The Charles Becomes a Wizard

In recent years, Charles has used this method to catch many malicious people.

But after today, I'm afraid this method will be of no use.

Charles thought so as he looked at Eric, who was wearing mail armor and holding a green flag and smiling brightly at him.

Judging from Eric's current performance, after today no one will believe that the two of them are no longer on good terms.

The next to enter was the crimson Fox House with a pink background, followed by the eerie purple-black Wolf, and finally the azure Owl.

From the moment the four dormitories entered the venue, there were many different ways of showing off their unique features to the guests.

"Charles!" Eric threw himself on Charles after the entrance ceremony. "How is it? I look handsome, right?"

Ciel turned his head and looked at Eric who was wearing a suit of chain mail. He was silent for a moment and said, "Eric, can you get off me first? You are so heavy."

"Charles, your attitude is so cold!" Eric muttered.

"Hahaha, Eric, that weird look really suits you." Soma, who had come over at some point, poked Eric's armor with his finger.

"I never thought you would be chosen as a contestant." Eric looked back with dead eyes.

"Of course!" Soma, wearing a gorgeous red robe, raised his chin proudly: "Of course, I am very good at cricket!"

"Cricket, which was introduced to India from Britain, is now very popular. I even formed a cricket team in the palace!"

"Hey, hey, Charles, will you cheer for me?" Soma said as he held up Charles' hand.

"Charles only cheers me on!" Eric snatched Charles back and retorted loudly.

"Even if you are his brother, you are not qualified to make decisions for him!" Soma retorted.

Then they both looked at Charles at the same time: "Charles, who do you think will win?"

Ciel: ...

In fact, you can just ignore me.

Before the debate here came to a conclusion, a male voice suddenly interrupted over there: "Ah~ What a nostalgic alma mater! I am like the morning dew moistening a rose, returning to the old days~"

what......

This voice is.

Ciel glanced to the side and saw a blond man with flamboyance written all over his body in every pore.

It is indeed Viscount Dolit!!!

Charles was silent for a moment, looked at Eric, and walked towards the corner.

It would be very troublesome if you get entangled with this guy.

"So, Charles, you know why I didn't choose the Red Pavilion, right?" Eric whispered to Charles as he looked at the Red Pavilion supervisors Edgar Redmont and Aleister Champa, also known as Viscount Dorit, who had gathered together.

Charles nodded silently. He really couldn't imagine what Eric would look like if he became like this.

The two brothers, who had not seen each other for nearly a year, did not care at all about the impact their behavior would have on others. They found a corner and chatted affectionately.

By the time the two of them finally separated, the entire "previous day festival" was almost over.

When they parted, Eric held Charles' hand reluctantly and repeatedly asked him to cheer for him during the competition the next day.

Even though he knew that the other party was pretending, Charles couldn't help but agree when he saw Eric's pitiful look.

The weather was very good on the day of the competition, and Weston College was unusually lively.

On the green grass field, the first match to start was between the Red Stadium and the Green Stadium. The two teams wearing different uniforms stood face to face, leaning forward slightly, ready to fight, their eyes revealing their desire for victory.

The supervisors of the two dormitories stood at the front of the team, staring at each other with firm eyes and saying provocative words.

In the stands, the audience cheered for their favorite team with deafening noise. Every shout was like a drum, inspiring the players' fighting spirit. With the referee's whistle, the game officially began.

The atmosphere on the court was instantly ignited, and the audience's cheers became even louder.

Then, in full view of everyone, the members of the Qingguan, who had always been at the bottom of the cricket table and were not good at sports, quickly lost the game.

Well, this is actually a very normal phenomenon. After all, most of the students in Qingguan are better at mental activities.

Even if they can easily customize various perfect combat plans, it will be useless if they do not have enough physical strength and speed to complete such plans.

"Oh my, the loss was quite tragic." Sebastian, who was standing behind Ciel, said in a nonchalant tone.

"As expected, Qingguan has no way of winning without cheating."

Actually, Charles does not have much sense of belonging to Qingguan. The reason why he tried so hard to help Qingguan win the championship in his previous life was just to successfully complete the Queen's task and get a chance to get close to the principal in this way.

So at this moment he did not have any special reaction to Sebastian's pointed words.

"Compared to this, I'm more curious about how these two guys got in..."

Charles said this as he glanced at Liu and Blue Cat who were openly selling gambling tickets at one end of the court.

In theory, only those who have been invited by current students should be eligible to enter the campus.

But it looks like business is pretty good...

The second game was between the Green Hall and the Purple Hall.

As the favorite to win the championship, the Green Pavilion quickly attracted enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

"Ahhhh, Eric, come on!!!" Elizabeth, dressed in her best, sat under a parasol and screamed excitedly.

He didn't care at all about the sour mood of Edward Midford, who had a sister complex.

"Liz!" Edward Midford felt like he was hit by an arrow in the chest and almost burst into tears.

"That's too ugly, Midford." The supervisor of the Green Hall, the man known as the strongest cricket player since the founding of the school - Harman Greenhalgh whispered.

"Damn it, I'm going to beat you to a pulp!" Edward Midford, who came from a shady background, said gritting his teeth.

Eric: So, is it possible that we two are on the same team?

"Master, Master Eric is watching you." Sebastian reminded quietly.

Charles came back to his senses and looked at Eric, who was in high spirits on the court, with a faint smile on his face.