The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Master, can you please agree to my request?"

When Ciel didn't respond, Sebastian asked again.

Agree, isn’t it enough if he agrees?

Ciel wagged his tail, "Meow."

"Well, I'll have to bear with you for a while." Sebastian put the little black cat into his chest pocket.

With only his head sticking out, Charles stretched out his two front paws to grab the edge of the pocket: ???

Are the pockets on the chest of a tuxedo so big?

No, that's not the point...

He can't even see Sebastian's face in this position, okay?!

Is it necessary to close your eyes?

Ciel raised his head and tried to express his doubts to Sebastian with his eyes, but was covered by a big hand. Ciel's small body pressed against Sebastian's chest, and he could feel the vibration of his chest when he spoke: "Master, are you ready? We are leaving."

Forget it, since he doesn’t want me to watch it, then I won’t watch it.

Charles was silent for a moment and readjusted his head, but this time, he closed his eyes obediently.

Next, you can show the original appearance.

Oh my, this is really outrageous.

As a butler, I actually have to become so dirty and ugly in front of the young master...

Hopefully, those who forced him to make such a huge sacrifice are ready to pay the price...

The devil hiding in the darkness raised his mouth corners slightly, revealing sharp pale fangs.

......

Harry was suspended in the air in the middle of the altar by magic, and drop after drop of sticky and smelly liquid dripped onto his body from the blood pool formed by the wizards' blood above.

Voldemort stood in front of the altar, raised his hands and chanted complex and tongue-twisting sacrificial words. Along with the desolate and ancient tone, a cold and heavy breath spread from the altar.

Are there really demons in this world?

Harry, unable to struggle, turned pale, his pupils shrank, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Voldemort, who was reciting the sacrificial words, seemed to be encouraged. His voice became louder and louder, and his pair of scarlet eyes flashed with excitement in the flickering candlelight.

Although Harry could not see the expressions on the faces of the masked wizards behind Voldemort, he could clearly feel the scorching light they cast on him.

Harry felt like a lamb to be slaughtered. Every second seemed to be passing by in an instant.

Finally, the not-so-long eulogy came to an end.

Voldemort stood on the altar with a blade in his hand, and the sharp tip of the blade drew a cold light in the air.

Then he felt something cold piercing his body.

Because the blade was too sharp, he couldn't feel any pain at first, but he could clearly feel the blood flowing out of his body.

Under the nervous gaze of Voldemort and his men, a pitch-black feather fluttered down from mid-air and landed in the center of the altar.

Is he going to die?

Harry thought blankly and tried to reach out and grab the feather, but the feather disappeared at the moment he was about to touch it.

Soon after, more and more feathers fell from the sky. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the hall, causing the surrounding candlelight to shake. A figure appeared among the fluttering black feathers, and it seemed as if it would merge with the night.

Through the gaps between the feathers, one could vaguely see his skin that glowed mysteriously like obsidian, his eyes hidden in the darkness like burning red flames, and his tall figure exuding an evil and wild aura. He represented darkness and destruction, and wherever he went, there was desolation and deathly silence.

No one would doubt his identity, and the strong sense of oppression made people feel creepy just by standing there.

"Are you the one who summoned me?" The voice of the demon in the darkness was low and hoarse, as harsh as the friction of sandpaper. Every byte revealed a cold breath, and echoed in the air with twisted malice.

The appearance of the devil made those weak-minded wizards feel fear and despair, but Voldemort could only feel excitement and surprise.

He didn't care to maintain his calm appearance and burst into laughter.

He succeeded! He finally succeeded!

Just tell the devil your wish and he can...

Voldemort's fantasy ended just as it began. The dark demon, after observing the surroundings, stretched out a hand with sharp nails and easily broke his neck.

The severed soul fragment rose from the body, making a sharp and piercing roar before disappearing, and wrapped in thick black mist, it pounced towards the demon without knowing whether to live or die.

Then Sebastian wiped out all traces of it in this world as easily as swatting a fly.

Harry felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and Voldemort fainted in London.

The whole hall fell silent in an instant. Those wizards who still had their own consciousness no longer had the fanatical expressions they had just had.

The wizards who came to their senses crawled on the ground with fear on their faces, fearing that the devil would choose them next.

What kind of monster have they unleashed...

Even that adult couldn't avoid the opponent's attack.

Sebastian soothingly touched the young master who was curled up against his chest and frightened by the sudden scream, and walked slowly towards the group of wizards lying on the ground.

So, next up, it’s these people.

Although the young master did not give any order, but...

As a qualified deacon, it is natural to completely eliminate all negative factors that may affect the young master's mood.

The soles of the shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the floor, but it sounded like the low muttering of a death knell to the wizards' ears.

Big drops of cold sweat slid down the wizards' foreheads and splashed a small water drop on the ground. The powerful and ferocious aura of the demon made them dare not even say a word of begging for mercy.

The candlelight in the four corners of the hall suddenly dimmed.

Harry heard scream after scream of pain coming from the darkness.

When the candlelight lit again, Harry found that he could move freely. He put his hand on his wound and looked around, only to find that those masked wizards were lying on the ground in a mess, with large patches of blood spreading under them.

But the demon that caused this tragedy has completely disappeared.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a dream of Harry.