The Charles Becomes a Wizard

After getting rid of the Dementors, the train started moving towards Hogwarts again.

During the second half of the journey, small animals would occasionally peek outside the door of the Malfoy's box, wanting to watch Charles, the first student who could cast the Patronus Charm by himself, which annoyed Draco greatly.

At the first dinner after the students returned to school after the holiday, Howard, the acting headmaster, did not show up. He was stuck in the headmaster's office dealing with the troubles from Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

"Explain?" Howard, sitting behind his desk, smiled coldly at Fudge, who was obviously planning to accuse him, and the Ministry of Magic staff behind him.

"You should first think about how to explain it to the students' parents."

It was this Minister of Magic who had previously relied on his lack of foundation in Hogwarts to force the Dementors to "protect" the school, and who had vowed that the Dementors would not attack ordinary students. Now that the problem of Dementors attacking trains has arisen, instead of thinking about how to appease the parents, he actually came to accuse me of being involved in exterminating Dementors...

Kill the Dementors?!

Ha, are you kidding me?!

How come he doesn't know that he has such great abilities?

For centuries, wasn't the Patronus Charm the only way wizards could deal with those dark magical creatures that came from nowhere?

Even the Patronus Charm can only drive them away!

As for elimination? No one knows what to do!

Fudge's behavior made Howard somewhat suspicious. He wondered if the Minister of Magic wanted to use this clumsy lie to pin the incident on himself and then send his trusted subordinate to replace him as the headmaster.

However, everyone knows that Dementors are under the unified management of the Ministry of Magic, and that their coming out to attack the train was a dereliction of duty by the Ministry of Magic. Did he still think he could stay out of it?

"Mr. Howard." Fudge strode to the desk aggressively and slammed his hands on the table. "Please don't change the subject!"

"I told you, I didn't do anything." Howard calmly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up. "I didn't see the Dementors you mentioned 'disappeared' either."

"Unless you can provide clear evidence that I can cause harm to the Dementors, you are making a false accusation."

Fudge was a little embarrassed by Howard's words. His face quickly turned red and he waved his strong arms vigorously: "So, why did those Dementors disappear?"

The Ministry of Magic has assigned a number to each Dementor, but now more than a dozen of them are missing. How could Fudge not be nervous?

He was worried that the Dementors would escape the control of the Ministry of Magic during his tenure, and he was also worried that someone would be able to control these magical creatures and lead them to bring harm to the Ministry of Magic...

"I'm sorry, I don't know about this." Howard said bluntly, and his face clearly showed "Isn't this your job? It has nothing to do with me."

The look of disdain made the Ministry of Magic member following Fudge look a little unhappy.

The two sides once again had a heated argument over whether Dementors were allowed to enter Hogwarts. Finally, Fudge took a step back and made a promise to Howard - Dementors could only patrol the periphery of Hogwarts and could not enter the school. If this rule was violated, all Dementors must be evacuated.

......

Slytherin dormitory.

Charles pushed open the door, and Sebastian, who had changed into clean clothes, came forward to untie his thick cloak. After Charles sat on his soft chair, he knelt on one knee.

"I'm very sorry, Master. I arrived at the castle a little late, so I didn't prepare your favorite tea in advance."

Ciel twirled the ring on his thumb and said nothing.

It’s not that he was angry because Sebastian didn’t arrive in time when he was besieged by Dementors. After all, although this guy in front of him had a very bad taste, his "aesthetics" would never allow him to put his life in danger.

But when I thought of the silver-white crow and saw Sebastian, I couldn't help feeling complicated and for a moment I really didn't know what to say.

Before today, Ciel had never thought that this demon was almost always present in his happy memories...

He knew all of his miserable past, had seen himself at his most helpless and miserable, and knew all of his viciousness and cruelty...

In front of the devil, he doesn't have to be a sensible son, a childish brother, a gentle and polite student, he doesn't have to maintain that damn noble manner, he can take off all the disguises at will...

Who would have thought that a prey can only feel safe and express its true self when it is next to its predator?

What a ridiculous and sad thing this is! It's so ironic!

It shouldn't be like this.

Ciel realized that he was relying too much on Sebastian...

The so-called contract is essentially just a transaction.

Facing a guy who could take his soul away at any time...

How could he trust him so much? How could he regard him as his only salvation?

If this demon knew this, he would definitely find it ridiculous...

Draco, who had just opened the door, looked at the master and servant who were sitting and kneeling in the room:...

Draco was silent for a while, then faced Blaise's surprised gaze, quietly retreated and considerately closed the door.