The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The face of Peter Pettigrew unexpectedly flashed through Sirius' mind. The boy who used to follow them timidly always seemed to look aggrieved.

Sirius paused, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards his dormitory.

Sirius, who was only trying to get rid of the smell on his body as quickly as possible, did not notice the boy's disappointed look.

Once a prank starts, it's not easy to stop it.

Being able to prank an adult is quite an achievement among children.

The kid who successfully threw a stink bomb at Sirius instantly became a much sought after person.

At the same time, more and more little lions set their prank targets on Sirius Black - after all, Assistant Professor Black would not be angry with them for such a small matter, and once they succeeded, they would also be able to enjoy the envious looks of others.

The endless pranks made Sirius very annoyed and also made Snape watch a lot of the fun. His mood improved and he even picked on Gryffindor less often in class.

It seems that these little monsters with heads full of Stipa capillaris do have their merits.

Snape looked at Sirius, who was tortured and had a gloomy face, and the corner of his mouth curled up into an obvious smile. In Sirius's eyes, this smile was no different from a provocation, but he could not do anything. He could only clench the knife and fork in his hands and keep glaring at Snape.

After successfully adding fuel to the fire, Snape nonchalantly withdrew his gaze, ignoring Sirius's almost angry look, and began to concentrate on enjoying his dinner.

He took back his previous thoughts. With this stupid dog around, life at Hogwarts would be much more interesting than before.

"Hey, what are your plans for the holidays?" Draco poked the fried eggs on the plate with a fork.

"I'll probably go to France." Brace said lazily. His mother had just found a new husband in France and was now in great luck.

Pansy went on to say, "My family is going on vacation to our villa in Scotland."

"I should stay in London." Charles cut himself a piece of bacon and said slowly.

Even if he was reluctant, he still had to show up at the social season banquets in London. Otherwise, those who were jealous of the Phantomhive family would spread rumors, and although those rumors would not cause them any harm, they would still be annoying to hear.

"Draco, what about you?"

"Father said that he wants me to study with him during this holiday." Draco raised his chin slightly.

Ah, so this is what he wanted to say...

Several people exchanged knowing glances, and Blaise said with a smile: "So, Mr. Malfoy plans to start training you now?"

"Draco is really amazing." Pansy curled her lips. "Not many of us can see what the family fortune looks like before graduation."

"Draco has to perform well enough on weekdays to make Mr. Malfoy feel at ease to teach him in advance."

Nice words were piled in front of Draco as if they were free of charge, and the expression on his face became more and more proud. If Draco had a tail, it would probably be wagging it rapidly by now.

......

The time that followed seemed to have been accelerated. After the exam week, this semester that had exhausted Howard finally came to an end.

Ciel changed into a neat suit early in the morning with the help of Sebastian. As soon as he got off the train, he was taken to the Phantomhive family's villa in London by the driver who had been waiting outside the station.

"Ciel——" As soon as Ciel opened the door, he was greeted with a big hug.

"You're finally back!" Eric pressed his cheek tightly against Charles' and rubbed it hard twice.

"Eric, don't, it's so sad..." Charles turned his head and tried to break free from his brother's overly warm hug, but his resistance was easily suppressed by Eric.

"Eh? Ciel is so cold..." Eric puffed up his cheeks slightly.

"Before you say that, could you please get off me?"

"No, we haven't seen each other for so long."

Ciel: ...

Ciel glared at Sebastian, who was obviously enjoying the show, and walked towards the house with difficulty, dragging the "weight" on his body.

"Father, Mother."

Vincent was pleased to see the deep affection between his two sons, so he did not reprimand Eric for his rude behavior. He just nodded in response. Rachel, who was gentle by nature, just watched with a smile.

The family did not stay in the villa for too long. After a brief rest, they got back in the car.

"Is it Madame Red's?" Charles widened his eyes slightly.

"Yeah," Rachel smiled softly as she leaned against the car window. "Angelina heard that Charles would be home today, so she picked today to hold the dinner party."

"It seems like you haven't seen each other for a long time?"

"Yeah, ah..." Charles nodded, feeling somewhat complicated.

After coming to this world, Charles has been deliberately avoiding contact with Madame Red because he really doesn't know how to face her.

The woman in his memory who had given him a warm hug when he had nothing, actually had the blood of innocent people on her hands, and she wanted to kill him...

Then, the woman who was always dressed in red collapsed on that cold rainy night, right in front of him, her thin body almost cut in half by the chainsaw, the dirty mud soaking her beautiful red hair...

Charles still remembers the feeling of the blood splattering from her body and falling on his cheek. The scorching temperature almost burned him.

So even if Jack the Ripper did not appear now, he could not continue to look at her calmly.

But this time his mother had said so, so it seemed he had no choice but to go.

Ciel turned his head to look out the window, and his fingers on his knees curled up unconsciously.