The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Lori, I never knew you were such a person who couldn't see the situation clearly." Draco felt a little complicated as he looked at the boy slumped on the ground.

Geoffrey Lowry, a student of the same grade as him, was once a loyal supporter of Draco. After these years of contact, Draco had some respect for him.

Draco raised his wand again. "For the sake of the past, I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words."

"Hahahaha, I don't think I need any chance!" Geoffrey Lowry laughed loudly, "You don't think you are still the high and mighty young Master Malfoy, do you?"

"Your father is a coward!"

"You have been abandoned by your family!"

"Without the protection of your family, you are a waste!"

It’s this man, it’s him and the Malfoy family behind him!

The Dark Lord would not have been so angry if that timid, cowardly Malfoy had not publicly declared his separation from the Death Eaters.

They should severely torture the bastards who betrayed the Dark Lord. Those who hide like cowards when encountering problems are simply unforgivable!

Thinking of his grandfather and uncle who had been blamed and suspected by Voldemort these days, Geoffrey Lowry felt a burning anger in his heart.

Why? Why can the Malfoys get away with it?

Why should his family suffer because of the Malfoys' betrayal?

He doesn't agree!

Since Draco Malfoy is still known as Malfoy, he must pay the price!

Geoffrey Lowry glared at Draco fiercely, wishing he could skin him alive.

Draco looked around at the small snakes around him, frowned at the boy who was talking nonsense, and the next second, a spell emitted from the tip of the wand pulled out all the bones in the other's limbs.

It is worth mentioning that Draco learned this magic from the housework spell.

It was originally intended to remove fish or chicken bones, but it also works very well on humans.

The spell itself does not cause much pain to the human body, but there is only one way to return to normal, and that is to use the bone-growing spirit.

The effect of Growing Bone Spirit lasts for 8 hours, and the person taking the reagent will experience tremendous pain while waiting for the bones to grow back.

Jeffrey Lowry, who had lost the bones of his limbs, fell face down on the carpet, screaming. His limbs were bent in a weird posture, and his appearance made the little snakes who witnessed the scene shudder.

Draco snorted and turned Geoffrey Lowry over with his toes. He stepped on his cheek contemptuously and crushed it twice: "Now, tell me who is the waste?"

Jeffrey Lowry was so angry that his eyes turned red, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

Draco made an ambiguous clicking sound, half squatted down, pinched Geoffrey Lowry's mouth and filled his mouth with a full bottle of Bone Spirit.

"Next, please enjoy yourself."

The painful cries of Geoffrey Lowry soon rang out in the common room. The instigator raised his chin slightly, his face cold and said: "I hope everyone can remember tonight, anyone who dares to insult the Malfoy family must pay the price."

Everyone looked at Draco with fear in their eyes. They were still students, and the only two times they had seen violence were both caused by Ciel. How could they have imagined that Draco, who seemed ignorant of the world in the past, could be so cruel and ruthless when he took action?

No one noticed that Draco's hand holding the crystal bottle was shaking slightly behind him.

Draco took another step, and this time, no one dared to say anything to him.

Jeffrey Lowry, who was thrown where he was, kept howling in pain. His miserable appearance scared several girls in the younger grades into tears.

Everyone was trying desperately to recall what they had done recently to see if there was anything that might have angered Draco, and everyone was afraid that they would be the next target of Draco's purge.

Naturally, no one knew that Draco, who seemed to be at ease and ruthless, had been unable to sleep until most of the night.

Charles, who was deeply sunken in the soft bed, couldn't help but sigh when he heard the sound coming from outside the bed curtain. He sat up from the bed, pulled aside the bed curtain and looked at Draco who was sitting on the chair.

"Sorry, Charles, did I disturb your rest?" Draco apologized in a low voice with his hands around his knees. He looked very small, wearing loose pajamas, and curled up in a chair that was not very spacious for him.

Growing up requires going through the pain of being skinned and bones peeled off, whether it is for Eric or Draco, no one can help.

Charles' eyelashes trembled: "I drank too much tea during the day."

Ciel climbed off the bed and walked over to sit in the chair next to Draco. "Want to play poker?"

Draco glanced at Ciel, buried his head in his knees, and hugged himself tighter with his arms: "Ciel, am I useless?"

This was the first time Draco used this method for the purpose of torturing the opponent.

When he had conflicts with others before, he mostly used spells learned in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, or some harmless little evil curses.

Although Draco has mastered a lot of advanced and complex black magic under Sebastian's guidance,

But before today, he had never thought that one day he would do something cruel to his classmates who he had been with day and night...

"Hmm? Why do you say that?" Ciel's hands were placed on the table in front of him in a tower shape, and he looked straight at Draco. "Do you regret doing this to him?"

"Of course I don't regret it." Draco replied firmly.

Draco could not tolerate anyone insulting the Malfoy name or his father. He also knew clearly that if he did not shock people today, he would be regarded as a soft persimmon and would be subjected to more insulting words or actions in the future.

Draco did not regret his actions today, but...

Draco lowered his head, his long eyelashes casting a large shadow on his face. His voice was so thin and small that it sounded like a needle falling on the ground: "I'm just a little scared."

I was afraid of Jeffrey Lowry's pain, afraid of the joy that flashed through my heart and could not be ignored, and I was even more afraid that one day I would become someone I wouldn't even recognize...

"Do not worry."

Draco looked up at the boy in front of him in a daze.

"Since you feel scared, it means you are still normal."

A faint smile appeared on Charles' face: "Not like me."

He is indeed a soft-hearted guy...