The Charles Becomes a Wizard

After saying this, Ciel ignored Harry, who was obviously still stuck in a rut, and turned around and walked back into the store.

Helping Harry solve his doubts was not what he needed to do. As for whether the savior would do anything extreme because of his own speculation...

That has nothing to do with him.

Ciel walked through the crowd and went straight to Eric. "Did you find anything you like?"

"Of course." Eric said as he put the gold Galleons into the hands of George Weasley who was winking at him. Charles ignored George Weasley's expression and asked casually.

"What did you buy?"

"Well," Eric tilted his head, "it's a secret."

Charles glanced at Eric suspiciously, feeling that the smile on the other's face held some ill intentions.

But there won't be anything wrong with the goods in this store...

"Don't worry, it's just a little trick." Eric put his hands on Charles' shoulders and gently pushed him forward: "It's getting late, we should go back."

Who is it for?

Sebastian?

As for why you don't consider others...

Ciel was certain that Sebastian was currently Eric's most hated creature, bar none.

Charles unconsciously took two steps forward with Eric's strength. His reaction made Charles realize that the other party might have bought something extraordinary.

"Wait..." He turned around and wanted to ask George Weasley who was looking at them with a smile, but was pushed out by Eric.

"Let's go, I'm hungry."

Ciel: ...

Even if you are making excuses, don't be so perfunctory!

Charles looked back at Eric and said helplessly, "Okay, okay, I get it. Can I stop asking?"

Although he didn't know whether Eric's plan would succeed, it would be a happy thing for Ciel to see Sebastian make a fool of himself.

......

............

Of course, all this is based on the premise that you will not be implicated.

Charles sat in Sebastian's arms with a wooden face like a big doll. The tender and delicious beef was carefully cut into small pieces and handed to his mouth with a silver fork.

"Master, eat something." The devil's soft coaxing was heard in his ears, and the hall in front of him was already in a mess.

The tables and chairs with exquisite carvings were shattered into pieces, the luxurious and bright crystal chandelier fell to the ground, and many spider-web-like cracks appeared on the smooth marble floor. There was still a faint smell of blood in the air...

And the culprit behind all this chaos - Sebastian - was feeding him.

This scene cannot be described simply by the word "absurd".

So, why did it become like this?...

Charles rubbed his throbbing temple and ruthlessly pushed aside the demon's head that was almost touching his face.

"Put me down, Sebastian, that's an order."

An intricate and delicate magic circle appeared in Charles' right eye, but the demon holding him not only did not let go of him as Charles had imagined, but instead tightened his arms around his waist again.

"Master, you need to eat something."

The piece of flesh with a faint residual warmth pressed against Charles' lips, causing him to open his eyes wide in disbelief.

how come......

"Sebastian!" Charles frowned and swung the demon's arm away with force. The flying fork fell to the ground with a sharp sound.

He straightened his back, reached out and grabbed the demon's collar, looking down at him. "Do you want to break the contract?"

The demon with dark red eyes looked down at the boy in his arms, a smile of indulgence appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his large palm gently supported his thin back. "How could it be?"

"If you are willing, I am willing to continue playing this game with you."

"Then, I ask you to put me down. This is an order!" Charles stared at Sebastian without blinking, refusing to miss any expression on his face.

Although Charles knew early on that the so-called contract was just a vicious game played by the devil before eating, he had also long thought that the contract might not be a strong constraint on the devil. After all, the so-called contract was just a mark left by the devil to mark and track prey.

However, this was the first time that Sebastian laid this fact nakedly before him without any concealment.

Charles felt as if something had changed without his knowledge, and this change made him a little uneasy.

The hand that was grabbing Sebastian's collar tightened unconsciously, and his long eyelashes trembled constantly, as if showing the anger and panic in his heart.

"Oh? Master, are you acting like a spoiled brat?"

Sebastian took a clean napkin from the side, ignored Ciel's resistance and carefully wiped the oil stains on his red lips, then put one arm around Ciel's legs, let him sit on his arm, and stood up from the only intact chair in the room.

"Are you kidding me?"

"How could that be? I am your most loyal servant. I will always follow you until the last moment."

"Even if I'm torn to pieces, I will never leave your side." The devil dressed in black whispered to the boy who subconsciously hugged his neck tightly. His voice was still gentle and magnetic, and every word sounded like an oath.

But those dark red eyes were filled with an obscure and greedy light.

The kind of unconcealed gaze that almost wanted to swallow him whole.

Just one glance and Charles felt the hairs on his body stand up.

Charles' breathing became heavy, his white teeth bit his lips tightly, and his thin body trembled instinctively.

A mad dog that has torn off the collar around its neck by itself has the potential to bite its owner.

Since he has regarded the little master in his arms as his own property, anyone who tries to take it away or touch it will have to pay the price.

Just like the humans who followed Eric's orders and wanted to take Ciel away from him...

"Put me down!"

Ciel shouted harshly, and he swung his arms hard to slap Sebastian, but his strength was nothing to Sebastian. Even though he used all his strength to slap Sebastian's face, there was not even a red mark left on the demon's face.

"Really? He obviously didn't eat much, but he's still so energetic and acting crazy." Sebastian shook his head gently, holding the boy steadily in his arms, and walked towards the door at a leisurely pace.