The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Master, it's time to get up." Sebastian pulled open the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, turned around and whispered to the boy who was deeply buried in the soft bedding.

"Hmm..." Charles responded in a daze, his brows furrowed unconsciously, and he raised his arms to press on his eyes, trying to block out the light from the outside world.

Of course, if possible, he would rather kick the noisemaker out of his bedroom.

"Master?"

"Got it." The boy sat up from the bed with his hands behind his back. He slowly opened his eyes and leaned against the headboard with a vacant look on his face. A few strands of soft hair stuck out stubbornly on his head after a night of tossing and turning.

Then a cup of brewed black tea was stuffed into his hand.

As the fragrant black tea entered his mouth, Charles was like a little robot that had been powered on. The tiredness on his face disappeared instantly, and he glanced at the wall clock.

"Sebastian, perhaps you could explain."

Although he usually gets up at this time, the morning after a dinner party is always an exception.

A successful banquet often lasts a long time. Many times, you can even see the next day's sunrise when the banquet is over, so it is inevitable that you will need to catch up on some sleep.

In fact, this situation of being unable to wake up during the day and unable to sleep at night would continue until the end of the social season. If there was no special work, even Vincent would not be able to get up according to his usual schedule.

Well, last night's party ended early due to some unexpected incidents, but it was indeed past Ciel's bedtime...

"Today's breakfast includes croissants and scones. What would you like to eat, young master?" Sebastian did not explain immediately, but put the small dining table with a sumptuous breakfast in his hand on the bed.

"Scone."

"Would you like cream or jam?"

"jam."

"How do you like it with Darjeeling tea?"

"Fortunately."

During the question and answer session, Sebastian had carefully wiped Charles's thin palms with a clean towel, and then replaced a cup of black tea at just the right temperature for him.

"You'd better have something important to do." Ciel muttered as he took the scone with jam on it from Sebastian.

Lack of sleep made him feel a little irritable.

If Sebastian can't tell...

Ciel glared at the demon and took a fierce bite of the scone.

But just as he finished speaking, a silver plate appeared in front of him, with a letter in the middle of the plate.

Charles put the scone in his hand on the plate, wiped the residue on his fingertips with a handkerchief, then took the letter opener handed to him by Sebastian and opened the envelope with the Ministry of Magic written on the cover.

"What are your plans for today?" Charles asked casually after reading the letter at a glance.

"I'm going to have lunch with the manager of the toy factory in Scotland at noon. From 1:00 to 3:00 in the afternoon, I have a two-hour fencing class. From 3:00 to 4:00, I have an Italian class. From 4:00 to 6:00, I need to take biology classes. Tonight, I'm going to attend a dinner at Earl Spencer's house."

Charles hesitated for a moment, then threw the letter in his hand onto the table. "All afternoon trips are cancelled."

"Master?"

"We'll go to the Ministry of Magic this afternoon," Charles picked up the scone slowly again, "They hope to learn from me how those people died."

"Come with me, maybe you can meet old friends."

"As ordered."

Ciel wrote a reply letter and asked Sebastian to deliver it to the Ministry of Magic, and soon an Auror arrived.

This Auror was the one who dealt with the body last night. He didn't look very outstanding, but he had a head of brown curly hair. He was wearing a brown suit and seemed to have a good personality. When he saw Charles, he showed a gentle smile on his face.

"Mr. Phantomhive, are you ready?"

When Charles nodded, he put his arm on Charles' shoulders.

"Apparating may be a little uncomfortable." He stuffed a piece of candy into Ciel's hand, "It will feel better if you hold this candy in your mouth."

"Wait a minute," Ciel interrupted him when he saw that he had already raised his wand. "Sebastian is coming with me too."

"Hmm?" The Auror frowned at the butler in black, "But..."

He remembered his boss saying there was only one person.

"Is it not possible?" Charles noticed his hesitation and asked in a low voice.

"I, I've never been to the Ministry before, and last night..."

The boy's eyes were wet, as if he had thought of something, and there was a hint of obvious panic in his eyes.

"Of course, I'm not scared," he said, tugging at the corner of his clothes as if to cheer himself up, "It's just that Sebastian is my butler. It's really inconvenient without him."

"Don't worry, he's also a wizard, he won't cause any trouble."

Still a child...

It's natural to be afraid of going to a strange place by yourself.

The Auror, who had just had a child, softened.

It's just a simple inquiry, and bringing one more person shouldn't be a big deal.

"Then Mr. Phantomhive," the Auror bent down slightly to look at Ciel, "please remember to take good care of your butler, otherwise there may be irreversible consequences."

You know, there are quite a few wizards who die every year due to failure in Apparition, and many of them can't even find a complete body.

Sebastian, who had been smiling at his young master's tricks, picked up the boy with one hand. His free hand casually stroked the shoulder that the Auror had just touched, then he placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head.

"Please rest assured, I will definitely protect the young master well."

"Is that so?" The punk-born Auror laughed dryly and avoided Sebastian uncomfortably.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the deacon's actions just now, but he really couldn't tell what was wrong.

Maybe it's an illusion?

He shook his head, and the little curls on his head swayed with his movement, and then he felt a hand silently placed on his shoulder.

!!!

"Excuse me, can we set off now?" the man who was nearby asked with a smile.

"Of course." The Auror put away his complicated thoughts and raised his wand again.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them arrived at an empty square.

"Where is this...?" Sebastian held Charles, who was curled up in his arms, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the familiar scene. "Trafalgar Square?"

"Ah? Oh, that's what Muggles call it. This way..." the Auror said as he led Sebastian towards the statue at the edge of the square.

"This...what is your name?"

"Me?" The Auror showed his big white teeth. "Andy Cooper."

"So Mr. Cooper..."

"Please follow me closely next." Andy Cooper took out a palm-sized card from his pocket, shook it at the marble statue, and then rushed straight towards the statue.

Ciel and Sebastian saw that the air around the statue began to ripple like the surface of a calm lake, completely engulfing him.

"Mr. Phantomhive?" Then an arm floating in the air suddenly appeared on the face of the statue, and the arm was still waving constantly, making it no different from a horror movie.

Sebastian looked at the young master in his arms, took two steps forward and bumped into him.