The Charles Becomes a Wizard

When it comes not to their masters, demons are actually very willful and selfish creatures.

When Sebastian appeared at the manor where Voldemort was temporarily staying, Voldemort was convening a group of his men for a meeting.

Sebastian suddenly appeared in the meeting room.

"Sorry to bother you." The man in black ignored the wizards' raised wands and said politely with one hand on his chest. "This mansion is really magnificent."

The high-spirited expression on Voldemort's face froze for a moment. He waved his hand to signal his men to put down their wands, and said in a masterly manner, "I didn't expect to have such a distinguished guest today."

"You're too kind." Sebastian took two steps forward at a leisurely pace, as if he didn't take the giant snake lurking at Voldemort's feet seriously at all.

His neither humble nor arrogant attitude successfully intimidated some of the Death Eaters.

You know, no one has ever dared to speak to the Dark Lord like this!

The other Death Eaters were dissatisfied with his disrespect and frowned tightly.

But no matter what they thought in their hearts, no one dared to interrupt.

"Do you like the gift I gave you?" Voldemort waved his wand casually, and a gorgeous chair appeared beside him.

"Please take a seat."

Although the person he picked may not be as good-looking and elegant as that bad-tempered kid, he is more obedient.

If the demon in front of him really had that kind of hobby, he could provide him with countless objects for fun.

"No need to sit down." Sebastian took out a pocket watch from his chest, took a look at it, and then put it back into his pocket. "It's getting late. I still have to go back to prepare afternoon tea for the young master. It's better to finish it quickly."

After hearing this, Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with a fierce look: "So, those guys didn't satisfy you?"

His overly bland tone sounded as if he was talking about some worthless object rather than one of his own kind.

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, several Death Eaters in the crowd lowered their heads deeply, large drops of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads, and their bodies trembled with fear.

Those children were chosen from their families.

They knew very well why these children with outstanding looks were selected. Although they were reluctant to sacrifice their carefully raised children in order to win over an unknown wizard, they had to agree under the threat of the Dark Lord.

Now that those children have not completed their tasks, the Dark Lord will definitely punish them severely.

"Remember I told you before that I am not interested in shoddy products made by humans." Sebastian took off his gold-rimmed glasses.

"As long as you are willing to help me, it doesn't matter what you want." Even as he said this, Voldemort's nerves tensed up.

"Really? If you put anything together with the young master, he will get angry." Sebastian shook his head in distress.

"Although he's funny when he's angry, the young master has a bad temper and it's hard to coax him."

"What exactly do you want to say?" The fake smile on Voldemort's face fell completely.

He realized that the other party had come with ill intentions this time.

"I just hope you can stop doing things that will cause trouble to others."

"You and the people you arranged all smell like rotten apples on the ground." Sebastian said, wrinkling his nose in disgust: "Can you please stay away from the young master?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room changed their expressions instantly.

If Voldemort continued to endure in front of almost all his subordinates, his prestige among the Death Eaters would inevitably suffer an irreparable blow, not to mention that Voldemort's temper was not very good to begin with.

He raised his wand in anger: "Avada Kedavra -"

In full view of everyone, the yellow-green light hit the black-clothed man's face. The man who was hit just raised his eyebrows slightly, and the whole person turned into a streak of light and rushed towards Voldemort. The palm of his white glove grabbed Voldemort's arm, and then a teeth-grinding sound was heard in the room.

Sebastian easily broke Voldemort's wand along with the arm that held it.

This was not the end, he then kicked Voldemort in the chest, and a noticeable dent instantly appeared on Voldemort's chest, who was only wearing a thin black robe, and he flew out with the chair.

At this moment, a woman's crazy scream suddenly came from behind.

"How dare you! How dare you do this to the Dark Lord!"

Sebastian slightly turned his head to avoid the attack of the crazy woman, lowered his body and took a few steps to the woman's side. He ignored the wand against his chest, stretched out his hands and held the skinny woman's cheeks, and spoke in a light and soft tone.

"As a lady, you have done something that many people don't have the courage to do. It's really hard for you."

The demon's outstanding appearance and gentle attitude made Bellatrix Lestrange dazed for a moment. The man's expression was so gentle, as if she was some precious treasure. She had not felt such tenderness for a long time after being imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years.

So even if her heart was filled with Voldemort, she could not resist the other party's temptation.

Bellatrix Lestrange blinked. She saw the corner of the man's mouth curled up beautifully, and then she completely lost consciousness the next second.

The corpse with its head crushed slowly slid onto the chair amid the horrified gazes of the crowd. Sebastian gently wiped the blood from his cheeks and looked at the corpse with a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Now, you can have a good rest."

Sebastian doesn't hate pure people. Whether it's pure good or pure evil, it doesn't make much difference to the devil.

So he was willing to give this woman a quick death.