The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"You're not trying to make fun of me, are you?" Charles subconsciously loosened his hand, took a step back, exited Sebastian's arms, and asked in a deep voice.

Of course, if his face wasn't so red, he would look more majestic.

"The way you panic over such a small matter is really worth admiring." The devil slowly added fuel to the fire.

"Stop talking!" Charles stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, "Don't act on your own and cause unnecessary trouble..."

"The secret to becoming a qualified professor is to pay attention to the inner world of students and, when necessary, to guess their true thoughts..."

Sebastian smiled and said, "As a professor at Hogwarts, how could you be stumped by such a small matter?"

His voice was gentle and melodious, and there was a hint of joy in it.

A cross appeared on Charles' face: "I'm going to kill you."

"So, do I need to make some preparations in advance? In case someone else knows that I'm following your orders..."

"No need." Charles said after thinking for a moment.

Anyway, he already knew almost everything he should and shouldn't know. Even if the fact that Sebastian was his butler was really exposed, it wouldn't have much impact on him.

Who says deacons can’t be professors?

"Oh my, I thought the young master was going to let me keep my identity secret." Sebastian's tone suddenly became sad again, giving Charles goose bumps all over his body.

"Speak to me properly!"

"Yes, sir." Sebastian's eyes, glowing red in the dark, seemed to casually glance across the empty corner, then he took a few quick steps to catch up with the boy. He lagged one step behind the boy, following him closely like the most loyal guardian.

The dimly lit corridor returned to silence again. After an unknown amount of time, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard in the empty corridor.

Harry, wearing the invisibility cloak, ran all the way back to the Gryffindor common room and collapsed on the sofa for a long time before his heart, which was about to jump out of his throat, calmed down.

Although the other party did not say anything at the time, he knew that he had been discovered by Professor Michaelis.

Those indifferent eyes, seemingly without a trace of emotion, appeared before his eyes again, and Harry frowned unconsciously.

He had to admit that it didn't feel good to be stared at as if he were an insignificant speck of dust on the side of the road.

Even though Sirius once said that Professor Michaelis was not Voldemort's subordinate, Harry could still sense danger from him.

Most importantly, after Snape's Legilimency tonight, Harry finally remembered why he was so impressed by the other person's back - he had seen him at the Quidditch World Cup.

The memory is of a scene of massacre, with deafening cries and screams, and scorching flames dyeing the night sky red. The man was standing leisurely in front of a burning tent, speaking calmly to the person opposite him.

It was as if the tragic scene around him had no effect on him at all.

There is definitely something wrong with this person!

Sirius might have been deceived by him!

Harry suspected that the other party might be one of the culprits who caused the tragedy, because it was impossible for a normal person to remain so calm when faced with such a situation.

In fact, the reason why Harry went out for a night walk tonight was to find Sirius.

But who would have thought that I would see such a scene in the corridor...

Countless thoughts flashed through Harry's mind, and he finally decided to go back to the dormitory and sort out his thoughts.

Voldemort, who saw this scene through the soul fragment in Harry's body, raised his eyebrows.

The pale fingers gently stroked the wand in his hand, and Voldemort's lips curled up into an ambiguous smile: "So, the boy actually tied the devil to his side by this method?"

If that's the case, he might be able to use the same method to recruit the other party...

A gleam of light flashed in Voldemort's narrow eyes.

"Ah, ha." Sebastian, who was half-kneeling in front of the bed to change Charles' shoes, suddenly turned his head and sneezed.

Sitting beside the bed, Ciel looked at him curiously: "Huh? Can demons catch colds too?"

This is the first time he has seen this guy sneeze in all these years.

"No," Sebastian shook his head, placing Ciel's slender calf on his knee. "It's just that my nose suddenly felt itchy."

Maybe some troublesome guy is targeting him.

An image of a red-haired Grim Reaper suddenly appeared in Sebastian's mind, and then he quickly shattered the image with a punch.

"Really?" Charles looked at him again and then silently withdrew his gaze.

Sebastian, who didn't know what he would face after today, swiftly helped his young master to bed and quietly left the dormitory.

a few days later.

Charles held the book in his arms, watching coldly as Sebastian gently helped up a delicate-looking boy and comforted him in a gentle voice, then he withdrew his gaze after a moment.

"Professor Michaelis seems to be particularly popular recently." Blaise said with his hands crossed behind his head.

"He seems to have always been popular, right?" Draco said, glancing at Charles subconsciously.

Tsk, a guy who attracts a lot of attention. Charles frowned unconsciously.

"No, no, no, how can they be the same?" Blaise Playboy Zabini raised his index finger and shook it gently.

"Their goal now is not just to become the professor's favorite student."

"I heard that Professor Michaelis has always been single, so many people in the school are trying to win him over before Valentine's Day."

"So... I was treated as a prey." Charles muttered softly, and a smile with a hint of gloating appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Come to think of it, the devil’s expression must be very interesting right now, right?

"Charles, what are you talking about?" Blaise asked.

"No, it's nothing. Let's go back quickly."

......

Really, I'm being treated as an adult with bad sexual orientation.

Sebastian, who successfully obtained the information he wanted from the student who was completely bewitched by him, raised his hand and pressed his forehead helplessly.

"That won't do," Sebastian sighed. "How can I, as the young master's personal butler, bear such a dishonorable reputation?"

It seems that some people need to learn a lesson.