The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"I have to say, I quite enjoyed this game," Eric commented during the break.

Although he didn't know much about this sport, perhaps influenced by the atmosphere around him, he couldn't help but get excited.

"Of course! Did you see how Viktor Krum saved the ball just now? It was so cool!" Draco grabbed Eric's arm excitedly.

Viktor Krum?

Eric recalled the young man who had received applause from the entire audience as soon as he appeared on stage, and nodded.

"Right!" Draco became visibly more excited after getting approval, and even his pale cheeks turned slightly red.

"The Irish mascot's performance has begun." Seeing that Draco seemed to want to have a good chat with him, Eric quickly interrupted him.

"Oh," Draco glanced casually at the court, and saw a dwarf wearing a green hat dancing in the air in the middle of the court. "That's an Irish leprechaun. He likes to play pranks, but he doesn't do any harm to humans."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the leprechaun exploded. At the same time, many gold coins fell from the air. Then Eric, who was half lying on the railing, saw many wizards fighting for the gold coins.

"This is..." Gold Galleon?

Eric caught one from the air and looked at it in his hand.

In terms of workmanship and weight, it is no different from the common gold Galleons in the wizarding world.

"It's fake." Draco took the gold coin from Eric's hand and tossed it up gently. "Didn't I tell you that the leprechaun loves to play pranks, and this thing will disappear before dawn."

"However, it is better not to keep it on you. It is enchanted and can arouse people's greed for money."

The gold coin thrown by Draco fell from mid-air and fell into the crowd like other gold coins.

Eric glanced coldly at the people who were making a fuss over a few fake gold coins, then slowly turned his eyes away.

The Irish team used "Golden Galleons" to boost the morale of their team, while Bulgaria used the beauty trap.

The mascots of Bulgaria are a group of women with outstanding looks. Their skin glows softly like the moon, and their hair flutters behind their heads even without wind. The way they dance to the music can easily make countless people fall in love with them and go crazy for them.

The already unstable venue instantly became even more chaotic. People who were attracted to them behaved in all kinds of ugly ways. Some weak-willed people even jumped out of the box in order to be closer to them.

Even Ciel was momentarily dazzled by their appearance.

However, he reacted quickly and regained his senses in the blink of an eye. He did not show an ugly posture as some people imagined.

The expression on his face remained cold and calm.

Being able to stay rational at all times and not be disturbed by external temptations is a very important quality for a person in power.

You know, not everyone can resist the temptation of a whole team of Veela with his willpower, not to mention that he is still so young!

This behavior of Charles made many people who were secretly observing him silently increase his weight in their hearts.

Seeing that something was not right outside, Fudge thought to himself that something was wrong. He drew out his wand and cast a spell at the mascot team. A dazzling white ball of light came out of his wand and rushed straight towards the Bulgarian team. The group of "women" with extraordinary looks instantly changed into another appearance after being frightened.

Their smooth skin turned gray, their soft faces suddenly lengthened, their shining hair was replaced by messy feathers, and they looked like ugly big birds. Their sharp and piercing voices instantly brought people back to their senses.

When the people came to their senses, they looked at each other in bewilderment at their strange postures, but even after discovering the true faces of the "beauties", many people still felt lost.

Eric, who was startled by the sudden change in the Bulgarian mascot's face, couldn't help but ask, "Are they magical creatures too?"

"It's a Veela." Draco's face turned pale and blue, and it took him a long time to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth.

It was so embarrassing that he was seduced by such a low-level magical creature just now!

But it is fortunate that not many people paid attention to him just now, otherwise the proud platinum peacock would probably jump out of the box out of anger and shame.

Although the incident caused by the mascot was fleeting, the Quidditch match was still very exciting. In the end, the Irish team won the Quidditch World Cup with a score of 170-160.

In the camp, the excited wizards partying all night long, talking endlessly about this exciting game, while Charles, who had been forced to participate in a whole night of exhausting social activities, now just wanted to sleep.

After returning to the tent, he fell headfirst onto his bed.

Sebastian helped him change his clothes without complaint, but not long after he closed his eyes, he heard a commotion outside the tent.

"Sebastian!" Charles, who was woken up, sat up suddenly from the bed, his long eyebrows were frowned, and his small face as big as a palm was full of impatience.

"What's going on outside? Can you please ask them to be quiet?"

"I'm so sorry, young master. You should get up." Sebastian appeared in front of him with a lamp in his hand.

"Huh? Do you know what you're talking about?!" Annoyed, Charles picked up a pillow and threw it at Sebastian's face.

"There's been an attack outside. For the safety of you and Master Eric, we should leave as soon as possible."

Ciel's mind was still confused at the moment, and it took him a while to realize what Sebastian had said.

"An attack?"

"Yes, it's a mess outside now." Sebastian took two steps forward, wrapped Charles, who was only wearing pajamas, in a blanket, and then held him to his chest with one hand.

"Wait, my clothes..." Charles refused to appear in front of others in such a disheveled state.

"Please be patient. Your safety is the most important thing to me." Sebastian interrupted Charles and carried him out without saying anything.

"Sebastian!"

"There's really nothing I can do about you." Sebastian shook his head helplessly, then found a piece of clothing and put it on Charles' head.

Ciel: ...

So your solution is for me to cover my face?

Seriously, you bastard!