The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Chapter 242 Identity

Ciel glanced at Sebastian suspiciously and was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice coming from not far ahead.

Looking closely, I saw that Lucius was provoking the Weasley family.

Ciel and Eric exchanged a surprised look.

Draco is fine, but why are you like this too, Lucius!!!

Could this kind of thing be hereditary?

When the Weasley family, who were ridiculed, were about to leave with livid faces, they didn't expect that Harry's trouser legs were held down by Lucius's snake staff.

"I hope you can enjoy yourself while you still have breath." Lucius curled the corners of his lips at Harry with a forced smile, then moved the snake staff away.

"Ciel, usually these two...?"

Is it always like this in the wizarding world?

Eric didn't understand, he didn't understand at all!

You have to know that this is not the way the father and son appear in front of them!

Where has that reserved and aloof aristocratic aura gone?

Isn't this kind of exaggerated and disgusting performance really just cannon fodder in the story?

Even if it's a disguise, what's the point of pretending like this?

"Maybe it's a human problem...right?" Charles said uncertainly.

By the way, the last time Ciel saw Lucius provoking him without caring about his image was in Diagon Alley, and the person being provoked...

Yes, the Weasleys again.

So... the problem lies with the Weasley family, right?

As the crowd walked around the long iron corridor several times, they finally arrived at the best box in the entire stadium.

When they entered the box, there were already quite a few people inside, and to Charles's surprise, there were quite a few acquaintances among them.

Looking at those people who would appear beside Gellert from time to time and sometimes teach him magic in person, Charles suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Shouldn't...

Under the "horrifying" gaze of Fudge and other senior officials of the British Ministry of Magic, those bigwigs who seemed to be powerful to outsiders stood up in unison, drew their wands and placed them in front of their chests, and bowed to the petite boy in a gesture of submission.

"Mr. Phantomhive."

well,

Charles's fingers tightened around the hilt of the sword.

Gellert that bastard!!!

He was actually executed without authorization!

"Long time no see, everyone." The boy's clean voice broke the deathly silence in the box.

Even though Charles had cursed the stubborn Gellert countless times in his heart, he still forced himself to put on a dignified and polite smile.

As if a spell was broken, the air in the box that had almost completely solidified began to flow again.

Although everyone was still discussing the previous topic, almost everyone's attention was on the boy with outstanding looks.

He was wearing a dark blue military uniform with a two-finger-wide white belt around his waist, which was decorated with several valuable gems. He also had a thin sword, golden tassels hanging on his shoulders, and the metal buttons were engraved with intricate magic circles. The most noticeable thing was that the sleeve of his left arm was embroidered with a unique pattern of the Witch Party!

Even though so many people were watching him, he still did not lose face. He stood straight, not flinching at all, with an indescribable smile on his face. He exuded a sense of pride and strength.

The child in front of him is the heir chosen by Grindelwald himself.

The members of the British Ministry of Magic, led by Fudge, were almost going crazy - they had just learned from Lucius that the boy in front of them was still attending Hogwarts.

...Is there going to be another Dark Lord in their British wizarding world?

The previous one might still be alive, but if there is another one, will Britain ever be able to recover?!

For Charles, dealing with nobles was a simple matter, not to mention that wizards' way of thinking was more direct and simple than that of ordinary people. After he easily left an impression on the wizards that could not be underestimated, it was time for the competition to officially open.

Fudge stepped forward and began to speak to the audience, while Ciel sat down next to Eric.

"Have you known about this for a long time?" Charles squeezed out a word from between his teeth while sitting upright.

"Huh? Charles, what are you talking about?" Then he got Eric's innocent answer.

"What happened tonight! You know what I'm talking about!"

Rather than being pushed to the forefront too early, Charles prefers to hide behind others and make a fortune quietly and safely.

So Gellert had mentioned several times that he wanted to announce Ciel's identity to the entire wizarding world, but Ciel rejected it without hesitation.

This made Gellert feel a little unhappy, as if he, as a teacher, was not very good.

Before he was imprisoned in Nurmengard, Gellert was actually a flamboyant person, so naturally, as his only apprentice, Ciel had to be flamboyant as well.

As for safety issues?

What safety issues do you need to worry about in a place where the Grim Reaper and the Devil are stationed?

Even if those two non-human creatures weren't there, wasn't he still there?

The wizarding world today is not what it was decades ago. There are only a few people who are capable of killing people under his nose. As long as he wants, Gellert can completely protect Phantomhive.

So after Gellert convinced Vincent, he went ahead and did it...

Then, Charles' face was covered with the sudden "surprise".

Seeing that Charles seemed really angry, Eric pulled his sleeve flatteringly and pushed his old father out to block the knife without hesitation. "Father also agreed to this matter. Anyway, this matter will be known to others sooner or later..."

What does it matter if it’s earlier or later?

The corner of Charles' mouth twitched and he interrupted Eric's words: "So I'm the only one who was kept in the dark?"

Why is it like this again!

"You could have told me in advance." Instead of hiding it from him and catching him off guard.

"Ah, doesn't that mean there is no time?" Eric's eyes drifted slightly.

He didn't dare to say anything about this situation because he wanted to see Charles's surprised look, so he deliberately concealed it.

"Yeah," Charles said with a fake smile. "We just live under the same roof, eat three meals a day together, and play games together often, but how can we have time to talk?"

"Yes, that's right." Eric nodded seriously. "We are really busy and can't find the right time to tell you this!"

Charles, who was almost laughing at his anger, gritted his teeth and turned his head away from him.

Draco, who was sitting on the other side of Ciel: Ah...it seems like a Dementor appeared behind Ciel!

"Besides, didn't Sebastian tell you?" Eric was still muttering. "He prepared your clothes for you!"

Ciel: ...

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