The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"I understand. You can go back now." After a while, Vincent smiled. "I will take care of the rest."

"The orphanage that Charles mentioned might be of interest to Earl Barton."

Since the sponsor has died, the orphanage may not be able to continue to operate. The simplest solution is to find a new investor for the orphanage.

It is also one of Phantomhive's jobs to deal with the subsequent issues and prevent the dark world's wanton actions from affecting the lives of ordinary people.

"That child Ciel should still be waiting for you."

He said nothing about the children who died in the flames.

Through all these years of getting along, Vincent knew very well that his Charles was actually a child with a very soft heart.

Charles is not a bloodthirsty person and would never take the life of an innocent person for no reason. Since he did it, there must be a reason.

There must be something that the boy named DAGGER doesn't know - Gellert extracted the boy's memory before he died, and Vincent saw the process of their committing the crime from his memory.

Vincent couldn't imagine how Charles felt when he saw the altar.

What kind of painful memory must it be for Charles to be so desperate to burn it to ashes...

Although as a father he was reluctant to admit it, if this demon was around, Charles should be able to feel a little more relaxed, right?

Sebastian bowed and saluted: "Well, I will withdraw first."

Vincent nodded casually, looking down at the report compiled by Sebastian in his hand: "Using human bones to make prosthetic limbs, right?"

He let out a low sigh.

Every record in the report was shocking enough even for him, who had controlled the dark world of Britain for so many years.

Treating others as ants and trampling on them at will, fighting each other for their own desires, being hypocritical and artificial, with their hearts full of complex and ugly malice, it is humans who are more like demons than demons...

......

The next day, Charles received an invitation to meet Dumbledore through Snape.

Then Ciel met Dumbledore in the Room of Requirement on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Stepping into a room that looked exactly like the previous headmaster's office, Charles looked at the white-haired old man behind the desk and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Dumbledore, how did you get into the castle?"

The person in front of him obviously did not enter the school through formal channels, otherwise he would not have allowed Professor Snape to slip him a note in secret, nor would he have found such a place to "talk" to him.

Should we say that Dumbledore really deserves to be the headmaster of Hogwarts for nearly fifty years?

Even though he had been dismissed from his post, he still returned to the castle without alerting anyone.

Perhaps we can remind Principal Howard to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the castle.

"Mr. Phantomhive." Dumbledore's expression was very serious, and his clear blue eyes looked at him coldly through his half-moon glasses. "Please take a seat."

"Mr. Dumbledore." Charles was not affected by the other party's momentum at all, and sat down in a chair quite naturally. "What do you want to tell me?"

"Previous disappearances of Muggle children..."

"The case is over and all the criminals have been brought to justice." Charles said calmly.

"I mean the kids!"

In order to get Phantomhive behind Ciel to reach a cooperation with the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore was also very concerned about this missing case, and last night, he finally found Baron Kelpien's villa through various unscientific methods.

However, after arriving at the villa, he only saw flames all over the sky.

The only gain is probably the little fragments of childhood memories that came out from nowhere.

"When you burned down the house last night, those children were still alive!" The scene he saw in his memory was unbearable for the old man.

"You can rescue them!"

The boy in front of me is only thirteen years old, how could he be so cruel?

If he is allowed to continue growing, will he become even more terrifying than Tom?

Dumbledore's desire to cooperate with Charles began to waver. What he saw in his memory made him begin to doubt whether his previous decision was correct.

But now that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​under attack from all sides, Dumbledore does not have many choices...that's why today's conversation took place.

"Ha." Facing Dumbledore's accusation, Charles sneered.

"Rescue them? Rescue them and then what?"

Dumbledore: "Of course..."

"Send them back to their parents?"

"I've seen many children like that before. Once they become like that, there is no way to restore them to their original state." Charles raised his eyelids and looked at Dumbledore.

"Their frontal lobes have been removed."

Frontal lobe? What is that? Dumbledore was puzzled.

"By the way, Mr. Dumbledore may not understand Muggle surgery, so let me explain it to you." Charles' slender fingers gently stroked his forehead.

"Each hemisphere of the human brain is divided into four lobes, and the frontal lobe is the largest one, accounting for about 1/3 of the volume. If it is removed, a person will lose many functions, including a large part of his personality."

"To put it simply, they have completely turned into a walking corpse."

Ciel's voice was calm, with a hint of sadness that was barely noticeable. "Mr. Dumbledore, do you think it's a good thing to live like that, to live as a breathing corpse?"

Dumbledore still found it unacceptable: "Even so, that cannot be..."

"Do you know how much effort it takes to get kids back to where they are?"

"Once their loved ones lose patience with them, do you know what will happen to them? Have you ever thought about how they should survive in this society after being abandoned?"

"Tease, abuse, buy and sell..."

"Will I eventually become a pile of dry bones on the roadside or a plaything in the hands of a pervert?" Charles raised his hand and gently touched the corner of his right eye.

When he was nearly completely destroyed, he successfully summoned the devil, which gave him the courage and strength to stand up again.

However, there is only one devil, and it belongs to him alone.

"It would be happier to just die than to end up like that."

"Mr. Phantomhive, you are too arrogant." Dumbledore was silent for a while, looking at the boy in front of him, but he could no longer say any words of accusation.

Because he knew that what Charles said was right.

But Dumbledore still believed that Charles was not qualified to make decisions for the parents of those children.

"Arrogant?" Ciel crossed his legs and propped up his chin with one hand. "Yes, I am arrogant, but unlike you, I am not arrogant enough to make irresponsible promises that I can save others."

"Compared to me, Mr. Dumbledore, who regards the entire British wizarding world as his own responsibility, is more arrogant."