The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Chapter 363 Revolving lantern?

(So I decided to divide it into two perspectives. I will start with 384. I won’t be too detailed, otherwise it may overlap with the later extras. However, if this happens, the original end time may be delayed. Please don’t mind.)

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, rolls of things that looked like film in the mouths of Muggles kept pouring out of Sebastian's wounds, hanging in the air and dancing without wind. Looking closely, one could see frames of pictures on the thin strips.

"What...is that?" Professor McGonagall opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"It's memory." Gellert, who had devoted himself to "studying" undertaker for a while, replied in a deep voice. "Or you could call it a revolving lantern."

"Not bad, you know a lot." Ronald Knox, with his hands on the armrests of the lawnmower, blew a long whistle.

"Yes, that's the revolving lantern you humans see before you die." He pointed at himself. "According to the names on the death list, it's our job as the God of Death to review and recreate the memories of the dying."

"Of course, this kind of review is basically just a formality. After all, only humans who can be beneficial to the world can be deleted from the list. But, humans basically don't have that kind of value." He lazily propped up his chin with one hand and said casually.

"We're just taking precautions."

"Wait, if everyone needs to be reviewed, that means there are many gods of death in this world?" someone in the crowd suddenly asked.

"Hey, hey, hey," Ronald Knox raised his eyebrows, "Please spare me. I don't like working overtime. If it's just the few of us, I'll be exhausted to death."

His overly approachable behavior diluted his inhumanity, so someone mustered up the courage to ask.

"But is it okay to tell us these things?"

"It doesn't matter," Ronald Knox waved his hand casually, "You won't remember anything after today anyway."

Wizards: ...

Should I thank you for your sincerity?

But I always feel like something is wrong.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, so the wizards turned their attention to the so-called revolving lantern. If it was a memory of the past, they might be able to learn some information about Professor Michaelis from it.

Even if they really forget everything in a while, it doesn't stop them from satisfying their curiosity first.

Ah, he called out, shouting curse words in anger and sadness, confusion and despair.

[The pitch-black hand grasped the thin and dirty little hand that stretched out from the void. The skinny child stretched his arm out from the gap in the cage with all his strength. The solid railings left two red marks on his cheeks.]

What caught everyone's eye was scarlet blood all over the ground and corpses lying everywhere. The delicate face of the boy trapped in the cage suddenly caught everyone's eyes.

"That person is... Phantomhive?"

"It looks so pitiful..."

"How did he become like this?"

"Was he kidnapped?"

"So, it was Professor Michaelis who saved him?"

"But if that's the case, then Professor Michaelis should be his savior, right? Why would he call him Master?"

The young animals, who were not well-versed in the world, spoke in low voices, while the older wizards knew very well what would happen to such a fragile and defenseless child if he met someone with evil intentions.

[A finger with sharp nails wiped away the tears from the boy's right eye. The next second, bright red blood fell from his eye. A complex magic appeared in the boy's eyes, but Ciel, who had experienced it firsthand, did not even frown.]

[“What’s your name?” A strange and desolate voice sounded in the darkness.

"Ciel, Ciel Phantomhive. The heir of the Phantomhive family." The disheveled boy spoke word by word. 】

[“Really? Then I have to behave like a servant of the Earl’s family.” Just as he finished speaking, a man in a tuxedo walked out of the darkness. His clean leather shoes made a light sound as they stepped on the bloodstained marble floor. The man with outstanding looks bowed respectfully to the skinny little child.

"Please tell me your wish, my young master."】

This is......

Gellert's fingers clenched into fists unconsciously at his sides.

Before deciding to take Ciel as his apprentice, he did a thorough investigation, and he had no memory of such a thing happening...

The secret that Charles had been hiding was slowly being revealed in front of him, but it made him feel irritated.

[That day, he made three wishes to me.

I must protect him and never betray him until he completes his revenge.

Obey his orders absolutely.

And...never lie to him. 】

[“Someone wants to destroy the Phantomhive family.” The boy standing on the hillside watched the villa that had trapped him for a long time burst into flames. He tightly grasped the blood-stained gem ring in his hand and said in an extremely firm tone. “The previous generation lost the duel, and I, the head of the Phantomhive family, will make those people pay the price.”]

The skinny little child's body was covered with tiny scars, and there was still dried blood in the fundus of his right eye, but his persistent and proud attitude was unmatched by many adults.

Many witches had tears in their eyes when they saw this scene.

[Even if this is a long-cherished wish that a human child would spend his entire life to fulfill, to me it is just a game to kill time. As long as it can fill my stomach in the end, it is not a big deal.]

"Fill your stomach...?"

The word frightened the wizards.

Seeing this, many people have realized that Sebastian’s appearance may not be a good thing for Ciel himself.

"No, no way..."

"So in the end Phantomhive will be eaten?" someone shouted in disbelief.

"In that case, why did he sign any contract?"

"But if he doesn't do this, there's no way he can leave alive, right?"

"..."

Yeah, the boy had no choice.

The wizards felt heavy-hearted.

"Hasn't anyone from the Phantomhive family gone to look for him?"

"Don't be silly, you should have heard it too, he said the previous generation lost, it's very likely that his family is no longer around..."