The Charles Becomes a Wizard

So...why did things turn out like this?

Lucius stood in the dark passage under the Whomping Willow, looking at the wooden door in front of him and lost in thought.

As a qualified Malfoy who had experienced the dark rule of Voldemort more than a decade ago, Lucius had almost engraved the word caution into his bones.

He has never been an impulsive person. He is deep-minded, cunning and attaches great importance to his own life safety. He is used to hiding in the dark and using various means, such as coercion, inducement or verbal stimulation, to let others charge into battle on his behalf and resist danger.

so......

Why would he take the initiative to step into this potentially dangerous place without any safety guarantees?

Lucius looked at Ciel, whose fighting ability was obviously not that good, and then looked at the red-haired Grim Reaper who was winking at him with two small scissors...

A feeling of regret suddenly surged in his heart. Why did he forget to bring the team of Aurors from Hogsmeade with him?

But now that things have come to this, it's too late to regret. If I withdraw now and send a signal, it will easily alert the enemy...

It would be fine if they guessed wrong, but if the culprit really was hiding here and it would be a pity for him to escape for nothing.

Lucius calmed himself, gripped his wand tightly, and carefully pushed open the wooden door.

The interior of the Screaming Shack was as shabby as its exterior. There was a rotten smell in the house, and the old floor was slightly raised at the edges, making a creaking sound when stepped on. Thick dust accumulated everywhere, so one could clearly see the drag marks and messy footprints on the ground.

However, those traces were also covered with a thin layer of dust, and it was obvious that they were not left recently.

The obvious traces of a fight on the ground did not attract Charles' attention. After all, he was also present at the scene that night when Sirius captured the "traitor", but he had not equated the so-called "Screaming Shack" with this place before.

"This is not a place for actresses." Grell Sutcliffe looked at the surroundings with disgust and used the scissors in his hand to brush away the cobwebs that fell from the roof.

"It seems that there is no one here." Lucius said in a deep voice. "Did I guess wrong?"

"No, wait a minute." Charles took two quick steps and picked up a brass ring from the ground. There was a complex pattern on the ring face, which looked like a family crest. The base was polished to a very bright shine, and it seemed that it was often worn by its owner.

"Mr. Malfoy, look."

"This is the family crest of the Prewett family. It should belong to Andy Prewett." Lucius confirmed his guess.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound in the room. The feeling of being spied on gave Charles a sudden ominous premonition.

Then, the premonition came true, and countless spiders emerged from every corner.

Although these spiders are not as big as the ones in the Forbidden Forest, the sight of them covering the ground in black masses is creepy.

"Grell!" Charles shouted.

"Anything that stands between my love with Sebastian will be cut off by me!" The red-haired Grim Reaper waved the scissors in his hand and stood between Spider and Ciel.

With a flash of cold light, the fist-sized spider was easily split into two halves, and then fell heavily to the ground.

A sticky liquid oozed from the remains of the broken limbs, and Charles noticed that it seeped along the edges of several floorboards.

There is a secret door underground!

There was a gleam in Charles' eyes, but it was obvious that now was not the time to easily check the secret door.

Lucius kept waving the snake staff in his hand and cast one powerful spell after another, but there were so many spiders that it seemed he would never be able to kill them all.

"Mr. Malfoy." Ciel and Lucius looked at each other, and then Lucius put his hand on his shoulder.

"This is an order, Grayer, stay here and kill these spiders!"

“Eh?!!!” The red-haired Grim Reaper, who was busy dealing with the spiders that kept jumping at him, wailed at the top of his lungs, “You are not a human! Do you want to leave me alone?”

"Really? How dare the God of Death say such a thing?"

Before he finished speaking, Lucius and Ciel disappeared from the room in an instant.

Greer Sutcliffe, who didn't expect to be abandoned: !!!

The two wizards, one big and one small, who successfully escaped from danger by using Apparition, looked back at the Screaming Shack that was surrounded by spiders of all sizes, were silent for a moment, and began to discuss the next plan as if nothing had happened.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it is certain that Andy Prewett had entered the Shrieking Shack before his death." Ciel placed the brass ring in his hand on Lucius's hand. "Although I don't know the reason, I think it is necessary to check it carefully."

"Of course." Lucius nodded. "I will apply to Principal Howard."

Lucius' mind was full of questions. Who slipped the note to him? Why did that person do that? Why did spiders suddenly appear in the Shrieking Shack? Could the mastermind really be the person in Andy Prewett's memory? You know, there is more than one way to change your appearance in the wizarding world...

"Besides..." Ciel stroked his chin. "There should be something hidden under the Shrieking Shack."

"what?"

"There seems to be a secret door under the floor."

Lucius, who got the news, left Hogsmeade in a hurry, while Charles went to the Three Broomsticks to meet up with Draco and the other two. After drinking some drinks, they returned to Hogwarts Castle together.

......

"Master, why don't you change your clothes first?" Sebastian frowned disapprovingly at Charles who fell on the bed as soon as he entered the room.

"Ah," Charles responded casually, rubbing his cheek against the soft pillow, and then refused to move.

Too many things happened today, and now he just wants to rest in peace.

"You are so willful. This will bring the dust outside onto the bed." Sebastian sighed and half-knelt on the ground to take off his shoes for him.

Charles didn't care what he said. After he took off his shoes, he pulled his legs onto the bed.

"You're so tired after just a day of playing," the devil chuckled from behind, "Master is really very delicate. Maybe you should exercise more."

"Shut up." Charles suddenly sat up from the bed and threw a pillow over. "You are the weak one!"

"Did anything happen after I left?" Sebastian asked with a smile as he caught the pillow. "The young master seems to have a scratch on his calf."