The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Seeing the shock and sadness on Dumbledore's face, Gellert frowned slightly, not understanding why Dumbledore made an expression as if he had let him down.

Gellert noticed Dumbledore's repeated verbal tests after the reunion, as well as the vigilance and scrutiny that was inadvertently revealed in his eyes and brows. He didn't think there was anything wrong with what he had said just now.

"Or maybe you would rather I stay in Nurmengard forever and never leave there until I die."

Dumbledore choked on Gellert's words.

There were mixed feelings in my heart for a while.

Dumbledore looked at Gellert with his blue eyes. He opened his mouth and finally uttered: "Gellert, we all have to atone for the mistakes we made in the past."

Atonement?

Ha, atonement!

Things have come to this point, and the proud Gellert has to face the fact that he will always be the one abandoned by Dumbledore.

Gellert looked at Dumbledore deeply again and completely lost interest in continuing to talk to him. He turned and left without saying a word.

Dumbledore was left standing there in silence, and only let out a long sigh after a long time.

"Excuse me, Master."

It was only after Dumbledore had finally left that Charles' feet finally touched the ground.

At this point, the dance was almost over, and Charles didn't feel like dancing, so he just took Sebastian back to the dormitory.

Ciel casually untied the bow tie around his neck and let Sebastian take off his tuxedo.

"So, you did this on purpose tonight?"

She deliberately made a big splash at the dance and led him out the door.

"You said you wanted to have information on every meeting between Mr. Grindelwald and Dumbledore."

"In that case, this is the quickest way." Sebastian half bent over to unbutton Charles's clothes. "Master, I think you don't want others to know about our relationship, right?"

You're lying. If you just wanted him to leave the auditorium, there must be a more inconspicuous way.

Ciel gave Sebastian a sidelong glance.

But Ciel also knew that Sebastian would go to such an extent. It should be the devil's inexplicable aesthetics at work.

"You knew they would meet tonight?"

"It's just some reasonable speculation," Sebastian put the dress that Ciel had taken off on the back of the chair, and picked up the pajamas beside him to change into. "Mr. Grindelwald has been avoiding direct contact with Dumbledore before. I think Dumbledore will not give up this opportunity tonight."

I have to admit that seeing Gellert's attitude towards Dumbledore did make Charles feel a lot more at ease.

He twirled the ring on his thumb, "By the way, Sebastian, prepare an apology gift tomorrow morning."

No matter what, leaving your dance partner alone at the dance party is extremely rude. Although Charles has no way to reverse what happened tonight, he can still make up for it to some extent.

"Yes, sir." Sebastian bowed his head and responded.

"Really, since you already have the idea, why should I learn dancing?" Charles threw himself on the soft bed, hugging the pillow and complaining somewhat dissatisfiedly.

He had only danced two or three steps tonight before he was interrupted by Sebastian's brilliant move. If he had known this would happen, why did he waste so much time on "improving" his dance!

"Excuse me, Master," Sebastian looked at Charles disapprovingly, "Social dancing is the most representative skill and a necessary upbringing for attending various dinner parties. If you are a gentleman in the upper class, you must be proficient in various dance steps."

Ciel: ...

"But the ball at Hogwarts..." There's no need to think so much, right?

After all, this kind of school dance is more for strengthening the relationship between students, and no one will deliberately find fault with it.

Besides, among all the people in the whole school, there are only a few who are really good at social dancing, and Charles' previous level was completely enough.

Ciel suspected that Sebastian was making excuses, and he had evidence!

"Master!" Sebastian's face suddenly enlarged in front of Charles. "Are you satisfied with this?"

Ciel: ...

"Please don't forget that there will be various dinners waiting for you after the holidays at Hogwarts. You will not only be facing your classmates who you spend every day with. If you make a mistake while leading the dance, your reputation in the social circle will plummet."

"Although the young master has no talent for dancing, as long as he keeps practicing hard, it will be no problem for him to avoid making a fool of himself."

"I know, I know." A small "cross" appeared on Charles' forehead. "I'll practice."

After saying that, he put his hand on Sebastian's face and pushed him away a little. "Just talk, you're too close to me."

"Excuse me." Sebastian stepped back from the force of Ciel's scratch, which he thought was no more serious than a cat's scratch, and sighed. "It's really gratifying that you have such awareness."

Before he could finish his words, a pillow hit Sebastian in the face.

"Stop it, bastard!" Charles yelled at him.

Sebastian caught the pillow easily in his hand, and the demon blinked his red eyes and tilted his head.

"Master, you didn't eat much tonight. Do you need me to prepare some food for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Charles' stomach made a rumbling sound.

The sound was unusually clear in the quiet room.

Ciel: ...

Sebastian: ...

Sebastian turned his head and raised his hand to cover the corner of his lips: "Pfft."

Hearing this chuckle, Charles' pupils trembled, and the next second the boy, whose skin quickly turned red, quickly got into the quilt.

"It seems that the young master is indeed hungry," Sebastian looked at the boy who was curled up in shame on the bed, burying his face in the quilt, pretending that he did not exist, and said with a smile in his voice: "Don't worry, the food will be ready soon."

After saying that, without waiting for Ciel's response, he walked out of the room.

Ah, if it wasn’t for the young master’s health, he really wanted to see the young master’s next reaction.

If he stayed here all the time, the young master would probably want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it, right?