The Charles Becomes a Wizard

This was a scene that had never appeared in Charles's most beautiful dreams in the past.

In his previous life, when he woke up from nightmares countless times, he had hoped to have such a warm embrace to soothe his uneasiness and anxiety.

only......

Charles closed his eyes, put aside all the complicated thoughts in his mind, and tightened his hands around Eric's waist a little.

......

After the two brothers talked it out, their relationship seemed to become closer.

But Eric has not really given up the idea of ​​saving Ciel from the devil.

How could he watch Ciel's soul become food for the devil?

However, he really didn't know much about mysterious things, and even his ability to control magic was not outstanding.

If you want to solve this problem, you must think of other ways...

Regardless of what Eric was secretly planning, Sebastian was "delighted" to receive revenge from his master as soon as he followed Charles back to the room.

Sebastian dodged a series of objects thrown at him as swiftly as a butterfly, and in the process caught all kinds of messy things in his hands and piled them into a high pile.

Seeing his effortless movements, Charles:...

Angrier.

"Remember I said, don't do unnecessary things!" Charles, who had worked hard for a long time and ended up tiring himself out, glared at Sebastian.

"Oh?" Sebastian held the things in his hands like he was performing an acrobatic trick, and looked back at him innocently. "But I only acted according to the master's orders."

"When did I say..." that kind of command!

"Master, don't you want me to respect Master Eric more and regard him as someone of equal status with you?"

Ciel:......

That's because he's worried that you're doing something to him in secret!

Don't lead me to other places casually!!!

"Answering the master's questions honestly is the duty of a qualified deacon."

"Master Eric asked me questions, and I should tell him the corresponding answers honestly."

"What?" Sebastian asked with a smile: "Did I do something wrong?"

This guy was obviously making excuses, but Charles couldn't say anything.

"I am just a chess piece in your hands, Master. My every move must be in accordance with your orders."

"You..." Charles' chest heaved violently, and his eyes looked like knives when he looked at Sebastian.

"Besides," Sebastian slowly put all the things in his hands back to their original places, then slowly approached Charles. He gently leaned down and spoke some seductive words in the boy's ear with a magnetic voice.

"Master, are you really willing to do this?"

"what are you saying?"

"Are you really willing to keep this a secret from Master Eric?"

"Are you really willing to bury everything you've experienced in the darkness?"

"You have never concealed the unreasonable aspects of yourself. With Master Eric's intelligence, it is impossible for him not to discover it..."

"Admit it, you've been waiting for this day." The devil's voice in my ear was soft and gentle.

"Admit it, you've always wanted Master Eric to know everything that happened to you."

"And I just fulfilled your wish in advance."

"..."

Ciel's expression froze, and he subconsciously reached out to push Sebastian, but before his slender fingers touched Sebastian's shoulder, the demon grabbed his wrist.

"Or maybe you're just a coward."

"You are a coward who is addicted to the warmth of today and is afraid that Master Eric will think that you have robbed his real brother of his life, so you are holding on to that little bit of luck and dare not face the reality."

The devil's eyes, like dried blood stains, seemed to be able to easily see through Charles' disguise and his dirty and despicable thoughts.

Ciel opened his mouth, but found that he seemed to have no way to refute what Sebastian said.

How can I not worry?

In fact, Charles has always been very clear-headed, although he doesn't know how he came to this world, nor does he know where the soul of the "Charles" he replaced went...

But he has always clearly distinguished the people in the two worlds.

He knew full well that this was not his Eric.

His Eric died on the cold altar right in front of him, and he was also very clear that his family in this world originally belonged to another "Charles" - a boy who had never experienced anything, was weak, introverted and timid.

Sometimes Charles felt like a shameless thief who had stolen everything from his other self.

He couldn't get along with his family as if nothing had happened, and he couldn't be sure whether they would hate him after they knew the truth...

So from the very beginning, Ciel has been keeping his distance from everyone he knew in the past. He was stubbornly unwilling to let himself indulge in beautiful emotions, so he would rather take the risk of entering a magical world that he didn't know before, just to be able to get away from the familiar environment.

But Charles had no way of rejecting Eric's closeness, so he could only try to stay sober while letting himself sink.

Pretending to be unintentional, she put all kinds of unreasonable things in front of Eric, and then waited for the final judgment in confusion and helplessness.

——Charles thought he had forgotten what it felt like to be helpless.

Charles lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the thoughts in his eyes. After a long while, he spoke in a low voice: "Of course I know about that kind of thing."

He suddenly raised his eyes again and broke free from Sebastian's hand: "But this is not a reason for you to act on your own."

"It is also the duty of a qualified deacon to always understand the master's inner thoughts and help the master solve problems."

Sebastian naturally withdrew his hand, still smiling: "But the final result, Master, are you satisfied?"

"..."

"Master Eric doesn't seem to have the reaction you expected."

Sebastian raised his hand and touched his chin: "You are too indecisive on this matter."

