The Charles Becomes a Wizard

accepted?

Thinking of Snape's bloodshot and almost crazy look just now, Sirius felt uneasy and was skeptical about what Dumbledore said.

He really couldn't understand how deep the love was that would make that snotty guy miss someone else's wife for more than ten years...

Sirius and James were close friends. Sirius felt uncomfortable whenever he thought that there was such a gloomy guy hiding in the dark and spying on his friend's life. So even though Dumbledore said that Snape had been protecting Harry in recent years, he was still full of malice towards Snape.

Sirius didn't trust Snape, nor did he think that the snotty guy would repay evil with kindness. How could he expect that insidious and cunning snake to take care of James' son?

Come on, no matter how Sirius looked at him, he felt that he had bad intentions. He had a gloomy face all day long, and who knows what bad ideas he might have!

However, seeing Dumbledore's confident look, Sirius didn't say much. Based on his understanding of Dumbledore, even if he argued with reason, Dumbledore would only muddy the waters. Now that the mysterious man appeared again, Dumbledore would never give up on Snape, a potion master.

Dumbledore, who had full confidence in Snape, was actually relieved to see that Sirius did not get angry on the spot. He thought that Snape had matured a lot now, so he pulled Sirius aside to discuss the next arrangements of the Order of the Phoenix.

When Sirius heard that Dumbledore was worried about not being able to find a new base, he originally thought of contributing the Black family's old house, but when he thought of Harry and the Potter family's sealed ancestral home, he did not say it.

If Harry really can't open the Potter family's ancestral house, he can still leave this one from the Black family to him.

Thinking of this, Sirius' thoughts gradually drifted away.

......

Sebastian, who was staying in the London annex, received a call from the main house. After relaying Charles's opinion, a tall guest appeared at the door of the annex soon.

Sebastian, who was waiting at the door, led the sudden visitor into the reception room of the villa, and then turned around to prepare tea for the guest.

"Professor Snape." Ciel looked at the serious Potions professor with some curiosity.

He didn't look well. His face was pale, his lips were tightly pursed, and his cold expression hid a hint of anger and uneasiness.

It was as if he had suffered a profound blow.

"Mr. Phantomhive."

Snape nodded slightly at Charles, and Charles noticed that there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"Please sit down." Charles gestured to the chair opposite.

He had a hunch that this determined double agent might be able to bring him some good news, making it easier for the Phantomhive family to take root in the wizarding world.

"No thanks." Snape rejected him flatly, looking down at the boy sitting on the chair with his eyes as deep as a cold pool.

Snape always knew that the thin and innocent boy in front of him was not as harmless as he looked. He was a real Slytherin, shrewd and cruel, ambitious and ruthless.

Whether it was suppressing the Slytherins who looked down on Muggles, forcing McGonagall to deduct negative points from Gryffindor, or using the book provided by Dumbledore to harm Dumbledore... it can be seen that he has extraordinary abilities.

He was like a predator hiding in the darkness, with every plan in mind. Every time he struck, he never missed his target. Even the meticulous Dumbledore fell flat on his face after several attempts.

It can be said that the boy named Phantomhive also made a lot of efforts to help Lucius dethrone Dumbledore from the position of headmaster.

But even though he did so many things that seemed remarkable to others, he remained neither humble nor arrogant, which was something that even that adult could not do.

Snape knew that Ciel and Lucius were secretly planning something, and he also knew that Ciel had no good feelings towards Dumbledore, so he went straight to the door after being overwhelmed by anger, but when he really met the person, he didn't know what to say.

Of course he hoped that Dumbledore would pay the price for what he had done, but putting aside the fact that Lily's son still needed Dumbledore's protection, even apart from this, why would this child named Charles cooperate with him?

It was meaningless to rely on the illusory "friendship" to treat a Slytherin who put profit above all else, but what could he do to make the other party feel moved? How could he make the other party believe in him and believe that he, a former traitor, would not betray again?

The identity of a Potions Master might not be enough, but apart from this identity, Snape sadly found that he had nothing for all these years.

Ciel could feel Snape's gaze on him as if it were a physical being, and he could also feel his silent struggle.

But he simply ignored Snape's gaze and slowly flipped through the documents in his hand.

After all, he wasn't the one asking for help, so why should he be so anxious?

The room fell silent for a moment, and the only sound was the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall.

Two light knocks at the door interrupted the silent confrontation between the two.

The next second, Sebastian walked in pushing a food cart. As if he was completely unaware of the subtle atmosphere in the room, he placed the snacks on the food cart on the coffee table.

"This afternoon we're going to prepare caramel pudding with Ceylon tea."

The teapot with delicate patterns was raised high, and the dark red tea fell steadily into the cup. Sebastian first replaced the teacup in Ciel's hand, and then placed another cup in front of Snape.

"Mr. Snape, please." After saying this, Sebastian walked to Charles' side at a leisurely pace and stood still.

Quiet and steady yet with a strong presence.

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched, and he sat down opposite Charles without saying a word.

As the warm tea went down his throat, Snape's tense emotions were eased and his frown relaxed slightly. He pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Mr. Phantomhive, I hope you can protect Harry Potter's safety." Snape, knowing that he was no match for the boy in front of him who was so wise, chose to go straight to the point.

Charles paused while drinking his tea and decided not to beat around the bush with Snape. He raised his eyebrows with interest.

"So, what are you willing to do to protect him?"

Hearing the familiar question, Snape couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Then he gave the same answer he had given to Dumbledore's sarcasm on that windy hill a dozen years ago.

"Anything."

As long as I can protect Lily...

"As long as I can protect him..."

I'd do anything!

"I'd do anything..."