The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the magic pressure from Voldemort rushed towards him. Even though Ciel was blocked in time by Sebastian behind him, his face turned slightly pale and a fishy and sweet taste rose from the depths of his throat.

"What do you know?" Voldemort's face was full of gloom, and he looked at Ciel with a cold gaze.

In fact, Ciel's probing was very careful, but Voldemort was too sensitive.

Noticing the boy's gaze on his face, and thinking about the Ravenclaw crown and the other party's question, Voldemort made a series of inexplicable associations, and finally came to the conclusion that the other party might have realized that something was wrong with his current situation.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Voldemort. After all, splitting the soul is his Achilles' heel. He recognizes that he has made countless enemies in the wizarding world, so it is natural that he does not want more people to discover this.

In fact, if it weren't for Sebastian, whose strength was unknown, Voldemort would be more inclined to kill anyone who might discover his secret instead of simply threatening him.

"Mr. Voldemort, as a guest, you actually attacked the host. It's really rude." Several knives flashing with cold light suddenly appeared between the fingers of his right hand. Sebastian's expression was stern, and the corners of his lips that had been raised fell.

Ah, how dare you hurt the young master in front of him...

Maybe he should teach this guy a lesson.

A second before the knife slipped out of his hand, a slender hand reached out from behind Sebastian and pulled him away neatly.

"Master?" Sebastian tightened the knife in his hand, somewhat puzzled.

"What do I know?" Ciel, whose lips had lost their color, ignored him. The frail boy smiled at Voldemort very beautifully: "You mean, your current strength is not complete, or..."

Ciel dragged out the last word, and deliberately didn't finish his words under Voldemort's murderous gaze.

If it was just a suspicion before, then now Voldemort's expression, like a cat with its tail stepped on, clearly told Ciel that the man in front of him eleven years ago might have really suffered some irreversible damage.

It is also because of this that the man who once stood at the top of the wizarding world and called the wind and rain has disappeared for so many years.

However, could this level of damage really have been caused by Harry, who was still a baby?

It’s not that Ciel looked down on Harry, but no matter how you think about it, when these two men faced off, the loser couldn’t have been the Dark Lord in front of him.

Not to mention a baby, even now he can't face Voldemort's magic pressure...

Thinking of this, Ciel raised his hand and patted Sebastian's arm gently: "Mr. Voldemort is our guest after all. Please make some arrangements so that he can enjoy the hospitality of the Phantomhive family."

Ciel never likes to suffer losses. Voldemort has repeatedly bullied him with magic pressure. Could it be that he really thinks he has no temper?

“Please rest assured, I will treat Mr. Voldemort well.” The demon smiled grimly after receiving the order.

Sebastian slowly walked in front of Voldemort. Behind him there seemed to be a thick black fog that covered the sky and the sun. The overwhelming aura around him made the Dark Lord unable to utter a word.

A kind of fear he had never felt before struck his heart. In front of him, Voldemort seemed to have turned into the ambitious Tom Riddle in the welfare home again.

The spotless leather shoes made crisp sounds on the wooden floor, one after another, and every step seemed to step on Voldemort's heart.

A shrill scream pierced the sky.

In the courtyard, butler Tanaka calmly brewed a cup of green tea for Vincent. Looking at the tea stems standing upright in the cup, he smiled and exclaimed, "Master, look, the tea stems are standing upright. It seems that good things are going to happen."

"Yeah," Vincent said as he sat on the chair and looked up at the rare clear sky, "I hope tomorrow will be a good day as well."

......

We don't know what Sebastian did to Voldemort, but when Voldemort appeared in front of Ciel again, he was no longer the arrogant guy he was before.

Looking calm and dignified, he finally looked a bit like the peerless Dark Lord that Lucius had described.

Charles nodded with satisfaction and took out the two-sided mirror used to communicate with Lucius. Before long, a dashing face appeared in the mirror.

Ever since he reached a cooperation with the Phantomhive family, Lucius has been enjoying great glory in the aristocratic circle of the wizarding world. He has suppressed several families whose strength could barely be compared with the Malfoy family. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the leader.

So, even though Charles interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere between him and a beautiful lady this time, Lucius' attitude was still very good.

The scheming Malfoy could certainly tell which was more important, an unnecessary affair or a partner who could bring him countless gold Galleons.

"Charles, what do you want from me?"

"Well, there is something going on. Someone wants the old diary in your hand."

"What diary?" Lucius didn't react for a moment. How come he didn't know that he had the habit of writing a diary in the past?

"That's right, the one that someone gave you to keep." Charles reminded.

Lucius frowned even more. All the gifts that could be sent to Malfoy Manor were exquisite. Where did this come from...

Lucius's face turned pale and he swallowed: "Ciel, how did you know...?"

This shouldn't be the case. No one else should know about this except him and that person...

"Oh, he told me." Ciel flipped the two-sided mirror in his hand, allowing Voldemort's face, who looked disillusioned with the world, to appear in the mirror.

"Lord!" A terrified cry came from the mirror, followed by a series of knocking sounds, and then the two-way mirror was hung up.

"Tsk, it seems that Mr. Voldemort has considerable prestige among his men." Ciel couldn't help but stab him.