The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Third graders shouldn't be able to buy butterbeer, right?"

Before Draco could even smile, Blaise poured a bucket of cold water on the two eager people.

At their current age, it is impossible for the shop owner to sell them alcoholic beverages.

Pansy pursed her lips. Before she could say anything, Draco said, "Let's go to Zonko's Magic Joke Shop first. If we have time, we can go to other places. Then we can go to the Three Broomsticks before we go back to school."

Even judging by the current situation, there will be no shortage of customers in other stores, but they have finally come out for this trip, and they can't just go back to school just because there are so many people.

Blaise and Pansy looked at each other and voted in favor of Draco's arrangement. Goyle and Crabbe, who were still trapped in the crowd of Honeydukes, were released by Draco without hesitation. As for Ciel...

Charles spread his hands towards the three of them and said, "I have something else to do, so I won't be joining you guys for a while. I'll go to the Three Broomsticks to find you before I go back to school."

"Is it a date with a cute girl?" Blaise asked casually.

"No, it's business."

"What a shame," Blaise shook his head and tactfully stopped asking. "Before this weekend, a lot of girls asked me about you. I thought someone had already succeeded."

Charles, who didn't care at all, just smiled when he heard it.

"Do you think everyone is as fickle as you?" Pansy habitually retorted to Blaise.

Blaise Zabini, the famous playboy at Hogwarts, was not offended at all. He shrugged casually and said, "I can't help it. Who made me so popular?"

The group walked forward, talking and laughing. Behind them, Sebastian, dressed neatly in a tuxedo, was working tirelessly, using his speed advantage to snatch candies from a group of hungry wizard cubs.

After separating from Draco and the other two, Charles walked to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop on the corner according to the address on the invitation. He looked up at the small sign and stood at the door of the tea shop for a long time without moving.

This teahouse looked very cramped. Through the glass windows one could see that it was filled with mist. It seemed as though everything was decorated with tacky lace. Although there were many customers coming and going, they were obviously couples. Charles, who was alone, looked particularly conspicuous.

Charles couldn't help but confirm the invitation in his hand again.

"Master, why don't you come in yet?" Sebastian, with his arms filled with all kinds of candies, appeared silently behind Charles.

"Are you shy?" Sebastian pretended to understand something, and his narrow eyes swept across the boy's slightly red ears.

"Shut up." Charles glared at Sebastian, and in order to prevent this guy from saying anything more outrageous, he quickly took two steps forward and pushed open the door of the teahouse.

The wind chimes on the door rang crisply. Mrs. Puddifoot, who was sitting in the corner, looked up and down at the master and servant who came in together, and the smile on her face became a little strange.

"Mrs. Puddifoot," Charles walked straight to Mrs. Puddifoot and handed her the invitation, "I have an appointment."

"Oh, oh..." Mrs. Puddifoot took the card and looked at it, then looked at Charles: "He is waiting for you in the room on the left on the second floor."

"Thank you." Charles nodded at her and went upstairs directly under the vague gaze of other guests.

"Mr. Phantomhive, long time no see, would you like a cup of black tea?" The old man asked with a smile while sitting in a room filled with deep and light pink and lots of lace. "As I said, Madam Puddifoot's black tea tastes the best."

"Mr. Dumbledore, long time no see." Ciel sat down opposite him. "You finally remembered to make an appointment in advance this time."

"Oh, Mr. Phantomhive, I think we should talk calmly." Dumbledore, who was slightly pricked, kept moving his hands and continued to add sugar cubes into his cup. He didn't put down the tongs in his hand until the black tea in his cup turned into a viscous liquid with satisfaction.

"You seem to have many prejudices against me. After talking, I believe we can eliminate each other's prejudices."

Looking at Dumbledore who was drinking the "black tea" with satisfaction, Charles felt a little toothache, and he silently "took" his eyes off the teacup.

Can you really taste the flavor of black tea after adding so much sugar?

"What do you want to talk about?" The overly sweet scent in the air made Charles frown.

Dumbledore did not answer him directly.

"I didn't know you had a guest. May I know this person's name?" His gaze, as if real, fell on Sebastian who was standing behind Charles through his half-moon eyes.

"I am the young master's personal butler, Sebastian Michaelis."

"Mr. Michaelis, please sit down and talk."

"I am just a deacon and cannot be on equal footing with the young master."

Sebastian's words made Dumbledore stunned for a moment. You know, in the wizarding world, even the extravagant Malfoy family did not have such strict rules.

Or rather, there is only one person in the wizarding world who has made a similar rule...

Dumbledore suddenly thought of Tom many years ago. His Death Eaters seemed to be very respectful when facing him.

The boy in front of me really looks like Tom back then...

The old man with white hair and beard lowered his head and took a sip of the bitter sweet black tea.