The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The little animals looked at each other and no one spoke.

"Oh, don't be like that. Come on, give it a try." Lupin glanced casually at the crowd and chose Neville Longbottom, who was trying hard to hide himself.

"Mr. Longbottom, please come to the front."

The boy who was called shrank subconsciously, looked around, and walked slowly to the closet.

"Don't be nervous." Lupin raised his hand and hugged Neville's shoulders, and asked in his ear: "Then, Mr. Neville, please tell me what you are most afraid of now."

"..." The timid boy muttered something in a low voice.

"Come on, speak louder and say it again, okay?" Lupin encouraged.

"Professor Snape." The boy closed his eyes and said the answer loudly, his little face flushed red.

Lupin was stunned for a moment, then he laughed: "Okay, okay, we have to admit that Professor Snape is sometimes really fierce."

As he spoke, he winked playfully, which made the little lions feel very endearing and they started laughing along with him.

"Besides Professor Snape, are there anyone else you're afraid of?"

Neville Longbottom stopped smiling and said after a long while, "My grandmother..."

"Mrs. Longbottom, oh, that's a very admirable lady," Lupin patted Neville's shoulder, "but she's very serious, isn't she?"

"Y-yes sir."

"Perhaps I have a way to make you no longer afraid of them." Lupin withdrew his arm, took two steps back and retreated to the side of the closet.

"Tell me, what was your grandmother's favorite dress like?"

"Yes, it's a pink suit." Neville Longbottom swallowed nervously.

"Very good. Then I want you to think about the suit when you chant the spell. Can you do that, Mr. Longbottom?"

"Of course, sir."

"Okay, then, get ready..."

The wardrobe shook violently and then was pushed open. The person who walked out was Professor Snape, wrapped in a black robe and with a look of deep hatred on his face.

The strong sense of oppression brought by the "special skin" made Neville Longbottom take a step back unconsciously. He carefully turned his head to look at Lupin beside him.

"Remember what I just said?" Lupin motioned for him to wave his wand.

So after Neville Longbottom gave full play to his imagination, the "Snape" who was about to touch his shoulder instantly changed into a pink suit and wore a wide-brimmed hat with complicated decorations on his head.

The little lions burst into laughter. The Boggart looked around in panic and quickly went back into the cupboard.

"Very good, Mr. Longbottom did a great job, five points to Gryffindor." Lupin clapped happily.

But the little snakes looked very unhappy. Professor Snape was their dean! Even if it was fake, he couldn't become so ridiculous in front of everyone!

The little snakes secretly made a note of Neville Longbottom and Lupin. Although they couldn't deal with the teaching assistant, they could still teach the timid and clumsy lion a lesson...

In the following classes, the Boggart turned into all kinds of strange things and soon left the scene in a funny way amid the laughter of the little animals. Soon, it was Charles' turn.

Charles held his wand and stood quietly in front of the closet, waiting quietly. He was actually very curious about what the Boggart would look like.

His biggest fear...?

He was a boy who looked almost exactly like Charles, wearing an expensive and exquisite little dress. Unlike Charles who was always cold and aloof, his smile was sunny and warm.

Charles' fingertips trembled. He remembered the dress. It was the dress his mother had specially ordered for him and Eric's tenth birthday...

The next second, the boy's abdomen was covered in large patches of red. His body curled up into a ball, and his delicate features became hideous because of the pain. He stretched out his arms in the direction of Charles, and suddenly vomited a large pool of blood from his mouth...

The glaring red color and his fair cheeks are particularly eye-catching.

The overly bloody scene made the small animals hold their breath, and they all looked at the silent Charles.

"That person is not Charles, right?" Blaise touched his chin.

"No," Draco, who had been tricked countless times by a smiling tiger brother, had a say in this. "That's Eric."

"You know, Ciel's twin brother."

"So, Charles is afraid of his brother's death?" Blaise was puzzled.

Could it be that this person is also a brother complex? I don’t usually see that…

"I don't think so." Draco looked at the boy's back, who was standing there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking. "It shouldn't be like this."

"Funny, funny." Charles waved the wand in his hand and recited the spell calmly. The boy who was kneeling on the ground and about to grab his ankle instantly turned into a rough stone statue, cracking inch by inch.

"..." In the silence, Charles nodded at Lupin and returned to the crowd.

What he feared was not the death of a certain person, but the cowardly and incompetent self who could only watch the most important people disappear one after another in front of him...

Ciel clenched his wand. This time, he would never allow such a thing to happen. Even if the Phantomhive family would confront the queen again in the future, he would never give in.

If my father still wants to go his own way and sacrifice the entire family to fulfill his loyalty to the Queen...

At worst, he could be exiled to Germany with Eric. I guess Uncle Diedrich would be happy to see his father make a fool of himself.

With Lupin's efforts, the atmosphere in the classroom quickly returned to normal, until Harry was frightened by the Dementor transformed by the Boggart and almost fainted...