The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Help?" Ciel showed a relaxed and comfortable smile on his face. "No, I'd better not trouble Mr. Dumbledore. I have already dealt with my affairs."

Dumbledore paused, then smiled and said, "That's good, that's good."

"Then if there is nothing else, I won't waste your time." Ciel seemed not to notice the old man's meaningful gaze. "You came to the Ministry of Magic on purpose, so you must have something to deal with, right?"

Noticing the syllables he deliberately emphasized, Dumbledore realized that his intentions were seen through by the frighteningly smart boy in front of him. His smile turned bitter and his tone became serious: "Mr. Phantomhive, I think we need to talk."

"Here?" Charles asked back, looking at the busy hall.

"Of course not," Dumbledore shook his head and held out his hand to Ciel. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind having a cup of tea with an old man."

"Mrs. Puddifoot's tea is the best."

"Need to Apparate?"

After receiving a positive answer, Charles did not put his hand in his as Dumbledore had expected.

The boy's smile was clean and bright, but the words he said were a direct rejection.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, I have other plans and no time. If you really have something to do, you can make an appointment with me in advance."

As soon as Ciel said this, Lucius opened his eyes wide in surprise.

This is Dumbledore! Dumbledore, who is famous in the wizarding world!

Even Lucius, who always disliked him, would not embarrass him in public with such a ridiculous reason!

"Because of what happened before, I have some doubts about you." Charles gently turned the ring on his thumb and said in a steady voice: "I will not entrust my safety to someone who is hostile to me. I hope you can understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were high and low gasps all around. It was obvious that many people heard what he said, which did not surprise Charles.

The appearance of a child in the Ministry of Magic was already eye-catching enough, and with the powerful Lucius and the greatest white wizard, it was natural that this seemingly outrageous combination would become the focus of everyone's attention.

"Oh, of course, of course." Dumbledore withdrew his hand without changing his expression. His blue eyes looked deeply at the boy in front of him. "Mr. Phantomhive, I know you have some misunderstandings about me, but I hope you can understand that we are not enemies."

Lucius felt a little bit sad.

Dumbledore, do you dare to say this again while looking at the book "Advanced Dark Magic Decoded"?

Ciel smiled noncommittally upon hearing this, and Sebastian took two steps forward at the right moment.

"Master, it's getting late, you see..."

"Well, then Mr. Dumbledore, I'll see you next time."

Ciel had said so much that Dumbledore couldn't force him to go for "tea". He could only put on a kind smile and say goodbye to him.

After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Charles and Sebastian got into the Malfoy family's car.

The kind that looks ordinary on the outside but has a traceless extension spell cast on the inside.

Although the Ministry of Magic has stipulated that the Traceless Extension Charm cannot be used for private purposes, Lucius, as the current leader of the nobles, certainly will not take this small rule seriously.

So, Charles was able to sit on the large and soft sofa and enjoy the black tea at just the right temperature.

"This time..." Lucius frowned slightly. "It was my men who leaked the news and made that person aware of the potential benefits that Muggles could bring."

"I'm afraid similar attacks will happen again." Lucius felt a headache when he thought of the man who looked crazy after learning that the mission had failed.

No one can predict what the next reaction of a guy who has lost his mind and is blinded by anger will be.

"You'd better prepare in advance."

"Perhaps we don't need to worry." Charles took a sip of black tea, his long eyelashes covering his eyes. "Mr. Dumbledore won't let this happen."

"what do you mean?"

"Just let them restrain each other for a while."

"Mr. Dumbledore arrived at the Ministry of Magic so "timely" today. He must be trying to do me a favor."

The Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot is more than just a title. As long as Dumbledore is willing, he certainly has a way to overturn the verdict.

If Ciel was really just an ordinary little wizard, and couldn't stand the pressure from the judge, was slandered and convicted, and had his wand confiscated and exiled to Azkaban...

Then Dumbledore, who appeared before he was about to fall into the mud, trusted him, helped him, and was willing to exonerate him, would become a savior in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore's plan was disrupted again because of a certain demon.

Charles put down the teacup and propped up his chin with one hand. His chubby cheeks puffed up slightly, making him look innocent and harmless.

"That confused soul fragment has a lot of hatred for Mr. Dumbledore, and with Mr. Malfoy by his side, I don't think he would have the energy to pay attention to other things, right?"

"Will that old fox Dumbledore be willing to confront him?" Lucius asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Isn't it the responsibility of the greatest white wizard to destroy the ruthless Dark Lord?" Ciel raised his eyebrows slightly. "Even if it is to prove to me that he has no ill will towards Muggles, he will not let the Dark Lord do evil in the Muggle world."

"Since he really wants to shake hands and make peace, of course he has to give something in return."

Of course, casualties were inevitable during the hostility between the two sides, but Charles and Lucius tacitly ignored this point.

"The legendary Order of the Phoenix should be able to resist a group of rabble, right?"

Ciel was referring to Voldemort's Horcrux, who had gathered his men from somewhere unknown.

"Oh," Lucius smiled sarcastically. "Who knows? After Dumbledore left Hogwarts, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​now just a name."