It took some time to say goodbye to Eric, and Ciel didn't have time to catch the first class. When Ciel came out of Sebastian's office, he ran into Draco and his group who had just finished class.

"Ciel, you're finally back." Draco ignored the others around him and trotted over to greet him.

"Draco." Charles smiled at Draco.

This meaningless smile was filled with bitterness in Draco's eyes when he learned the news of Vincent's death.

Draco carefully glanced at Charles' expression and comforted him awkwardly, "I heard everything. Don't be sad."

Ciel: ...

Ah, that tone.

Draco seemed to have imagined him as some kind of poor little thing.

Ciel originally wanted to tease Draco to change his slightly heavy mood, but after taking a look at the little animals standing not far away and secretly observing him, he had to suppress his eager evil taste.

Apparently the news of Vincent's death had spread through Hogwarts.

Although Ciel had known that this was inevitable, after all, there were so many young wizards born in ordinary families in Hogwarts, and his father's obituary had appeared in the newspapers for many days, this did not mean that Ciel wanted to be watched like an animal in a zoo.

Charles didn't like being the object of other people's pity. He preferred fear to pity.

At least it can save him a lot of trouble.

Charles held his head high and spoke in a slightly cold voice: "Being loyal to the Queen and sacrificing for her is my father's choice and responsibility. I don't think my father will regret it."

Anyway, that’s probably what my father thought in his heart, he didn’t lie.

Charles's cold look successfully scared away some people. People who didn't even care about their own father's death would find it very difficult to accept many small animals, and naturally kept their distance from Charles.

Draco was obviously not one of them. He secretly stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Charles' forehead, but Charles dodged it.

"Draco?"

What are you doing?

"I wanted to see if you were sick." Draco, who was caught, answered honestly.

Ciel: ???

After all, they had lived in the same dormitory for so long, so Draco thought he knew Ciel quite well.

He knew very well how self-centered and arrogant the other person was, and how proud he was of the name Phantomhive. In Draco's opinion, if Ciel had not been delirious with fever, he would not have said such outrageous words.

How could a man like him submit to others wholeheartedly?

"He is indeed a sinister and cold-blooded venomous snake." Ron Weasley, who was standing not far away, muttered softly.

Hermione Granger glared at him: "Ron!"

"Hey, I wasn't wrong," Ron Weasley glared back, "Look at him, how does he look like he's lost a loved one?"

"That's enough, Ron."

"I heard that his brother is going to inherit the title soon." Ron Weasley snorted, "Can he still be so arrogant now?"

"I'm afraid his days in Slytherin will be difficult from now on."

Even after so much time, Ron Weasley still believed that Ciel was able to get along in Slytherin because of his family background and money.

Now that he has lost his money and status, how could those profit-oriented venomous snakes give him any face?

Harry, who had already turned around and walked to the other side, paused slightly, and a very complicated emotion rose in his heart.

But things did not develop as Ron Weasley imagined, or rather, they did not develop "exactly" as he imagined.

After learning the news of Vincent's death, some nobles who looked down on Muggles and Muggles from the bottom of their hearts were ready to kick the Phantomhive family out directly.

Yes, no matter how many times Lucius said that Charles was the main person in charge of the cooperation, these stubborn guys still believed that those ingenious plans were Vincent's ideas, so after learning that he had passed away, they naturally had some shameful thoughts.

But just before they were about to take action, Gellert spread the news that Charles was his only apprentice.

Considering Gellert's reputation of being able to stop children from crying at night and his horrifying methods, who would dare to have any thoughts about Charles?

Of course, not everyone can see the situation clearly.

After so many years, there are still some die-hard fans of Voldemort or pure-blood theory in Slytherin. These people have always believed that Ciel, who was born into a Muggle family, is a disgrace to the entire Slytherin.

He didn't dare to show up before for various reasons, but recently he has been hearing a lot of news that Voldemort might still be alive, so he jumps out from time to time to take the initiative to provoke.

Although their attacks could not cause any substantial harm to Ciel, who had undergone Gellert's devilish training, their occasional appearances were still quite annoying.

Did I act too easy to bully?

Charles sat on the large sofa in the lounge with his chin supported by one hand. In front of him stood several petrified little snakes holding their wands high.

It happened so quickly that before the other little snakes in the lounge could react, this ridiculous sneak attack was over.

The entire lounge fell silent in an instant, with only the crackling sound of the fire in the fireplace to be heard.

Everyone's eyes were on Charles, who looked harmless but could suddenly explode.

Some senior students couldn't help but recall the bloody and cruel methods that Ciel used when he first entered Slytherin, and their hearts couldn't help but rise.

Ciel held the wand with his fair fingers and tapped it twice on the armrest of the sofa, looking at the person in front of him thoughtfully.

"It's you guys again. You really don't learn your lesson."

"An inferior dog that refuses to obey no matter how many times it is taught a lesson will suffer."

"Listen carefully to what others say..."

Charles waved the wand in his hand, and one of the petrified snakes flew into the air. Charles looked at his pupils that were trembling with fear and tilted his head.

The next second, the spell cast on the little snake suddenly disappeared, and he fell from mid-air.

The little snakes could hear the crisp sound of his bones hitting the carved chair back, and saw a rib piercing through his flesh and sticking out of his chest, with large amounts of bright red liquid staining his robe embroidered with the family crest, but he was unable to utter even a muffled groan.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, the spell suddenly lost its effect." The instigator smiled with his lips pursed. His facial features were small and delicate, and his fair skin glowed under the flames. His long eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly wings, making him look charming and lovely.

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