"Although it was quite interesting to see you struggling at first, it would lose its fun if you watched it for too long."

"Sebastian!"

The vein on Charles' forehead jumped and he raised his hand and pointed at the door.

"Get out of here!"

......

Draco felt something was wrong.

Something seemed to have happened in this room that he didn't know about.

Feeling Draco's gaze on him again, Charles paused in cutting and looked up at Draco.

"Draco, what do you want?"

"No, it's nothing."

It's just that I've never seen you so relaxed.

Although Ciel's every move was still in accordance with etiquette like the most ancient nobles, and his expression was still cold, Draco could still feel the relaxation and joy from him.

As for the other two people in the restaurant...

Sebastian still had that mask-like smile on his face, and Eric...

Ok?

Why does Eric look so heavy?

Draco blinked, then blinked again.

So...something must have happened that he didn't know about?

Although he was very curious, Draco controlled his curiosity with his keen intuition.

Generally speaking, the atmosphere in Phantomhive Manor is pretty good, but the atmosphere in the manor where Voldemort is temporarily staying has been quite depressing recently.

The Death Eaters coming in and out didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of accidentally angering the Dark Lord who had a bad temper recently.

Suddenly, a sharp and painful scream was heard in the room. The sound gradually became hoarse, then weaker, and finally turned into an indistinct and low moan.

It just makes people feel creepy.

And this has become the norm these days.

Everyone knew that the people being tortured in there were their colleagues. Although intrigue among the nobles was common, seeing such a scene with their own eyes still made them feel chilled.

The tightly closed door was opened again, and the Death Eaters waiting outside shuddered all over, with big drops of cold sweat falling from their heads.

A huge snake thicker than a bowl snaked out from the crack in the door, with a long tongue sticking out of its mouth. Its sinister eyes swept over them, making everyone it was staring at feel a chill running down their spine - they had witnessed the scene of this huge snake devouring corpses more than once.

The Death Eaters coming out of the door looked like they had just died once. The nobles who were usually well-dressed now looked particularly embarrassed, with fear and anxiety that could not be concealed on their faces. They almost crawled out of the hall.

The Death Eaters who saw this scene bent down tremblingly and entered the room in the most humble manner.

"Dear friends," Voldemort sat on the only chair in the middle of the hall and looked down at the Death Eaters who walked in from the door, "I am very disappointed in you."

A dying man was lying on the expensive marble floor, his eyes tightly closed and his body covered in blood. If it weren't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, someone might have thought he was a corpse.

This person's presence is extremely intimidating.

The Death Eaters who heard this shuddered unconsciously.

"I thought you could fulfill my request perfectly, but you let me down."

"Tell me, is my request too difficult for you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several Death Eaters knelt down immediately, "Lord," cold sweat fell to the ground and splashed into a small water drop.

One of them stammered in explanation. "Little Whinging has been surrounded by the Order of the Phoenix. There is no way for our people to get close to it, and Dumbledore..."

"I don't want to hear any excuses," Voldemort cut off the man's words neatly, his voice still unclear: "I have always trusted you very much, but you let me down."

"I am so sorry!"

As soon as the words fell, all the Death Eaters present knelt down in front of Voldemort.

"Although you have disappointed me, the great Dark Lord is willing to give you, my dear friends, a chance to redeem yourself."

Voldemort raised his chin slightly, "You guys should be willing to help me fulfill a small wish, right?"

Looking at the wizard lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, how could the Death Eaters dare to express any objections?

In order to save their own lives, no matter how excessive Voldemort's demands were, they could only agree to them respectfully.

......

The Death Eaters who left the room looked at each other with bitter smiles, and cursed Lucius over and over again in their hearts for running away early.

"This is really..." One of them couldn't help but sigh and immediately received a disapproving look from the other person.

Another person sighed softly: "When will this life of fear and anxiety end?"

Voldemort would never allow them to betray him.

Just that ugly brand on their arm can affect their lives.

They don't have Malfoy's ability to get in touch with Grindelwald, and without anyone to protect them, even if they are aware of Voldemort's madness, they know that following Voldemort will probably not end well, and it is impossible for them to betray Voldemort regardless of the safety of the entire family.

"Can anyone contact Malfoy?" someone in the crowd whispered.

If they can contact Mr. Grindelwald through Malfoy, maybe they can also escape from Voldemort's control?

It's a pity that Malfoy is as slippery as a loach, especially after he closed Malfoy Manor, there was no news at all, as if he was afraid of having anything to do with them...

But this is actually not incomprehensible. If it were them, they would do the same. After finally pulling the entire family out of the quagmire, who would be willing to fall into it again?

The Death Eaters fell silent for a moment.

"Instead of thinking about this, you might as well think about how to complete Lord's mission." Another Death Eater poured cold water on them.

That is not an easy task to accomplish.

If they fail again this time, they may not have another chance to "redeem themselves".