The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Sure, Gellert won't mind if I want to." Charles said calmly. Before the people in the room showed their delight, he continued to ask: "But why should I do this?"

"Why?! To defeat the Dark Lord and win the war, of course!" Alastor Moody shouted.

Ciel leaned back on the sofa. "So what benefits can the Witch Party gain from cooperating with the Order of the Phoenix?"

"This war has nothing to do with them, right? Why should they risk their lives for another country's war?"

Due to some historical reasons, Ciel had never thought of letting the Witch Party cooperate with the Order of the Phoenix from the beginning - after all, they had been loyal to Gellert for so many years, and it would be very frustrating for them to be forced to cooperate with their former enemies.

"Mr. Moody, is he trying to get something for nothing?" The boy's scrutinizing gaze swept around the living room and finally fell on Alastor Moody.

Alastor Moody's eyes widened in anger, and this action made his face look even more hideous. "What can you do?"

"If someone like you who has never experienced war were to actually be on the battlefield, you would probably burst into tears!"

"Alastor!" Dumbledore stopped him.

Ciel pursed his lips and smiled, and the next second there was a small pistol in his hand. With a loud bang, the bullet pierced Alastor Moody's cheek and sank into the center of the wallpapered wall.

The huge noise woke up the portrait of Mrs. Black on the first floor. The sharp female voice once again uttered an unbearable curse. The air was filled with a faint smell of gunpowder, and the atmosphere in the living room became tense in an instant.

"Mr. Phantomhive!" Dumbledore looked at Ciel disapprovingly, and all the magic pressure that suddenly increased on him was pressed on Ciel. "I thought we could become partners."

Charles ignored the vigilant looks around him and slowly loaded the gun in his hand again: "I think the basis of cooperation is based on mutual respect."

"If you, Mr. Dumbledore, are unable to manage your subordinates, then I don't mind helping you a little."

"On this chessboard, disobedient pieces have no need to exist." Ciel raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Alastor Moody's head.

"Oh, Merlin's red-bottomed pointed leather shoes!" Professor McGonagall raised her hand and covered her chest, "Mr. Phantomhive, what do you want to do?"

"I admit that your weapon is very useful, but you don't think you can defeat all of us with it, do you?"

"Well," Charles tilted his head, his hand holding the gun still steady: "Who knows about this kind of thing?"

"Oh, you foolish and reckless brat." Alastor Moody felt the sting on his face, and his anger grew even more intense. He took out his wand and pointed it at Ciel, "How shameless."

"Alastor, what are you doing!" Professor McGonagall quickly stood in front of Ciel and asked sternly.

After all, Ciel was her student. How could she just watch him get hurt?

"Of course, let this arrogant brat learn a lesson!"

"Heh," the protected Charles looked at Professor McGonagall's back and suddenly laughed, "So this is the famous Order of the Phoenix. Mr. Dumbledore, your words seem to have no effect on them at all."

"Can you really achieve your goals with these people?"

"If I cooperate with the Order of the Phoenix, will I be backstabbed one day?"

"I believe them." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "They are all brave and fearless people. They would never do what you said."

Hearing this, the people in the room showed a hint of pride.

"Mr. Phantomhive, your behavior just now was really too much..."

"Mr. Dumbledore." Ciel interrupted him impatiently, "I thought your memory wasn't that bad."

"Here, we are just partners. You and your subordinates have no right to dictate my decisions."

"I hope this is the last time I have to remind you."

Ciel spoke word by word, his aura not inferior to that of Dumbledore.

“Instead of looking for reasons in others, it is better to take care of your own people first and stop treating others as fools.”

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. After saying this, Charles stood up from the sofa and slowly smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes.

"I already know the news I need to know." Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix heard the boy say in a clear voice, "If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"Let's discuss the details of our cooperation next time we meet. Before that, I hope Mr. Dumbledore can take care of his subordinates first."

"You know I have a bad temper."

Sirius looked at Dumbledore hesitantly, unsure of what he should do next. Should he really send the person back just like that?

Sirius knew that this was not the first time Dumbledore had invited him, but it was the first time Sirius had brought the boy to this house.

The next time he said...

It’s really hard not to doubt whether it exists or not!

But Ciel didn't let Sirius feel troubled for long.

He looked at the silent Dumbledore and raised his eyebrows: "Sebastian, come to me."

The next second, a dark figure appeared in front of Charles.

The appearance of this figure caused all the wizards present to raise their wands vigilantly.

"Professor Michaelis! Why are you here!" After seeing the face of the person who came, Professor McGonagall opened her eyes wide in surprise, and everyone in the Order of the Phoenix was talking about it.

"Damn it, has the fidelity spell on this house been broken?"

"That's impossible. The secret keeper this time is Dumbledore!"

"Then how come outsiders come in?"

"this......"

"Professor McGonagall." Sebastian nodded to Professor McGonagall as a greeting, and then explained: "I am here to take you back to school."

Master?

Everyone's attention was once again focused on the harmless-looking boy.

"Mr. Michaelis, can you tell me how you got in?" Dumbledore looked at Sebastian deeply.

The Fidelius Curse cannot be broken so easily.

"Because this is the master's order." Sebastian put one hand on his chest and smiled softly: "As the master's butler, how can you not even do such a small thing?"