The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Charles was just looking at Draco with a smile, as he was showing off his wound with one arm hanging and his chin held high, as if he was showing off his military medal. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a burst of exclamations from behind him.

He turned his head suddenly and saw Dumbledore, with blood on his chest, being carefully placed on the clean long table by Gellert.

"Where's the healer? Come here!" Gellert ordered loudly, "Come and see what's wrong with him!"

A group of healers quickly gathered around and Gellert was pushed outside.

Detection spells of various colors fell on Dumbledore, and the final conclusion made everyone's faces turn very ugly.

"He's been cursed, and the curse is consuming his life. If he was in good health, it would be fine, but given his current condition, I'm afraid he doesn't have much time left."

"how so!"

"It was fine just now!"

"Did the Dark Lord do this?"

"I don't think so..."

"I heard that Mr. Dumbledore and," the speaker glanced at Gellert secretly, "also have a grudge. Could it be that he..."

“That seems possible.”

"If you ask me, that must be the case. The two of them were so close just now. How difficult would it be for him to cast a curse casually?"

"No way? Why do I remember that it was Mr. Dumbledore who took the initiative to go there?"

"I also think that it doesn't seem like revenge, but more like an old friendship."

"..."

The people around were whispering, and the looks they gave Gellert were indescribably strange.

Gellert didn't care what other people thought. He reached out and grabbed a healer by the collar, pressing his wand against his chin.

The overwhelming aura on his body spread out, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Do your best to save him."

Dumbledore actually found this look a little funny.

The therapist often saw such emotionally agitated family members of patients. She reached out to push away Gellert's wand in annoyance, bent down and pulled up Dumbledore's left sleeve.

Everyone could clearly see that the black color, which originally only reached the wrist, was climbing up the arm at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is the effect after being suppressed by the spell." The healer sighed, "This curse is too cruel. It is not so easy to break it."

"So you can lift the curse?" Gellert's frown relaxed a little.

"I'm not completely sure, and...he simply can't wait that long."

"How can this be!"

Even though Gellert's feelings for Dumbledore had faded due to various reasons, he never thought that one day the man to whom he had once given his true heart would die in front of him.

Gellert could not accept this answer. A huge demonic pressure overflowed from his body, almost suffocating the people around him.

Dumbledore, who had finally recovered, sat up from the table and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Gale, don't make it difficult for them."

Gellert looked at him for a moment and whispered, "Al, I hope you survive."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Dumbledore coughed twice, the bright red liquid dyed his white beard red. He wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve without caring, and turned his eyes to the crowd: "The one who attacked me was the kid who shook my hand just now."

"I, ahem, ahem, I suspect he is a Death Eater who took Polyjuice Potion..."

"Be careful, be careful to distinguish..."

After he managed to say this, Dumbledore's body swayed, and Gellert quickly stepped forward to support him.

Dumbledore rested his head gently on Gellert's shoulder, just as he had done so many times during those two crazy months in Godric's Hollow that summer of 1899.

At this moment, he finally threw off all the shackles imposed on him by the secular world, and no longer cared what others would think after his death.

"I, I'm really happy..."

I'm glad that you don't hate me for what happened in the past, and I'm glad that I could be by your side until the last moment of my life.

Dumbledore slowly raised his wrinkled hand and tried to touch Gellert's cheek, but his blue eyes seemed to travel through a distant time.

The young man with brilliant blond hair squatted on the windowsill like a big golden bird, looking somewhat funny.

The boy who heard the voice turned around and looked over. Just a simple glance was enough to make his heart beat wildly.

"You are the Dumbledore that Aunt Bathilda mentioned, right?" The boy narrowed his eyes, jumped off the windowsill and stretched out his hand to him.

In that small room, the two young men held hands tightly together, as if foreshadowing their fates that would be closely entangled in the future.

Dumbledore's hand, which was hanging in the air, fell down weakly, and his blue eyes completely lost their light.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed in disbelief.

Low sobs were soon heard in the castle. Harry gritted his teeth and leaned on Sirius' shoulder, tears falling like beads from a broken string.

Gellert caught Dumbledore's falling hand and slowly lowered his head. His half-long hair obscured the expression on his face, and a drop of water fell on Dumbledore's face.

Gellert sat there quietly, like a petrified statue.

The demonic pressure around him was almost turning into substance, and no one dared to approach him.

Charles sighed softly and tried to get through the crowd to Gellert's side. At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill on his hand, and something cold was wrapped around his wrist.

He felt his wrist being bitten hard by that thing, and the intense pain went all the way along his arm into his heart. Charles suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the clothes on his chest.

It was as if someone was cutting his heart piece by piece with a knife. The unbearable pain quickly spread throughout his body. Countless black spots seemed to appear in front of his eyes. He could even hear the urgent beating of his heart. The sound was deafening, and even a fishy sweetness rose in his throat.

"Ciel!!!" Draco's anxious voice seemed very close yet very far away.

In the last second before falling into darkness, Ciel saw Sebastian's face full of shock and anger.

What...

It turns out that the devil can also make such a realistic expression?

It must be because I'm afraid of being hungry...