a petrification spell. His neatly trimmed nails dug into his soft palms, and bright red blood dripped all over the ground, but he still could not make any other movements.

"Damn it! Ciel! What's wrong with you?" Seeing Ciel standing there stiffly with a pale face and empty eyes, Draco couldn't help but shout loudly, while casting a curse at the Dementors.

Then he watched helplessly as the evil curse passed through the Dementor's body and cut through the seats in the carriage.

"Brace, find a way!"

"Draco," Blaise grabbed Draco's arm holding the wand, "These are Dementors. Hexes have no effect on them."

"Can......"

"You, you...look out the window..." A trembling female voice suddenly sounded.

Draco and Blaise subconsciously turned their heads to look at the source of the sound. They saw the only girl in this space - Pansy. Her face was pale, her pupils shrunk into small black dots, her soft lips were bloodless and trembling slightly, and they could even hear the sound of the girl's teeth colliding.

The two boys looked at each other, and at the same time had a bad premonition in their hearts. They slowly turned their heads back - outside the window, they didn't know when there were a few black heads floating in the air...

Charles knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world. He could only watch everything that had happened happen again and again in front of him. His already broken heart went from being stabbed to being cold and then gradually becoming numb...

The shallow breathing also became a little weaker.

No, it shouldn't be like this...

Once again, Charles watched Eric being pressed onto the altar and shook his head in pain.

The dagger that took his brother's life in his memory flashed coldly under the candlelight, and then fell down suddenly.

The nostrils were filled with the disgusting smell of blood, and the boy's desperate roar was in my ears...

Then, big dirty hands pulled him out of the narrow cage, held down his limbs, and easily restrained all his struggles...

No, it shouldn't be like this!

Obviously...