The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"If you want to talk about danger, the place you're going to is more dangerous, right?" The veins on Charles' forehead jumped.

How could there be so much danger? This guy in front of me is clearly taking advantage of the situation!

"Please believe me, no matter how dangerous the place is, I will definitely protect you." Sebastian said with a smile.

"That's enough, Sebastian!" Ciel snapped. "I want you to keep Harry Potter safe in the third match. This is..."

"Well, you are quite a willful young master." Sebastian stepped forward and stretched out his right index finger, gently pressing it against Charles' lips to stop him from saying anything, with obvious distress in his tone.

"Didn't I tell you?" The dark-clad demon's eyes were deep. He raised the corner of his lips, revealing his sharp, pale fangs. "According to the contract, protecting your life is the top priority."

"If the contract conflicts with your orders during the game..."

He didn't finish the second half of his sentence, and of course, Charles didn't need him to continue.

Sebastian's attitude was very clear. If Ciel insisted on not agreeing to him, he would most likely cause trouble in the middle of the game.

And the definition of the word "dangerous" is actually quite vague...

Who knows if this guy feels that he might be in "danger" of falling down at any time while standing in the stands?

Charles raised his hand and waved away Sebastian's finger, glared at him fiercely, and said nothing for a long time.

......

Finally, the day of the last match of the Triwizard Tournament arrived. The sky was gloomy, but in contrast, the audience was in high spirits, standing in the audience seats and enthusiastically discussing the most likely candidate to win the championship.

Accompanied by the passionate and enthusiastic music, the warriors entered the competition venue.

A hedge maze covering a large area appeared in front of them. The bushes that made up the maze were about five or six meters high, and the two sides spread out to the sides with no end in sight. The air was filled with thick fog, and looking in from the entrance that was specially left, one could only see a frightening fog.

As soon as the music stopped, Howard stood on the podium and announced the rules of the game to everyone present.

"This morning, Mr. Crouch personally hid the trophy of the championship in the maze. He is the only one who knows where the trophy is. The heroes will enter the maze in order according to their scores from the first two games."

"Since Diggory and Mr. Potter are tied for first place in the score, they will enter the maze at the same time."

"Then it's Krum and Miss Delacour. Whoever touches the trophy first will be the final champion."

Harry listened to the deafening cheers, but his heart felt empty and bottomless. He couldn't help but look up at Sirius beside him.

"Hey, boy, don't worry." Sirius smiled and patted Harry's shoulder. "Just do your best, I'll be waiting for you outside."

"Of course, if a contestant wants to quit the competition, he can use his magic wand to shoot red sparks into the sky, and then someone will rush over in time to take the contestant out."

In preparation for the final match, Howard arranged a lot of patrols around, for fear that someone might die under his nose. Of course, these patrols were basically seconded from the "predecessors" of the Witch Party, and he could not trust the people in the British Ministry of Magic.

Four warriors walked into the maze one after another from four different entrances. The hedges on both sides of the entrances seemed to come alive and quickly grew together behind them, as if there was a barrier that completely separated the outside world from the maze. The cheers of the people and the cheerful music disappeared in an instant, leaving only an unsettling silence.

Harry swallowed, gripped the wand tightly in his hand, and slowly walked towards the depths of the maze.

After all the contestants disappeared, Sebastian, who was sitting in the stands, narrowed his eyes. He greeted Professor McGonagall beside him, then stood up and walked out.

Gellert's gaze paused on his back for a moment, and suddenly he noticed that he seemed to be holding something in his hand...

"Draco, isn't Ciel here?"

At the same time, Blaise on another stand also asked Draco a question.

This morning, Draco saw with his own eyes that Ciel had turned into a cat and was carefully taken away by Sebastian: ...

If I tell the truth, Charles will never let me off if he finds out.

So, Draco replied with a complicated expression: "Ciel, he said there was something else."

Bryce rolled his eyes, tactfully not pursuing the matter any further, and took the initiative to change the subject.

Sebastian held the palm-sized black cat in his hand and chased in the direction of Harry following the smell of the soul. He landed lightly on the top of the bush and followed Harry silently, looking down at his expression as it changed from calm to panic and then to panic because of a little movement in the dark.

To human beings, darkness represents the unknown and fear.

Loneliness and stress will amplify this fear, and boundless fear will make people tense and gradually lose themselves. If they don't have a strong enough psychological endurance, the little wizards who enter the maze will easily suffer a mental breakdown.

"As expected, humans understand humans better."

Looking at the four warriors running around in the maze like headless flies, the devil dressed in black let out a low sigh.

He raised his hand and pinched the ears of the sleepy cat in his arms, and didn't care about being scratched.

At this moment, a shrill scream was heard from the maze. Charles shuddered suddenly, opened his round eyes and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

I was watching Fleur Delacour being attacked by Viktor Krum and falling to the ground.

Kill each other?

Although Howard didn't say it, it's clear that eliminating all competitors is also a way to achieve ultimate victory.

Many thin and dense vines suddenly appeared on the dry ground. They kept growing, slowly wrapping up Fleur Delacour who was lying on the ground without any ability to resist, and slowly dragged her towards the roots of the bushes.

Ciel wagged his long tail, and changed to a more comfortable position in Sebastian's arms, resting his little chin on Sebastian's arm.

Then he looked at Harry, who was not paying any attention to his own safety, and ran quickly towards the sound of the scream.

Ciel: ...

Should we say he is really kind enough? A normal person would turn around and run after hearing the screams, right?