The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Shh, shh, shh, don't be anxious, young master. We will be discovered." Sebastian gently stroked Charles's blown fur, and his dark red eyes glowed ominously in the darkness.

In order to catch prey, the demon's eyes in this state can easily see through the ground and buildings and accurately find the direction of the soul.

Even Sebastian was stunned when he noticed the densely packed souls underground.

Obviously, there is a space of not too small area under the gravekeeper's cabin. There should be quite a few people in the space now. A rough count shows that there are dozens of souls.

Combined with the news I just heard, it's not hard to guess what's going on in that space, or what's about to happen...

Sebastian looked down at the black cat in his arms, reached out and rubbed his head again, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

What kind of physique does my young master have? Why does this kind of thing always happen to him?

"Meow!!" Charles came back to his senses and raised his paw to scratch Sebastian's hand. Then he stretched out his paw and pointed it straight at the cabin, meowing.

Sebastian actually saw a serious look on his furry face.

Ah~ She's so cute when she's angry...

The background board that suddenly appeared behind Sebastian suddenly turned pink, which was inconsistent with the surrounding environment, and a light blush appeared on his cheeks.

"Meow!"

Be serious!

Along with a childish cat's cry, a small plum blossom appeared on Sebastian's handsome face.

Then Ciel's soft paw pads were grabbed and kissed by the shameless old devil.

Ciel: ...

The palm-sized black cat looked at its raised paw as if struck by lightning.

"Meow, meow, meow! Meow, meow, meow!!!" After a moment, Charles, who was so angry that he jumped in Sebastian's arms, uttered a series of words that he would never say in normal times.

Sebastian seemed completely unaware of how outrageous his behavior was. He patted the kitten's back soothingly and shifted his gaze to the ground again.

Now, how can we sneak into this space quietly?

If it was a ground building, it would be easy to deal with. A fire could force the people inside out.

Too bad it's underground...

If you are not careful, the people inside who have no ability to resist may be burned to death. If that happens, the young master will be very angry.

Just as Sebastian was thinking about how to save people, Harry and Cedric Diggory, who were forcibly dragged underground, finally understood what the word "sacrifice" meant when Voldemort said it.

This is a spacious hall with dim candlelight all around. In the middle of the hall there is an altar made of rough stones. In the center of the altar there is a magic circle drawn with blood.

As for why Harry knew that the magic circle was drawn with blood, it was not only because there was a strong smell of blood around, but also because he saw with his own eyes a wizard in a robe and a mask waving his wand to cut another wizard's blood vessels, and bright red blood flowed out of his body. That thin line of blood merged with the blood of several other wizards trapped in cages, hanging on the top of the altar and falling drop by drop.

With every drop of blood that fell on the ground, the magic circle seemed to be redrawn.

The magic circle exudes a terrifying power, as if it can devour all life. Anyone who approaches it will feel an irresistible sense of oppression.

There were many wizards locked up in cages scattered around the hall. They had dull looks and sickly pale faces.

Obviously, this was not the first time that their blood had been taken.

Looking at their numb appearance, a cold and biting chill spread through Harry's heart. The thick smell of blood kept irritating his nasal cavity, almost making him vomit.

"They are right, you are a lunatic!" Harry glared at the man with a snake face and struggled hard.

How could he use a wizard as a sacrifice? !

"Oh, Harry, if you want to achieve great things, you have to be generous with your time." Voldemort slowly approached Harry, who was being held firmly by his men. "Dumbledore taught me this."

He lifted Harry's chin with his wand and directed his attention to the altar, which was made of stacked stones.

“In a moment you will lie there, and become the final sacrifice to the devil.” Voldemort's tone was light and gentle, but Harry felt as if a poisonous snake was coiled around his neck, ready to open its mouth and pierce its poisonous fangs into his blood vessels at any time.

"You, why are you doing this! What do you want to get?!"

"Oh, let me think about it..." Voldemort retracted his wand and touched his chin.

"You see, my greatest wish is to gain eternal life. Only those who are not afraid of death are qualified to become the most powerful wizard in the world and make the whole world submit to me."

"I have made a lot of efforts to achieve this goal. But obviously, this is not an easy thing to accomplish." Voldemort smiled self-deprecatingly.

"But a few years ago I made a small discovery." Voldemort turned around excitedly and opened his arms. "A magic circle that had been sealed for many years."

"All you need to do is perform a small sacrificial ritual to summon a demon that can satisfy all your desires!"

(Sebastian tries to keep smiling: Who is spreading rumors out there? Come out, I promise I won’t beat you to death!)

"So, you did all this, hurt so many people, just to keep yourself alive?!" Harry opened his eyes wide in disbelief, looking at the crazed Voldemort and said in a trembling voice.

"They should feel honored to be the Dark Lord's food!"

Voldemort's true nature is cold, conceited, secretive and dark. In his perception, everything in the world is based on strength and weakness, and there is no such thing as good or evil.

In his heart, he is the only one who is qualified to be above everyone else.

And the soul fragment he separated can be said to have perfectly inherited this nature, and even became more distorted.