The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Draco, Mr. Malfoy hopes that you can stay here." Charles held Draco's cold hand with his backhand, and his calm deep blue eyes looked into Draco's eyes.

"I assure you, nothing will happen to them."

As if influenced by Charles's determined attitude, Draco gradually stopped trembling unconsciously.

"I..." Draco, who still couldn't calm down, was about to say something, but suddenly he found from the reflection on the table that there was someone next to him.

His heart tightened and he turned around suddenly, just in time to see Sebastian, who had appeared behind him at some point. His eyes unconsciously stopped on the other's raised arm.

"you......"

What are you going to do? ! ! !

"It's great that Master Malfoy calmed down so quickly." Sebastian looked at the shocked Draco and put down his arms with a smile as if nothing had happened.

"I thought it would take a long time for you to give up such a ridiculous idea."

No, wait, were you trying to knock me out just now?

Draco hesitated.

"It's great that you can figure it out on your own." Sebastian said, pinching his chin with one hand, "In this case, you won't need any other method to help you sleep tonight."

so......

You really wanted to knock me out just now, didn't you? !

Don’t think I can’t hear it just because you use a euphemism!

Is it really okay to state the ultimate goal openly?

Could you at least give me some coverage?

Draco's pupils trembled wildly.

"Because the young master's ability to comfort people is really limited." Sebastian smiled and explained as if he could see through Draco's thoughts: "As a qualified butler, he should avoid embarrassing the master in time."

So, your way of dealing with this is to just knock me out?!

Isn't this a bit too childish?!

I think I am still reasonable...

Draco raised his hand and touched his neck, feeling a phantom pain.

"That's enough, Sebastian." Charles raised his hand and rubbed his aching brow, and glanced at Sebastian.

Sebastian bowed his head and replied, "As you command."

But after Sebastian's interruption, Draco was indeed not as nervous as before.

The current situation of Malfoy Manor is not as critical as Draco imagined, and can even be described as very good.

Lucius activated all the protections of the manor on the day of the interview.

Aristocratic manors that have been passed down for hundreds of years always have their own heritage. Even if Voldemort leads the team himself, there is no way to easily break through the defense of the manor.

Of course, it goes without saying how many of his subordinates are not working hard.

Not to mention that there were other people who intervened in the process.

"Grindelwald." Voldemort gritted his teeth and chanted the name of the wizard standing in front of him, his eyes red and almost bleeding. "Is it you?"

"Long time no see." Gellert, dressed in a neat military uniform, raised his eyebrows at Voldemort.

Following behind him was a group of his men who were delighted at the prospect of "fighting alongside Mr. Grindelwald once again."

After weighing the fighting power of both sides, Voldemort felt annoyed when he found that his Death Eaters were unable to crush the other side with all their strength, but he still forced a fake smile on his face.

It's not because he's afraid or anything, it's just that he only has so many people under his command. If he loses too many people here, he might not be able to resist the attack of the Order of the Phoenix next time.

"I don't think we need to resort to swordplay over a vile traitor."

"What? Are you planning to leave?" Gellert deliberately misinterpreted Voldemort's meaning and made a gesture of invitation to him.

Voldemort felt the surge of blood again.

"I think you should know that the Malfoy family has been loyal to me for many years." Voldemort exhaled deeply, his dark red eyes full of malice.

"He betrayed me without hesitation today, and he will definitely betray you in the future."

"He is just a greedy and cowardly villain. Are you sure you want to become my enemy for such a person?"

What's so certain about this?

Gellert frowned slightly as he looked at Voldemort who was trying to persuade him.

It was rare for his apprentice to ask him for a favor.

Of course he can't let down the chain.

As for betrayal, with him in Malfoy, there won't be that chance...

Gellert's frowning behavior gave Voldemort the illusion that Lucius had been persuaded by him, so the following conversation was even more derogatory towards Lucius.

"How come I didn't know that you have the blood of a prophet?" Gellert interrupted Voldemort impatiently, "Shouldn't you look for the reason for being betrayed from yourself?"

"You also said that the Malfoys were your loyal supporters. If they betrayed you, doesn't that prove that you are not worthy of others' loyalty?"

Very good, the discussion completely broke down.

Voldemort, whose face was pale and blue, was the first to cast a spell, and the men of both sides soon fell into a melee.

Many Death Eaters had already retreated when they heard the name "Grindelwald".

The Witch Party, on the other hand, was full of fighting spirit. They were eager for this "war". They had been waiting for so many years for the opportunity to fight side by side with Mr. Grindelwald, the king in their hearts, again, until they were almost in despair.

But now that there is suddenly such an opportunity in front of them, how could they not be excited?

They wanted to let Mr. Grindelwald see that even after so many years, they had not aged, and as long as Mr. Grindelwald was willing, they could still fight for him.

However, aren’t these opponents a little too weak?

Where are the subordinates of the "greatest dark lord"?

Isn't it a bit too vulnerable?

The melee between the two sides' men ended quickly, and Gellert's men won the victory with overwhelming strength, but the fight between the leaders of both sides continued.

Voldemort was a great opponent and Gellert had a lot of fun.

He hadn't fought so hard in a long time.

Even though he had been trapped in Nurmengard for so many years, there was still warlike blood in his body. He had to admit that even though he did not enjoy blood and death, he occasionally needed this kind of battle to comfort his desolate heart.