The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"cough."

"Cough cough."

Vincent coughed several times, and the two little heads in the corner did not separate but moved closer. This made Vincent, who had always been the focus of everyone for so many years, feel a little fresh. He never thought that his sense of existence could be so low. And did these two children remember that they were still facing the wall? They even laughed out loud!

"Eric, Charles, it's your turn now."

The gentle voice behind them made the two boys shiver violently. They turned around and walked to the desk obediently.

"Father."

"Father."

Vincent rested his elbows on the desk, put his fingertips together and placed them on his lips, his eyes moving between the two children. "To be honest, I'm very disappointed in you two, especially you, Eric."

"Father!" Eric suddenly raised his head and looked at Vincent in disbelief.

"You should know that the situation is very complicated recently. The enemies of the Phantomhive family are hiding in the dark and watching us eagerly. They are eager to bite off a piece of meat from us, but you still chose to avoid everyone's sight and act alone with Ciel. Do you feel safe in our territory? Do you think it is impossible for them to reach into the house?"

"Father..." Eric's eyes were slightly red, but he tried hard not to cry.

He has always been the pride of his parents, and the word "disappointment" is too heavy for him.

"You are lucky that you were not hurt this time. What if there was an ambush in the woods? Can you guarantee your and Ciel's safety? You can't. You are the heir of Phantomhive and the future head of the family! You should learn to be responsible for your own actions and for the entire family. I don't want something like today to happen again."

"Yes, father." Eric lowered his head in shame, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"And you," Vincent turned his gun around, "Charles, I know this was his idea, but you've been too accommodating to Eric lately. I thought you were sober enough and knew where the bottom line was. Now it seems that I overestimated you."

Of course, Vincent could sense that Charles had a compensatory mentality towards Eric. He originally thought that this was not a bad thing, but now... he had to wait and see.

"I will reflect on it, father." Charles lowered his eyelids.

"Very good," Vincent leaned back in his chair and tapped the table with his fingers. "Now can you tell me what happened in the woods? It's not something that most people can do to escape unscathed when a horse goes crazy."

Charles and Eric looked at each other and their eyes wandered: "..."

"can not say?"

"No, it's just...it's a little strange, and we think father might not believe it." Eric replied quickly.

"Try it?"

"That's right, when the horse was startled, Eric suddenly floated up." Having recovered from his previous shock, Charles acted exceptionally calm. He was used to seeing demons and the god of death, so what if his brother just floated up for a bit?

"What did you say?" Vincent suspected that he might have heard it wrong.

"Eric," Charles pointed at the boy next to him and indicated his approximate height, "He's floating."

Eric nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of sincerity.

Vincent was silent for a while: "So, who can tell me how to do it?"

Speaking of this, the two boys were also confused.

Eric: "My mind went blank when the reins were thrown off. I guess I didn't do anything..."

Ciel: "I just want to catch Eric before he gets hurt."

The two said in unison.

"Charles, how did you do it?" If the two children were not lying, then most likely the problem was his.

"That's it..." Charles stretched out his hand, trying to recall the feeling at that time. Then, under the gaze of the three people, the teacup in front of Vincent actually swayed and floated up. "Like this?"

Vincent was calmly shocked by something that was not in line with scientific common sense. He silently took his favorite teacup from mid-air and put it back on the table. Then he turned to look at his eldest son and said, "Eric, do you want to try it too?"

Then the three of them watched helplessly as the teacup rolled off the table, hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

"..."

The good news is that both sons have special abilities and seem to be able to protect themselves.

Bad news: there are two wizards in the Christian Phantomhive family. If they are discovered, they will probably be sent to the operating table or put in a display cabinet for exhibition.

No matter which result Vincent wanted to see, he was at a loss for a moment and didn't know what to do.

Charles' eyes flashed: "Father, do you remember the thing you asked me to check before?"

Every year in the UK, a small number of school-age children drop out of school. After disappearing for a while, they suddenly pop up again during the school holidays.

Although the whereabouts of the children would not have much impact on the political situation, as the "Queen's loyal dog", Vincent has always been accustomed to getting all potentially useful information in his own hands as early as possible.

"what do you mean?"

"Perhaps, there are more people with these special abilities than just Eric and I?"

After finding the direction, it would be easy to check these things with the ability of the Phantomhive family.

That night, a secret letter sealed with wax was delivered to Vincent through a special channel.

