The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"But no matter how ferocious it is, you will make it obedient, right?" Charles put down the teacup and looked up at the demon standing upright behind him. "I believe you won't let me down."

Seeing the undisguised gloating in the boy's eyes, Sebastian sighed inwardly: It seems that I really went too far when I was a tutor before and pissed off the young master.

This is eager to take revenge on me...

But he still had a respectful smile on his face: "Of course, as a butler of the Phantomhive family, how could I not be able to do such a small thing?"

"Very good," Charles nodded contentedly after successfully seeing the devil suffer a setback: "But I thought about it, the three-headed dog is indeed too dangerous for ordinary people..."

Before Sebastian could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him continue, "After you finish your training, send you to Malfoy Manor."

Ciel turned to Draco and said, "This is my return gift to you."

Draco:......

Draco doesn't want to give Ciel magic props anymore!

It's obvious that such a creature would not meet the Malfoy family's aesthetic standards! He doesn't want to see a three-headed dog in their elegant and gorgeous manor, okay? !

"Even if you don't want to raise it, you can use it as a magical material," Xia paused and said uncertainly: "There should be some parts of the three-headed dog that can be used as magical materials, right?"

His eyes inadvertently swept across the frozen smile on Sebastian's face, and Draco's eyes rolled around, because Draco, who was confused by the conversation between the two, suddenly understood.

Although I don't know the reason, it's obvious that Charles is deliberately causing trouble.

Draco, who had been accidentally injured many times during Sebastian's "private lessons", decided to unite with his friends and swallowed the refusal that was about to come out of his mouth: "If you insist."

"I insist."

"Then I'll take it." After saying that, Draco poked Ciel secretly and asked in a low voice: "Is Sebastian afraid of dogs?"

The one who answered him was Sebastian, whose smile suddenly became particularly bright: "Master Malfoy has misunderstood me. I am not afraid of dogs, I just hate them very, very much."

Ciel & Draco: He said it twice. Ah, he said it twice.

"Then why are you still here?" Ciel picked up the teacup again. "I hope I don't want Draco to worry about the efficiency of our Phantomhive family."

Facing Sebastian's gaze, Draco shuddered violently. He shrank back towards Charles and laughed dryly: "No, I won't..."

"You see, Master Malfoy didn't think much about it." Sebastian picked up the teapot and refilled Ciel's cup of tea. "As a qualified butler, I should serve you afternoon tea first."

Ciel looked up at him, and the moment their eyes met, Draco, who was watching quietly at the side, could almost hear the "crackling" sound and see the dazzling lightning.

Draco shrank his neck and silently suppressed his presence.

Well, the pattern on the handle of this spoon is really beautiful...

Ciel decided the ownership of the three-headed dog in a nonchalant manner. As for whether the original owner of the dog would go to Dumbledore for trouble because the dog was lost?

What did that have to do with him? He was just a first-year wizard who didn't even dare to go out at night.

......

On the other hand, Harry, encouraged by Charles, became more courageous, and that night he, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger pushed open the wooden door at the end of the corridor on the third floor.

There was a small incident when the three of them were leaving the lounge - Neville Longbottom, having heard the news from somewhere, stood in front of them.

In order to prevent his school from losing further points, the weak-willed boy mustered up the courage to stop them.

However, courage alone was obviously useless, as Hermione Granger knocked the man down with a simple petrification spell.

After narrowly escaping the attack of the three-headed dog, the three people landed on a pile of soft, cold and sticky plants. The most creepy thing was that those plants seemed to have consciousness. Harry moved his arms, and the next second a vine tightly wrapped around him.

Harry: !!!

He began to struggle hard, and vines wrapped around his body one after another, almost strangling him to the point of choking him. Ron Weasley was also in a bad condition, and his mouth was even tightly tied up.

Could he really be strangled to death? This thought suddenly flashed through Harry's mind.

At this moment, Hermione Granger's voice rang in my ears: "I remember, this is a devil's snare, you must relax, otherwise you will die faster."

Not long after she said this, the girl entangled by the vines sank and disappeared in front of Harry and Ron.

"HERMIONE!!!" Harry screamed.

"Don't worry, I'm safe, listen to me, you need to relax yourself now." The girl's calm voice came from under the vines.

Harry calmed down a little, closed his eyes tightly and tried to suppress his desire to struggle, then suddenly he felt his body relax, and when he opened his eyes again he was standing on dry ground.

As for Ron Weasley… he was still struggling.

Or rather, seeing his friend disappear, he struggled even harder.

Hermione reluctantly raised her wand again and rescued him before he was strangled to death by the Devil's Snare.

After a series of tests including the flying key, the giant wizard chess, potions and fire, Harry finally arrived alone at the end of the journey arranged for him by Dumbledore.

However, the person waiting in that room was not the Snape he was "thinking about".

"Professor Quirrell, why are you here?" Harry took a step back carefully, away from the man standing in front of the mirror. "I thought it was..."

After hearing this, the man reflected in the mirror suddenly revealed a weird smile.

......

When Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape broke into the Chamber of Secrets, Harry was the only one left in the room. The old man with white hair and beard cast several spells on the boy who had fainted on the ground and was in a mess. He slowly breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Harry was just exhausted and his body was not seriously injured.

Then he used a levitation spell to make him float beside him.

"Oh, Merlin's dirty beard," Professor McGonagall wiped Harry's face with a handkerchief. "We need to get him to the hospital wing as soon as possible. The boy needs to rest."

"I knew that James and Lily's child would not let me down." Dumbledore stroked his beard happily, completely ignoring the sudden darkening of Snape's face when he heard the name "James".

However, Dumbledore soon stopped laughing.

No, where did such a big Philosopher's Stone go? !

He borrowed that thing!

Where can he find another piece to return to the owner?