The Charles Becomes a Wizard

I don’t know what Vincent did behind the scenes. In any case, the Queen did not openly vent her anger on the Phantomhive family because of the fire set by Charles.

Time passed slowly, and Halloween came in the blink of an eye.

"Sebastian," Ciel asked through gritted teeth, pointing at something that was placed on the bed. "Can you tell me what this is?"

"This is the evening dress that Mrs. Rachel prepared specially for you." The butler, dressed in black, answered seriously.

"Change it to a normal style for me!"

"Don't you like it? It's a rare costume party." Sebastian pinched his chin with one hand and pretended to think, "Mrs. Rachel spent a lot of time on this dress. She looked through many magazines before choosing this one for you."

"I don't like it!"

Charles had reason to suspect that this evil-minded guy in front of him had said something to his mother, otherwise, according to his mother's character, she would never prepare such a thing for him...

Seeing the two of them arguing, Draco couldn't help but look at Charles' bed.

Isn't it just a masquerade dress?

Why is Charles so...

Disgusted?

"puff"

Looking at the pink Rococo-style skirt on the bed, which was decorated with bows of different sizes, Draco turned his head away and laughed quietly.

"Did you see it?" A hand was placed on his shoulder, and a sinister voice came from the side.

Draco quickly straightened his lips and looked back at Charles with an innocent look: "What are you talking about? I didn't see anything."

"You, did you see that?" The sense of oppression around Charles increased dramatically, and bright flames almost appeared in his deep blue eyes.

Draco, who was inferior to him in momentum, shook his head wildly.

"No, no, I didn't see anything."

"Mr. Phantomhive, as a professor, I have to remind you that it is wrong to threaten your classmates." Sebastian, who was standing aside with a nonchalant look, said this.

"Huh?" Charles turned his head suddenly, picked up the hat decorated with pearls and gems that matched the dress and placed on the bedside table, and threw it towards Sebastian's face.

"Go get me some normal clothes!"

"It suits you very well," Sebastian took the hat lightly, "Put on this dress, you will definitely be the most charming and eye-catching lady in the whole auditorium."

"Shut up! I'm a man, not a lady!"

Seeing that Ciel was about to explode with his laughter, Sebastian instantly restrained his playful attitude, which made Ciel, who didn't have time to vent his anger, feel very uncomfortable.

"So, you did it on purpose just now?" Charles looked at the brand new dress that Sebastian took out of the suitcase.

"How could that be? Mrs. Rachel did say that she hopes you can wear the clothes she prepared personally." Sebastian quickly took out the iron and carefully ironed the wrinkles on the clothes.

"So what do you say about this dress?"

"As your personal butler, young master, of course I have to prepare a backup plan in advance."

As they were talking, Sebastian was already helping Ciel put on his clothes.

This kind of work ability and execution ability will amaze Draco no matter how you look at it.

"Draco?"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"If you don't get ready quickly, you'll be late for the dinner."

"Ah? Oh, oh, Ciel, wait for me."

When Ciel and Draco entered the Great Hall together, they caused a commotion among the crowd.

Draco was wearing a white close-fitting robe embroidered with gold thread, a diamond crown on his head, and a dark green teardrop-shaped gem hanging between his eyebrows. His delicate facial features, proud expression, brilliant platinum hair, and a pair of pointed elf ears made him look sacred and inviolable.

In sharp contrast to him was Charles, who was wearing a green dress, dragging a long tail behind him, and carrying two tattered wings with spurs on his back. He had a pair of dark red vertical pupils, and his neck to his jaw was covered with fine scales.

The strong sense of oppression brought by the strange and gloomy aura lingering around him made the small animals in the auditorium avoid his sight.

"Merlin's ripped wool socks, Charles, you look so cool!" Bryce, who was dressed as a wizard knight, reached out and poked the wings behind Charles.

Then his hands were slapped away by the wings.

"When you walked in, quite a few girls stared at you." Blaise nudged Charles' arm with his elbow and said jokingly, "I guess quite a few people will muster up the courage to approach you guys soon."

"How about it? Do you want to have a passionate campus romance?"

"No thanks." Charles refused bluntly. He was not interested in wasting time on those unnecessary things.

"Draco, what about you?" Blaise changed his target. "Oh, come on, we're almost halfway through third year. It's embarrassing not to have given our first kiss at our age."

Is that right?

Draco fell into deep thought.

Draco began to consider whether he should try to find a girlfriend.

My father once said that a qualified Malfoy must never lag behind others in anything!

(Lucius: No, I don't mean for you to use this sentence at a time like this...)

Then he looked at Charles, who was calm and composed, and gave up the idea.

It always feels like it will be very troublesome. He has so many things to learn and no time!

Pansy, who was holding a fan to cover the lower half of her face, rolled her eyes at Blaise in a very unladylike manner: "Do you think everyone is as philandering as you?"

"I just give every woman who loves me an equal chance to be with me." Blaise retorted. "I'm not a playboy."

"Even if you say that, it can't cover up the fact that you changed three girlfriends in one semester."

"Oh, Pansy, Pansy, Pansy," Blaise raised his eyebrows and showed a charming smile on his face, "My feelings for them are all very sincere."

"Even though we broke up, we still kept enough dignity for each other, and we are still good friends now."

Ciel: ...To be able to do this is, in a sense, a skill.

But why did he have a very strong sense of déjà vu?