The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Dance partner...

Actually, Charles is not very good at getting along with the opposite sex. Over the years, the only person of the opposite sex who can get close to him is Elizabeth.

But it was obviously unrealistic for Elizabeth to come to Hogwarts to be his dancing partner, so...

"Oh? You mean you want me to help you choose a suitable dance partner?" Sebastian raised his eyebrows in surprise, and the corners of his red lips curled up slightly.

"Excuse me, this matter should be handled by you yourself, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense. It's just a dance party. Help me pick a suitable person and I will invite her myself." Charles, who was reading a book, waved his hand without even looking up.

Charles, who had received an orthodox gentleman education since childhood, certainly could not push everything onto Sebastian. This would be extremely rude.

"Master, don't you have anyone you like?" Sebastian walked towards Charles at a leisurely pace.

"Huh? How could that be possible..."

Don't you know all his schedules?

"Master."

"What, what are you doing!" Charles, startled by Sebastian's serious voice, turned his head and looked at him in dissatisfaction.

"Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Compared to this, why are you so excited?" Charles leaned back slightly in his chair and craned his neck to look at the demon that was almost sticking to him.

"Do you know that many people of your age in Hogwarts have already started looking for marriage partners to spend the rest of their lives with!" Sebastian slapped the table and was shocked by the books neatly placed on the table.

European teenagers usually mature early, and young wizards are even more so. The wizarding world is very small, and due to various practical factors, wizards usually prefer to choose classmates who they used to spend every day with as marriage partners.

In fact, almost all young wizards will be engaged before graduating from seventh grade.

"And you've never even had a relationship!" Sebastian looked heartbroken.

"Well, so what?" Charles didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all. His current life was already fulfilling enough and he didn't need those unnecessary emotions to embellish it.

The so-called marriage and love are just constraints to Charles.

Charles' past experiences destined him to be unable to trust others wholeheartedly. Even if he really got married in the future, it would be for the sake of family responsibility. Apart from money, all he could give to the other party was respect.

and......

For some reason, Charles felt that even if he won that inexplicable bet by chance, there was no way that the devil in front of him would be content to watch him get married and have children.

"It's your indifferent attitude that makes it difficult for you to find a suitable dance partner!"

Ciel: ...Is there any necessary connection between them?

Ciel raised his hand and pinched his aching brow: "So what do you want to say?"

"According to a social survey some time ago, the average age of first kiss in the world is 11.6 years old." Sebastian's dark red eyes fell on Ciel's face, and he said something incomprehensible: "You are now holding back the world's teenagers. This is not in line with common sense and needs to be corrected."

"The choice of dance partner for this dance is very important. Human emotions are complex and changeable, and are affected by many external factors. So I think it is better for you to choose the one who makes you feel moved."

"Perhaps you would like to have your first kiss under the mistletoe?"

"First, first kiss?" These two simple words made Charles' face turn red.

In his previous life, the most intimate thing he and Elizabeth did was just a hug, a first kiss, etc.

He was only thinking about revenge and didn't even think about it.

"This kind of thing is not important at all!"

Who on earth is so bored as to measure that kind of data?

"And what does this have to do with you?!"

The devil in black lowered his eyes and placed one hand on his chest: "As a qualified butler, it is also a basic duty to always pay attention to the master's emotional problems."

"I don't need you to meddle in my business!" Charles glared at him with a red face, his deep blue eyes moist. He gritted his teeth and said, "Just follow my orders."

"Ah," Sebastian suddenly bent down, his eyes lingering on Charles' red ears for a moment, "The young master is still a child after all."

"You're embarrassed by such a small thing. What should I do next?"

"When you grow up a little bit, you will find that some of your body's instinctive reactions are unavoidable..."

"You don't need to worry about it!" Seeing that he was getting more and more outrageous, Charles became angry and slapped Sebastian in the face, leaving a red slap mark on his handsome face.

"Get out there and find someone right now!"

Sebastian, who was happy to see Ciel's anger, raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Yes, my lord."

"Oh, by the way, young master," Sebastian stopped when he was about to reach the door, turned the door handle with his left hand, raised the index finger of his right hand and gently pressed it against his lips, "If you don't know how to kiss, I can teach you. I am very confident in my kissing skills. I can also use my tongue to kiss the cherry stem..."

Before he could finish his words, Sebastian flashed out of the room, and then he heard a loud bang from the wooden door from the inside.

"The young master seems to be in a bad mood recently," the unconscious devil crossed his arms with one hand and touched his chin with the other hand, looking at the closed door and thinking, "I'll prepare some refreshing afternoon tea snacks for the young master today."

Charles in the room didn't want to eat snacks now. He wanted to tear Sebastian apart.

"Damn bastard!" Charles' face turned red, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes stared at the door, wishing he could stare a hole in it.

Various documents were scattered around the door, obviously the ones he had used to hit Sebastian just now.

Charles's usually calm and flexible mind was now in a mess, and there was no way to calm down. He instinctively bent his legs and stepped on the chair, wrapped his arms around his knees, and buried his head between his arms like an ostrich that sensed danger.

After an unknown amount of time, Charles finally calmed down a little. He slowly stood up and walked to the door, but his mind once again recalled what Sebastian said before he left...

Sure enough, find a way to let the undertaker kill him?