The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"I think you should also know that the Phantomhive family and the Malfoy family are now in a cooperative relationship. Why should I go far away?"

"So far, our cooperation is quite pleasant. We gave up a powerful Malfoy and chose the little-known Order of the Phoenix. Oh, is this the name you just mentioned?"

Seeing Dumbledore nod, Ciel continued.

"It does not conform to the Phantomhive family's current development plan in the wizarding world."

"What advantages does the Order of the Phoenix have over the Malfoys?"

"Cooperating with Malfoy can bring huge benefits to the Phantomhive family. So what can the Phantomhive family gain by cooperating with the Order of the Phoenix?"

Ciel tapped on the wooden armrest of the chair with his fingers and met Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze without avoiding or flinching.

"I consider myself a qualified businessman, and a qualified businessman will not do business at a loss."

"How can they be the same!" Dumbledore couldn't help but retort, suppressing the chill that surged in his heart. "Perhaps Mr. Phantomhive doesn't know that Lucius Malfoy is also a Death Eater."

Once Voldemort returns, he will definitely become that man's subordinate again.

The speed at which the Malfoy family was amassing wealth was alarming. Dumbledore couldn't imagine what would happen to the British wizarding world when Lucius, who had even greater assets than before, became Voldemort's pawn again.

"So what?" Ciel propped up his chin, thinking of Gellert, the domesticated dark wizard Grindelwald, and Voldemort, who had been humiliated several times in front of Sebastian, without panicking at all. "I am sure he will not attack me and my family."

"Do you know what you are doing? Do you know how cruel Voldemort's methods are?" Dumbledore asked repeatedly. "Don't you care about the safety of the Muggle world at all?"

"Mr. Dumbledore!" Ciel interrupted him coldly, "Let me remind you that I am only 13 years old now. Please don't push such a heavy responsibility onto me casually."

"If my decision really has such a great influence, then is there any need for the so-called 'savior' to exist?"

"Oh, I forgot, Harry is only thirteen years old this year," Charles curled his lips and said sarcastically. "You mean, everyone's safety depends on our two underage children?"

"And the adult wizards..."

"Mr. Phantomhive, I didn't mean that." Dumbledore interrupted him, "I just want to remind you of what may happen in the future. You should know that Muggles cannot withstand the attacks of wizards. If you choose the right partner, you can avoid many tragedies."

"Okay, where were we just now?" Ciel didn't insist on this topic. He spread his hands and said, "By the way, putting aside the fact that Mr. Malfoy is a Death Eater, does the Order of the Phoenix have any other advantages?"

"The Order of the Phoenix is ​​an organization established to fight Voldemort and protect the wizarding world..."

After listening to Dumbledore's description of the Order of the Phoenix, Ciel asked, "So, what you mean by support is that I pay money in exchange for members of the Order of the Phoenix to protect ordinary people?"

"How many people are there in the Order of the Phoenix now? How many of them are capable of fighting, besides you? How good are their fighting abilities? Can they move faster than a gun?"

Facing a series of questions from Charles, Dumbledore frowned slightly. He was not used to being questioned.

"Oh, of course, believe me, they are all determined and good players. You don't need to worry about these things."

"I think the prerequisite for achieving cooperation is that both parties have a certain understanding of each other."

Charles couldn't help but start to wonder if his previous behavior in front of Dumbledore was so stupid?

You don't tell him anything, but you still want to get money from him with just words?

"Do you know how many outstanding wizards have accepted the recruitment of the Phantomhive family in the past two years?" Charles suddenly asked.

"This..." Dumbledore, who always looked down on Muggles, never paid attention to this.

The size of the British wizarding world simply cannot accommodate all the new graduates from Hogwarts every year. Graduates who grew up in the wizarding world are in a better situation. Whether good or bad, their families usually make a series of arrangements.

Most Muggles or half-bloods often fall into a period of confusion for a long time after graduation. They do not have the diplomas of ordinary people and have not received the education that ordinary people should receive. Naturally, it is difficult for them to find a stable and decent job in the Muggle world, and there are not enough positions for them to choose from in the wizarding world.

At this time, the Phantomhive family was undoubtedly an excellent place for them to go - the salary was sufficient and the work was easy.

After two years, the Phantomhive family has taken over most of the graduates from Hogwarts in the past five years. In comparison, the current number of people in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​pitifully small.

"Mr. Phantomhive, what do you want to say?" Dumbledore asked.

"I just want to say that the wizards of the Phantomhive family are enough to protect ordinary people. Why should I spend money to support another Order of the Phoenix?"

"How is that possible?" Dumbledore retorted subconsciously.

Ciel did not argue with him. He took out a small pistol from his waist and pointed it at Dumbledore. "Mr. Dumbledore, have you not paid attention to the development of Muggles for a long time?"

Dumbledore had seen guns when he was young, but the lethality of guns at that time seemed to him to be no different from useless. So even though Charles was pointing a gun at him, his eyes were still very calm. He was confident that those things called bullets would not cause him any harm.

Charles raised the corner of his lips slightly and slowly pointed the gun in his hand to the other side. After a series of loud noises, the pink wall with a protective spell was completely penetrated.

Dumbledore clenched his hands on the table.

"This...how is this possible!" The pupils hidden behind the half-moon glasses trembled constantly.

"This is just the most common weapon." Ciel put the gun on the table and stretched out a finger to push it in front of Dumbledore. "Mr. Dumbledore, those weak 'Muggles' you mentioned have more terrible weapons than this."

"..."

"You'd better pray that the chaos in the wizarding world will not cause any harm to ordinary people, otherwise..."

"You..." Dumbledore took a deep breath. "You are threatening me."

"How could that be? I'm just reminding you not to underestimate anyone."

"Once wizards cause trouble in society, our Phantomhive family will never sit idly by."

"Phantomhive..."

"Oh, it seems you don't know much about my family," the handsome boy smiled. "The Phantomhive family has been loyal to the royal family for generations, cleaning up the eyesores that affect social harmony for the royal family all year round."

"He's called the Queen's Dog."