The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Since Vincent and Eric were still in London and Rachel was away at the dinner party, Charles was the only host at the dinner that day.

"Tom Riddle," Gellert said to the uninvited Dark Lord. "I remember you, a talented and ambitious child."

Lucius, who was sitting on the side, broke out in a cold sweat.

Who doesn't know that the Dark Lord hates it most when someone mentions his mixed-blood ancestry or his poor past? He hates it so much that once he gains power, he changes his name without hesitation...

Thinking that the other party was still in an unstable mood, Lucius instantly became alert in his heart.

Look at the people present here. Behind Ciel Phantomhive stands the unfathomable butler, Gellert Grindelwald, who has nothing to fear...

It seems that he is the only one who can be used as a punching bag.

Lucius smiled bitterly in his heart and suddenly regretted accepting the invitation tonight.

However, Voldemort acted extremely calm, and glanced at Gellert coldly with his bright red eyes: "Mr. Grindelwald, I originally thought that you would never leave Nurmengard.

"To be honest, I'm surprised to see you here. Perhaps your feelings have changed a little bit?" When it comes to stabbing people in the heart, Voldemort is no less capable than him.

In fact, the close relationship between Dumbledore and Gellert was no secret in their generation. However, when Dumbledore was established as a hero who saved the entire wizarding world from Gellert's reign of terror, no one mentioned this matter gradually.

The elders who knew the truth kept silent about it, and the younger generations naturally would not connect two people who seemed to have completely different positions together for no reason, so when Lucius found out about this matter under Charles' suggestion, he was completely upset.

When asked why Ciel felt there was something fishy going on between the two, Lucius received a light-hearted answer: "I just made a reasonable association. Didn't Mr. Malfoy notice that there was a blank photo frame on Professor Dumbledore's desk?"

"Mr. Malfoy, what kind of existence do you think can allow Professor Dumbledore to use this method to detect the life and death of others?"

Thinking of this, Lucius carefully glanced at Gellert, trying to see something from this legendary old man.

"Instead of wasting time worrying about others, you should think about how to restore your face to its original state as soon as possible." Gellert shook the crystal glass in his hand and said slowly.

To be honest, Gellert looked down on Voldemort, who called himself the Dark Lord, and thought he was short-sighted and too ambitious.

When this man went to Nurmengard to "visit" him, Gellert knew that this handsome and hypocritical young man might really be able to accomplish something great, but his so-called career would not last long.

Gellert could feel the magic surging in him and see the thriving ambition in his eyes, but he was too young, too young to realize that some things could not be maintained by magic and ambition alone.

A successful leader cannot only focus on his own status and interests, but also needs to keep the interests of the group in mind. In many cases, personal gains and losses are the least important - as he often said in the past, "Everything is for the greatest good."

A group that controls through power and violence is like a handful of sand in the palm of your hand, which will be blown away by the wind.

The reality was obviously just as Gellert had predicted. This man who refused to accept his past and the Death Eaters he led were like a shooting star across the sky, disappearing in a flash, leaving nothing behind except a series of insults.

However, Gellert originally thought that with Albus's methods, this man whom he regarded as a threat should have been dealt with long ago. He never expected that one day this man would be able to sit at the same dinner table with him.

"Don't worry about my affairs." Voldemort suppressed his anger and smiled maliciously: "And the reason why my face became like this is all thanks to your close friend."

"Ah, sorry, maybe that's not the right way to address you and Mr. Dumbledore now?"

"If you are still closer than brothers, why didn't you go to him as soon as you came out of Nurmengard?"

Voldemort had said so much, even though Gellert had improved his temper over the years, he couldn't stand it anymore.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense, and Lucius couldn't help but worry that these two big shots, whom he didn't dare to provoke, would pull out their wands the next second.

At this moment, Lucius particularly admired Charles who was still eating on the main seat without changing his expression. Although this physique that attracted the Dark Lord was quite confusing, he was really brave!

Your two guests are about to fight!

As the owner, aren't you going to take care of it?

A qualified Malfoy would not easily expose himself to danger.

Lucius was feeling a little uneasy. Just when he was considering whether to find an excuse to leave the table...

"Hehehe," a strange laugh came from the corner of the restaurant. The laugh was so sharp and thin that it made people feel cold on their backs.

The laughter quickly attracted everyone's attention.

“Who’s there!” Voldemort frowned and whispered.

Gellert turned his gaze to Charles, who was still holding a knife and fork in the main seat, but he didn't know what to think. "I thought there were no other guests today."

"Ah..." Charles responded softly, looking at the figure that appeared in the corner of the restaurant with a complicated expression: "Undertaker, why are you here?"

"Hehehe, I'm here to see the Earl." The man was wearing a black robe with his hands tucked into his sleeves. The oddly shaped black hat on his head was pulled down very low. He had long silver hair and his skin was abnormally white, but his semi-long bangs covered his eyes, making it impossible to see his appearance clearly.

"Nice to meet you, young master Ciel." Undertaker ignored the vigilant looks of the three adult wizards, approached Ciel with a smile, put one hand on Ciel's shoulder, stretched out the index finger of his other hand, and pressed the long black nail against the boy's cheek, "Perhaps I should say, long time no see~"

"Little Earl." This address was so weak and feeble that no one could hear it clearly except Charles and a demon with overly sensitive perception.

"Would you like to live in the coffin I made for you?"