The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"You are really sharp, Mr. Liu."

"Huh," Liu laughed softly, "Interesting, really interesting, Butler."

"There are actually people like this in this world."

"My hunch was right. If I interact with the young master more often, I will see some very interesting things..."

"It seems that you have already found out."

"So, I have another question..." Liu reached out and patted Sebastian's shoulder. The mysterious feeling that had just lingered around him suddenly disappeared: "Who are they?"

"It seems like you're just agreeing with me again." Sebastian sighed.

"Eh? Is it a secret that can't be told?"

"Of course not. The reason why the young master invited you here is that he thinks there may be an opportunity for both sides to cooperate in the future." Sebastian glanced in the direction of the wizards, covered his mouth with his left hand, tilted his head and said a few words in Liu's ear.

"Huh?" Liu tilted his head, and a gleam of light flashed in his slightly opened eyes. "Such an interesting world, does it really exist?"

This is such a big surprise...

"If you are willing to believe it, this world is real." After saying this, Sebastian bowed to Liu Qian and turned to entertain other guests.

"Now we can say goodbye to those peaceful and boring days, right?" Liu sighed softly as he watched Sebastian leave.

The blue cat looked up at him and hugged his arms a little tighter.

......

The dinner that day was a great success, but the hunting activity the next day encountered some minor troubles at the beginning.

because,

Wizards don't ride horses...

There are actually quite a few horse-like creatures in the wizarding world, such as Pegasus with wings, or the Thestrals that can only be seen by those who have seen death with their own eyes, but these magical creatures are usually used to pull carts, and wizards will not ride on them.

So it is inevitable that he would feel a little at a loss when facing the horses carefully trained by the Phantomhive family.

These family heads who usually acted high and mighty could feel the Muggles' surprised gazes on them, and could also hear them whispering about something.

After all, horse riding can be said to be an essential skill for gentlemen and ladies in British upper society. Even if they are not proficient in it, they can still have no problem simply getting on a horse, so the wizards naturally showed up.

"Damn it, is this guy playing a trick on us?" The head of the Crabbe family had never made such a fool of himself in front of Muggles before, and his round face turned red.

The others didn't say anything, but it was obvious that they were thinking the same thing in their hearts. Some even started thinking about finding an opportunity to erase these Muggles' memories of this morning.

Just then, the sound of crisp horse hooves came from the side, and Charles drove the horse under him towards them.

"Excuse me, is there something wrong?" the boy sitting on the horse asked condescendingly.

The angry Crabbe wanted to say something, but Parkinson grabbed his arm. He shook his head at Crabbe and turned to look at Charles: "Thank you very much for your invitation today, but we are not good at riding horses."

"Eh?" The boy with short dark blue hair raised his eyebrows, his delicate face showing an insolent arrogance. "Is this the extent of your awareness?"

"If you want to get asylum, this is not the only way."

"At least you should let me see your sincerity in trying to get along with these Muggles whom you despise. Riding a horse may be a good start. Otherwise, it will be very difficult for me to handle it."

“Why would I shelter a group of people who might cause me harm in the future?”

The corners of the boy's mouth rose slightly, but the words that came out of his mouth were as sharp as a knife in the wizards' ears.

"After all, you are not as important to me as the Muggles you are talking about."

The harsh words seemed to tear off the wizards' barely maintained dignity and stomped on it twice.

Before today, none of these wizards would have imagined that they would be compared with the Muggles whom they had always looked down upon, and the most important thing is that they lost!

How could these arrogant and conceited guys tolerate this?

A few guys whose self-esteem was hurt had resentful lights flashing in their eyes, and their hands holding the wands tightened again and again. If they had not managed to retain a bit of rationality, they would probably have cast a dozen evil curses directly on Charles.

Having said what needed to be said, Charles, who had seen everyone's expressions, naturally couldn't keep wasting time here. He gently pulled the reins in his hand and drove the horse under him towards the people who were also riding horses.

The faces of the wizards who were left behind were as pale as palettes.

"...What should we do?" someone asked in a low voice after a long time.

"This is just a show of force." Parkinson sighed softly.

He knew that if they couldn't satisfy the boy today, their plan to seek asylum would be in vain.

"This damn brat." The head of the Crabbe family clenched his fists so hard that they made a creaking sound.

Another person with a cold gleam in his eyes asked, "Will Mr. Grindelwald really listen to the advice of a kid who knows nothing?"

"It's possible that everything we are doing now will be of no use at all."

"Do you have any other ideas?" Selwyn asked.

"Kill him." The man's sinister eyes swept over Charles' back. "If we kill him, no one will know about our affairs."

"But, that butler..."

"The master is dead. Do you really think there is someone in this world who is so loyal as to avenge his dead master?"

The man paused and sneered, "Perhaps we can find a way to mislead the deacon and the adult to kill each other."

"Now is the most appropriate time. The butler will not follow him. After entering the forest, no one can predict what kind of dangers a young wizard who has not yet reached adulthood will encounter."

"Of course, we can't use offensive spells because they might be discovered. However, it shouldn't be difficult to fake the scene as an accident, such as driving away a wild beast and forcing him off a cliff..."

"A Muggle wizard of this age is incapable of mastering magic."

"Nott, you're crazy!" Selwyn had to admit that he was a little moved by Nott's words at first. He was a loyal supporter of the pure-blood theory, and the thought of having to have long-term contact with Muggles in the future made him feel uncomfortable.

But he soon came to his senses.