The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Chapter 240 Dress up?

Regardless of what Scarhead and Miss Know-It-All think, at least Weasley will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Draco, content with his little plan, turned around and met two pairs of deep blue eyes.

Draco:!!!

"Ciel, Eric, when did you two come?" Draco shrank his neck.

"Hmm..." Eric stroked his chin and pretended to think, "Charles, when did we get here?"

"Probably when Draco said they polluted the air?" Charles held back his laughter and cooperated with Eric in his mischief seriously.

"In other words..."

"That's right!" Eric snapped his fingers and suddenly lowered his voice: "We all saw it, oh——"

Draco:!!!

Although he did it on purpose, Draco couldn't help feeling a little ashamed when he thought that his arrogant attitude just now was seen by the two brothers.

Oh, of course Draco did it on purpose. He could control his emotions very well now and guide other people's thoughts through deliberately expressing emotions like a mature aristocrat.

As for why we do this...

Draco just wanted to piss them off.

Don't think he doesn't know what the Saviors say about him behind his back. It's nothing but the old stuff: looking down on others, being arrogant, conceited, insidious and cunning.

He also knew that they looked down on his superiority, superficiality and arrogance.

But what does it have to do with me if they look down on me?

He just wanted to make them angry by looking down on him!

But Draco didn't expect that his childish behavior would be seen by Charles and Eric...

However, he had been tormented by the evil-minded Eric many times over the years, and he knew that the more obvious his reaction was at such times, the happier the other party would be.

So the little platinum noble, with red ears, tried to remain calm and change the subject.

"How about it, Charles, Eric, there's a souvenir shop over there, would you like to go take a look together?"

"Souvenirs?" Ciel nudged Eric, who was about to say something, and received a grateful look from Draco. "You also know that I don't know much about Quidditch."

"Do you have a favorite team?"

Draco got excited when talking about this, "The favorites to win this year are Bulgaria and Ireland."

Then he began to praise his favorite players incessantly, mainly talking about the players' past glorious records, and occasionally interspersed with a few words to belittle other teams.

Ciel, who has no interest in Quidditch: ...

Eric, who has never watched a Quidditch match: ...

Suddenly I regretted starting this topic.

Even though they were thinking this, Charles and Eric were still infected by Draco's excitement. They accompanied him around in the crowd and bought a lot of souvenirs for no apparent reason.

"Oh, it looks like the young master is having a lot of fun." A few hours later, the devil who was waiting in the tent welcomed his little master back.

Sebastian reached out and took the miscellaneous souvenirs from Charles' arms and placed them on the table, then reached out to help him take off the big red hat that was tilted on his head.

The excitement on his face had not completely faded. With a light blush on his cheeks, Charles snorted and turned his head away. "I have no interest in this kind of activity. I just want to accompany Eric..."

Eric, who was pulled out as an excuse, knew Charles's awkward personality, so he shrugged and said nothing more.

"So, Master Eric must have forced you to paint your face, right?" Sebastian got a basin of warm water and placed it on the table.

Based on his understanding of the young master, after the excitement has worn off, the young master will not want to go out again with such a face.

"Of course!" Charles' eyes swept across Eric's clean face and said without confidence.

"Please don't move, young master." Sebastian wrung out the wet towel, then pinched Charles' chin with one hand and wiped the marks on his face.

"No matter how happy you are, please take care of your body." The soft towel wiped Charles' cheek again and again. The devil's eyes were focused, as if he was looking at some precious treasure.

"How can you just paint your face with this kind of paint that I don't know what it's made of?"

"You're talking too much nonsense." Ciel puffed his cheeks unconsciously. "Sebastian, you talk too much nonsense!"

Draco and so many other people out there have drawn, why can't he?

"Okay, it's clean." After an unknown amount of time, the pattern on Charles' face was wiped clean. Sebastian pinched his face and looked at it from left to right for a while, and said this before Charles got angry.

"I have looked into the match schedule, and today's match will probably end around midnight."

"The temperature will be a little low at night, I will prepare warmer clothes for you and Master Eric," Sebastian said as he pushed out a small silver cart. "You can have something to eat before that."

"Tonight's dinner is mushroom risotto cooked with three kinds of cream, served with red wine braised beef and blueberry tart."

One exquisite dish after another was placed on the dining table. Charles and Eric washed their hands and sat on the chairs.

After dinner, Ciel frowned slightly as he looked at the clothes Sebastian had prepared.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

"Isn't it a bit too flashy?" We're just watching a game, wouldn't it be fine if we just wore clothes that allow for easy movement?

"How come?" Sebastian half-knelt in front of Ciel and unbuttoned his shirt. "Didn't Mr. Malfoy say that he would formally introduce you to the partners today?"

"It would be too rude if it was just an ordinary outfit."

That was true, but Ciel still felt something was a little strange...

"This is the first official appearance of the Phantomhive family in the wizarding world. As the main person in charge, you certainly cannot be underestimated by them."

Charles pinched his brows and said, "It's really troublesome. These nobles are the same no matter where they are."

Sebastian placed Ciel's stockings on his knees and put the sock tucks on him, then tied the laces of his boots.

"Isn't it what you are best at playing nice with them?" Sebastian finally adjusted the belt of Charles' military uniform and hung a slender decorative sword on his waist.

"I don't want this." Charles' face was full of rejection.

This kind of attire is acceptable for an audience with the Queen, but it's really a bit too exaggerated.

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