The Charles Becomes a Wizard

As if he imagined the scene of being worshipped by everyone after his success, Voldemort's expression became more and more crazy, and his python-like face became even more distorted and ugly.

He is crazy...

He has really gone completely crazy!

Harry subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but he was still held firmly in place.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the side. Harry turned his head suddenly, only to see Cedric Diggory being pinched under the chin and forced to drink a sip of potion.

After the potion went down his throat, Cedric Diggory's frantic struggle slowly came to a halt. Even after being released from his restraints, he just stood there quietly, like a soulless doll, with a layer of haze covering his beautiful obsidian eyes.

"Cedric, Cedric!" Harry called out loudly, trying to wake the other person up.

Harry's shouts echoed back and forth in the hall, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get any response.

"What did you give him to drink!!!" If looks could kill, Voldemort would have been torn into pieces by Harry long ago.

"Oh, it's just a little potion to make him obedient." Voldemort waved his wand lightly, and then a thin line of blood connected from Cedric Diggory's body to the altar.

"What a handsome little fellow," Voldemort raised his hand and patted Cedric Diggory's face, his pale knuckles looking like spider legs in the dim candlelight. "Don't worry, Harry, I just need a little blood."

"You see, the power of a wizard comes from his blood. The purer the bloodline of a wizard, the stronger the power contained in his blood." Voldemort explained to Harry slowly in his low voice.

"Is there any sacrifice more precious than this?"

Harry suddenly remembered the missing wizard case that had caused panic in the entire wizarding world last year.

"Those missing wizards... were you?"

"Who made the Muggles so useless? They are so despicable and dirty that they are not even qualified to be sacrificed!"

Of course, Voldemort first used ordinary people who were like ants in his eyes as sacrifices. In order not to attract other people's attention and cause trouble to himself before achieving the ultimate goal, he did not choose to do it himself, but passed the magic circle to the hands of that group of greedy Muggle nobles.

In fact, the magic circle in the hands of Baron Kelpien that Charles met before was also passed down from Voldemort.

It is certainly impossible that Voldemort did this for the sake of the Muggles. He just wanted to kill people and steal the "treasure".

He was quite confident in his own strength, and was sure that he could kill everyone else around the altar as soon as the demon responded to the call.

But what he didn't expect was that all the Muggles' sacrificial activities failed.

Voldemort, unwilling to give up this shortcut, began to reflect on what went wrong. Finally, he turned his attention to the "sacrifice".

Perhaps the demon did not respond to the call because it was not satisfied with the sacrifice they offered?

Voldemort, who had already gotten into a dead end, thought more and more that this possibility was very high.

So the wizards who always prided themselves on being noble suffered.

"As long as he can hold on through tonight, the merciful Dark Lord will be willing to grant his grace." After saying this, Voldemort patted Cedric Diggory on the face again.

"Don't touch him!!!" Harry almost screamed.

"As for you..." Voldemort turned around suddenly, and his unrecognizable face almost touched the tip of Harry's nose.

Harry smelled a rotten and decayed smell, and his head felt like it was being chopped open with an axe, causing him to scream out in pain.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said softly, as if he was whispering love words into a lover's ear: "Great Savior."

"I will kill you. I will destroy you completely."

"You won't drink the potion. You must stay awake when I kill you. I want to see the light in your eyes disappear completely!"

The cold murderous intent in Voldemort's scarlet eyes was as real as substance. A chill spread from Harry's chest to every part of his body, and even his heart skipped a beat unconsciously.

Satisfied with seeing the panic he wanted to see in Harry's eyes, Voldemort shook off his black robes and walked quickly to the altar. He stood on a high place and raised his arms high: "The time is almost up, my friends!"

"After tonight, no one will question my power!"

"The whole world will surrender to me!"

"The Dark Lord will never forget your past contributions. You will be the Dark Lord's most trusted companions."

The masked wizards in the hall bowed to Voldemort.

......

Sebastian, who was on the ground and heard the entire conversation between Voldemort and Harry, raised his eyebrows.

He just suddenly thought of a fairly reasonable plan to break in.

Although summoning demons does not require any complicated formations, as long as there are sufficiently coveted souls, it is enough.

But the wizards below don't know...

Sebastian lifted the kitten in his arms, who was obviously still sulking, to his eyes. When their eyes met, Charles heard the devil whisper in a magnetic voice, "Master, I have an idea."

Charles didn't want to pay attention to him, but thinking of Harry and Cedric Diggory who were obviously in a bad situation, he twitched his ears and meowed reluctantly.

So what are you waiting for?

Why don't you hurry up and save people?!

"But, I hope the young master can promise me one thing."

Ciel: ???

Do I have to make conditions to complete the order now?

Are you taking it too far?!

Charles' tail stood up from the root and he raised his paws threateningly. His eyes widened and a warning sound came from his throat.

It seemed as if he would pounce on Sebastian and scratch him to death if he said something he didn't want to hear.

Sebastian tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth that kept turning up, and continued the previous topic: "I hope you can close your eyes."

"Meow?" The black kitten tilted its head, and even the tail behind it formed a question mark shape.

"I am a butler. I must not show my ugly appearance in front of my master. It will damage my image."

The devil's eyes curved beautifully, and a pitch-black kitten was clearly reflected in the dark red pupils: "I hope you can promise me that no matter what happens, don't open your eyes before I say so."

Ciel: ...

At this time, he still cares about this kind of thing. This guy's obsession with "aesthetics" is simply to the point of being fussy, right? !

Besides, he had already seen the original appearance of this demon when he signed the contract. What's the point of hiding it now?