The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Selwyn didn't believe it anyway.

After all, even he couldn't do that under such tight defenses. You know, his strength is among the best among the Death Eaters.

"No, I'm just an ordinary butler," Sebastian said in a leisurely tone, "that's all."

Patriarch Parkinson studied the expression on Sebastian's face and found that he had no intention of attacking them. He thought for a moment and put down his wand first: "This..."

"Sebastian Michaelis."

"Mr. Michaelis, we have no intention of fighting with you," Patriarch Platinum paused as he glanced at his colleagues' wands raised in unison. He suddenly realized that the current situation in the room made his words quite unconvincing, so he coughed dryly.

"But perhaps I could know your purpose?"

Sebastian took out a letter from his bosom and said, "I am here to deliver the invitation to you at the order of the young master."

"The Phantomhive family will hold a small banquet in seven days. I hope everyone here can take the time to come."

As soon as Sebastian said this, the eyes of the wizards present were unconsciously glued to the letter, and their burning gazes seemed to want to penetrate the thin envelope to see the contents inside.

At this time when they were almost in despair, this letter was like a life-saving straw.

Sebastian took two steps forward and placed the envelope on the table. He then bowed again to the group of nervous wizards and said, "Then I will leave first."

"Wait a minute." Selwyn called Sebastian and looked him up and down suspiciously. "Are you really just a butler?"

"How do you avoid the magic in the house?"

In fact, what Selwyn really wanted to ask was whether there were many people under the command of the little Muggle wizard who possessed this ability, but the moment he asked that question, he suddenly changed his question for some reason.

"Of course, I am just a deacon. As for how I avoided it..."

Sebastian's mouth curled up slightly: "As the master's butler, how can you not be able to do such a small thing?"

After Sebastian left, the wizards were silent for a long time after reading their own invitation letters.

"What do you think?" Parkinson asked.

Is there any conspiracy?

After the initial excitement wore off, these secretive nobles inevitably became suspicious of Charles' sudden change of attitude.

Accepting their surrender and revealing some secret information to them are two completely different concepts. Judging from the wording of the invitation letter, the little Muggle wizard is very likely to intend to accept their surrender.

Even if accepting their surrender means becoming an enemy of the Dark Lord...

It's not that they underestimated anyone, but Draco Malfoy alone did not have the ability to get a qualified Slytherin who had weighing the pros and cons ingrained in his bones to take the initiative to wade into this muddy water that almost everyone avoided.

Putting aside why the other party suddenly invited them to a banquet, what was more important was that the invitations corresponded to the names of all the people present, not one more, not one less.

It was as if the child had already anticipated that they would want to betray the Dark Lord.

Or maybe the boy had been secretly monitoring their whereabouts...

No matter which possibility it was, it made the adult wizards in the room feel their hair stand on end.

Suddenly I felt like I was on a pirate ship.

The other party may seem to be inviting them, but in fact they are not given the right to refuse.

——They had no way of knowing whether the other party had any concrete evidence in their hands, and the Dark Lord would never allow anyone to have the idea of ​​betrayal. Even if it was just groundless, they would pay the price for it...

"Maybe this is not a bad thing." A low sigh suddenly came from the quiet room.

......

Seven days passed in a flash. No matter what the wizards invited by Charles thought in their hearts, they arrived at the address on the invitation letter on time in neat clothes - a quaint-looking manor.

When the wizards entered the hall, they found that there were many Muggles invited to the banquet.

This discovery made the patriarchs of several pure-blood families frown unconsciously.

But in the end, they didn't say anything. After all, they had expected the current situation to occur.

"You are the guests specially invited by the young master, right?" A man in a robe came forward and spoke to them.

"I am Liu, the insignificant branch manager of a trading company," the man said, raising his hand and touching the head of the girl who was holding his arm, "and this is my sister, Lan Mao."

Parkinson looked at the wizards who could not hide their arrogance and sighed in his heart. He took the initiative to take over the task of talking to Liu, trying to find out from other people what kind of person the "young master" who they had only heard of but never seen was like.

After all, they have been caught by the other party now, so it is always good to know more about him.

But the more he talked about Parkinson, the more frightened he became. This man in front of him, who occasionally said some nonsense, could not be an ordinary person. It was impossible for an ordinary person to be so flawless in the face of his temptations.

"Hahahaha, who knows what that difficult young master is thinking?" Liu said with a smile.

Here he comes! The wizards who had been paying attention to this side consciously or unconsciously were cheered up. This was the first evaluation they heard from this man about the little punk-born wizard.

"But, something interesting is going to happen, that's for sure...right?"

"Hmm?" Parkinson frowned.

"So, what kind of person is the young master you are talking about?" Selwyn suddenly interrupted.

"Ah," the man who called himself "Liu" said, as if he had suddenly realized something. "So this is all you want to know?"

"Since Mr. Selwyn is so curious, why don't you just ask me directly?" A clear voice came from the stairs in the middle of the hall and interrupted Liu's next words.

The guests waiting in the hall looked up and saw two figures, one tall and one short, appearing on the stairs.

The boy who was speaking was not tall compared to his peers, and looked even smaller compared to the butler dressed in black. He held a cane with exquisitely carved patterns in his hand, and his back was straight. Only by maintaining this posture could he maintain the elegance of his traditional dress.

This traditional dress has high requirements on the wearer's demeanor. If it is a little loose, it is likely to make him look like an unkempt guy.

The boy has outstanding looks and delicate features. Judging from his appearance alone, he can even be described as "harmless".

But none of the invited wizards dared to look down on him.

"Look, that petite child is the young master of the Phantomhive family." Liu said to Parkinson.

"Being petite is unnecessary!" Charles glared at Liu angrily, but he quickly put away his true emotions, and after saying a few polite words, he invited the guests into the banquet hall.