The Charles Becomes a Wizard

When Charles saw the blond man sitting on his chair in his dormitory, he had a feeling of "as expected".

"Ciel, what are you doing blocking the door?" Draco, who was standing behind Ciel, poked his head out from over his shoulder.

"Principal Green? Why are you here?" Draco opened his eyes wide in shock.

So his guess just now was correct, Charles and Principal Green really knew each other!

"Yes, I'm curious too, why are you here, Principal Green?" Charles asked with a smile.

"Well, Ciel, I can explain it." Gellert coughed dryly and glanced at Draco.

This means they think he's in the way.

Draco understood and said tactfully, "I suddenly remembered that I forgot something in the lounge. You guys chat while I go get it."

"No need." Ciel grabbed Draco's arm. "Mr. Green and I don't have any topics that need to be discussed in secret."

"Is that right, Mr. Green?"

Really?I do not believe!

Ciel, you look really angry now!

Draco looked at Ciel and then at Gellert, silently broke free of Ciel's hand and slipped out through the crack in the door. "You two can chat, don't worry, I'm afraid I won't be able to find my things for a while."

Although he was indeed curious about the relationship between the two, but...

Being the Malfoy that he was, Draco could have sworn he had just sensed a dangerous aura.

After Draco left, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became weird.

"Okay, Principal Green, are you willing to answer my question now?" Seeing that Gellert had no intention of speaking, Charles asked again.

Seeing Ciel's gloomy face, Gellert avoided the question and said, "I am bringing the children of Durmstrang to participate in this Triwizard Tournament."

"Is that so?" Charles suddenly smiled. "Then you, Principal Green, may have come to the wrong place. Do you need me to take you back to your room?"

"Please leave my bedroom if you don't need it. I want to rest now."

Gellert was ordered to leave: ...

Leaving, of course it is impossible to leave.

Gellert was sure that if he just left today, given the apprentice's awkward temper, he would definitely send demons to cause trouble for him.

"Well, Ciel, what do you want to know?" Gellert folded his hands on his knees.

With a head full of questions, Charles didn't know which one to ask first. He glanced at the well-dressed Gellert and finally asked, "How did you become the headmaster of Durmstrang?"

"Weren't you fired from Durmstrang?"

An arrow pierced Gellert's heart.

The expression on Gellert's face froze instantly.

Although he was expelled from Durmstrang when he was young, the school was actually always under his control.

Igor Karkaroff, the previous headmaster of Durmstrang, was also his subordinate to some extent, but he later became a Death Eater when he imprisoned himself in Nurmengard.

Although it is understandable that Igor Karkarov chose Gellert, after all, it was he who took the initiative to abandon those subordinates who had followed him diligently.

But understanding is one thing, and a traitor whose strength is not particularly outstanding is not considered an important figure to Gellert, who has many capable people under his command.

Now that he has left Nurmengard, Igor Karkaroff naturally has to pay the price for his original choice.

However, it would take some time to find someone who was capable and willing to serve as the school principal. Gellert, who had the least time, hesitated for a moment and decided to take over temporarily.

The thoughts of a headmaster can influence the thoughts of all students in the school to a great extent, and those thoughts can usually affect students' lives, so Gellert, who is planning to regroup and return to the top of the wizarding world, will never give up this position.

The selection of the principal also needs to be carefully considered.

Of course, Gellert didn't have the patience to stay in school like Dumbledore and play "house" games with a group of children. He wanted to use this identity to enter Hogwarts, visit the Shire, and by the way, see what the people who were instigating the Triwizard Tournament behind the scenes were up to.

Well, mainly because he was a little bored.

But as an adult wizard with both high IQ and EQ, Gellert certainly couldn't tell the truth to Ciel.

So he put on a serious expression and told a series of high-sounding and logically consistent lies.

Ciel saw through his lie at a glance: ...

Although there is nothing wrong with the logic, have you forgotten that I have been in contact with your subordinates during the previous holidays and know how much influence you have in the wizarding world now?

Don't make it sound like you have to do the work yourself because there's no one left under you to do the work, okay?

Your men would cry if they knew!

"I should..." Ciel organized what he wanted to say, "Thank you for taking the time to coax me?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Gellert was choked by his saliva.

Ciel sat back in his chair, his left leg resting on his right leg, his forehead supported by one hand, his eyes lingering on Gellert for a moment.

It's obviously unrealistic to ask him to leave Hogwarts now...

"Gellert, I hope you can warn me in advance before you do anything unexpected."

At least it will give him an idea so that he can make a response plan in advance.

"Of course." Gellert agreed immediately.

"Oh, by the way, I remember hearing that there is a place called the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts." Gellert, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped.

"Yes, there is one," Charles nodded, "It's on the eighth floor of the castle, opposite the tapestry where the giant monster hit Barnabas with a stick. If you want to get in, you need to concentrate on the area you want, then walk through that section of the wall three times, and then you can go in after a smooth door appears on the wall."

"Have you been there, Charles?"

Ciel, who had gone to the Room of Requirement to help Voldemort find the Ravenclaw Diadem, nodded again. "What's wrong?"

"Since you know the place, that's good." Gellert suddenly smiled. "It's rare that I'm in Hogwarts, so it's better not to waste the rest time after school."

Ciel: “???”

"Come meet me tomorrow at 6pm. As for the location...how about choosing the training room in Phantomhive Manor?"

Ciel: ...

After all, it would be better to let Sebastian kick him out of the castle.