The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Time always flies when you're busy. By the time Charles had finally dealt with the mess at hand and turned his attention to Germany, most of the holiday had already passed.

Due to Vincent's special status, as the Queen's most outstanding vicious dog, he has countless enemies, and he will not leave the UK unless necessary. Eric wanted to go to Germany with his brother to meet the so-called "first Dark Lord", but the schedule conflicted with the study tour he and Weston's classmates had agreed on.

Therefore, the only two people who were finally decided to go to Germany were Charles and Sebastian.

The means of transportation is the Phantomhive family's private plane.

Of course, when Lucius first heard that Charles was planning to go to Germany, he suggested that he use the fireplace in Malfoy Manor to reach the Malfoy mansion in Germany directly.

However, Charles rejected this method which sounded simple and quick.

Even if there was the slightest possibility, Ciel didn't want Dumbledore to know in advance that he wanted to contact his friend from his youth.

As far as he knew, the use of the fireplace would be recorded in the Ministry of Magic, which might be more easily overlooked by Dumbledore than using ordinary people's means of transportation.

Actually, this was Charles' first time on a plane.

The intense feeling of weightlessness when the plane took off almost made him scream. He closed his eyes tightly and his face turned pale with fear.

It was not until he heard the devil's chuckle that Charles slowly opened his eyes.

"Sebastian, are you laughing at me?" Charles licked his dry lips, staring at the devil in black, not daring to look out the window at all.

What are you laughing at! What are you laughing at!

Even if, even if he is indeed a little uneasy now, so what?

It will be fine once you get used to it.

Yes, just give him some time to get used to it...

"No, sir, I was just admiring the view outside the window." Sebastian replied with a smile. "It's really very special, would you like to take a look?"

Ciel: !!!

Ciel's pupils trembled, he glared at Sebastian fiercely, gritted his teeth, turned his head and looked out the window.

Isn't it just a view? What's there to be afraid of?

hateful!

...He doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of the devil!

The first thing that came into view was the clean and clear sky and a vast sea of ​​clouds. Charles couldn't help but admire the sight he had never seen before.

Looking down, the houses and buildings below turned into small black dots.

It looked just like the toys he had played with before. Charles thought blankly, and all the fear and anxiety in his heart were thrown out of his mind.

Did he really fly?

His long eyelashes trembled, and Charles couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the window sill. He pressed his face against the glass with his eyes wide open, hoping to see more clearly.

"Master, come and have a cup of tea."

Ciel turned around and was met with the devil's smiling face.

He wanted to say something, opened his mouth, but in the end he just lowered his eyelids.

"Ah, come and have some tea."

As soon as he got off the plane, Charles saw Diedrich waiting not far away.

"Uncle Diedrich." Charles took a few quick steps, bowed, and smiled sweetly. "Thank you for coming to greet us."

This was the first time that Charles saw Diedrich in this world after his rebirth. He was somewhat surprised to find that this serious-looking man was not as bloated and fat as he remembered, and his mental state was obviously better.

"Hmph," Diedrich snorted, raising his hand to press on the top of Charles' head. "Did you have a smooth journey?"

Diedrich is one of the people closest to Vincent, and because of this, he knows very well that the boy in front of him who looks innocent and harmless is not a good person, and his ruthlessness is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Should I say that he is truly the child of that black-hearted guy Vincent?

Diedrich's unexpected action made Charles stunned for a moment, then he raised his head and answered obediently: "Thank you for your concern, the journey was smooth."

"What are the plans next?" Diedrich walked out with Charles and Sebastian. "Do you want to go take care of your own affairs first, or come back with me to settle down?"

"My business is not urgent. I should go visit your family first. After all, we will cause you trouble in the future."

Seeing Charles' polite and considerate manner, Diedrich felt it was a bit irritating for some reason.

Charles's current behavior is exactly the same as Vincent's. Didn't Vincent deceive a large group of people with his gentle and polite disguise?

If he hadn't been so successful in pretending, he wouldn't have...

Thinking of some bad memories, Diedrich waved his hand casually: "Okay, don't say such things anymore."

The car was also arranged early in the morning. After Sebastian put the luggage away, he opened the door for Charles. As soon as Charles got in the car, Diedrich and Sebastian started fighting.

Diedrich was obviously aiming to kill Sebastian, using both gun and dagger, and every attack was aimed at a fatal spot. However, Sebastian focused on defense, constantly trying to increase the distance between them, but occasionally two table knives would fly out of his hands.

Ciel: ...

Ciel: !!!

"Uncle Diedrich, Sebastian!" Charles couldn't help but shout.

The fight did not stop because of Ciel's voice. The two fought extremely focused. No, it should be said that Diedrich fought extremely focused. Sebastian was just teasing him.

The huge gap in strength between the two sides could not be easily made up. Soon, after firing the last bullet in the gun, Diedrich finally stopped first.

"Tsk," he made an impatient click of the tongue, casually put the dagger back into the scabbard behind his waist, looked coldly at Sebastian who was still smiling, said "Take good care of him," and turned to get into a car in front.

He did not give any explanation for his previous sneak attack.

Charles stared at Diedrich's back without saying anything.

"How lucky he is," the demon sitting next to him exclaimed, "Master, many people are worried about you."

"Hmm...ah."

......

In another car. Diedrich leaned back in his chair, threw the gun in his hand on the seat, thought of the man who was so comfortable with his attack, raised his hand and pulled his hair hard, muttered in a low voice: "Really, what kind of person did this kid from Vincent's family provoke?"