The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Well, maybe this was a wrong decision.

Facing the gazes of passers-by, Charles touched the head of his brother who was clinging to him desperately, and comforted him with a frown: "I will be back at Christmas, you can write to me."

Eric rubbed his furry head against Ciel's neck. "You didn't buy an owl."

"You can borrow Draco's!"

Charles's thin body was shaken by the friction, and he looked up at the sky silently. Speaking of which, has Eric been a little too emotional recently?

However, Charles knew that Eric was just feeling a little uneasy because he had never been separated from him for so long, so he did not forcefully pull him away. He let Eric chatter on and on in his ear. In the crowded crowd, he and his brother became a beautiful sight in everyone's eyes.

"You two...what are you doing?" I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned around and saw Draco, who had appeared out of nowhere with a confused look on his face. Lucius, who looked up slightly and had a strange expression on his face, was standing next to him.

"Mr. Malfoy, Draco," Charles nodded slightly as a greeting. He patted Eric, who was hanging on him with a stiff body, without changing his expression. "As you can see, we are saying goodbye."

Eric raised his hand to wipe his face, then turned around and greeted the Malfoy father and son as if nothing had happened, as if the person who had just been hanging on to his younger brother and acting coquettishly was not him.

Lucius looked at the two calm and well-behaved boys in front of him, then looked at his son beside him, and suddenly felt a little disgusted. Just in terms of pretending emotions, his little fool was far worse than those two boys.

However, thanks to the Malfoy father and son, Charles and Eric's farewell ceremony saved a lot of time. No matter what, Eric couldn't act petty in front of his future collaborator.

Invited by the little platinum noble, Charles entered the exclusive box of the Malfoy family. Judging from the appearance alone, the Malfoy family's box is indeed more spacious and comfortable than ordinary boxes. The two had just put their luggage away when the door of the box was opened from the outside.

"Draco..." A tall dark-skinned boy came in. He was obviously stunned when he saw Ciel. The leisurely smile on his face disappeared instantly. He frowned slightly and looked at the strange face critically: "This is not a place for punks to enter..."

"Blaise," Draco interrupted before the boy could say anything more cutting. "He's my guest."

"When did the Malfoys start making friends with the Muggles?" A girl with short black hair appeared behind him. She raised her chin slightly and looked at Charles as if he was looking at something dirty.

"Pansy!" Draco growled. Of course, even though he had been exposed to the Muggle world and knew that their weapons were not to be underestimated, he still looked down on Muggles, but Ciel and ordinary Muggles were different in Draco's eyes. He would always remember the blood that splattered on his face in that dirty warehouse and the boy who stood beside the corpse and stretched out his hand to him.

Not to mention that this guy was able to hold his own in a negotiation with his own father...

Draco, who had already begun to receive education as an heir, knew very well that he, or they, had not yet despised the qualifications of such an existence.

He warned in a tone of voice that Zabini and Parkinson had never heard before: "Don't let me hear that again."

Parkinson's face quickly turned red. She glared at Charles fiercely, covered her face with her hands, turned around and ran out.

"Blaise?" Draco turned around. "Aren't you going after her?"

"Why should I go?" Zabini lazily found a seat and sat down, "Weren't you the one who pissed off the little princess and ran away?"

He was still very interested in the hemp breed that could change the attitude of the arrogant platinum noble.

"This is Blaise Zabini," Draco introduced them to each other when he saw that Zabini had no intention of leaving. "This is Ciel, Ciel Phantomhive."

Surprisingly, you still take it very seriously? Zabini raised his eyebrows. This kind of introduction is actually very interesting. Usually, people with lower status will be introduced first and then people with higher status. Of course, if one of them has a closer relationship with the introducer, it is not necessary to introduce them according to their status. But it is obvious that they are not in the second situation now.

Zabini and Draco's relationship could only be considered pretty good, as they had only exchanged a few times at previous banquets. To be honest, it was not that close. At least Zabini didn't think his relationship was better than that of the person who was invited to sit in Malfoy's exclusive box.

The two of them simply greeted each other, and the three of them began to chat casually. Of course, Ciel could sense Zabini's temptation. After all, his thoughts were a little too superficial for Ciel at the moment.

And Charles happened to be very good at dealing with other people's temptations.

Not long after, the door of the box was opened with a swish, and a girl with messy curly hair appeared at the door. She quickly looked around the box and asked anxiously, "Have you seen a toad?"

"Toad?" Charles repeated. Is there really anyone who would keep such a dirty thing as a pet?

"Yes, a toad." The girl spoke quickly, "It was Neville Longbottom's pet in the previous carriage. It just got lost."

"No, I don't have one." Charles shook his head. His education made him always gentle when dealing with women. "You can look for one somewhere else."

Zabini and Draco were already frowning at the girl's rude behavior.

"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger." The girl said suddenly, "If you don't mind, can I go in and look for her?"

Ah, Draco and his friends are about to explode!

"Sorry, we still have something to discuss," Charles smiled slightly, "If it's convenient, could you help us close the door?"

Many times, having an outstanding appearance is very useful. Hermione's cheeks blushed, she responded softly, closed the door and ran away.

Ciel shrugged at the slightly weird looks from Draco and Zabini: "It's easier this way, isn't it?"

"Ahem," Draco coughed dryly and continued the topic that had just been interrupted: "They said that the savior is on this train now. Should we go and take a look first?"

Harry Potter's reputation in the wizarding world is well-known. Even Draco, whose father is a Death Eater, grew up hearing his name.

Draco was naturally quite curious about the boy who was able to defeat "you know who" and save the wizarding world as soon as he was born, and his curiosity was mixed with a lot of admiration that was deliberately ignored.