The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Even though Eric had a mediocre relationship with Gellert, who "stole his brother away", he still considered Gellert one of his own.

Even though Gellert himself didn't say much, Eric had seen many of his men when he was "staying" at Phantomhive's house.

After getting to know them, I have heard them talk about Gellert's past glory more than once. Of course, it is inevitable that they will talk about the reasons for the end of that glory.

Although Eric was skeptical about the reasons given by those people, he didn't mind using a little trick to make things difficult for Dumbledore.

"Mr. Phantomhive, perhaps you should know that it is extremely stupid to provoke a wizard without sufficient strength." Dumbledore's voice was low and deep, with great deterrent power.

"You won't do anything to me." The almost solidified air made Eric's breathing heavy, but even though he could be in danger at any time, his expression remained calm and terribly so.

"You also don't want to know how Charles will react when he finds out." Eric said almost fearlessly and he even smiled.

"Ciel really cares about me."

Dumbledore looked at the boy in front of him with his deep blue eyes for a long time without saying anything. After a while, he sighed slowly with a complicated expression, and his imposing aura suddenly slowed down.

"Mr. Phantomhive, you really are a very smart child, just like your brother."

"Thanks for the compliment." Eric took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "But even if you say that, I won't change my mind."

"I don't need you to do anything for me..."

"Just, perhaps you would like to satisfy the old man's little curiosity?"

Eric looked at him and said nothing.

This is tacit consent.

"I want to know who Sebastian Michaelis is." Dumbledore looked at Eric and asked word by word.

It was impossible for him not to care about the man who was shrouded in fog.

Not everyone can escape the killing curse cast by Voldemort.

"He is the butler of the Shire," Eric repeated. "He is only the butler of the Shire."

Dumbledore gave Eric a long look and suddenly changed the subject.

"Mr. Phantomhive, when did you discover me? I don't think I revealed any flaws."

"Probably since you just appeared?" Eric took out a small magic prop from his shirt pocket.

It was a magical item with somewhat useless functions. It would only sound an alarm when a specific wizard appeared within a certain range around the holder.

"You see, I always take my safety very seriously." Eric pointed to another prop hanging on the same chain. "By the way, this is used to alert the Dark Lord."

Of course, what Eric didn't mention was that if it was another prop that reacted today, he would immediately use the portkey to return to the manor.

Of course, he has a different attitude towards people with different moral standards. He is not stupid.

Charles once told him that the guy who called himself the Dark Lord was not mentally stable. Who knew if that guy would attack him without any scruples?

"And Mr. Dumbledore seems a little too arrogant."

"Are you really not worried...?"

"What is there to worry about? Why would the greatest white wizard attack a little Muggle wizard?"

"not to mention......"

Eric pursed his lips and smiled, then slowly lowered the car window and pointed at the rooftop in the distance.

"Not to mention the wizards on alert around here, there are several snipers outside aiming at this place."

The seemingly harmless boy tilted his head, and the words that came out of his mouth were full of black mud: "Although ordinary wizards may not be your opponents, but... it should be no problem to restrain you for a few seconds."

"The people down there have recently replaced their weapons with a new batch. They can aim at targets inside the car even without opening the windows."

Dumbledore: "..."

"Like I said, I always take my safety very seriously."

......

For some well-known reasons, Draco took his luggage and went directly to Phantomhive Manor during this holiday.

The increasingly quiet Phantomhive Manor became busy again with the return of Ciel and the others. Eric, who was acting more steadily, also had more smiles on his face.

Charles's eyes swept inconspicuously over Eric who had been waiting in the manor early, and he couldn't help but frowned when he saw his haggard face.

Ciel looked at Tanaka who was standing behind Eric.

"Don't be like that, Charles." Eric said with a smile, "Mr. Tanaka is trying very hard to take care of me."

"Of course I know about this. I just want to ask Mr. Tanaka..." Ciel smiled. "How did you get yourself into this state in such a short time?"

"Well, I'm just, I've been too busy lately." Meeting Charles' gaze, Eric, who was always so imposing outside, now felt guilty.

"Recently?" Charles glanced at the dark circles under Eric's eyes, and then looked at the butler Tanaka next to him. "Mr. Tanaka..."

"Okay, okay," Eric raised his hands, looking pitiful. "Char, you just came back, don't be so serious."

"I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again next time."

Charles glanced at him again and snorted.

"If you're willing to help, it will make things easier for me."

Eric actually didn't mind Ciel helping him manage the Phantomhive family's business. After all, Ciel's strength was obvious to all.

But after Charles took over the family, he had been deliberately avoiding suspicion and refused to interfere in anything that should have been inherited by him.

"That's your job, don't try to push the troublesome things onto me."

"Don't say that..."

Eric said as he followed Ciel into the house.

Draco stood at the door as if forgotten by everyone:???

If he wasn't mistaken, he seemed to be a guest...?

The Malfoy family shouldn't be completely destitute yet, right?

"Ahem, Master Malfoy, please come this way." The reliable butler Tanaka took the initiative to step forward and successfully saved the image of the Phantomhive family...

probably.

"Ciel——"

As soon as Charles entered the house, he heard an extremely enthusiastic call.

