The Charles Becomes a Wizard

As a really fragile little wizard who never paid attention to physical training, Draco had no chance of winning against Ciel, who was once weak but had trained with Eric for half a year. Not to mention that he was still a novice in fencing, so he lost particularly miserably.

It wasn't long before the noble young Master Malfoy ran out of energy and slumped down in a chair, gasping for breath.

Seeing him like this, Eric rolled his eyes and asked, "Charles, what are your plans for the afternoon?"

"It hasn't been decided yet." Ciel handed Draco a glass of water.

"Hey, Malfoy, can you ride a horse? How about we go hunting this afternoon?" Eric suggested with a smile.

"Riding a horse?" Draco shook his head. There were a few Pegasus in the manor owned by Malfoy, but they were used to pull carts. He could only ride a broom.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how. I can teach you." Eric patted Draco's shoulder in a very familiar manner.

Ciel closed his eyes helplessly at his brother who was obviously up to no good, and said to Draco, "It's okay if you don't want to go." How could learning horse riding be that easy? Even a genius couldn't learn to ride a horse and hunt on the same day, right?

Eric smiled brightly. He just couldn't stand Draco taking up the little time he and his brother had together, and he just wanted to make trouble for him.

"No, I want to try it!" said the little platinum noble, who had no sense of being fragile, excitedly.

So after lunch, the group went to the stable again. Before Eric could continue to cause trouble, Charles asked the stable manager to pick a docile mare for Draco.

In response, Eric said that his brother was overthinking it. He just wanted Draco to suffer a little and had no intention of seeing him get hurt. After all, this man was a guest at home.

Draco had a good talent and was soon able to trot the horse by himself. The boy was very excited as it was his first time riding a horse and he reluctantly left the stable only when it was getting dark.

After returning to the main house, the bright, shining lights that illuminated the entire mansion caught Draco's attention again.

"Is this an electric light?" Draco asked softly, eyes wide open, poking Charles' arm with a finger. He had seen this word in a book his father gave him, but this was the first time he saw the real thing in person, and he thought it was more interesting than the enchanted candlestick at home.

"That's right." Charles nodded, without any intention of mocking him. After all, when he first woke up in this world, he had been fascinated by all the convenient and fast things for a long time.

Draco finished his dinner thoughtfully, and suddenly asked, "Ciel, do you think the wizarding world can use electric lights? If it is used as a commodity, it should be very popular, right?"

Should we say that Malfoy has a natural sensitivity to gold Galleons?

Of course there is nothing wrong with this idea itself, but...

"Why do I remember that the Ministry of Magic seems to have a rule prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items?"

Draco frowned: "Those idiots in the Ministry of Magic wouldn't dare say anything to the Malfoys."

"But it will cause trouble for Mr. Malfoy." Charles pursed his lips.

"Okay, I'll go back and ask my father."

......

The aftereffects of horse riding came quickly. The next day, Draco could hardly get out of bed. He felt as if his whole body was falling apart, and any movement caused him pain. However, thinking of his appointment with Ciel to visit London in the Muggle world before going to bed, he forced himself to walk down the stairs.

"Good morning, Draco." Eric's mouth curled up as he watched him sit at the dining table with stiff steps.

Don't be so obvious about gloating! Ciel kicked Eric under the table, "Draco, how did you sleep last night?"

"Not bad..." This is the truth. He fell asleep almost touching the pillow last night. He never expected that he would be in so much pain the next day. The inside of his thighs were rubbed raw by the saddle.

"You look a little unwell. Why don't you rest at home? We can go to London tomorrow."

"No, thanks, I'm fine." Draco gritted his teeth and insisted. How could he have the nerve to speak when he was injured in that place?

Seeing that he insisted, Charles didn't say anything. To be on the safe side, Draco secretly drank a bottle of potion carefully brewed by Snape before going out. Although the taste of the potion was quite hard to describe, the effect was very good.

The first stop for Charles and Draco was the busiest street in London. Draco was overwhelmed by the sights and bought a lot of strange and weird things along the way and put them in the car.

As the lights came on, the two of them, protected by a team of tall and strong bodyguards, arrived at an underground casino - the main destination of their trip. Before getting off the car, Charles and Draco put on the exquisite masks handed to them by the bodyguards.

Noisy music and the sounds of gamblers' revelry filled the ears. The smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with a decadent smell in the air made people dizzy. The slightly dim lights from all directions made the slightly crazy expressions on people's faces even more hideous.

The simple-minded young Master Malfoy was obviously frightened by the scene of the demons dancing wildly. He couldn't help but shrink back and reached out to grab Charles' arm.

Charles winked at the bodyguard, and someone immediately went to exchange chips for 50,000 pounds. Charles stuffed a few chips into Draco's hand and pushed him to a gambling table. "Let's play a round."

Draco clenched his palms, the hard chips hurt his palms. He glanced at Charles, who looked calm and even a little tired, and felt that his performance was a bit embarrassing. He was a Malfoy, how could he hide behind his peers all the time? With a gamble, Draco took the initiative to stand up.

Draco had good luck, winning more than losing, and he became more and more relaxed and bolder. It was not that there were no blind guys who targeted them, either for money or for people, but anyone who wanted to approach them with bad intentions would be dealt with by the bodyguards hidden in the crowd.

"Do you still want to play?" Charles followed Draco and tried all kinds of ways of playing.

"It's a bit boring, shall we go back?" Draco's pale cheeks flushed with excitement, but his eyes were exceptionally clear. It was obvious that he was not overwhelmed by the adrenaline and addicted to this game.

"No, the highlight is coming next." As soon as Charles finished speaking, a bodyguard leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Master, you are ready."

"Let's go."

Although Draco was a little confused, he followed them. When they arrived at the edge of the casino, a waiter wearing a golden vest and looking indifferent stood in the corner. The bodyguard handed over an exquisite invitation letter, and the man's attitude immediately changed drastically.

He bent down respectfully with a humble smile on his face, pushed open the secret door hidden behind him, and led the group through twists and turns to a luxuriously decorated box. One of the walls in the box was a huge glass. Looking out through the glass, one could see a platform surrounded by barbed wire, and the outside of the barbed wire was filled with excited crowds.

"Are we going to duel?" Draco was a little confused.

"I guess so." Charles said something ambiguous.