The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Now that you've done it, you have to do it to the best of your ability." Sebastian, who was standing behind Charles, put his hand on the boy's shoulder to stop him from taking off his sword. He bent down slightly and whispered in Charles' ear. His dark red eyes met Charles' gaze in the mirror.

"Isn't that what you said yourself?"

In this posture, Ciel was almost held in Sebastian's arms. The dark-clad demon was tall and could easily cover Ciel's figure. If someone looked at him from behind, they wouldn't be able to see even a strand of Ciel's hair.

The large palm could cover most of his shoulder blade, and it didn't take much strength to hold him tightly.

It is protection, but also a shackle.

The scene in the mirror made Charles' eyelashes tremble. He tightened his fingers on the sword and said in a deep voice after a moment: "Sebastian, let go."

Sebastian took a half step back obediently, put one hand on his chest and bowed his head to Ciel. "Yes, sir."

Ciel's desire to change his clothes reached its peak when he saw Eric, who had only changed into a thick cloak.

"Not bad, not bad. Isn't this very handsome?" Eric came over and walked around Charles, who was dressed in a fancy dress, a few times and nodded with satisfaction.

"As expected, I should change into something else." Charles frowned as he looked at Eric's outfit, which could be considered simple compared to his own.

"Eh? Why? Charles looks good like this." Eric raised his hand, pressed Charles' shoulder and pushed him out of the tent.

"It will definitely overshadow the whole place!"

Ciel was pushed out: ...

Is there something wrong?

He went there to discuss cooperation, not to participate in a beauty pageant!

Where did the term "outshining the whole audience" come from?

Is this what you learned at Weston?

"Okay, okay, the time agreed with Mr. Malfoy is almost here. It would be very rude to be late." After walking out of the tent, Eric grabbed Charles' arm again, as if he was afraid that he would run back to change his clothes.

Ciel: ...

Charles sighed helplessly: "I know, I won't change my clothes. Please be more serious. It's inappropriate to pull and tug in public."

"Charles, you are too old-fashioned, just like those gentlemen a hundred years ago who didn't know how to adapt." Eric didn't let go of his arm but tightened it a little. "Not many people here will care about us. It's okay to relax a little."

Charles was choked by him, but he just let it go.

The surname Malfoy seems to have nothing to do with the word "low-key". Even from a distance, Charles could see the father and son who were particularly eye-catching among a group of wizards dressed strangely.

They stood there in decent clothes, with straight waists, outstanding looks, extraordinary temperament, and platinum blond hair that could be said to be unique in the entire wizarding world. Many wizards would actively avoid them when they passed by.

Well, this shows that the Malfoy family’s reputation in the wizarding world is indeed not very good.

After meeting, the few people simply greeted each other and followed the crowd into the competition venue.

The scale of this competition was far greater than Charles and Eric had imagined. The entire venue was packed with wizards. There was no telling how many floors of auditorium there were from top to bottom, and each floor was filled with people. It was so densely packed that it made people dizzy.

"If someone attacks the wizarding world at this time, it should be easy, right?" Eric, who was leaning on the railing of the corridor leading to the box and looking down, suddenly said.

Lucius' fingers holding the snake staff trembled, and he looked at Eric with an indescribable strangeness.

"Well, don't be nervous, Mr. Malfoy. I just said it casually." Eric shrugged easily, "It just occurred to me that if a Muggle dropped a missile on the venue at this time..."

I'm afraid the wizarding world is almost on the verge of direct destruction?

The Quidditch World Cup is the most anticipated sporting event in the wizarding world. As long as time permits, most wizards will be willing to buy a ticket and participate, including many powerful and influential ones.

If this venue is destroyed directly, the fighting power of the wizarding world will inevitably be rapidly weakened...

By then, the wizards who have lost most of their combat effectiveness will become a piece of meat on the chopping board. It should be much easier to manage them, right?

Eric pinched his chin with one hand, and once again glanced across the entire stadium at the wizards sitting in the audience opposite with his clear eyes. His beautiful deep blue eyes shone with a mechanical light under the light, as if he was seriously considering where to start faster.

Is this something that can be thought of “accidentally”? ! !

And why is your first reaction this!!!

Beads of cold sweat broke out on Lucius' forehead. He racked his brains to change the subject, trying to dispel Eric's idea.

He couldn't help but be nervous...

Other little wizards might just say this for fun, but the one in front of me really has the ability to get that kind of hot weapon!!!

As for why they didn't kill him first...

Is the demon behind them a vegetarian?

Eric, who really just mentioned it casually, looked at Lucius's nervous look, a cunning flashed in his eyes, and after saying a few more ambiguous words, he was contented and changed the subject according to Lucius' words.

Draco, whose attention was focused on Ciel, didn't hear what Eric just said. He poked Ciel's arm and asked curiously, "Ciel, why are you dressed so formally today?"

They were just watching the game. Even though they were invited to the Minister of Magic's box, there was no need to dress so fancy...

Ciel glared at the demon who had been following him with a smile on his face, "Sebastian prepared this for me."

"Huh?" Draco's eyes flickered between Ciel and Sebastian, and noticing the odd atmosphere between them, he tactfully said nothing.

His eyes wandered around for a moment, then he made up a poor excuse and ran quickly to Lucius' side, making room for the master and servant.

"Sebastian." Charles, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke up, "What are you and Eric planning?"

"What are you talking about, Master?"

"You said you would never lie to me."

"Ah, Master Eric just wants you to be more dazzling today."

"Is it really just that?" Charles always felt that something was wrong.

"of course."