The Charles Becomes a Wizard

After that night, the small actions against Draco within Slytherin were obviously restrained a lot. Although Draco's subsequent campus life had occasional twists and turns, it could be described as peaceful.

Life inside Hogwarts is relatively harmonious, but the situation outside Hogwarts has once again become tense.

Perhaps to vent their anger, or for other purposes, Voldemort's Death Eaters frequently launched attacks in Diagon Alley. Most of the destroyed shops were the property of the Malfoy family. However, because Lucius was well prepared, the Malfoy family did not suffer too much loss.

It’s just that from time to time, there would be news in the newspapers about other people going missing.

The once bustling Diagon Alley was filled with a tense atmosphere. The smiles on the faces of the hurried wizards disappeared, and their eyes revealed uneasiness and fear.

In this situation, no matter how reluctant Fudge and his lackeys were to admit it, they had to face a reality that made them shudder - Voldemort had really made a comeback.

The shadow that Voldemort brought to the British wizarding world more than a decade ago has not yet completely faded away, and Fudge's high-sounding speeches in the newspapers are simply unable to soothe the public's uneasiness and anxiety.

Therefore, he could only place his hope on Dumbledore, who had once defeated Voldemort, hoping that the old man would consider the overall situation and stand up to help him share some of the pressure without holding grudges.

"Oh, of course, I will help." The white-haired old man looked away from the blank photo frame on the table and looked at Fudge, who seemed to have aged a dozen years in a short time, and said in a deep voice: "But I hope you can understand that everything I do is not to help you."

Why would Fudge care what Dumbledore said at this moment?

The British wizarding world was in such chaos during his tenure that he had to fight hard for the position of Minister of Magic.

However, the joining of Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix did not turn the tide as Fudge had imagined. There were only a few members in the Order of the Phoenix now, and it was impossible for them to monitor the entire British wizarding world.

The tragedies caused by the Death Eaters continued to occur frequently. For a time, the rumor that "Dumbledore is old" was rampant, and this rumor made the wizards' hearts fall into even more despair.

If even Dumbledore couldn't do anything, who else could save them?

Who else can help the wizarding world resist the invasion of dark forces?

As for Harry Potter, the rumored savior...

His presence in the wizarding world is not very high now, and he is still just a student, a student who has not even passed the advanced wizard level exam. It is better for them to rely on themselves than to rely on him.

What's more, the British wizards are now facing not only Voldemort, but also Grindelwald, who is even more brutal.

No one knows whether this dark wizard who once almost destroyed the entire Paris by himself will do the same thing in London this time.

But just thinking about this possibility is enough to make many people's hair stand on end.

"Gellert," Charles propped up his chin and looked at Gellert in the two-way mirror, telling him the rumors he had heard recently as a joke: "Are you really going to burn down London?"

Gellert: "......"

He is not idle, why would he set fire for no reason?

"If you want, I can tell you where the best place to set the fire is."

Gellert: "No, I won't bother you."

.....Why do I feel like my dark history has suddenly been uncovered?

"Draco, I said Gellert didn't mean that, right?"

"puff--"

Draco, who was caught off guard by being called out, spat out all the tea he had just taken a bite of. The little platinum noble, with a flushed face, covered his chest and started coughing madly.

"Here," the instigator handed over a handkerchief with a smile, "wipe your mouth."

"Ahem, this, ahem, whose fault is this!" Draco took the handkerchief from Charles' hand and held it in his hand, and glared at Charles with his eyes that looked unintimidating because of a layer of physiological mist.

Draco couldn't imagine what Mr. Grindelwald would think of him.

What's the difference between this and being caught gossiping about someone behind their back!!!

"Don't be so nervous," Ciel said, his prank having been successful. "Gellert won't get angry over such a small matter."

Draco:......

That is to say, is it possible that you are the only one with whom this gentleman has a good temper?

Draco glanced furtively at the two-way mirror, and was not surprised to find that Gellert was looking at Ciel with a hint of smile in his eyes.

Just then there was a knock on the door, and the butler in black appeared at the door with a letter on a tray in his hand.

"Master." Sebastian bent over and handed the tray to Charles. After he took the envelope, he quickly cleaned up the messy table.

"No matter how many times I see it, I always think Sebastian is amazing." Draco couldn't help but sigh as he held the freshly brewed tea.

"Thank you for your compliment," Sebastian said, stroking his chest with one hand, "As the young master's butler, how can you not do such a small thing well?"

By this time, Charles had finished reading the letter in his hand, or we can call it an invitation letter. Charles glanced at Gellert, put the invitation letter back into the envelope, and ignored it.

Gellert's eyes casually swept over the signature on the envelope without asking any more questions.

After the connection of the two-way mirror was cut off, Charles looked at the invitation letter again, thinking about something.

"Master?"

"Hmm?" Ciel noticed Sebastian's gaze on the envelope and explained, "Dumbledore's invitation."

"Master, are you thinking about whether to go meet him?"

"Ah..." Charles tapped the envelope twice with his fingers.

Things are different now. Not only the forces of the Phantomhive family stand behind Ciel, but Gellert's men are also watching him all the time.

Ciel didn't think that Gellert's men would be willing to fight alongside Dumbledore.

Although Ciel didn't care whether they were dissatisfied with him, it was still a problem no matter how big or small it was...

Therefore, there is almost no need to consider cooperating with the Order of the Phoenix.

In that case, there seemed no need for him to waste time listening to Dumbledore talking about the same old topics.

After making up his mind, Charles wrote a reply letter and handed it to Sebastian, but Sebastian did not leave immediately after receiving the letter.

"Anything else?"

"Master, Mr. Potter has disappeared from Hogwarts." Sebastian said in a calm tone.

"Huh?" Charles blinked.

disappear?

How could he disappear inexplicably?

However, what worries Ciel more is...

Ciel looked at Sebastian: "When did you know this news?"

Sebastian tilted his head and said, "I noticed it when I was delivering the letter to you."

"Hey..." A cross appeared on Charles' head: "We should talk about this kind of thing first!!!"