The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Gellert paused and did not directly answer Ciel's question.

After all, he was a once powerful Dark Lord. Even though he had been imprisoned in Nurmengard for more than ten years, his mind was still very flexible. He could figure out Charles' purpose with just a little thought.

Even if Gellert himself did not think that the friendship between him and Albus was a stain, he knew very well that those "weak people" protected by Albus would definitely have different opinions. Judging from their current positions, if this matter was exposed, Albus's reputation in the British wizarding world would definitely suffer a huge blow.

"You're planning on doing something to Albus."

When he said this, Gellert was drinking his tea with his eyes lowered, and there seemed to be a faint smile in his deep voice.

But Charles could clearly feel the dangerous aura emanating from him.

"No, that's too harsh. We just think that Headmaster Dumbledore has devoted so many years to the wizarding world and should take a good rest."

Relying on the demon behind him, Charles felt fearless as he knew that Gellert could not suddenly attack and kill him.

"Besides, Professor Dumbledore is not young anymore. Don't you think it's time for him to give the opportunity to the younger ones?"

That sounds nice, but in reality, don't they just think Albus is blocking their way?

Gellert sneered, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be a punk?"

And judging from the boy's fussy behavior, "he should still be a Slytherin."

If he remembered correctly, Slytherin was a rather xenophobic house, and its attitude towards Muggles shouldn't be any better.

But Gellert looked at the boy coldly and he didn't seem like someone who could be manipulated.

So what brought a little Muggle wizard into the fight between wizards?

"You are right, I am indeed a Slytherin student." Charles understood Gellert's question and smiled. "As for why I joined this war..."

Gellert noticed that he had used the word "war" and his breath caught.

"You may not believe it, but at first I just wanted to make a small deal with the Malfoy family on behalf of my family, but I don't know why Professor Dumbledore tried to test me. To be honest, I don't like the feeling of being spied on at any time and anywhere."

Charles put down the teacup in his hand, and the base of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound. He stroked his forehead with one hand, looking a little distressed: "Personally, I still like the life in Hogwarts very much. In order to make the next six years of study more comfortable, I have to prepare in advance..."

"Albus would not attack a helpless hemp-blooded cub for no reason."

Gellert was very sure of this, after all, Albus was obsessed with protecting Muggles.

"Come to think of it, the reason why Professor Dumbledore is on guard against me seems to have something to do with you as well." A faint smile appeared on Charles' lips, and his clear eyes looked straight at the old man who suddenly seemed to be under a petrification spell.

"I heard from the portrait in the headmaster's office that Professor Dumbledore thinks I look a lot like an old friend of his and is worried that I might endanger the safety of the wizarding world."

This was a lie that Charles made up on purpose to test Gellert.

Anyway, it was impossible for Gellert to verify the truth of this sentence himself, and Charles was very curious whether Gellert would be sad because of Dumbledore's defensive attitude?

"I don't think this has anything to do with me." Gellert said with all his might. "Besides, how would I know if you were lying?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore has always been prejudiced against Slytherin. At the end of last semester, he almost forced Slytherin to give up the House Cup to Gryffindor in public. You can find out this simple news by just investigating it casually."

"I came here to establish a cooperative relationship with you. There's no need to lie about something that can be easily exposed."

"But," Ciel tilted his head, his eyes widened in surprise. "Do you know a friend who might pose a threat to the wizarding world?"

No, not anymore.

Born into aristocracy, intelligent, talented, ambitious, and seemingly not weak in magic power... Gellert made a careful comparison and found that the boy in front of him did have similarities with himself.

But if even that slight resemblance was enough to put Albus on his guard...

So what kind of image do I have in Albus' mind?

Did he never let go of his hatred for me? Did he never take to heart all the things I had done over the years to atone for my sins?

Perhaps in Albus's view, he was the only person he needed to be on guard against from beginning to end.

Listening to Charles' words, Gellert felt bitter, as if there was a huge hole in his chest, with cold wind constantly blowing back and forth.

Gellert's heart sank immediately. Even though he knew very well that the boy in front of him was deliberately trying to sow discord between him and Albus, he couldn't completely ignore the matter.

Gellert looked coldly at the cunning and eloquent boy in front of him: "I won't tell you about Abu...about him. But don't worry, I won't get involved in your war in Britain."

"Your goal should have been achieved. Now, please leave."

After saying that, Gellert threw off his robe, which had turned pale from washing, and was about to walk out. His mood was in turmoil, and he was eager to find a place to stay for a while.

"Mr. Grindelwald, please wait a moment. The young master hasn't finished speaking yet." A man in black stood in front of Gellert and smiled politely.

Gellert was so angry that he almost laughed. It seemed that he had acted too approachable just now and was looked down upon by others!

This is Nurmengard! This is his territory!

The wand slipped from his sleeve and was held in his palm. Gellert's evil fire turned into evil curses and rushed towards Sebastian, but the other party dodged it easily.

Gellert became more and more angry and frightened as he fought. The reason was that Sebastian was too fast and the spells he cast could not reach him at all!

The man even had one in his arms!

That’s right, in order to prevent his young master from being accidentally injured, Sebastian grabbed Charles into his arms the moment Gellert lost his temper.

Where can there be a safer place than by your own side?

Gellert had never been humiliated like this before. Even the duel between him and Albus was lost because he deliberately let Albus win!

Gellert was so excited that he used a Fiery Fire Curse. Burning fire snakes all over his body ran around madly, and the luxurious silk fabrics in the room were soon ignited. The load-bearing wall hit by the curse made a dull sound that made one's teeth ache.

Ciel's pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted loudly: "Sebastian, I order you to take us out safely!"

The chest under the palm of my hand trembled slightly, and the devil whispered with a smile in my ear: "Yes, my lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ciel felt the heat in the air that seemed to burn him fade away, and he looked up and met the gaze of Gellert, who was held in Sebastian's other hand.

Before I could say anything, I heard a deafening bang.

That solid and sharp tower, that Nurmengard that had trapped Gellert for more than a decade, completely collapsed under the gaze of the three of them.