The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Ciel and Sebastian were "driven" out of the office by Snape, who attached great importance to personal privacy.

Looking at the tightly closed door, the two people standing in the corridor looked at each other silently, and then began to act separately.

Sebastian goes to find Eric, while Ciel needs to stay for the start-of-term dinner.

Although he was confident in the devil's ability, Charles couldn't help but lack interest when looking at the sumptuous meal on the long table because he was worried about Eric's situation.

What's going on? Blaise gave Draco a questioning look.

Draco shook his head, he didn't know what was going on.

Charles was fine when he got on the train, but suddenly his mood seemed to change for the worse.

Blaise: Could it be that Professor Snape said something just now?

Draco thought for a moment and continued to shake his head.

He thought it unlikely. It wasn't that Draco looked down on his godfather, but he didn't think Snape was that important in Ciel's heart, important enough to cause such strong fluctuations in Ciel's usually stable emotions.

Seeing Draco and Blaise using their eyes to start encrypted communication across the long table, Pansy, who was sitting next to them, rolled her eyes silently.

"Charles, has some blind person offended you?" Pansy asked directly.

Although Ciel and his Phantomhive family have made a name for themselves in the wizarding world in the past two years, and his status in Slytherin has also been rising steadily, there may be some ignorant freshmen who look down on his Muggle origins and do something secretly...

Although her personality was not very pleasing, as the only female in this small group, Pansy was still treated somewhat preferentially by Charles, who had received a gentleman's education since childhood. So even though he was not in the mood to chat with others at the moment, he did not leave Pansy aside.

"No, I'm just thinking about something."

"That's good," the girl straightened her back and glanced in the direction of the freshmen, "If there are any blind people, you must tell us."

"If there really is such a person, there is no need for the young lady to help." Blaise put his arm behind the back of Pansy's chair and casually said, "Ciel can handle it himself."

Have you forgotten how powerful this seemingly brilliant guy is?

"How can they be the same?" Pansy retorted immediately.

Charles was stunned for a moment, then smiled for the first time that night.

......

Eric's situation wasn't actually that bad.

He was locked in a dark room. The room was empty with only him, and his hands and feet were tied tightly with rough hemp ropes. After struggling twice, Eric did not continue to waste his energy. He curled up in a corner, looking at the surrounding environment in the moonlight coming through the window, and began to think about the next plan.

If Eric simply wanted to leave here, it would be easy for him. After all, he had the door key with him. The door key was a leather bracelet that looked gray and inconspicuous, so it was not searched away like other valuable items on him and remained on his wrist.

But Eric thought of the secret letter sent by the Queen that he saw in his father's study some time ago, and wanted to share his father's worries, so he planned to meet the mastermind first.

Thinking of the deacon who had knocked him unconscious, a cold light flashed in Eric's eyes.

When he is done with this matter, the traitor must go where the traitor belongs!

The mastermind didn't make Eric wait long, and soon came in with his men.

The glaring light brought tears to Eric's eyes. The face under the light was not unfamiliar to Eric - he had seen it more than once at social season banquets this year.

"Marquis Davis, is there anything you want me to do for you?" Eric sat up straight against the corner. Although he had become a prisoner, his aura was not at all inferior, as if he was really a specially invited guest.

The confident and arrogant look is almost exactly like Vincent.

Thinking of the man who was entrusted with important tasks by the Queen and who was always weighing on their heads, a deep disgust flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man with a beard.

"As expected of a heir trained by a powerful noble who has handled the royal family's dirty work for generations, and a hound of the queen who bites and kills enemies with absolute strength." The man looked down at the boy leaning against the wall, "You can still remain calm at this time."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Eric's bland reaction made Marquis Davis frown slightly. After a moment, he showed a strange smile again: "That's good. It seems that you are really valued by him. The more you are valued, the more benefits we can get from him."

"We?" Eric raised his head slightly. "Those drug smugglers are your people?"

"Ah, it doesn't matter if I tell you." Marquis Davis pinched Eric's face with one hand, his fingers digging into Eric's cheek, his eyes filled with disgusting desire: "Anyway, you can't leave here alive."

"I have some cooperation with the United States," he said complacently. "For those people, it is very difficult to get into the UK, so as long as we relax a little at some checkpoints, we can get enough satisfactory benefits. Why not do it?"

“The person who brought me here, is he yours too?” All those who are qualified to follow him have been carefully selected by Vincent. They have clean backgrounds and have been trained by the Phantomhive family for generations. Marquis Davis is a rising star in recent years and it is impossible for him to have the ability to do such a thing.

"Use rules to restrain others and only keep the benefits for yourself. Your Phantomhive family has blocked the way of too many people. Many people are holding back their desire to pull you down from your current position." Marquis Davis sneered and raised his other hand to pat Eric's cheek.

"However, what happens next has nothing to do with you. You just need to be obedient. After all, it's useless even if you think too much."

"With a face like this, even if it's second-hand, it can be sold for a good price on the black market."

"If you attack me, aren't you afraid of revenge from the Phantomhive family?" Eric frowned at the turbid breath so close to him, and at the same time he was ready to activate the door key.

"Hahahahaha, revenge?" Marquis Davis laughed loudly. "I will leave England soon. When you are tortured to death by the pervert, who will know that it was me who did it?"

"Oh my, Master Eric, you and the Master are indeed brothers."