The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Harry, are you sure?" What Harry said was so unbelievable that even Dumbledore didn't dare to believe him.

Dumbledore had been hostile to Tom for so many years and knew how powerful the other party was. It was impossible for a man like him to die so easily.

Maybe what Harry saw was just a sleight of hand, and Tom had already gone into hiding again.

As for why the other party did this, and the devil that Harry mentioned, Dumbledore had no clue for the time being.

But he doesn't think that creatures like demons really exist.

"Yes, I'm sure." Harry said in a firm tone. The twisted and cold malice of the devil made his spine shiver even at the memory.

The adult wizards in the office talked about it. Some of them thought that they should publicize the news of the mysterious man's death, which would restore some reputation for the British Ministry of Magic. Another group thought that Harry was under an illusion and his words were not credible. The last group took a wait-and-see attitude, hoping to wait until the wizards trapped underground regained consciousness before discussing other matters.

The office was in chaos and noisy, and no one could convince the other.

"Actually, there is another way to verify what Mr. Potter said." Snape, who had been staying in the corner with a complicated expression, suddenly spoke.

The room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were on him.

Snape walked slowly to Barty Crouch Jr. who was taken to the principal's office, squatted down, and rolled up his left sleeve. The ugly mark appeared in front of everyone. What frightened them was that the mark seemed to come alive.

"I think you should know what this means." Snape's deep voice echoed in the office, and every word seemed like a heavy hammer hitting the wizards' hearts.

"You-Know-Who has indeed made a comeback."

The worst premonition came true.

That person is really back...

Snape's hands hung at his sides, hidden under his dark robes, his neatly manicured nails digging deeply into his palms.

The Dark Mark on his arm did not move, which meant that the mysterious man did not summon him.

So, has the other party already suspected him?

"This is impossible!" Fudge shouted wildly, but no matter how loud his voice was, he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes and the trembling ending of his voice.

"Potter, didn't you say you saw him die with your own eyes?" Those little eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, which made people feel creepy.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer the other party.

"That's enough, Fudge." Dumbledore stopped Fudge from questioning Harry. "Harry is still a child, and it is normal for him to be confused by the magic displayed."

"The most important thing now." Dumbledore's face was heavy, "Voldemort is back."

"Shut up!" Fudge yelled at Dumbledore without any manners. Beads of sweat kept sliding down his forehead. Everyone could see his panic. "Don't call that name."

"Only by facing your fear can you defeat Voldemort." said Dumbledore.

"I said enough, stop saying that name."

Tsk.

Gellert, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, glanced at Fudge with some disdain.

The British Minister of Magic was actually scared by a name. How useless.

But speaking of demons...

Gellert shifted his gaze to Sebastian, who was standing not far away and concentrating on playing with the cat.

In such a serious occasion, he even took out a cat toy from somewhere!

He always felt that the other party should know something.

Gellert took two steps towards Sebastian as he thought about this. "I remember Ciel seems to be allergic to cat hair?"

Gellert looked at the lively little black cat in Sebastian's arms, and somehow he suddenly felt warm in his heart.

You know, he usually had no interest in such fragile creatures, but this one seemed different to him, so he secretly stretched out his hand.

Then his hand was grabbed by Sebastian.

"Mr. Green," Sebastian said with a smile, "I'm sorry, the young master doesn't like others touching him."

Gellert: ...

No matter how gentle your smile is, it can't hide the fact that you want to break my hand!

Don't you just want to touch your cat?

You have to react so big!

Gellert suddenly withdrew his hand, which had been pinched and swollen, and said with a fake smile: "If you are too possessive, you will be disliked by others."

Looking at the demon protecting his cub and then looking at the kitten that suddenly froze because of his arrival, if Gellert still can't detect any problems, then there is no need for him to continue to develop his power and he might as well just die stupidly.

"You worry too much." Sebastian said with a smile that seemed to be welded on his face. "I am just a sharp blade in the hands of the young master that can cut through everything. All my actions are based on the young master's wishes. How can I use such an exaggerated word as "possessiveness"?"

Gellert: If you have the guts, put the cat down first!

Ciel, recalling his foolish behavior just now dominated by the nature of a cat, hugged the fluffy cat toy and snuggled into Sebastian's arms, pretending to be dead.

Its pointed ears were folded backwards, its four paws and tail were all curled up under its body, and from the back, the little black cat looked as if it had lost all hope in life.

Charles was so absorbed in the feeling of shame and annoyance that he didn't even hear what Sebastian was saying.

The facts were before their eyes, and even if Fudge and the others were unwilling to believe it, they had to admit that Voldemort was still alive in this world. However, everyone was arguing again about whether to make this news public.

Everyone in the Ministry of Magic, represented by Fudge, believed that the news should be concealed. After all, the other party had not appeared yet, and there was no need to cause panic among the people, which would affect the stability of the wizarding world.

Some wizards, represented by Dumbledore, believe that the public has the right to know about this matter, and they need to be prepared in advance, otherwise they will be caught off guard. After all...

"Fudge, whether you want to believe it or not, the war is coming soon." Dumbledore looked at him deeply and said in a deep voice.

Fudge's face turned red like an angry lion.