The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Since it concerns Soma's safety, even Agni, who has always been extremely doting on the little prince, disagrees with Soma's idea.

After finally calming down Soma, who was about to roll on the ground, everyone reached out and grabbed the door key despite Soma's resentful look.

"Well, then I'll leave this to you, Soma." Charles showed a faint smile, "I believe that if it's you, you can definitely take good care of this house."

"Ah?" Soma was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and scratched the back of his head. "Really? Is that so..."

"Hahahaha, so Ciel trusts me so much?"

go!

Ciel winked at Draco, and Draco quickly activated the portkey in his hand, and the figures of several people disappeared from the room in an instant.

Soma, who was left behind, stared blankly at the place where they disappeared for a long time without moving.

"Prince..." Agni took two steps forward worriedly and put his hand on Soma's shoulder.

Even if Master Charles and the others were thinking about the prince's safety, the prince would still feel disappointed...

"Agni, did you see that?!" Soma's eyes sparkled, "This is magic!!!"

“It’s really amazing!”

Agni: ...

Well, he was just overthinking it.

But it’s great that the prince is not sad!

After a dizzying moment, Charles and his companions arrived at the end of their journey.

Ciel's body swayed, but he was quickly steady by Sebastian beside him.

What appeared before them was an extremely lively scene. They stood on a high place and looking down saw a large area of ​​densely packed tents of all sizes. Outside the tents were bustling crowds of people. Wizards dressed in strange costumes gathered together, laughing and making noises, and occasionally wizards on brooms flew low in the sky.

"It seems that there are more wizards than we thought." Charles sighed.

So, how could those dozens of people under Voldemort cause such a big trouble?

Eric looked a little strange. With so many wizards appearing in Britain, if something went wrong...

Eric, who had already started helping Vincent with official business, didn't dare to imagine how much more work he would have at that time.

"Go this way." Draco called out to them, holding a magic tool that could point the way.

Passing through the bustling and crowded crowd outside, the closer they got to the venue, the larger the distances between the tents became, and the more intricate the patterns and texts on the tents became. Finally, they stopped in front of a tent with the Malfoy family crest painted on it.

"Ciel, Eric, you guys come with us today..." Draco said as he opened the curtain of the tent and walked inside.

The inside of the tent is much larger than it appears from the outside. It is a completely different world. Just like a normal main house, it is carefully divided into a rest area and a living area, with a gorgeous screen in the middle. The tent is dotted with various decorations and furnishings that conform to the Malfoy family's slightly exaggerated aesthetic.

Not to mention other places, the spacious rest area will not feel crowded even if there are five more people at once.

When Ciel and the others entered, Lucius was sitting in a carved chair drinking tea.

"Charles, Eric, you're here." Seeing them, Lucius put down his teacup and stood up. "I'll take you to your tent to rest first."

If Ciel and Eric were just Draco's friends, there would be nothing wrong with them living in the Malfoys' tent.

But Ciel is still a very important partner of the Malfoy family. Malfoy Manor is fine, but if they don’t even prepare a separate tent for them, doesn’t it clearly mean that the Malfoy family looks down on Phantomhive?

Since Lucius had invited them, he had naturally prepared everything that needed to be prepared.

After hearing what Lucius said, Draco quickly realized what stupid thing he had just said. He turned his eyes away uncomfortably and didn't say anything else.

"Thank you for your help then." Eric said with a smile.

The tent that Lucius arranged for the Phantomhive brothers was not far away, which was a good location. The tent was simply divided into areas with curtains of various colors, and it looked much more simple than the Malfoy family's tent.

After making an appointment with the Malfoy father and son to meet, Charles sat down on a chair nearby.

Eric looked at the suitcase in Sebastian's hand with some curiosity: "What's in it?"

"These are things that the young master might need when he stays away from home." Sebastian said as he put the suitcase on the ground.

"Eric, come over here and take a break," Ciel waved at Eric, supporting his chin with one hand, "Sebastian will be done soon."

"Oh..." Eric nodded as if he understood, and sat next to Charles, but his eyes kept drifting towards Sebastian.

Then he saw the devil in black taking out various daily necessities from the small suitcase, ranging from toothbrushes to bed sheets, from teacups to vases. Eric even saw him take out an iron that could hold carbon from the suitcase, and it seemed that he wanted to iron Charles' clothes.

"A spatial expansion spell was used on the suitcase," Ciel glanced at Eric, who seemed surprised for some reason. "I remember you saw it before, when you first went to Diagon Alley to buy something. Didn't you get a handbag for books?"

Eric: ...

Can I say that it wasn't the suitcase that surprised me?

The fairly large tent was quickly made new after Sebastian's tidying up. He even took the time to make a caramel pudding for Ciel and Eric using the stove in the tent.

The silver spoon knocked open the sugar shell on the pudding with a crisp sound, and the smooth texture of the pudding blended with the sweet cream in the mouth.

Eric, with a spoon in his mouth, fell into deep thought.

Does Ciel usually have such a good life in school?

"Master, everything is ready." Sebastian put on a pair of clean gloves and stood in front of Charles. "I'm very sorry, but this trip was decided so suddenly that some things may not be fully prepared. Please be patient for a while."

"Ah." Charles waved the spoon in his hand casually.

Eric: ...

Isn’t this sufficient?

Do you want to move the entire manor here?

Sebastian, who somehow understood the expression on Eric's face, raised the corners of his lips slightly, "As the young master's butler, it is natural for me to do this."