The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Due to the cold wind in the Forbidden Forest, lack of rest and excessive thinking, Charles fell ill for the first time in a long time.

The first person to notice that something was wrong with Ciel was Sebastian, who came to wake him up. He had a fever in the middle of the night, and his fair cheeks were red when he was found.

The little one was trapped in a four-poster bed that was too big for him. His soft hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face. His breathing was rough and heavy, and his chest wrapped in a thin nightgown rose and fell slowly. He was completely dazed, pitiful and cute, looking like a small animal that had just been fished out of the water.

"Excuse me," Sebastian whispered, reaching out to touch Ciel's forehead.

"What's wrong with Ciel?" Draco, who had just gotten up, noticed the noise here and poked his head out from the thick bed curtains to look over.

"Master has a fever. I'm afraid he will have to stay in bed and rest today," Sebastian turned to look at Draco, "Master Malfoy, could you please ask for a leave for Master?"

"Ah?" Draco raised his hand and smoothed his hair, asking in confusion, "Why not use some stimulant?"

It's just a cold, do I really need to stay in bed?

Sebastian was stunned for a moment. His young master had not been in good health since birth. Every time he was sick, he would be sick for several days. So he habitually thought that Ciel needed to stay in bed and rest, and forgot for a moment that there was such a thing as potion.

After Draco's reminder, Sebastian found a potion box containing various commonly used potions, picked out a tonic, sat sideways on the bed, helped the drowsy boy up and let him sit on his shoulder, then held the boy's delicate chin with one hand to force him to raise his head slightly, and with the other hand fed the crystal bottle of tonic to his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Charles was choked by the strange-tasting liquid and curled up his body and started coughing violently.

"Do you... want to kill me?" He opened his eyes with great effort and glared at the culprit fiercely.

But because of the lack of momentum due to the fever, in Sebastian's eyes it was no different from being a spoiled child.

"Ah, Master still hates taking medicine." Sebastian ignored his accusation and took a clean handkerchief to gently wipe the remaining medicine from the corners of his mouth.

"If you refuse to take medicine, your illness will not get better."

"Of course I know about this kind of thing! Cough, cough cough cough... go get some ordinary medicine." Charles' cheeks flushed abnormally, and he shook off Sebastian's hand that was gripping his neck. His body swayed and he almost fell off the bed.

Sebastian reached out in time to hug him back, frowning disapprovingly: "Master, please don't be willful, your body is too weak."

"I don't want to drink the potion." Ciel muttered in a rare self-willed manner. "Go get some normal medicine."

He had taken potions classes before, and he knew how many strange things were put into the stimulants...

Asking him to drink this now, he couldn't help feeling a little disgusted, and when he thought of the strange taste lingering on the tip of his tongue, he couldn't help but resist it even more.

"You must reduce the fever as soon as possible," the evil-minded demon insisted as he fed the potion.

"Sebastian." Draco suddenly spoke up.

"Yes, what do you want, Master Malfoy?"

"Maybe you could be a little gentler when treating patients." Draco suggested, thinking of his parents who were always extra gentle to him whenever he was sick.

Sebastian thought for a moment, then let Charles sit on the cushion at the head of the bed. He stood up, found an empty bowl, poured the stimulant into it, then scooped a spoonful with a spoon and handed it to Charles' mouth.

"what--"

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..." Charles suddenly started coughing violently, even coughing out tears.

"What are you crazy about!" He looked at Sebastian in disbelief.

"Master, are you trying to act like a spoiled child?" Sebastian made an expression that said "I really can't do anything with you", put the spoon in his hand back into the bowl, and then opened his arms to the boy on the bed.

"You have to take your medicine after you act cute."

"Be normal!" A pillow hit Sebastian's face with the boy's angry growl.

"Are you shy because there are other people around?" Sebastian turned his head away. "It's okay, I believe Master Malfoy won't say anything nonsense, after all, it was his idea."

Draco, who had quietly retreated into the bed curtains since Sebastian spoke, said: No, it wasn't me, I didn't...

"He didn't say that. Seriously!"

The number of things on Charles' bedside kept decreasing, but none of them hit the target he wanted to hit. He was so excited that his face turned even redder.

"Master, don't you like my attitude?" the devil in black asked sincerely.

"not at all!"

"That's such a pity." Sebastian sighed hypocritically, took out an exquisite pocket watch from his arms and checked the time.

"It's getting late. If you don't prepare, you will miss your first class of the day."

"..." Ciel looked at the sticky liquid in the bowl in silence for a while, then stretched out his hand to Sebastian. "Give me the medicine."

The complex and strange taste of the stimulant instantly filled his mouth, and Charles's delicate face instantly wrinkled.

"By the way, people who take the stimulant will have steam coming out of their ears for a few hours afterwards." Sebastian handed the biscuit box on the fireplace to Charles and said, "I think the young master must not have forgotten this, right?"

Ciel: ...

He was almost delirious from the fever just now, how could he possibly remember!

Charles bit the biscuit in his mouth with force, smiling.

"certainly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, white steam came out of his ears.

Sebastian: ...

Ciel:......

"Pfft." Sebastian tilted his head slightly, raised his hand to cover the corner of his mouth, then turned back with a calm expression.

"You... just laughed, didn't you?"

"Master, it's time to change clothes." Sebastian picked up the clothes he had prepared last night and stood back beside the bed.

"you......"

Ciel gritted his teeth and said nothing more. He just raised his foot and stepped on Sebastian's shoulder when he was half-kneeling on the ground to adjust his sock clips.

Sebastian was kicked by him and fell to the ground. He looked at him in confusion.

"Master?"

Charles pulled the corner of his mouth and began to find fault: "You are too slow, what if I am late?"

"Sorry." Sebastian squatted down again, and gently lifted the boy's slender calf with his white gloved hand to put on the shoes that matched his clothes. "I'll be faster next time."

Charles snorted softly, consciously letting out a sigh of relief. He glanced coldly at the seemingly respectful demon, pushed himself up with both hands and jumped off the bed, picked up the textbook that the demon had prepared in advance on the table, and walked towards the door.

"Draco, let's go."

The boy, who was in a hurry to go to class, didn't notice that the devil behind him had a happy arc on his lips.