The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The dinner downstairs was lively, but the room upstairs was dead silent, with only the faint sound of music coming into their ears through the crack in the door.

Voldemort, who was obviously at a disadvantage, tried his best to force out a fake smile and stretched out his hand to Ciel: "In the meantime, I want my wand back."

To Voldemort's surprise, the boy did not refuse this request and handed the wand to him quite readily.

After Voldemort took the wand, he looked coldly at Ciel and Sebastian behind him, and turned to leave. Yes, he did not intend to make a so-called "deal" with them now. When the mudblood was alone, he would naturally have a good "talk" with him.

He just couldn't believe that this monster would follow the Mudblood so closely!

However, Voldemort's steps to leave were stopped by Ciel's next words.

"If I'm not mistaken, what Mr. Voldemort wants is inside Hogwarts, right?"

"You have no way of getting into the castle at the moment, right?"

"What do you know?" Voldemort turned his head suddenly, his whole body filled with murderous aura, but he felt a little panicked in his heart.

That's impossible. The place where I hide things will never be discovered by anyone.

"It's just a small guess, Mr. Voldemort, don't be so nervous." Ciel narrowed his eyes and dragged out the ending of his voice, and Voldemort's heart seemed to be hanging in the air.

"But what would happen if Headmaster Dumbledore knew this news?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful demonic pressure rushed towards Ciel, and was once again blocked by Sebastian with ease.

Ciel, who was blocked by Sebastian, poked his head out from behind the devil and smiled sweetly: "If you don't plan to discuss business with me, how about considering the hush money?"

Just kidding, knowing that this guy has no good intentions towards me, of course I have to find a way to make him sign a magic contract with me as soon as possible!

Whether it is coercion or inducement, he should suppress the person first and then do other things, so that he won't have to worry all the time in the future, guarding against this person harming him secretly.

Voldemort was almost amused by Ciel's shameless attitude.

You dare to ask for hush money?!

Voldemort now wanted to raise his wand and give Ciel a dozen Avatars.

But, after all, the situation is stronger than people.

Voldemort gritted his teeth, and under Sebastian's watchful eyes, he reluctantly completed the "deal" he had tried to promote before and signed a magical contract full of details.

Before leaving, Voldemort once again took a serious look at the boy who was so smart and almost a demon.

Compared to when he was trembling under his own demonic pressure, the boy now sitting on the chair is like a pearl with the dust wiped off its surface, more flamboyant and more dazzling.

The man who caused this phenomenon gave Voldemort a strong sense of inhumanity. After being locked by his aura, Voldemort didn't even have the desire to fight against him.

Of course, after weighing the pros and cons, he felt that there was no need to create an unfathomable enemy for himself for no reason, which was also one of the reasons why Voldemort did not issue a duel invitation.

......

People who didn't belong in this room left anyway.

Ciel stood by the bed with his chin slightly raised, allowing the bent demon to take off his shirt.

The flickering fire occasionally made a crackling sound, quiet and peaceful. The white gloves inadvertently rubbed against Ciel's neck, the slightly rough touch, just like every night when he alone supported the name Phantomhive.

This demon actually appeared again.

This thought suddenly popped into Charles' mind.

How could it be possible? Hadn't he already changed the world? The Phantomhive family still existed, without experiencing that nightmarish night, without the small cage and the dirty altar.

How could the devil appear?

Maybe he was dreaming?

Charles stared at the devil's face so close to him. Suddenly he raised his arm, his slender fingertips trembling slightly in the air, and then...

He pinched the demon's face hard.

"Master?" The devil, who was caught off guard and pinched, looked puzzled.

"Does it hurt?" Charles asked.

"......Are you okay?" Sebastian's cheeks turned red. He secretly guessed what the young master was thinking, but his face remained calm. "Master, do you have any instructions?"

"Ahem." The touch from his fingertips was quite real. Realizing his overly childish behavior, Charles coughed dryly and put his arm down awkwardly. "No, nothing."

Ciel's heart, which had been suspended in the air ever since he appeared in this world, finally settled down the moment he realized that demons really existed.

With kind parents and a loving brother, Phantomhive is still one of the most powerful nobles in the world, holding power and being someone everyone wants to cling to...

Obviously, all of these were scenes that he had imagined countless times in his dreams, but Charles had never felt that these scenes were real.

He always couldn't help but wonder if his previous memories were just a nightmare. Now that he had woken up, nothing was left except a broken heart and a dirty soul abandoned by the gods.

His soul seemed to be separated from everyone else, floating in the air and watching them quietly, laughing, scolding, and the body that was left behind would make reasonable responses at the appropriate time.

The shirt he took off was carefully folded and placed on the edge of the bed. A soft nightgown was put on his body, and Charles slowly lowered his eyes.

"Sebastian, tell me what happened."

He should have died on that autumn night, and his soul should have been swallowed by the devil and turned into a sweet dessert.

"It was just a small accident," the devil's fingers straightened Charles' soft hair, "It has been dealt with, please don't take it to heart, young master."

It was just a foolish trick played by a fool who actually tried to replace the soul he raised with his own hands with a fake one...

Although it did cause him some trouble and cost him some effort, he finally found the young master who belonged to him.

"So the previous contract...?" Is it still there?

"Of course it's still there," the demon sighed, and gently pinched the boy's chin with his big hand. He leaned down, and his cold lips touched the boy's eyelids and then left. "After all, our contract is based on your soul."

"Master, are you scared now?" the devil asked with a strange smile. "Or, regret it."

"No regrets, and no fear." Charles said firmly, "This is what we agreed on before."

"I'm just a little curious, why didn't you eat me the first time you found me."

Clearly, I have already taken care of all the things that I promised to do before, right?

Sebastian was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, looking at Charles with a sticky look of desire and indescribable admiration and appreciation: "Sure enough, Master, you are the best!"

Ah, how delicious the young master's soul must be...

Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement!

"So disgusting." Ciel glared at him with disgust and turned to get on the bed. "I don't need to ask why, but you need to tell me in advance if you want to eat me."

If someone disappears without explanation, people will worry.

"Of course, my young master." Sebastian gently lowered the curtains of the four-poster bed for Ciel. When he turned around and was about to leave, a slight call came from the curtains.

"Sebastian."

"I'm here."

"You...don't leave."

"Master?"

"I command you to stay here until I fall asleep."

Sebastian stood at the foot of the bed, looking through the slit in the curtains at the small figure sunk deep into the bunk.

"Yes, my lord."