The Charles Becomes a Wizard

When Charles woke up again, he was in his own soft big bed.

He subconsciously raised one arm to cover his eyes. The slight movement brought some pain, which made him wake up completely. Looking at his smooth and clean arm, with each finger clearly visible, Charles suddenly sat up from the bed.

He...has changed back? ! ! !

"Oh? Young master, you are finally awake." The curtains on the top of the bed were lifted, and a familiar face appeared in front of Charles.

"You guys, you can find me faster, right?"

All the embarrassing things he did when he turned into a cat replayed in his mind again and again. Having gotten rid of the influence of his cat nature, Charles wished he could just find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

If this guy in front of him could have come here earlier, he wouldn't have to...

Thinking of that fluffy tail, Charles' face turned red.

The angry boy picked up the pillow next to him and threw it at Sebastian's face.

Sebastian caught the pillow with one hand and pressed the other on his chest, the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Because you left by yourself, I thought the young master wanted to play outside by himself for a while. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Charles raised his eyes to glare at him.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you look like that?" Sebastian looked down at the boy sitting on the bed. "Don't worry, as long as the contract exists, I will definitely protect your life."

"But if the danger you encounter is due to your own mistakes, you will suffer a lot, although you won't die."

"You should understand what I mean, right?"

The young master was so confident that he dared to secretly practice such a dangerous spell as the Animagus spell.

Sebastian felt that he should keep a close eye on the young master.

However, the young master was under his nose all day long, so how could he not know when the young master had done so much preparation for practicing Animagus?

Putting aside other things, Sebastian didn't even notice the part about "holding a single leaf of mandrake in his mouth for a whole month".

To make a potion that can help with transformation, you need to add seven days of dew from a place without sunlight and human contact...

It was as if something had slipped out of his control without him noticing...

The curve of the devil's mouth widened, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

Of course, if Ciel really became obsessed with practicing Animagus and could no longer transform back into human form, Sebastian felt that he could accept it.

After all, in Sebastian's opinion, the young master in black cat form is much more likable than in his normal state.

It was as if a basin of ice-cold water was poured over his head. Charles clenched his fingers on the quilt into a fist and stared at the demon standing beside the bed without blinking.

"No matter what game it is, it won't be fun without some excitement. I thought the young master who likes games would have the same idea."

"Ha, your bad taste is really disgusting, devil." Charles sneered.

"It's an honor to receive your compliment." Sebastian said with a smile, his pleased expression as if Ciel was really complimenting him.

"That's enough," Ciel closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, no longer trying to make any comments on the shameless devil. "How did I change back?"

"I'm not sure about the details, but you changed back on your own not long after you fell asleep."

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, the identity that the young master had tried so hard to conceal would have been exposed in front of everyone.

It was a pity that the black cat stayed in his arms for too short a time, and before he had a chance to get close to it, it turned back.

A hint of regret flashed across Sebastian's dark red eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

With the young master around, he will definitely have a chance to pet the cat!

"Tsk, is that so?" Charles frowned slightly.

Animagus should be a magic that helps wizards hide their identities and facilitate their actions, but when I think of myself after my transformation, I can be knocked down by a single finger...

Ciel felt that this magic might not be suitable for him.

So he rejected Sebastian's suggestion without hesitation: "Why not try it again? Maybe that problem won't arise this time."

Of course, Charles was not ready to give up on this spell completely. After all, he had wasted so much time and energy on this spell. He had finally reached this point, and it would be a shame if he just gave up.

Besides, Animagus is not static at the beginning. It takes several years of practice for wizards to become the animal that best suits them.

Charles believes that the animal that suits him best is definitely not a harmless kitten!

Ciel just didn't want to transform again in front of Sebastian, but he had not forgotten the way this guy looked at him with shining eyes!

Just thinking about it made his whole body shudder.

"That look really suits you, fragile and petite." Sebastian lowered his eyelids and smiled softly, noticing Ciel's thoughts. "Whether you're rolling on the grass or biting your tail, you're very cute."

Ciel: ...

Ciel: !!!

"So, you've been watching all the time?" Charles felt a loud bang in his head, and the boy, whose fair neck was flushed, asked through gritted teeth.

"Ah, didn't I tell you that I would definitely protect your life?" Sebastian blinked innocently.

"Hogwarts is too dangerous for a kitten. In order to prevent you from getting into any accidents where I'm not paying attention, I will of course need to protect you closely."

"..."

After class, Draco returned to the Slytherin common room and just walked to the door of the dormitory. Before he could open the door, he heard Charles' angry roar from inside.

"Asshole! Get out of here!"

Then Sebastian's calm yet infuriating voice said, "But Master, your wounds haven't been treated with medicine yet."

"Get out of here right now!"

Ah, that's what he said. Charles got even angrier.

Draco silently withdrew his hand from the door handle and returned to sit on the sofa in the common room without saying a word.