The Charles Becomes a Wizard

As soon as Charles walked out of the train station, he was taken away by Gellert without even having time to go home.

Sebastian, who was left alone, was carrying Charles' luggage in his hands, his face still maintaining the gentle yet distant smile he had just worn when he greeted Gellert. However, the young master who had just stood beside him disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Sebastian: ...

"Sir, may I ask..." The security guard had noticed the man standing motionless like a sculpture at the station entrance for a long time. When he heard the whistle coming from the station again, he finally couldn't help but step forward to ask.

"Really?" Sebastian, who had not yet recovered from the reality that he had "lost" his young master again, smiled out of habit.

"Are you in any trouble?"

Sebastian glanced at him and was about to say something when he felt a lightness in his hand, and then the heavy box he was holding fell to the ground.

security guard:......

Sebastian: ...

"No, I'm not in any trouble," Sebastian said.

"Really? That's good, haha, that's good." The security guard laughed dryly twice, then turned and left without hesitation. His broad body moved flexibly among the crowd and disappeared in a short while.

"Ah, ah," Sebastian looked at the box whose brass handle he had broken, raised his eyebrows, narrowed his narrow eyes slightly, and sighed meaningfully. "This crudely made waste of humans is really useless."

......

Not only did Sebastian fail to react for a moment, but Ciel, who was carried away by Gellert after a disagreement, was also stunned.

After he recovered from the dizziness caused by the Apparition, he was shocked by the scene before he could ask anything.

They were standing on the edge of a cliff, surrounded by strange rocks and a biting cold wind. Looking down from the cliff, they could see an exceptionally beautiful sea of ​​clouds rendered beautiful by the sun, and through the thin mist, further down was a primeval forest with lush branches and leaves, verdant and green, covering a large area, stretching for hundreds of miles with no end in sight.

This was a scene that Charles had never seen in his life.

In front of such a shocking scene, humans seemed particularly insignificant, and the depression in Charles' heart was instantly swept away.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Gellert, who was sitting on the edge of the cliff and had long golden hair, asked with his back to Charles in a proud tone.

The mountain breeze blew his long hair back and the sunlight cast a golden glow on his hair. He supported himself with his hands behind his back and his legs naturally hung down from the edge of the cliff.

"It's really beautiful." Charles did not try to get close to Gellert. The height of the cliff was a little too high for him.

"This is the place Al and I first wanted to travel together," Gellert paused.

Although the journey he had been looking forward to for a long time had not yet begun, it ended because of the death of Al's sister Ariana.

After he had a falling out with Al, he had stayed in the forest alone for some time, but his state of mind and everything else at that time were completely different from what he had originally imagined.

Al...

Gellert silently repeated the name in his mind, but was somewhat surprised to find that he did not feel much stirred by the name.

In fact, Gellert hadn't thought about Dumbledore for a long time. After leaving Nurmengard, there were too many people and things that could attract his attention. With so many things in front of him, he really couldn't spare much time to miss the past.

At the reminder of a caring person (Vincent), recent news and photos about Dumbledore were continuously delivered to Gellert's desk. Unconsciously, the face of the red-haired boy with a bright smile in Gellert's memory gradually became blurred, and was replaced by an old man with a weathered face and white hair.

Although Gellert considers himself not a person who only cares about appearance, but...

He really wanted to know how Al, who had been the headmaster of Hogwarts for so many years, had managed to make himself even more miserable than him, who had imprisoned himself in Nurmengard?

"Then why did you bring me here?" Charles couldn't help but ask as he looked at Gellert's back.

This person obviously already knows Sebastian's true identity, doesn't he?

Don't you care about your own safety at all?

Just throw him away with a few words or something...

Sebastian might be about to explode now...

"You will be training here for the next half month." Gellert stood up, turned his back to the cliff and opened his arms. An imposing aura emanated from him.

It was as if he was the only king in the world, looking down on everyone else and with an extraordinary bearing.

Charles could almost imagine how eye-catching he would be when he was young and full of vigor.

"train?"

"Yes, you have learned most of the spells and magic that should be taught to you. The next step is adaptive training," Gellert said with a smile. "You need to get used to using magic. You need to make magic a part of your life within half a month and survive this dangerous forest."

Ciel: ...

No, wait, something's not right?

How did you "survive"?

What about you?

Where have you been?

Gellert understood the doubt in Charles' eyes and kindly explained, "I have other things to do and will not stay here forever. From today on, everything will be done by you alone."

As he said this, he pinned a small magic item on Ciel's chest. "This can help you block three attacks."

This is also to be on the safe side. There are countless things in that forest that can bring danger to the little wizard. This magic prop is actually a portkey. When all three chances are used up, the portkey will automatically open and teleport Ciel back to Phantomhive Manor.

"Of course, I hope you don't have to use it," Gellert added.

Then Gellert replaced Ciel's wand with a wand that had not been registered with the Ministry of Magic, and said, "Then your first task is to get down from this cliff." Then his figure disappeared on the cliff.

Ciel·With nothing but a wand·Phantomhive: ...