The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Young master, do you desire immortality?" The devil lowered his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him who was completely covered by his shadow, and asked again.

The boy was completely defenseless, and his thin frame could be easily broken by just one hand.

Should I eat him right away?

If the young master's shining soul would become mediocre and turbid because of greed...

Sebastian couldn't bear the thought of it.

If it ends up like that, it would be better...

The scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, the tip of the red tongue rubbed against the sharp canine teeth, the fingers at the side moved slightly, and then slowly raised the forearm...

"What nonsense are you talking about." Ciel rolled his eyes at him.

"Huh?" The demon paused.

"Master, don't you want the Philosopher's Stone for immortality?"

"I just want to leave a way out for my father and the others." Charles waved his hand casually.

Not to mention that he himself had no interest in the so-called "immortality". Even if he was interested, he knew very well that the demon in front of him who had chased him across the world would not allow this possibility.

This guy is still waiting for his soul to fill his stomach.

However, although he himself is not interested in immortality, what if his father and others want to try it?

To put it another way, even if they are not interested, there must be someone in the wizarding world who is interested, right? We can use it to negotiate with Malfoy!

Such a good thing is right in front of you, and you have the ability to get it, so are you going to give it up?

Charles would never have such a stupid idea.

The demon lowered his raised arm.

"So, Master, do you want to give orders?"

The pampered young master would definitely not be willing to waste too much time and energy on the levels that Dumbledore used to train the Savior.

"Ah, Sebastian, I order you to get the Philosopher's Stone for me." Charles straightened his back and raised his chin arrogantly.

"Yes, my lord." The black-haired man in black clothes put one hand on his chest and knelt on one knee in front of the boy in a submissive posture. His head was buried very low, and his slightly long hair covered the corners of his upturned lips.

His little master...

Sure enough, every choice he made was beyond his expectations...

It would be fun to keep doing this until he eats me...

"Excuse me," Draco, who had just come out of the bathroom, said timidly, "What are you doing?"

......

Sebastian, who had a clear path ahead of Draco, began to appear in their dormitory openly. With his own efforts, he made Draco realize again and again how spoiled his roommate was.

Shoes aside, he doesn’t even need to change his clothes himself!!!

"Ciel," Draco held the cake fork and secretly glanced at the man who was making Ciel's bed, then leaned over to Ciel's ear and whispered, "Where did you find Sebastian?"

Good ability, good temper, good looks, and good cooking skills. All the snacks they had recently were made by Sebastian himself, and the taste was amazing!

Looking at the elegant Sebastian and then thinking about the sloppy house-elf, the little platinum noble who had always been proud of his superior family background had to admit that he had lost miserably this time.

Another guy who was deceived by the appearance of the devil.

Charles shook his head: "He insisted on sticking to me."

"Is this true?" Draco opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

This is a lie, right? Why can't he pick up something like this?

"Really? You can't chase him away." Charles said this deliberately, knowing that Sebastian must be eavesdropping.

"Yes, from the first moment I saw the young master, I decided that he was my master." The demon who had never known what shame was walked behind Charles and spoke in an extremely enthusiastic tone, as if Charles was his entire faith.

"Yes, is that so?" Draco replied blankly.

The shameless devil easily frightened the inexperienced boy.

When he said, "Not even death can separate me from the young master," Draco could no longer sit still. He gave Ciel a look that said "May the best of luck to you," and then he made up a lame excuse and rushed out of the room without looking back.

This is so scary! Could it be that Ciel has provoked a lunatic? !

"Satisfied?" Charles put down his teacup: "Why did you scare him for no reason?"

"Young Master Malfoy is very well protected by his family." Sebastian said with a smile, restraining his evil taste.

"Okay, now that the person has been scared away, can you take the things out?"

Judging by the time, Sebastian should have obtained the Philosopher's Stone.

This is also the reason why Ciel did not stop Sebastian from talking nonsense just now.

I really don't know how this guy could say such disgusting words...

The legendary Philosopher's Stone doesn't look very impressive - this was Charles' first thought after seeing the Philosopher's Stone.

It was a stone only as big as the palm of a hand, about the same size as an unpolished ruby. Charles held it up to the light and looked at it, but didn't find anything special.

"Are you sure this is the Philosopher's Stone?" Charles couldn't help but ask.

No matter how you look at it, this stone doesn't look like it can be used to make an elixir of life.

"Of course, this is the only miracle," Sebastian said with a smile.

Somehow, the meaningful smile on his face made Charles feel very uncomfortable, and his delicate eyebrows unconsciously wrinkled slightly.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"Perhaps you still remember the law of conservation of matter that I taught you?" Sebastian gently placed his large white-gloved hand on the back of the boy's hand holding the Philosopher's Stone. He looked at the boy with sympathy, "Although on the surface, magic and science are very different, some things are the same."

"Matter does not come into being out of nothing..." Ciel's lips began to tremble slightly, "Only, only..."

Charles has always been smart. When he realized the meaning of the devil's words, his face instantly lost color, his pupils suddenly tightened, and he almost subconsciously wanted to throw the stone in his hand away.

But his hand was gently held, and the sharp edges of the stone surface hurt his palm.

But the devil still refused to let him go. The warm breath was so close, but Charles just felt cold all over.

"Why don't you guess how many lives it takes to make such a small piece of the Philosopher's Stone?"

The worst premonition came true.

Charles' eyes fluttered shut.