The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Mr. Nott?" The boy, who had changed into a clean little dress, smiled at the head of the Parkinson family. His smile was natural and harmless, but the words that came out of his mouth made the wizards' hearts sink even deeper.

"I did encounter them in the forest just now. They suddenly entered the range and I was accidentally injured."

"But don't worry, they are fine. I have arranged for someone to send them back."

Wizards: ...

accidental injury?

Do you believe this?

One or two would be fine, but so many powerful wizards were accidentally injured at the same time...

You might as well just tell us that they were captured by the people who were secretly protecting you!

Should we feel touched when we are fooled by such a perfunctory excuse?

Seeing how calm Charles was now, the wizards knew that the other party had obviously prepared for this assassination. Perhaps this invitation was just a sting operation for them.

If this is really the case, then the boy in front of me is thinking...

The wizards were horrified at the thought and became more cautious in their attitude towards Charles.

"Is that so? That really troubles you." Parkinson said with a smile.

Parkinson actually didn't care much about the fate of those people. After all, they assassinated their master in someone else's territory and were caught red-handed. It was obvious that those people would not be able to leave here intact.

He was just a little worried that Charles would be angry with him because he knew about the matter but did not report it.

"It's obviously their fault, but you're still arranging for someone to send them home..."

"Send them home?" Charles tilted his head, a hint of confusion on his pretty face. "When did I say I sent them home?"

"That......"

Didn’t you just say they sent it back? ! ! !

"I don't know where their mansion is, so..."

The boy, who was leaning back on the chair with his legs crossed, put down the teacup in his hand. He straightened his back, crossed his fingers and placed his hands on his knees. A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I asked my men to send them to Voldemort."

"Boom!" It was like a bolt of lightning exploded in the wizards' minds, turning their faces pale.

"You, you mean..." Beads of cold sweat slid down Parkinson's forehead, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He just stared at Charles with his eyes.

"By now, I think they should have arrived." Ciel raised his eyebrows slightly. "Speaking of which, is it really okay if you don't hurry up and prepare for what's next?"

"Those people are likely to drag you into this for their own protection."

"So, this was a trap from the beginning!" A tall wizard stood up suddenly, his eyes were bloodshot from fear, and he looked at Charles as if he wanted to cut him into pieces. "This is a trap set by you and the Dark Lord!"

The wizards certainly didn't miss the familiar manner in which the boy spoke the Dark Lord's name.

It is natural to make a series of "common sense" speculations and associations in my mind...

The wizards felt despair at the thought that their families were about to be destroyed because of their wrong decisions.

"Okay, I admit that we are still partners for now, but..." Charles glanced at the wizard calmly, "Why should I help him eliminate the traitors among the Death Eaters?"

“Who says partners can’t stab each other in the back?”

Did these wizards think he was too kind?

Wizards: ...

There seems to be nothing wrong with this.

However, is this something that can be said openly?

Ciel rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, supporting his pointed chin with his crossed fingers, his beautiful blue eyes curved into a crescent shape: "I'm just curious, among all of you wizards who have surrendered voluntarily, how many of you would want to kill me."

Although it is normal to want to eliminate unfavorable factors in advance, the boy's carefree attitude, as if he treated this assassination and his own and other people's lives as a game...

It still sends chills down one's spine.

"Ah," the boy's voice echoed in the room, with a faint smile on his face, "Now it's time for you to make your choice."

"Choose me or him? If you don't make a decision quickly, you may not have another chance in the future."

All the wizards present showed bitter smiles on their faces.

This boy named Phantomhive directly overturned the table.

Do they still have a choice now?

The Dark Lord would never allow anyone to betray him. If they return to the Death Eaters now, they will only face death...

Who would want to die when they can live?

The wizards present quickly reached a consensus with Ciel, and then left the manor one after another through Apparition - betraying the Dark Lord was not something that could be done on a whim, they still had a lot of chores to deal with, at the very least they had to protect their families and minimize the losses to the family.

The small hall soon became quiet, leaving only Charles sitting on the chair.

Soon a dark figure appeared behind him.

"Master, the person has been sent over." Sebastian, who once again beat up Voldemort who was angrily cursing at him in front of a group of Death Eaters, reported softly with his hands hanging at his sides pressed against the seams of his trousers.

"Ah..." Ciel responded softly. "After the relevant news comes out, let them find an undertaker to remove the Dark Mark themselves."

As for whether the undertaker will buy into their account, that has nothing to do with Charles. If he can't even do such a small thing, it will be of no use even if he pulls people to his side.

"How cruel, young master! Those wizards regard you as their last straw."

"I'm looking for a partner. People without ability will be eliminated. Isn't that normal?"