The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Snape looked at the student lying on the sofa in his office with an unpleasant expression, and asked in a deep voice: "Gentlemen, please tell me why this happened? There were so many people present, but no one came to tell me the moment it happened. Were your brains eaten by slugs?!"

The man lying on the sofa was seriously injured. Not to mention the layers of knife wounds on his body, the blood in his body was almost drained out! If the delay was any longer, the consequences would be unimaginable!

"Yes, it's that Phantomhive..." The two little snakes shuddered when they were caught in the gaze.

"Who are you talking about?" Snape frowned deeply.

"That's the one who was sorted into Slytherin today." One of the little snakes spoke hesitantly.

Snape knew that things would definitely not go smoothly in Slytherin tonight. He originally thought that Phantomhive would be the one to suffer. He knew very well that the living environment in Slytherin was not friendly to Muggles and Half-bloods, but as the head of Slytherin, he could not go against the entire school for a student. At most, he could only ask the head of the school to take better care of the boy and prevent him from suffering too much.

If the boy wants to succeed in Slytherin, he can only rely on himself; others can't provide much help.

Now it seems that the little troll named Phantomhive was too successful. Snape would never have thought that a fifth-year student who grew up in the wizarding world would be tormented into this state by a boy who had been exposed to magic for less than a year. Damn it, his eyes were almost destroyed!

If Dumbledore knew about this...

Snape closed his eyes and thought of the stubborn old man. After thinking it over again and again, he decided to suppress the matter. Fortunately, when they came, they took the secret direct passage between the Slytherin common room and the dean's office, so they didn't have to worry about being betrayed by the portraits in the castle.

"You two go back and let him stay here for one night."

"Yes!"

......

On the other side, the battle for Slytherin prefecture leader was officially over, and the little snakes returned to their own dormitories. Of course, with the deliberate arrangement of someone, Charles and Draco's rooms were the best among the freshmen.

The room was not small and was also decorated in silver-green. There were two large four-poster beds with thick bed curtains on the left and right, two leather footstools at the foot of the beds, a solid wood desk and a soft chair covered with gorgeous brocade, and two wardrobes of the same size against the wall. The suitcases that were delivered early in the morning were placed in the center of the room.

Charles was quite satisfied with his future living environment. He loosened the collar of his shirt under his robe and began to worry about what to do with his luggage.

Charles can do a lot of things well, but he may be a fool when it comes to life - small things like dressing himself are things he learned again after coming to this world. From being flustered at the beginning to being able to ensure that he is neat and tidy now, he learned it bit by bit.

As for packing his own luggage? Sorry, he hasn't learned that yet...

"I heard that Gryffindors share four rooms." Draco came out after checking the bathroom. He curled his lips in disgust. It was simply unimaginable for so many people to live in the same room!

Slytherins have always valued their privacy and are very careful about keeping a distance in social situations. For them, being willing to accept two people in a dormitory is already a big concession. If there are more people, I'm afraid many of them will suffer from insomnia.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Draco asked, looking at the suitcase in front of Charles that was turned into a mess almost instantly.

"Packing?" Charles seemed unusually uncertain.

"puff......"

"What are you laughing at?" Charles looked up at Draco dimly.

"No, you heard wrong."

"You smiled!"

"You definitely heard it wrong."

"......When are you going to pack your bags?" Charles asked. He didn't believe that the young master in front of him was better than him.

Come on, let's hurt each other! He can't be the only one to be embarrassed!

Draco, feeling that he had won the game, could not help but laugh. He snapped his fingers, and a house-elf wearing a worn pillowcase appeared in the room with a "bang".

"Dear sir, Qiuqiu is willing to serve you!" This creature with a long nose, pointy ears and big eyes bowed deeply to the two of them and spoke in a sharp voice. Charles noticed that he was even trembling with excitement.

"Let's pack our bags." Draco didn't even look at him, then sat on the stool at the end of the bed and half-raised his chin to show off to Charles: "As you can see, as a Hogwarts school director, the Malfoy family always has a little bit of privilege."

Ciel: ...

"Qiuqiu will definitely complete your instructions!" The house-elf waved his fingers like dead wood, and soon the luggage of the two was packed. He asked them again in a shrill voice if they had any other instructions, and when he got a negative answer, he left in a daze.

"This creature is quite interesting." Charles touched his chin and couldn't help but start thinking about how much profit he would make if he allowed this species that worked hard without asking for holidays or wages to enter the factory.

This was actually the first time that Ciel saw house-elves working. Of course, the Malfoy family also had such creatures, but it was obvious that house-elves did not conform to the Malfoy's gorgeous aesthetic, so the house-elves of the Malfoy family usually remained invisible.

Just after Ciel expressed his curiosity about why food suddenly appeared on the table, which was completely unreasonable, Draco ordered one of them to appear and let Ciel take a look. Well, since this creature was indeed not very pleasing to the eye, and Ciel later devoted himself to training, he just took a curious look at it.

Moreover, this species is quite loyal, so there is no need to worry about being betrayed... The more Ciel thought about it, the more excited he felt. He just didn't know where he could find a house-elf that could sign a contract with Phantomhive. If there was one, he wouldn't mind treating the house-elf better.

"Oh, oh," Draco kicked his feet twice and looked at Charles curiously, "What was that spell you used tonight? It looked really powerful!"

"Just a simple peeling spell."

"What was that?" Draco thought it sounded strange and probably not a curse.

"It's a peeling spell," Ciel spread his hands, "a simple and practical housework spell. I saw it in the book "The Perfect Witch, 100 Practical Magics to Create a Warm Home for You."

The book was bought by the three of them from Flourish and Blotts. It contained many simple and daily spells. The most important thing was that these spells did not require the caster to consume too much magic power.

Charles, who loves to eat fruits, is very good at using the peeling spell. After doing this many times, whenever he wants to use this spell, the magic power in his body can run very smoothly, and it is natural for him to be able to use it to the level of a silent spell.

"Tell me... where did you see it?" Draco's eyes were dull.

"'The Perfect Witch, 100 Practical Magical Skills to Create a Warm Home for You'" Charles repeated.

"You mean, you used a housework spell?!" Draco couldn't believe it.

Do you want to hear what nonsense you are talking about! Whose housework spell is so cruel!

"Yes." Actually, Charles had not expected that this spell would be so powerful when used on a human. His original intention was just to embarrass that person, so he just had to take off his clothes. He also thought that if that person got angry, he would use a "little magic" that he learned from Lucius, which was a bit offensive.

Who could have thought that the spell he casually cast would hit the eye!

Who would have thought that even if it fell on a person and peeled off the skin, it would still be real skin peeling off...

Plans couldn't keep up with the speed of change, so Charles simply confirmed his "cruel and ruthless" personality in front of all the Slytherins.

Draco scratched his hair and felt that his three views were beginning to collapse.

He probably had hallucinations because he didn't sleep well last night. He actually dreamed that those humble household magics were more powerful than many black magics...

No, that's housework magic!!!

"I remember there is also a magic special for deboning. I can practice it when I have time." Charles' mind was suddenly opened. Speaking of this, many small magic spells specially used in the kitchen for cooking are no less offensive than those so-called "evil curses", but they only consume very little magic power, so the cost-effectiveness is really high!

Draco shuddered subconsciously.

Merlin's stinky socks, why does his good friend seem to be getting more and more brutal?