The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Sebastian's overly brilliant performance stole the show.

How could the boys and girls care about their dance partners? They were only interested in discussing the dance moves of Sebastian and Professor McGonagall, which were like acrobatic performances. Some of them even secretly wanted to replicate Sebastian's performance.

"What on earth is this guy thinking about?" Charles gritted his teeth secretly.

After taking another look at Sebastian, who was surrounded by the crowd and full of energy, Charles found an excuse to leave the auditorium.

"Professor Michaelis, you are really amazing. Have you ever learned dance from a professional dance teacher?"

“No, I basically taught myself.”

"Huh? Then you must often attend various banquets, so your dancing is so graceful."

"In fact, I haven't danced for a long time. I just visited Schönbrunn Palace occasionally in the past."

"Schönbrunn Palace?"

"Ah, I know that place. It used to be the royal palace of many countries," a kitty called out. "Professor Michaelis, are you going to visit it?"

"No, I'm going to the party."

Sebastian, who was casually answering all kinds of strange questions from the students who were looking at him with admiring eyes, looked at Ciel's back as he left, a smile flashed across his eyes.

"But isn't that palace only open to visitors now?"

"Well," Sebastian retracted his gaze and blinked at the boy who asked the question, "Maybe I'm a monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years?"

As soon as these words were uttered, they instantly caused a burst of laughter.

Oh my god, no one is willing to believe him?

The devil doesn't lie...

After walking out of the auditorium door, Ciel whispered the order.

"Sebastian come to me."

Soon, Sebastian, dressed in a smart suit, appeared at the gate.

Ciel grabbed Sebastian by the collar and forced him to lower his head: "You bastard..."

Before he could finish his words, Sebastian picked him up and hid him in the shadows at the corner.

With his sight suddenly raised, Charles subconsciously curled up in Sebastian's arms. After reacting, his face darkened and he struggled twice: "What are you going to do?"

"Shh, someone's coming." Sebastian gently placed his finger on Ciel's lips. "It wouldn't be good if someone saw us like this."

In the dimly lit, deserted corridor, a tall man held the boy's body in his arms with one hand.

Since you know it’s not good, why don’t you take me away from here quickly!

In front of him was the devil's embrace with a faint scent of cologne, and behind him was a cold wall. Charles could neither move forward nor backward for a moment and could only make frantic gestures at Sebastian with his eyes.

Sebastian tilted his head pretending to be ignorant. When Charles was about to speak in anger, he suddenly heard a man and a woman arguing from inside the door. The sound came from far away and got closer. Charles glared at Sebastian and then shut his mouth in frustration.

"He's using you!"

"use?"

"Oh, of course he's using you! He's a champion of Durmstrang, he must be trying to get information about Harry from you."

This sound sounds like...

Ron Weasley?

"Oh, Ron, don't be silly, Victor has never asked me any information about the game!" Hermione Granger, who rarely tidied her messy long hair, showed her pretty face and retorted loudly.

"So what? He is our enemy! He is Harry's rival, how can you come to the ball with him!"

"Enemy? Who wanted his autograph in the first place? Besides, the main purpose of this Triwizard Tournament is to conduct international exchanges and let us make friends!"

"Friends? I guess he wants more than just friends?"

"you......"

"Me? Was what I said wrong?" Ron Weasley thought he had hit the nail on the head about Hermione Granger's thoughts and asked back immediately.

"Ron, you're such a killjoy! I can handle my own affairs, you don't need to worry about me!" Hermione Granger yelled at him angrily.

"Who's worried about you? I'm just worried about the impact on Harry. If it weren't for Harry, how could Viktor Krum be interested in you?"

The final result of this argument was that Hermione Granger stormed off in her high heels, leaving Ron Weasley, who was left behind, muttering, "She's getting more aggressive every year."

After both of them left, Ciel waited for a while, and when he found that Sebastian had no intention of putting him down, he couldn't help but kick him.

Then he covered her mouth again.

Is there anyone else here?!

Charles immediately became quiet again.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when Ciel thought that Sebastian was just teasing him out of mischief, he heard a familiar and old voice.

"Young people's emotions are always so awkward and sincere, it's really touching."

Ciel: ...

Awkward? Sincere? Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

How did you know that? Hermione Granger was bullied to tears!

"You're right, Gellert..."

"Albus, we have said what needs to be said. I have my position, and you will not change your mind. The two of us..." Gellert paused and then continued: "There is no need to say anything more."

"Gellert, after all these years, haven't you realized that your thinking is wrong?"

Sebastian's shoulder blocked Ciel's view, but Dumbledore's urgency could be sensed from his voice alone.

Charles couldn't help but sit up straight and look in the direction of Dumbledore, and then his head was pressed down by Sebastian...

Then another footprint appeared on Sebastian's dress.

"Albus, will you only be completely relieved when you hear the news that I died in Nurmengard?" The ever-increasing disappointment made Gellert feel powerless. He no longer wanted to explain his actions to Dumbledore, nor did he hope that the other party could understand him.

Because during the two months they spent together at Godric's Hollow, he had always regarded Dumbledore as his confidant, the only person on the same level as himself...

But now everything made him disappointed in Dumbledore. Perhaps the boy with beautiful red hair in his memory was just an illusion in his imagination from beginning to end.