The Charles Becomes a Wizard

In Draco's imagination, what should a duel be like?

In order to avoid accidental injuries, the duelists would choose a place with few people in advance, usually at night, with perhaps a few witnesses. They would hold their wands and salute each other according to the ancient duel etiquette, and then they would use evil spells on each other, of course, or the three unforgivable curses...

But, it absolutely cannot be like this now.

The contestant who was locked in the high platform lifted his opponent high up and smashed him against the wire mesh. The clusters of iron thorns wrapped around the mesh easily pierced his flesh, and the bright red blood splattered on the faces of the onlookers. The hot blood and the painful wails made the audience cheer even more crazily.

But even though the man was too weak to get up, he was still not let go. The sound of fists hitting flesh, along with the occasional teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking, was clearly transmitted into the box through special speakers.

So violent, so brutal, so filthy.

Draco looked defeated, and he closed his eyes in panic, not daring to look anymore. Where was the interested look at the beginning? But even if he closed his eyes, his keen hearing would still clearly transmit what happened on the platform to his ears, leaving him nowhere to hide.

After an unknown amount of time, there was another round of warm cheers from the venue. Draco could not help but tremble, but his fingers touched something warm. He opened his eyes hurriedly, and it was Charles who poured him a cup of hot tea. He held the cup and subconsciously glanced at the stage out of the corner of his eye.

This "duel" has ended. The winner raised his fists high above his head to show his strong body to everyone, while the loser fell in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open but without a trace of light, and was dragged off the field by the staff like a dead dog.

An inexplicable chill spread from his limbs to his heart. Draco quickly retracted his gaze and took a sip of tea. The fragrant black tea soothed his panic very well. After a long while, he asked in a dry voice: "Is that person... dead?"

"Probably." Charles picked up the teapot with exquisite patterns and poured himself a cup of tea. His tone was calm, as if he was already accustomed to what had just happened.

Why was he so calm? And why did he bring me to such a place?

Draco looked at the calm boy in front of him and suddenly felt a little scared, and his body leaned back unconsciously.

"It was Mr. Malfoy's request." Charles seemed to see through Draco's thoughts and raised his head and smiled at him.

"Father?" Draco opened his eyes in disbelief. How could father? Why...

"This is also part of what you need to learn," Ciel crossed his legs and leaned back on the large sofa, his beautiful eyes looking out the glass. "When you can keep your face calm, you will be able to graduate."

He could understand Lucius's thoughts. Only those who had seen the most extreme evil would be able to and qualified to master it. Only those who had seen the wickedness of human hearts would be able to know what was going on and not make mistakes.

However, Lucius seemed a little too impatient. It might be too early for Draco to come into contact with these things now.

As for Ciel himself? He was out for revenge and to revive the Phantomhive family. He had no choice... At first, he couldn't sleep all night, and even his dreams were filled with blood and screams. Later, the devil learned to quietly crush the little mice that broke into his house, and he got used to the smell of blood and gunpowder.

"Nearly half of the people below have noble titles, and the rest have considerable assets." Ciel's lips curled up with a hint of sarcasm. In a place like this, only the rich or noble can enter. It's not that the people below don't have the right to get a box, but they enjoy the excitement of watching from a close distance. "The Malfoy family is going to buy property here now, and you will inevitably come into contact with them in the future."

Who could have imagined that those well-dressed gentlemen and elegant ladies would be so hideous and dirty in private after taking off their disguised skins?

"Our nobles are like this, how much better do you think they are in your place?" People who have enough money, power and fame will only pursue novelty and excitement more eagerly. When ordinary things can no longer satisfy them, it becomes natural for some disgusting things to happen.

There is a beast hidden in the heart of every human being, pure and ferocious, and it is impossible to tame it. It's just that some people are willing to restrain it, while others can't wait to release it.

Draco's lips completely lost their color, and his beautiful eyes were a little empty. He had never thought of such a thing before today. He wanted to refute that the wizard nobles who appeared in front of him were all kind and polite. Even the Muggles who were not used to Malfoy's overwhelming power only said a few sour words behind his back. He wanted to say that they would not be like the despicable Muggles who used the lives of their own kind as tools for fun. He wanted to say that they would not be as crazy as the group of people below...

Draco said nothing in the end. He was not that naive after all. Thinking about the past his father had told him, thinking about the dirty and dark Knockturn Alley full of dark wizards...

He had learned a lot from his father in the past six months. He knew that the group of poor people led by Dumbledore wanted to suppress the power of the nobles. He knew that his grandfather and the nobles had fostered a half-blood with Slytherin blood in order to resist Dumbledore, who became famous for defeating the first Dark Lord. Unfortunately, something happened in the middle that they could not control, resulting in a lot of power originally held by the nobles being taken away.

Dumbledore was still watching covetously, and the nobles surrounding the Malfoy family had their own ulterior motives. Draco now couldn't say such stupid things as "they were all pretty good."

Draco had known these things for a long time, but no one had ever laid the reality before him. A brutal match pulled back the curtain in front of Draco's eyes, and he clearly realized that Malfoy's friends and enemies were probably no different from the group of demons dancing in disorder below.

"There are still a few games to go." Ciel was a little worried that Draco wouldn't be able to handle it all at once, "Do you want to go back and rest first?"

"No need," Draco closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes became firm, as if he had grown up a lot in an instant. "Continue reading."

He would listen to his father's request and see their true faces clearly.

Charles raised an eyebrow in interest but did not persuade him further.

Draco kept his word and forced himself to finish watching the evening game. Of course, he had nightmares for several days after leaving London, but that is a story for later.