The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The boat was small and could accommodate only two people.

Gellert wanted to see the center of the lake, but Sebastian refused to turn into a crow in order to "protect the young master's safety in time."

So after a brief discussion, Gellert boarded the boat alone. Soon after the boat left the shore, he was attacked by the Inferi that emerged continuously from the depths of the lake.

Dazzling blue flames gushed out from the tip of Gellert's wand, lighting up the dim cave until it was as bright as day. The Inferi that were ignited by the flames on the lake surface let out meaningless roars from their throats, then turned into ashes and sank back to the bottom of the lake.

Gellert showed a wanton smile on his face. The shackles that had once tightly imprisoned him were all peeled off from his body at this moment. It had been a long time since he had used magic as freely as today. It had been so long that he almost forgot how pleasant it felt to use magic, and the feeling of being able to hold everything tightly in his hands...

The smile on Gellert's face widened, and the dark blue flame shot up a little higher. It was clearly a fierce fire that could burn everything, but it obediently followed his orders.

Protected by Sebastian behind him, Charles quietly looked at the blond man who was standing alone on the boat and eliminated countless Inferi effortlessly. His deep blue eyes were filled with admiration and praise.

Charles stared at the amazing "performance" in front of him, unable to look away for a long time, and a surge of emotion that was difficult to suppress suddenly surged in his heart.

After Gellert had vented his emotions enough and darkness returned to the cave, Charles slowly withdrew his gaze. The air was filled with a disgusting smell of burnt flesh, but Charles had no time to care.

He looked down at his slightly trembling palms, his deep blue eyes bright and startling.

It's not because of fear, it's just excitement.

Could humans actually do this?

Then one day, could he also...

A desire arose in Charles' heart, a desire for "life".

Finally, he no longer regarded his life and death as unimportant matters. He began to sincerely hope that he could survive from the devil's hands. He began to look forward to whether his future self could be as strong as Gellert.

Perhaps he should have taken the game with Sebastian more seriously.

His slender hands clenched into fists, and a look of determination flashed in Charles' eyes.

Sebastian, who had been keeping an eye on Ciel, noticed this and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

It seems that Mr. Grindelwald is not completely useless. Let's let him live a little longer.

The young master finally got his fighting spirit ignited.

Games are more fun if you give it your all, right?

Gellert climbed onto the small island in the center of the lake with great enthusiasm, but soon returned with a look of disgust on his face.

"What's on it?" Charles asked.

"It's just a broken pot." Gellert crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows lazily. He had never made such a gesture in front of Ciel before. After venting his anger, he seemed to be much more relaxed.

"It seems that the things hidden here have been taken away."

Ah, so they are late...

Charles glanced at the calm lake again. Although he felt that Gellert had dealt with most of the Inferi, but...

"Seal this place off after you get out."

What if there are still some fish that slip through the net?

Before he finished speaking, the water surface of the lake began to ripple again. Sebastian immediately stood in front of Charles, and Gellert raised his wand again.

A particularly different-looking Inferi crawled out of the lake.

How should it be described?

Compared to an Inferi, he is more like a living person.

He looked very young, probably only in his teens, with long black hair, a well-proportioned body and regular features. His skin was abnormally pale, as if he had been soaking in the water for a long time.

His eyes were dull and his limbs were not flexible. After he climbed out of the water, he ignored Charles and the others and stumbled towards the entrance of the cave at an extremely slow pace.

He seemed to be from a well-off family, and his wet black robe was embroidered with exquisite magic circles, so even though it had been soaked in water for a long time, it was still not damaged much.

"Master." Sebastian's eyes were fixed on the chest of the Inferi. "That is the crest of the Black family."

Blake?

"Are you sure?" Charles couldn't help but ask.

How could someone from the Black family appear in a place like this?

How could that family, which values ​​bloodline almost crazily, allow someone with its own bloodline to die silently in such a place?

You have to know that in the wizarding world, every part of a wizard's body is very private. Even the hair that falls off and the nails that are cut have to be handled carefully. Who knows if someone will be so crazy as to use those things to make some strange potion?

The main representative medicine is the polyjuice potion that can completely transform a person into another appearance.

Not only that, some advanced magic can even affect his relatives through people with direct blood relations.

Unless this person has been expelled from the family, some blood magic will not work on him.

Ciel still hadn't figured out the principle, but the one in front of him didn't look like someone who had been expelled...

He even has the Black family crest embroidered on him! How did he end up here?

Was it an accident? Or...

"Of course." Sebastian looked at the stiff Inferi again. "Judging from his age, I think he is most likely Sirius Black's younger brother, Regulus Black."

"Ah, I remember. It's the person who disappeared inexplicably before the war, right?"

As soon as Charles finished speaking, the Inferi turned around and looked over - as if he knew someone was calling him.

"What are you going to do next, Ciel?" Gellert asked boredly. "Just kill him?"

He no longer wanted to stay in this overly stuffy cave.

"No," Charles said after thinking for a moment, "He seems to be still conscious. Let's take him back to the funeral home and ask."

It would be best if he could be rescued. With Regulus Black around, Sirius, who had long been expelled from the Black family, could retire with honor.

Ciel liked talking to smart people, and he didn't get along well with Sirius, who had a high opinion of himself. Of course, he was unwilling to let him inherit the Black family's property smoothly.

Well... he did this for the Black family's sake. He really couldn't bear to see this wizarding family with a long history go completely to destruction at the hands of Sirius.

Perhaps he also wanted to thank the future head of the Black family for saving his life...

But that's not important.

Even if he really couldn't save the body, he had at least brought the body back to the person. I think neither Sirius nor Mrs. Malfoy would be stingy with a thank you gift.

No matter how you look at it, Charles has not lost out.