The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"What, what is it?" The devil gently raised a finger and placed it on his thin lips. He tilted his head slightly, with an obscure light in his eyes.

“It’s something very important and unique.”

"Can't I tell you?" Gellert suddenly remembered Charles's stunned look when he proposed to sign an apprenticeship contract with him.

Could it be that the so-called contract involves Charles' life?

That's why when I proposed that he would inherit all the inheritance, the child had a mocking expression on his face, and that's why the child looked at Sebastian hesitantly before agreeing...

At the time, Gellert just thought that Charles didn't trust him, but now think about it, with the devil and the god of death around, there is no need for Charles to worry at all.

Ciel's behavior at that time appeared in Gellert's eyes one by one, and the unreasonable way of getting along between the master and the servant seemed to have a reason - Ciel was restraining Sebastian while also being wary of him.

Gellert glanced at the black-clad butler who was standing politely in front of him: "Sebastian."

"Yes, Mr. Grindelwald."

"Where is Vincent now?"

"Master Vincent should be in the study at this time, handling work."

Gellert straightened his clothes and walked towards Vincent's study without looking around.

He thought he needed to have a private talk with Vincent.

He had many questions in his mind that needed the other party's help to answer.

For example, why would the child who should have been so loved be associated with the devil's sign?

For example, does Vincent know what price Charles will have to pay for that so-called contract?

For example, is there any way to... keep Ciel alive?

For example......

Although Gellert's initial reason for signing the apprenticeship contract with Ciel was not simple, after signing the contract he truly trained Ciel as his future successor.

Gellert has lived for so many years, and Charles is the only one besides Dumbledore who makes him willing to spend energy. Who wouldn't like an heir who is smart, hardworking and has almost no faults?

He even spent more time on the Charles than he had spent on Dumbledore when he was young.

Gellert, who has always been proud, certainly doesn't want to watch the child he has carefully raised being ruined because of an inexplicable contract.

Gellert knocked on the door of Vincent's study.

"Gellert, you're here." Vincent, who was sitting behind a large desk, seemed to have anticipated his arrival and simply raised his hand to point to a chair not far away. "Please sit down."

Gellert strode through the door, and the heavy wooden door slowly closed behind him.

......

Being left alone in the wilderness, Charles wondered if Gellert was trying to kill him in this way...

As a truly pampered young master, Charles hasn't felt what it's like to be hungry for a long time.

Although there are many fruits in this forest, most of them are magical plants. Charles only knows a few of them and doesn't dare to put them in his mouth easily. Who knows if those fruits are poisonous?

As for the other food...

Charles has never been a merciful person. Killing a few animals when hungry is nothing to him, but...

He can't cook at all!!!

He could easily make fire with magic, and could also use Avada Kedavra to capture prey, but he really had no idea what to do with the prey after getting it!!!

If you use the skinning spell to directly skin the prey and throw it into the fire to roast, the food you get will be fishy and smelly. The worst thing is that even if one part is burnt, the other part will still be dripping with blood, making it impossible to eat it.

So he had to find new food. This process was repeated several times, but Charles's cooking skills still didn't improve...

Fortunately, he was able to catch fish in the stream. Although the taste of grilled fish was still bitter and astringent, it was easier to grill than the meat of other animals. Putting aside the taste, it was still enough to fill Charles' stomach.

Ciel also realized that his custom-made boots were not suitable for long journeys, and his finely crafted clothes were not enough to protect him from the cold nights.

This is when the Transfiguration spell comes in handy.

With the thick cloak, Charles faced for the first time the convenience that magic could bring to his life. So, wrapped in the cloak and curled up in front of the fire, Charles began to think about what spells could make his future life easier.

And this is exactly what Garrett hopes he can learn from this special training.

Charles lived up to Gellert's expectations and made rapid progress. Although the food he made was still hard to swallow, he was able to master all the magic he had learned before in just a few days, and his living standard in the forest rose sharply.

Gellert, who had been hiding himself and observing quietly in the dark, was of course happy to see Ciel's progress, but Sebastian, who followed closely behind Gellert, obviously had different ideas.

How could the young master whom he took such good care of become like this!!!

Oh, look at the young master’s messy hair, wrinkled clothes, and even dirt on his face!

Sebastian felt a little depressed, as if he saw his pampered cat's beautiful fur being messed up in a place where he couldn't see.

Of course, what made him even more dissatisfied was that the young master had actually stayed in such a place for such a long time by himself this time.

Looking at Charles waving his magic wand and walking his horned ostrich around under the tree, Sebastian frowned slightly.

"This is too dangerous. The young master will get hurt."

Before he could finish his words, the huge horned ostrich with two golden horns on its head and which looked quite thick and tough slammed into the tree next to it. The tree, which was so big that two people could hug it, broke in half with just one blow.

The tall and thick tree trunk hit the ground with a loud bang, even shaking the ground.

Charles was running for his life when he was tripped by a dead branch and fell to the ground. Large bloodstains were left on his tender palms. The severe pain from his knees made it impossible for him to get up. Charles fell to the ground, clutching the wand in his hand, and released one extremely lethal spell after another at the horned ostrich that was running towards him.

But those spells had no way to penetrate the gray-purple skin, which was tougher than that of a dinosaur, and cause no harm to the horned ostrich.

Not only did it not cause any harm to it, but it actually angered it.

The huge beast raised its head and roared, then strode towards Charles again.