The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Anyway, Sebastian finally had an official identity at Hogwarts and no longer had to hide. As for how he became the most popular professor in Hogwarts with his outstanding appearance and mysterious and unique temperament, that is another story.

After learning from Sirius the reason why Sebastian was discovered by Howard, Ciel felt a little relieved - as long as it wasn't the devil who deliberately exposed him, his current life was already very fulfilling, and he really didn't have the extra energy to deal with the other party's sudden bad taste.

Early morning, Slytherin table.

"Hey," Blaise spread out the Daily Prophet on the table. "Have you read today's paper?"

"Not yet, what's wrong?" Draco leaned over to take a look, then looked away with disinterest. "Blaise, I thought you had received the message before."

That's right, just as Howard expected, the murder case in the Shrieking Shack, the news that should have been blocked, has now been made public on the front page of the Daily Prophet.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that someone was behind this, otherwise how could an unknown reporter have such deep malice towards Dumbledore? Even if he did have an opinion about him, he would not have expressed his attitude without scruples.

The author of the article, Rita Skeeter, used sharp, eloquent and highly inflammatory words. The article not only emphasized the connection between the Shrieking Shack and Dumbledore, openly questioned the highly prestigious white wizard, but even included a sad and painful photo of Barty Crouch Sr. as a comparison.

Although there is no evidence to prove that Dumbledore, who had left Hogwarts, was involved in the death of Barty Crouch Jr., the article did attract widespread attention and discussion.

The reason is simply that Dumbledore, who has saved the wizarding world many times, has been deified in the hearts of many wizards.

What should a god be like? He should be selfless and compassionate, his every move should be in line with the imagination of believers, and he cannot and will not make mistakes.

However, Dumbledore is only a human being after all. Even if he is shrewd and foresighted, he is still only a human being after all. A human being with the ability to think cannot be truly perfect.

But any small mistake made by him will become particularly obvious.

When this god is tarnished, those who have deified him against his will will inevitably feel that they have been deceived.

Rita Skeeter's article was like a heavy hammer that hit home, leaving a crack in the golden image of Dumbledore that people had created, and more "stains" hidden under the halo and usually ignored by people were revealed.

The backlash came faster than expected.

Many wizards, either out of jealousy or because they claimed to be sober, publicly expressed their support for Rita Skeeter. Some people believed that what happened in the Shrieking Shack had nothing to do with Dumbledore. More people chose to remain silent and quietly watched how things developed.

Dumbledore's current situation is not optimistic, and the atmosphere in the British wizarding world has become more tense, but the ups and downs of the outside world have no effect on the children staying in Hogwarts.

"Of course I've heard about it, but aren't you curious about what the altar looks like and what it's used for?" Bryce pointed at the picture in the newspaper with his fork.

"How do you know whether what is said here is true or not?" Pansy poked the fried eggs on the plate with a knife.

"My father said that the magic circle that can summon demons was lost in the Middle Ages." Draco sneered, "This is probably just a gimmick. How could there be such a thing in this world..."

A crisp "bang" interrupted Draco's words. Everyone turned around and found that the cup next to Charles was overturned, and most of the remaining milk in the cup spilled onto the plate in front of him.

"Sorry." Charles smiled at Draco and the others, "I was just thinking about something and didn't pay attention."

"Charles, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the medical wing?" Pansy asked.

“No need.” The boy, whose face was so pale that it was almost transparent, gently lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes hid the stormy waves in his eyes.

"Just rest for a while." He said softly, as if answering Pansy, or as if telling himself.

"It'll be okay."

......

office.

"Sebastian! What the hell is going on!" Charles slammed the Daily Prophet in his hand on the table in front of Sebastian.

"Oh?" Sebastian picked up the newspaper and took a look, a faint smile on his face, "It's just what you see."

The patterns carved on the altar, the masks left on the ground, and even the shape of the branding iron next to it were exactly the same as Charles remembered.

Why? Why does this altar still appear?!

"That's impossible. I already knew all those people back then..."

"You mean to say that after you came to this world, you immediately eliminated those people who held the dark mass, right?" Sebastian raised his dark red eyes and looked at Charles, and after a moment he suddenly laughed.

"The young master nowadays is so naive that it's ridiculous."

"What are you talking about..." Stupid?

"Isn't it?" Sebastian folded the newspaper in his hand slowly and raised his hand to push up his glasses. "Humans are a very greedy species. Didn't you see the "dolls" created by the undertaker with your own eyes?"

"Even if they have lost their souls and do not know pain or fear, they will instinctively seek what they do not have, tearing the bodies of the living and plundering the souls of others."

“Desire is endless.”

"Humans are the kind of species that will trample on others for what they want, even if it means dying."

"What makes you think that the only people who want to achieve their goals through black masses are those you meet?"

"Isn't it ridiculous for you to have such a thought?" Sebastian raised his index finger and gently placed it on his lips, looking at the boy in front of him who seemed to have suffered a great shock with his cold vertical pupils with interest.

"Ah," Charles said softly after a long while, "Yes, it's really ridiculous."

When did it start to happen? Why did he become so naive?

How could he forget the painful past?

He was not qualified to have those naive and ridiculous ideas.

Charles laughed softly, and his laughter grew louder and louder. He held his stomach and laughed until he was almost exhausted. Crystal clear tears fell silently from the corners of his red eyes.