The Charles Becomes a Wizard

It was already early morning when Sebastian returned to Phantomhive Manor. He hurried back to his room to change his torn clothes, then headed straight into the kitchen - he usually prepared breakfast for the young master at this time.

Well, of course, the food Sebastian prepared was for Ciel alone.

After preparing a delicious breakfast, Sebastian nodded to the chef and left the kitchen with the food cart.

The maids were mesmerized by the devil's outstanding appearance and temperament. They looked at his back and whispered to each other. They only looked away reluctantly after being scolded by the head chef.

Sebastian went upstairs and woke up Charles, who was still sleeping on the big bed, as usual, and then brought the black tea at just the right temperature to Charles' hands.

"Did you just come back?" Charles, who was half asleep and half awake, leaning against the head of the bed with a cup of tea in his hand, asked abruptly.

Sebastian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Yes, sir. But don't worry, your breakfast is ready."

"Have I ever asked you that kind of thing?" Charles glanced at him, and the delicate teacup and the saucer of the same pattern collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

When it comes to food, Ciel isn't actually that picky.

The reason why Sebastian's craftsmanship is extremely demanding is just a "reward" for his overly strict requirements on his own studies.

"Why waste so much time?" Considering Sebastian's usual efficiency, this shouldn't be the case.

"Because I met Mr. Sutcliffe in the camp."

Ciel: ...

I understand. I am entangled by him.

Ciel's eyes quickly flicked over Sebastian before he handed over the now empty cup.

"Forget it, tell me what you found out?"

Sebastian took the teacup from Ciel's hand and put it back on the cart, then summarized his findings in a brief sentence.

"Who are you talking about?" Charles raised his arms to let Sebastian put his clothes on him and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

"It's Barty Crouch Jr." Sebastian repeated himself.

Charles's hands slid out from the cuffs of the white shirt, and the buttons on the shirt were fastened one by one by the butler who was bending over.

“Isn’t he dead?” Dead on the altar beneath the Shrieking Shack.

"Perhaps you remember that Barty Crouch Jr.'s mother went to Azkaban to take his place?"

"You mean, the person who died on the altar was someone else?" Charles raised his chin and let Sebastian fix the bow tie around his neck.

"Or is it that the young Barty Crouch you found was a wizard who used Polyjuice Potion?"

"Master, which possibility do you think is more likely?"

"The first one?" Charles said after thinking for a moment.

It is possible that Barty Crouch Sr. used the same old trick to protect his only son. However, the latter possibility is really small. After all, Barty Crouch Jr. is still a wanted criminal in the wizarding world. What good would it be to disguise himself as him?

"Barty Crouch Jr..."

"Then the person behind him should be Voldemort's Horcrux, right?"

"What on earth does he want to do?"

......

Not long after the Quidditch World Cup, it was time to go back to school.

Even after so many days, the photo on the front page of the Daily Prophet is still that ugly skull.

The Ministry of Magic was behaving as usual, unbelievably incompetently.

In order to host this World Cup successfully, the Ministry of Magic arranged a lot of security guards around the venue, but even so, things still happened right under their noses. This is what worries the wizards the most.

The wizards' trust in the Ministry of Magic was gradually eroded. The appearance of the Dark Mark made the wizards like frightened birds. Some people began to hope that the old man who once saved them from the Dark Lord's dark rule - Dumbledore, would be able to step forward again and lead his men to defeat the Dark Lord once again.

It was this group of people who first began to doubt the authenticity of the so-called "savior". If what was said in the prophecy was true, then the Dark Mark would not appear again. But if the prophecy itself was false, then the story of the savior they had worshipped for all these years was nothing more than a ridiculous lie...

Although these people knew very well that Harry was just a child less than one year old when the prophecy was circulated, the evil nature of human beings made them prefer to believe that Harry Potter was a liar who was good at sweet talk rather than believe that they were too stupid to be blinded by such a thin lie.

The British wizarding community is in turmoil, and life in Hogwarts Castle in the new semester seems destined to be unstable.

As for the reason...

Sitting at the Slytherin table, Ciel looked up at Headmaster Howard standing on the podium, listening to him telling the students word by word how dangerous the Triwizard Tournament was.

Yes, the Triwizard Tournament.

The Triwizard Tournament was banned for over a decade because it was too dangerous and would threaten the lives of participating young wizards.

It was brought up again so abruptly.

Charles, who had no interest in this kind of competition that might threaten his personal safety, now just wanted to know what Howard was thinking to agree to this kind of competition...

Did he agree to it because he felt that Hogwarts was too peaceful last semester and he couldn't show his abilities?

What does Howard think?

Howard, who had just received the notice from the Ministry of Magic two days before school started and was forced to do the job, suddenly wanted to jump off the tallest tower of Hogwarts.