The Charles Becomes a Wizard

These are not eyes that humans can have...

This was Gellert's first reaction.

But if he is not human, what is he?

Magical creatures?

He didn't remember any magical creature that could transform into a human form...

demon?

No, that's not right either.

Gellert remembered that Ciel had said before that the man called Undertaker and the demon called Sebastian were not of the same species...

Gellert looked at the undertaker with a slightly inquiring look, but the undertaker didn't care at all.

He put his hands back into his long sleeves, still grinning, revealing a mouthful of sharp, pale teeth.

"Gellert, what do you think?" At this moment, Vincent, who was standing not far away, asked.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something. What were you talking about just now?" Gellert asked after he came to his senses.

“Would you like to take advantage of this Christmas to announce your return to everyone?” Vincent raised the glass in his hand towards him.

Although the Phantomhive family's current development momentum in the wizarding world seems to be quite good, its foundation is still too shallow. It is easy for them to suffer losses if they really go against those wizarding nobles who have been passed down for hundreds of years. But if Gellert helps to endorse them, the situation will be completely different.

Even though his reputation in the British wizarding world is not very good, there are wizards all over the world who admire him, and the strength of his subordinates today cannot be underestimated.

Although if the Phantomhive family is related to Gellert, it will inevitably attract the attention of Gellert's enemies.

But Vincent has always believed that opportunities and dangers coexist.

The Phantomhive family now has so many powerful "friends" in charge, so it's totally worth a try.

If the bet fails, the Phantomhive family may suffer serious damage, but as long as it succeeds, the Phantomhive family will be able to take root in the wizarding world completely.

Gellert thought about it for a moment and felt that there was nothing wrong with this operation, so he nodded.

Sooner or later he will announce his return to everyone anyway, so what difference does it make if it's sooner or later?

As for the identity of the “fugitive”?

Gellert believed that no Ministry of Magic in any country would have the courage to say anything to him.

Then his eyes returned to the undertaker.

"Is there something wrong?" Vincent asked.

"This..." Gellert considered his tone and looked at the undertaker who had floated in front of others, "Is his identity...?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you?" Vincent tilted his head.

"tell me what?"

"Undertaker is a god of death."

Gellert: ...

Gellert: !!!

Did you just say something extraordinary with a lighthearted look on your face?

Gellert swallowed. "By Death you mean...?"

"According to legend, there is a god who can bring eternal sleep to humans. This should also be recorded in the stories of wizards."

So, the god of death actually exists?

Gellert looked a little dazed, and he suddenly thought of the Deathly Hallows that had fascinated him when he was young.

He and Dumbledore had believed that Death did not exist, and that the Deathly Hallows might have been an invention of the Peverell brothers...

But since the god of death really exists in this world, then the legend that "the one who collects all the Deathly Hallows can become the master of death" is also true...

Gellert's mind was moved, and there was a hint of heat in his eyes as he looked at the undertaker.

But seeing how unruly he was, Gellert couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Is this guy really the legendary god of death?

Is there something wrong with his personality?

"Hahahaha, the little wizard seems to be thinking about something rude." Undertaker floated in front of Gellert again without touching the ground.

Gellert straightened his expression and asked tentatively: "Mr. Undertaker, perhaps you have heard of the Deathly Hallows?"

This simple sentence caused the undertaker to burst into crazy laughter.

He covered his stomach with both hands and almost fell to the ground laughing.

The other people in the room were obviously used to Undertaker's crazy behavior. They continued with their own topics without even glancing over here.

Gellert was at a loss as to what to do. He had no idea what was so funny about what he said.

After a long while, the undertaker, who was out of breath from laughing, finally stopped laughing. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his black sleeves and stood up straight, staggering: "Young man, I haven't heard this name for a long time."

"So, you know!" Gellert's eyes lit up, "Then the legend..."

"Since you have provided me with some great jokes, I can tell you that the legend of conquering death is false."

undertaker put a finger against his bloodless lips.

"It was just a game I played when I was bored many years ago."

“Hehehe, those little wizards gave me a wonderful performance back then. I didn’t expect that there are still people who know those things now.”

"I thought that after so many years, those things would have disappeared long ago."

As he said this, Undertaker laughed and sighed, "As expected, humans are always so stupid and greedy, and they never learn their lesson. Those who try to cheat the god of death will be punished."

Undertaker's nonchalant attitude was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, and Gellert's heated mind instantly calmed down.

He finally faced up to how big the gap was between humans and the god of death.

For thousands of years, countless wizards have gone crazy for the Deathly Hallows, willing to sacrifice everything for them. But in the end, it is just a game played by the God of Death in his spare time...

Are those wizards who work hard to collect the Deathly Hallows with the goal of becoming the master of the God of Death very ridiculous in the eyes of the God of Death?

Whether they are wizards or Muggles, are they just like ants that can be manipulated at will in the face of the god of death?

"But it is precisely because human beings are complex and greedy enough that they provide me with so many jokes." As he said this, Undertaker raised the corners of his mouth again.