The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Even if they can't leave school, the animals at Hogwarts can still find ways to entertain themselves.

The Weasley twins are very creative and have created many eye-catching magic props and candies with some strange and bizarre functions.

Fireworks that can be held in the hand, props that are convenient for eavesdropping, candies that will cause boils on the face or vomiting after eating...

It is worth mentioning that the latter two methods are very effective for small animals that want to skip classes.

The Weasley twins made a fortune from this, but of course it also caused a lot of trouble for the cleaning work in the castle.

"Charles, what is this...?" Blaise opened his eyes wide in surprise as he looked at the contents of the small box that Charles placed in front of them.

"A new product from the Weasleys."

"Of course I know that, but these things are in short supply right now. Where did you get them?"

The Slytherins, who always attached great importance to their image, would certainly not do things like vomiting in public or letting their faces be covered with pustules just to skip classes, but no one would refuse a small toy that could relax them after being trapped in the castle for such a long time.

"Oh, it's from the Weasley brothers."

Brace: ...

Draco:......

"Ciel, when did you become so close to those stupid lions?" Draco asked.

Getting the money-obsessed Weasley twins to give away free stuff is not something that can be achieved simply by having a "good relationship".

You know, even Ron Weasley had to pay for something if he wanted to take it from them!

Why could Charles be the exception?

the most important is,

How come he didn't know about this?!

"What are you talking about, Draco?" Ciel crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair, one arm resting on the armrest and slightly bending to support his head. "I just made a business investment that I thought was more appropriate."

"you mean?"

"A large part of their starting capital was provided by me."

Although Ciel didn't know what the Weasley twins were thinking at first to set their sights on him, Ciel had always loved all kinds of toys, and his original dream in life was just to start a toy company, so after he saw the results presented by the Weasley twins, he immediately agreed.

He spent a sum of gold Galleons, which was insignificant to him, and became a partner of the Weasley twins.

Judging from the current situation, Ciel feels that this investment is still very worthwhile. The novel and interesting things in the minds of the Weasley twins are not something that ordinary people can produce, let alone in Hogwarts. Even if they are placed outside, they will be snatched up by those old-fashioned and conservative wizards.

Draco looked at Ciel's nonchalant attitude and once again noticed the gap between him and Ciel.

This time it refers to consciousness.

Draco knew his temper very well. If the Weasley twins came to him on their own initiative, he would only be sarcastic and mocking towards them. It would be impossible for him to cooperate with them like he did with Charles.

This was true even if he thought that the "project" the Weasley twins were talking about was excellent.

He couldn't let go of his arrogance and was unwilling to make friends with Gryffindor students.

But Charles never seemed to care about these...

Thinking about how Ciel handled the situation, Draco reflected on himself for a rare moment.

"What? Draco doesn't like these?" Charles asked the little platinum noble whose hair seemed to have turned dull because he was thinking about something.

Before Draco could reply with a proud expression again, Ciel picked up a small firework from the box and threw it into his hand: "I think it's quite interesting, so I picked it out for you."

Draco hurriedly caught the firework and muttered in an unnoticeable voice, "It's really not bad."

Ah, Draco's ears turned red...

Charles' delicate eyebrows curved into a beautiful arc.

It really does make people happy to tease Draco occasionally.

......

However, Ciel's good mood was quickly ruined by the news brought by Sebastian.

The room was silent; only the slight sound of the clock's hands could be heard. The atmosphere in the room was so gloomy that it seemed as if water might drip out of it. Charles finished reading the letter in his hand in silence, gently turning the ring on his thumb, and did not speak for a long while.

Time passed by minute by minute. It was unknown how long it had been before Charles asked, "Father's injury..."

"Don't worry, it's just some minor injuries. The werewolf that sneaked into the mansion did not cause irreversible harm to Master Vincent." Sebastian replied in a low voice.

Hearing this, Charles let out a slow breath: "How are the others in the mansion doing?"

"Three male servants were bitten, four bodyguards were killed, and the two wizards who were responsible for the security of the mansion tonight disappeared. It is currently unknown whether they were controlled by magic or fled because of cowardice."

Charles closed his eyes. Just from Sebastian's simple statement, he could imagine how thrilling Vincent's experience was tonight.

With a "bang", Charles smashed the cup next to him away.

"Check it for me! Sebastian, check how the werewolf got in!" Ciel shouted sternly, "Find out if those two wizards were bribed a long time ago!"

The Phantomhive Manor had been well protected by various magic circles since early in the morning. According to common sense, no creature could break into the manor silently. There must be an insider who did something behind the scenes.

Almost,

Just a little bit,

His home is going to be lost again...

How arrogant is he to think he can protect them...

The exquisite cup exploded on the carpet, and the broken pieces of porcelain scratched Charles' cheek. The bright red liquid slid down the tiny wound, but Charles seemed to feel no pain at all.

"Master, you are injured." Sebastian took two steps forward and tried to check the wound on Charles' face, but as soon as his hand touched Charles' cheek, he was slapped away.

The boy's frail body trembled unconsciously because of fear and trepidation, his eyes were slightly red, but his tone was cold and firm: "Sebastian, this is an order, find the culprit and kill him."

It was his fault. He shouldn't have wanted to keep Voldemort to use him as a "fishing"

He should have gotten rid of him long ago when he knew that the other party's state was unstable...