The Charles Becomes a Wizard

As Draco eagerly anticipated, the Christmas holiday finally arrived.

The night before the students went home for the holiday, Blaise finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked Draco, who was obviously in high spirits, "Draco, do you have any special plans for the holiday?"

Although Blaise also likes taking a vacation, isn't Draco's performance a little too exaggerated?

"No, it hasn't." Contrary to Blaise's expectations, Draco answered simply and crisply.

"But you look happy..."

"You don't understand." Draco looked at Blaise with a complicated expression, then sighed deeply.

His life in recent times can be described as being in dire straits.

I don’t know what Sebastian did to Ciel when he turned into a cat. Anyway, it has been more than a month since that day. As soon as they enter the dormitory, the master and servant start to confront each other and harm each other.

Ciel had all kinds of reasons to find fault, and Sebastian had all kinds of excuses to make trouble. Both sides had wins and losses, and it was barely a draw, but it was hard for Draco who was forced into the "remedial class" by Lucius...

The atmosphere in the dormitory was weird and depressing, but Draco couldn't afford to offend either the master or the servant.

A proud and arrogant little platinum noble who used to look down on everyone except his father was forced to learn how to read the air...

Who would believe it if he told others? He was even very skilled at smoothing things over now!

Draco couldn't help but start to reflect on how he ended up like this.

He's a Malfoy! He should be the boss of Hogwarts!

But now...

Draco sighed again.

Fortunately, the holiday is coming soon. He really can't go through a day like this where he has to think twice before going back to the dormitory!

I just hope that after returning from vacation, they can return to their previous way of getting along.

He no longer secretly complained about Ciel being spoiled by Sebastian.

Draco's reaction made Blaise even more curious, and seeing that Draco was unwilling to speak clearly, he turned his attention to Charles, who was closest to Draco.

Ciel Phantomhive, one of the chief criminals: ...

"I don't know either." Charles said calmly.

is it?

Blaise looked from Draco to Ciel, disbelieving him.

But their attitudes were already clear, and even if Blaise didn't believe it, there was no other way. He kept the matter in his heart and planned to find out from other channels after the holiday whether there was any new developments in the Malfoy family.

Of course, he did this not just to satisfy his curiosity. The Malfoy family, which had reached a cooperation with the Phantomhive family, was now in its heyday, and any action they took could affect the entire wizarding world.

For the young wizards of Slytherin, the third grade is actually a watershed. The little snakes who are trained to be heirs are usually allowed to formally come into contact with the family business in the third grade. In many cases, the status of the entire family can be reflected through the status of the heir.

This is also the main reason why the little snakes in Slytherin often act in a cold and noble manner.

The Zabini family, to which Blaise belongs, is maintained and developed mainly by his mother, the beautiful Mrs. Zabini, who moves around among various men and obtains all kinds of gossip. Blaise, who has been influenced by this since he was a child, certainly will not underestimate any insignificant news.

In fact, it is not only the students in the audience who are looking forward to the holiday. The professors are of course also looking forward to having a relaxing Christmas holiday. Howard, who received an invitation to the Christmas party from Gellert, is even more eagerly looking forward to it, wishing that time could jump directly to Christmas.

at last!

His efforts were finally noticed by Mr. Grindelwald!

He was finally qualified to attend the banquet that only subordinates trusted by Mr. Grindelwald were qualified to attend!

Howard even began to be thankful that so many bad things had happened in Hogwarts. If the school had always been peaceful, he didn't know when he would be seen by Mr. Grindelwald!

As long as I can get Mr. Grindelwald's attention, it doesn't matter if there are more troubles next semester!

Howard thought so in a moment of excitement, but he didn't know at that time that his "dream" would come true in the near future.

Phantomhive Manor.

Gellert sneezed into his handkerchief.

The sneeze attracted the undertaker's attention.

Undertaker "floated" in front of Gellert with his long sleeves, and before Gellert could react, he stretched out his left index finger, and the long black nail pressed a small dent on Gellert's face.

"Hehehe, is the little wizard feeling unwell?"

"Would you like to live in the coffin I made especially for you?"

Gellert took a step back silently and rejected him without hesitation. "No, I won't bother you."

When facing an undertaker who is very powerful but never plays by the rules, Gellert always has a creepy feeling, as if he is being targeted by a prey.

Although the adventurous Gellert was not afraid of this feeling, he was even slightly excited because of the challenge...

But this does not mean that he has no fear in his heart.

Moreover, although he has now abandoned his old look and returned to his middle-aged appearance, he is still over a hundred years old and is still called a "little wizard" or something...

It was really hard for him to get used to it.

"Hehehe," Undertaker obviously didn't take his rejection seriously, but moved closer, so close that Gellert could feel his cold breath hitting his face. "When your life truly comes to an end, I will definitely hold a grand party for you."

Through the gap in the thick silver bangs, Gellert saw a yellow-green eye full of boredom and fatigue.

"I don't hate the little wizards who work hard for those meaningless ideals..."

"I am really looking forward to what kind of wonderful performance you will bring to me, little wizard~"

The contemptuous words should have caused Gellert's dissatisfaction, but at this moment Gellert's mind was all on that yellow-green eye, and he had no time to pay attention to what the undertaker said.