"So, Britain not only has the Ministry of Magic, but also a magic school." Vincent casually threw the unfolded letter on the table and raised his hand to pinch his brow. "What do you two think about this magic school?"

"Dad, didn't you know before?" Eric asked subconsciously.

"Yes."

"Then the Queen..."

Vincent sighed deeply. "I don't know either. I can only try it out during the next audience."

Of course it would be best if he knew, but what if the queen really didn't know that there were wizards in the world? He couldn't push his two sons into the fire.

Charles raised his hand and touched his chest, feeling the long-lost restlessness in his heart, "I want to go."

"What did you say?" Vincent and Eric asked in unison.

Vincent was a little confused when he found out that both children were wizards. He asked the two children what they thought just to calm himself down. After all, they knew nothing about that world at present. The power of Phantomhive could not provide protection for the children. Whether it was the Ministry of Magic or the magic school, it would be too risky to step in rashly.

According to Vincent's opinion, the safety of the two children is the most important thing. In addition, the connections and resources that the Phantomhive family has always built up cannot be completely abandoned, so there is nothing wrong with entering the Welsh Public School at the age of eleven like he did back then...

But who would have thought that Charles' attitude would be so clear, and he seemed a little impatient.

"Eric has always been in charge of socializing, and Wales is not very friendly to those who do not have the right of inheritance. The wizarding world may be dangerous, but opportunities and dangers often coexist. Don't you want to have more ways out?" Ciel tilted his head. "Besides, you know my situation. My life now is really boring for me."

Eric didn't want to be separated from his brother. He hoped to go to the same school as Charles, but Charles didn't seem to like Wales. As the heir, he couldn't be so willful as to let go of the opportunity to win people's hearts. So he didn't say anything but just looked at Vincent, hoping that he could refuse Charles' outrageous request.

But Vincent just remained silent for a while: "Let me think about it."

The light in Vincent's study was on all night, and the next morning, the man of Phantomhive found an excuse to go to see the queen in all his finery. When he came back, the strange events that happened all over the country were compiled into files in various ways, and appeared on his desk like water.

"You mean, the Queen already knew about magic?" Charles flipped through the information in his hand.

"Well," Vincent nodded, "it's just that the department responsible for communicating with the magical world is controlled by the Prime Minister." After all, there are quite a few wizards who reveal their true colors in front of ordinary people. If it weren't for the government's help to cover it up, they would have been exposed long ago.

Vincent said meaningfully: "There should be a balance between bureaucrats and aristocrats."

Ciel paused as he flipped through the information, "I see."

"For young wizards who have never been exposed to magic, the school will arrange a guidance professor before the start of the semester to take you to exchange currency for purchases." Vincent raised his eyebrows in a very ungentlemanly manner, "It is said that it is gold coins. You need to use gold coins to buy wands and wizard robes."

"..."

"Also, Ciel, do you need me to find you a playmate in advance?"

"Playmate?" Eric has become more and more clingy these days, and having him alone is enough for him to bear.

"A little fellow who has never been exposed to the wizarding world, just like you."

"What do you mean?" He didn't think that the guy who made Vincent mention him deliberately was an ordinary person.

"It is said that he can talk to snakes." Vincent thought of the prophecy in the document that seemed so outrageous to him, and put his index finger to his lips. "You have to find out the rest yourself."

Charles happily accepted the little test from his father, but he was a little confused when he found out about the "prophecy".

"Charles - what are you looking at?" Eric came closer and looked at the photo of a boy with messy hair who looked skinny and small. "Who is this?"

"The savior of the wizarding world." The corners of Charles' mouth twitched, and he felt that his precious time had been wasted.

"what?"

"It is said that he is the savior who defeated the great devil and saved the world as soon as he was born."

"Even the savior is in such a miserable state?" Eric took the photo and looked at it carefully. How could this timid guy, who looked like he had never had a full meal, look like a savior?

No, more importantly...

"The magical world seems to be very poor to be able to raise the savior like this. Ciel, do you want to bring more food with you when you go to school?"

"..." Ciel was choked by his brother's slightly bizarre idea. "He was raised by his aunt. According to investigation, he has never come into contact with wizards."

In this situation, Eric could only think of the possibility of "saving his life", which showed that the wizarding world was very dangerous. Suddenly, Eric's desire to not let Ciel leave reached its peak...

But he glanced at his brother Eric who was obviously in high spirits and forced a smile, "How about it, Ciel, do you want to go see him?"

"No hurry, let's talk about it after we get back from London."