The Charles Becomes a Wizard

After some struggle, Charles was finally able to step on the ground. He straightened his slightly messy clothes and glanced at Eric and Draco who were standing at the door watching the show.

"Didn't you say you were going to Malfoy Manor together? How come you came back so soon?"

"What? Charles knew we were not here..." Eric tilted his head. "We were worried about disturbing your work, so we didn't tell you."

"Humph, it's because you guys are too noisy."

"Is that so?" Eric took a few steps forward and grabbed Charles' shoulder. The face that was almost exactly like Charles's gradually enlarged in Charles' sight, and the tips of their noses rubbed lightly against each other.

Ciel: !!!

Even if the opponent is Eric, the distance is too close!

Charles leaned back uncomfortably, and just as he was about to break free from Eric's restraints, he heard a chuckle in front of him, and then he received a big hug.

"Okay, I get it. Without us around, Charles must be feeling lonely, right?" The warm palm patted Charles' back soothingly.

"I won't do that next time. I will definitely tell Ciel before I go out."

This attitude of coaxing children...

Charles's white earlobes quickly turned red, and he hurriedly pushed Eric away.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Seriously!"

Eric was not annoyed when he was pushed away. The boy still had a smile on his face and raised his hands to the height of his ears: "Yes, yes, it's all nonsense. Charles, please don't be angry with me, okay?"

Ciel: ...

Angrier.

"Really?" Eric sighed artificially and whispered in a voice that everyone could hear: "Charles always says one thing and means another."

Draco glanced at Ciel, who was glaring at Eric, and thought he might explode.

Charles's fists at his sides were clenched until they made crackling sounds, but he finally let out a deep breath and pointed at the study door: "If there is nothing else, you can go out first."

"I still have work..."

"The work can't be done in a short time." Eric interrupted him, his beautiful deep blue eyes staring at Charles without blinking, calm and sharp, as if he wanted to see through all his disguises.

"Charles, what are you so anxious about?"

Charles, what are you in such a hurry for?

He was born into a good family, was smart, and had a harmonious family. Now, he was only thirteen years old, but he already possessed enormous wealth that ordinary people would never be able to possess in several lifetimes, and a status that others could not reach. He could obviously enjoy his life well, and even indulge himself a little without anyone saying anything.

But Charles is like an ascetic, and his entire life is almost filled with study and work.

He was constantly developing the industries under his name, constantly looking for ways to expand the Phantomhive family's sphere of influence in the wizarding world, and advancing various plans at a terrifying speed.

Obviously he didn't have to be so anxious, and there were obviously many more stable methods...

But Charles would always choose the plan that would produce results faster, even if those plans would cause social unrest within a certain period of time, he would not choose a more stable method.

It was as if something was pressing him, forcing him to keep working hard, forcing him to get what he wanted as quickly as possible...

It was as if he knew from the beginning that he didn't have much time left.

That's why he tried so hard while he was alive to complete the plan that the Phantomhive family originally wanted to complete in a whole generation.

Eric didn't like the idea.

But Ciel's performance over the years and the demon standing behind Ciel, he couldn't play dumb...

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became depressing.

Charles opened his mouth and met Eric's eyes, but his nimble tongue could not utter a lie.

"I......"

"Let the butler do this."

After all, there were outsiders present, so Eric did not force Charles to give an answer immediately. He raised his hand and patted the documents on the table, his eyes lightly sweeping over Sebastian who was standing beside him with his usual smile.

"As Ciel's butler, Sebastian, you can definitely handle all of this, right?"

"Of course," the butler in black looked at Charles with his dark red eyes, and seeing that he had no intention of objecting, he smiled and agreed. "As the young master's butler, how can you not even do such a small thing?"

"Since you don't have a job anymore, then, Ciel, let's go watch the Quidditch World Cup together in the next few days!" Eric's terrifying aura disappeared, and a sunny and cheerful smile appeared on his face again.

"Mr. Malfoy specifically sent out an invitation!"

"Wait, I didn't agree to this, did I?" Charles didn't know how the topic suddenly jumped here.

"And what is the Quidditch World Cup?"

Draco, who was still huddled at the door, began to explain: "The Quidditch World Cup is the most important sporting event in the wizarding world. It is held every four years and wizards from many countries participate. This World Cup will be held in the newly built stadium on Dartmoor in Devon. My father asked me to go home today to get the portkey."

The special and first class seats have individual portkeys, so the seat holders do not need to enter the venue like other wizards through the public portkeys placed around the world by the Quidditch Committee of the International Confederation of Wizards.

The special seats belong to the Ministry of Magic of each country by default, and tickets are basically not sold to the public.

The portkey in Draco's hand was for a first-class seat. It was a palm-sized silver brooch with a pattern of a golden snitch finely engraved on it.

"This portkey can carry five people at a time." Draco said, holding the brooch.

Soma counted the people in the room: "There are exactly five people here!"

"What is Quidditch you're talking about? I haven't seen it before! Is it a game where wizards ride on broomsticks like in fairy tales?"

Agni, who was preparing snacks for the little prince in the kitchen: Ahem!

Draco glanced at the excited dark-skinned boy, then unceremoniously poured a bucket of cold water on him: "You can't go."

"Why?" Soma's eyes widened. "It's okay to take me with you!"

"You're a Muggle."

"so what?"

"It's very likely that you'll get into danger."

The wizarding world's thousands of years of hostility towards Muggles is no joke. There are so many wizards in the world who will participate in this World Cup. Who knows if this troll in front of him will be so unlucky that he will run directly into the hands of a wizard who hates Muggles extremely?

As Draco spoke, he felt that this was a bit ridiculous. A few years ago, he would never have thought that one day he would care about the safety of a Muggle.