The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Gellert's words made Voldemort's already strange face even more distorted and hideous. He cast a series of killing curses in the direction of Undertaker without stopping, and occasionally a few "accidentally" flew towards Gellert.

Facing Gellert's dissatisfied look, Voldemort just curled his lips coldly, but still acted without hesitation.

Seeing that Voldemort was about to launch an indiscriminate attack, Sebastian threw the man hanging on his shoulder down and quickly hugged Ciel in his arms.

The killing curse hit the undertaker's body one after another...

According to Voldemort's expectation, the Undertaker who was supposed to go see Merlin immediately was not only still alive and well, he even started laughing again.

“Hahahaha, hahahahaha…”

The three adult wizards present: !!!

"This is impossible!" Voldemort threw out a few more killing curses in disbelief, and then watched helplessly as the spells disappeared silently after touching the clothes on the Undertaker.

"who are you!"

"Hey, who am I?" Undertaker suddenly appeared in front of Voldemort, holding his face with his hands in his sleeves.

"Little wizard, why don't you take a good guess?"

Undertaker's face was so close that Voldemort felt a cold breath coming towards him continuously. Although he was controlling himself with a weak force, he had no way to break free. Even the arm holding the wand became uncontrollable.

Seeing that Voldemort was suppressed by the mysterious Undertaker, Gellert turned to look at the boy who was still sitting on the demon's arms, his eyes filled with undisguised horror: "As far as I know, there is no spell that can resist the Avada Kedavra except sacrificial magic."

"Really?" Ciel really didn't understand this, but that didn't stop him from understanding what Gellert meant. He glanced at Undertaker who was happily teasing Voldemort, and gave a perfunctory explanation.

"Undertaker is different, his is a racial talent."

Lucius Know Nothing Malfoy: What's the difference between your explanation and no explanation? I've never heard of any humanoid race being able to resist the Killing Curse!

Gellert: ...He's not a demon, is he?

Gellert couldn't help but look between Sebastian and Undertaker with a suspicious look.

"It's different." An enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of Gellert's eyes.

"My dear, you are different from the butler."

Like a prey being targeted by a natural enemy in the wild, it seemed that even the blood flow in the body had slowed down due to the cold, and he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

So... did Voldemort feel the same way just now?

Gellert's pupils suddenly contracted, and his upper body leaned back slightly, trying to increase the distance between the two of them.

"Ah, from a standpoint, Undertaker and Sebastian should be considered enemies." Ciel patted Sebastian's shoulder and motioned him to put him down.

"Undertaker, please don't cause trouble to my guests."

"Ah," Undertaker took two steps back and looked at Ciel, "Since the young master said so, I'll take my leave first."

"By the way, if there's anything you want to know..." He raised an index finger to his lips, "Young Master should know where to find me."

"My shop welcomes young master and butler at any time."

......

"Mr. Phantomhive," Voldemort said with a gloomy face and gritted teeth, "I thought you invited us to dinner tonight."

As a result, not only did I not get to eat the food, but I also got furious out of nowhere.

Ciel looked at him in surprise: "I thought I only invited Mr. Grindelwald and Mr. Malfoy tonight."

The two main parties haven't said anything yet. What qualifications do you, an uninvited guest, have to nitpick?

As if Voldemort wasn't angry enough, Sebastian continued to add fuel to the fire: "As for the items you just damaged, I will make a list before you leave."

"Although many of these items are extremely valuable antiques, you are still a guest of the Phantomhive family after all. I will just compensate you at the original price you paid for them."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw that Voldemort's face was once again filled with madness and rage.

His emotions are so unstable that they are totally inconsistent with the behavior of a sane adult.

Voldemort's performance made Gellert more certain of his guess.

"So, you really made a Horcrux?" Gellert's expression turned serious.

"..."

"Don't you know how important the soul is to a wizard?"

Does the importance of the soul need to be explained in detail?

How dare he attack his own soul? And why?

Well, even if Voldemort grew up in the Muggle world and didn't know how much wizards valued the soul, didn't it say that Muggles all believed in God and hoped to go to heaven after death?

According to this statement, Muggles also value souls!

To take a step back, even if Voldemort believed that he could not go to heaven and therefore gave up on himself, didn't he know to hint to his subordinates before he split his soul?

If Gellert remembered correctly, the organization called "Death Eaters" brought together most of the aristocratic forces in the British wizarding world. With so many people, didn't anyone remind him of the importance of the soul?

Taking a step back, even if Voldemort was too defensive and didn't tell anyone about this, didn't anyone under his command notice that something was wrong with him?

Or even if they found out, no one would dare to tell the truth in front of him?

Gellert, who was loved by his men, did not understand and was greatly shocked.

Gellert glanced at the head of the Malfoy family, who was said to be Voldemort's most capable subordinate and whose face was currently blank with shock.

Very good, now it seems that he really didn't tell anyone about making the Horcruxes.