The Charles Becomes a Wizard

“So, why did it turn out like this?” The “girl” in an exquisite cloak frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

She looked no more than a teenager, with long blue-gray hair tied into two ponytails with a pink headband, and a two-finger-wide necklace with white lace of the same color as the headband. Under the white cape was a pink skirt, which seemed to be designed for easy movement. The skirt did not look complicated, with only a few black bows on the chest. The waist of the skirt was very tight, and the hem was slightly puffed up, showing a thin waist, making her look slender and thin.

Her skin was very white, and it had a pearly luster under the light. Her small face, which was the size of a palm, was embedded with a pair of deep blue eyes. Her long eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings. Her facial expression was arrogant and cold, but her every move had a special rhythm. She was obviously a little girl who was brought up in an aristocratic family.

She looked out of place in this lively and noisy environment, and seemed more suitable to appear at a luxurious and decadent dinner party of the upper class.

"Why do I have to dress like this?" Charles asked with a small cross on his forehead, almost gritting his teeth.

"Oh, of course it's to hide your identity." Sebastian replied with a smile.

"That deputy leader seems to know Master Vincent. Wouldn't it be bad if your identity as Phantomhive was exposed?"

"Also, judging from the data, cute girls seem to be more popular."

"If you just want to hide your identity, can't you just use Polyjuice Potion?" Ciel's gaze shifted to the white-bearded wizard who was happily watching the fun.

"It is said that drinking the Polyjuice Potion will cause great pain. As your deacon, I really cannot bear to watch you suffer." The devil, with his bangs combed upwards and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, said righteously.

You didn't mention the pain of having to go through feminine manners training again and wearing a chest binder...

"...Forget it." Ciel glared at Sebastian and raised the back of his hand to cover his forehead. "Since we are already here, let's investigate it thoroughly."

Avoiding the bustling crowd, Ciel and Sebastian headed towards the relatively dim camp - the tents that Sebastian had not explored before were in that direction.

Then, they were quickly stopped.

"No entry there." A young man with short silver hair and poisonous snakes coiled around his body stood in front of them.

A snake with a dark grey back and yellow belly opened its mouth towards Sebastian, and Charles heard the young man say in a thin and sharp voice, "Ah, you are the one from last time... Didn't I warn you before?"

Then he added in a cold voice: "That's what White said."

Looking at the sharp fangs so close to him, Charles subconsciously took a step back. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound on the ground. Charles looked down quickly and saw a green snake that had appeared at his feet. After noticing Charles' gaze, the snake twisted its body and made a gesture as if it was ready to attack.

"He must be trying to do something bad! Catch him!" A rough and low voice was heard in my ears, and the next second, the voice became cold and ruthless again.

"That's what Wangel said."

So... this young man with scales on his face is translating what the snakes are saying?

Charles was stunned when he realized this.

If he could speak Parseltongue, could he also be a wizard? Having such a skill would be highly valued in Slytherin, right?

This thought flashed through Charles' mind.

"I'm really sorry," Sebastian said, placing one hand on his chest and bowing slightly. "The master I serve is too willful."

"I just accidentally took the wrong turn!" Charles said with an effortless voice.

Sebastian sighed slightly: "Miss, how is your adventure game going so far? The circus performance is about to begin. Aren't you looking forward to it?"

"Huh, when did I ever say I was looking forward to it?" The girl raised her chin slightly and glanced at Snake, then turned and walked away, acting very arrogantly: "If you don't want to go, then don't go. What's the big deal?"

It seems that we have to find other ways.

He heard that the Potter family seemed to have an invisibility cloak passed down from their ancestors. If it didn't work, could he let Sebastian "borrow" it and use it?

"Well, excuse me." Sebastian bowed to Snake again.

"Sebastian, what are you doing?" The girl's commanding voice came from afar.

Snake stood there, watching the tall man run over in a few steps, and the figures of the master and servant gradually disappeared in the crowd.

"Hiss..." The cold snake's tongue licked his cheek. Snake raised his hand and touched the triangular snake head.

"I really should prepare for the next performance."

Ciel and Sebastian walked around the circus and found no sign of any children.

Dumbledore, who acted alone, also found nothing. He tried to use Legilimency on several lone circus members, but perhaps because those people were marginal figures in the circus, Dumbledore did not find anything wrong in their memories.

Dumbledore even suspected that Charles was overthinking it.

Maybe those disappearances really have nothing to do with this circus?

He was very confident in his magic, it was impossible for ordinary Muggles to avoid his spells, and Muggles' memories would not lie.

Charles had some doubts until the performance was halfway through.

"That person is..." Charles' eyes suddenly widened as he looked at the man in the center of the stage who was wearing a white shirt, green vest, red and white polka dot tie, and a suit covered in gold sequins.

His hair was combed neatly and he wore a pair of square-framed glasses. His overly cold expression formed a sharp contrast with his exaggerated clothes.

And this is not the most important thing.

Most importantly - he has yellow-green eyes.

"Ah, it's the Grim Reaper," Sebastian's expression turned cold. "If possible, I really don't want to see them again. Once they show up, one thing is certain."

"Someone is bound to die nearby," Charles muttered.

"Mr. Phantomhive, did you say anything just now?" Dumbledore asked in a low voice, affected by the cheers of the audience.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but when he met the eyes of the actor on the stage just now, he felt as if his heart stopped for a moment.