A fragrant breeze blew towards him. Charles paused, reached out to grab Eric's arm, turned around and pushed Eric out.

Eric: ???

"Ahhh, Charles! My cutest nephew!" Madame Red hugged Eric tightly, and rubbed her face against Eric's face hard.

Ciel folded his arms and watched with interest as Eric accepted the passionate embrace of Madame Red.

"Aunt Angelina..." Eric fluttered his feet. "You're wrong, it's me..."

"Huh?" Mrs. Red was stunned for a moment. She put her hands on Eric's shoulders and pulled him out of her arms. She looked down at the person in her arms, then looked at Charles who was standing at the door.

The next second, Madame Red abandoned Eric without hesitation and rushed towards Charles again. This time, she hugged him tightly in her arms.

"Well, come on, Charles, don't be so shy." Madame Red gave Charles a passionate hug that was almost suffocating.

Ciel: "......"

Charles's forehead twitched, and he reached out to push Madam Red's shoulder: "Why are you here?"

"Of course it's to see my most adorable nephew." Madame Red said with a smile while holding on to Charles tightly.

Draco, who had just stepped into the room under the guidance of Butler Tanaka:...

The cutest?

Draco looked at Ciel and then at Madam Red, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Excuse me...Have you never seen other children?

Isn’t this filter a bit too thick?

Forgive him, he really couldn't associate the word cute with the Charles he knew.

"Madame Red!"

While Charles was trying hard to break free from the Red Lady's restraints, Eric, who had already sorted himself out, had no brotherly feelings and was smiling brightly.

"Really? Didn't I tell you to just call me Angelina?"

With an adult woman hanging on his body, Charles raised his hand, pinched his brows and sighed helplessly: "Aunt Angelina..."

"Bang!" Charles was hit on the head by the fan.

"Swish——" Madame Red received Draco's admiring gaze.

"It's Angelina!" Madam Red covered the lower half of her face with a fan and muttered, "Don't learn from Eric. It's so rude to call a lady aunt or something like that."

Charles sighed again: "Madam Red, we have guests here, would you like to be a little..." restrained?

"Ah," Madam Red's eyes quickly fell on Draco, and she looked him up and down while circling around him.

Draco, who was being stared at, felt uncomfortable all over. He stood there in a daze, as if he was under a petrification spell and dared not move.

His mother, Narcissa Malfoy, was a typical Slytherin lady. She did not like intimacy. Although she doted on her only son, she was not the kind of mother who liked to hold her son in her arms. She almost obeyed Draco in everything, but always kept some distance.

As for other female relatives and friends...the only one was Bella Trix Lestrange, who was imprisoned in Azkaban shortly after he was born.

It has absolutely no reference value.

Draco had never met a woman as passionate as Madame Red, so he was naturally at a loss.

Madame Red didn't care what he was thinking. She came very close to him and even gently lifted Draco's chin with the fan in her hand.

Draco looked at Ciel for help, and received a helpless look from Ciel.

"You..." Mrs. Red suddenly spoke with a serious face.

"Yes?" Draco swallowed and held his breath subconsciously.

"It's really good!" Mrs. Red instantly put on a smiling face.

Draco:......

"what?"

Madame Red quickly put away the folding fan in her hand and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"He seems like a very good kid. It's really hard for you to be friends with the gloomy Ciel!"

Draco:......

"Let me tell you, Charles has always been a very good kid since he was young."

"And then, ?%$#@&..."

"I thought he @&&＃x......"

Madame Red immediately opened up to the confused Draco, and she seemed to want to tell Draco everything about Ciel from his childhood to now.

Ciel:......

Charles' face quickly turned red: "Madam Red!!!"

Draco, who was caught off guard by hearing all the dark history of the Shire, said:

It’s over. Will he be assassinated by Charles after today?

......

Assassination was of course impossible, but after receiving a half-smile from Ciel, Draco decided to selectively forget certain things.

He is a Malfoy who has the ability to play both sides and adapt to the situation ingrained in his bones. Although he is aggressive in daily life, he still has the ability to sense danger at least.

After finally dispelling Madame Red's sudden desire to express herself, Charles felt that he had become much more haggard.

Sebastian tactfully took over Butler Tanaka's job of pouring tea.

"The taste of black tea is indeed related to the brewing method."

Madame Red, who had regained the demeanor of a noble lady, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant black tea. She curled the corners of her lips in appreciation, then raised her eyelids and looked at Sebastian.

Then she put her hand on Sebastian's lower back and groped up and down.

"You are pretty good too. How about coming to my place?"

Sebastian: !!!!!!

Ciel: "Madame Red!!!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Madam Red winked at Charles, "It's my professional habit. I accidentally palpated it."

Sebastian silently avoided Madam Red's hand and said, "It's my honor to satisfy you, but I have no plans to change my job."

"If you change your mind, you're always welcome here..."

"Madame Red!"

"Okay, okay, since Ciel is reluctant to let you go, then there's nothing we can do."

But before she could stay quiet for long, Mrs. Red looked at her watch and left like a gust of wind again.

Charles looked at Madam Red's back as she left and sighed helplessly again: "So...what is she doing here?"

"Because I heard that Ciel made some very good friends." Eric said with a smile, "She cares about you very much."