The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Draco's father, the man known as the "Platinum Noble" in the wizarding world, came very quickly indeed. He appeared in the hall almost the moment Charles and Draco stepped into the hall.

"Father." Draco called out hesitantly to the man with a cold face, and his little face, which looked a little dirty due to the blood, showed a bit of grievance.

Lucius's fingers gripping the caduceus trembled as he glanced quickly up and down at Draco. After confirming with his naked eyes that the boy was not injured, the man who was almost driven crazy by his son's inexplicable disappearance did not show too much concern for his son at this moment. After a slight nod, he turned his attention to Charles, who was neatly dressed and looked particularly miserable in contrast to Draco, who was only wearing the robe he wore when he disappeared and which was stained with a lot of dust.

Even in the wizarding world, the nobles were very extravagant in private, and Lucius himself was an expert at this. After noticing the tiny wounds on Draco's hands and feet that were obviously left by being tied up with hemp ropes, it was not difficult for him to guess what his son, who was held in the palm of his hand, might have encountered during the time he was missing.

A mere Muggle dared to treat Malfoy as a slave...

Only screams and blood could wash away Malfoy's humiliation and calm his anger. Lucius wanted to cast a dozen curses at him right now.

Don't say that the boy in front of him might be innocent. If you want to blame someone, blame him for being a Muggle. He should feel honored to be pissed off by Malfoy. Besides, only he himself knows why the boy brought Draco back to the mansion. As for being kind? What a joke. Where does a Muggle nobleman who seems to be arrogant from the bottom of his heart get so much extra kindness?

Rather than saying that he was kind, it would be better to say that he didn't take Draco seriously at all. Perhaps in his eyes, Draco was no different from an interesting thing he found on the roadside.

No one can look down on a Malfoy.

Ciel simply ignored Lucius's cold and snake-like gaze, took off his top hat, crossed his legs and sat on the sofa before asking slowly, "Sir, what do you want to do here?"

The tall man in the middle of the hall had long, smooth, shiny platinum hair, fair skin, delicate features, and a hint of weirdness and gloom. He habitually raised his chin slightly, with a sense of oppression that could only be cultivated by being in a high position for a long time. He was wearing a black wizard robe, which was not eye-catching at first glance, but if you look closely, you can find that even the hem of the robe is embroidered with delicate patterns.

This is indeed a nobleman, and a nobleman with great power and great wealth.

"Oh, of course, of course it's something important." Lucius gave Draco a look, and Draco stood behind him obediently. Then Lucius raised the snake staff towards Charles.

"Father!" Draco couldn't help but shout. He knew that his father's snake staff contained a wand that was not registered with the Ministry of Magic.

"He's just a Muggle, Xiaolong." A cold light flashed in the gray eyes, and the man's deep voice was like a gorgeous aria: "A dirty, despicable Muggle. You know, the secrets of wizards cannot be known by them."

Draco opened his mouth, but his long-term education made it impossible for him to refute his father's words.

"Yes, father."

Lucius nodded with satisfaction, but just a second before he cast the spell, a bullet blew past his cheek from the doorway with a loud bang, turning the expensive vase behind him into a pile of worthless debris.

Lucius turned his head sharply and saw two figures appearing at the door. The young man in the lead looked about the same as the boy on the sofa, and the loud noise was obviously coming from the smoking object in the hand of the old man with gray hair and a neat butler's uniform standing behind him.

Is that... a gun? Lucius' pupils suddenly shrank. When he was young, he had seen something called a "gun" by Muggles in his father's study. It was said to be very dangerous and even wizards could not resist it. He still remembered the serious and fearful look on his father's face. However, that heavy and cumbersome thing in his eyes was not as good as his own wand, so he lost interest after playing with it for a few days.

But now, the small object held in the old man's hand turned out to be a gun?

An inexplicable sense of crisis surged in his heart, and Lucius clenched the snake staff in his hand.

"Excuse me, what are you going to do to my child?" The handsome young man smiled, but the aura around him suddenly increased.

"Father." Charles stood up and greeted him, then promptly gave up on the deal he had planned in his mind. If Vincent was to do it himself, he wouldn't have to do this.

Vincent and Lucius, two equally outstanding men, stood opposite each other, and seemed to be evenly matched. The air in the room almost condensed into substance, making it hard to breathe.

"Father," Draco tugged at the hem of Lucius's clothes. "You are injured."

Lucius suddenly realized that his cheek was burning with pain. He touched it with his backhand and found a trace of blood on his fingertips.

At this moment, he heard a light "click" sound. Lucius paid a little attention to look, only to find that the boy, whom he had never taken seriously, also pointed a gun at him.

The current situation was quite unfavorable for Lucius. Even though he had a few magic items for protection, who knew if they would be effective against bullets? Lucius's mind raced, looking for a way to get him and Draco out of trouble safely.

A day ago, he would never have imagined that he would be pushed to this point by the Muggles he always looked down upon.

"It was just a joke." Lucius put down his snake staff and put on a fake smile. Since this Muggle didn't take action when he had the upper hand, he thought he could try to have a conversation.

“Is that so?” Seeing that he was the first to give in, Vincent’s smile deepened. He turned back and pressed the gun in Butler Tanaka’s hand. Then, he “reprimanded” him in a voice that was obviously doting: “Charles, put the gun down quickly. It’s very rude to use that to face a guest.”

Ciel glanced at Draco, who was obviously nervous, and responded, then sheathed the gun with a turn of his wrist.

Draco was relieved. Didn't he know how powerful that thing was? He saw with his own eyes that the boy in front of him killed a person with that thing without blinking an eye!

"I'm sorry, I spoiled my son." Vincent apologized halfheartedly.

"Not at all," Lucius was equally hypocritically polite, "He's outstanding." In fact, these words were not entirely polite. After all, not everyone could withstand his malice without changing their expression.

"Charles, please take this young master to tidy up first," Vincent responded to Lucius' dry praise without any modesty, "After you are done, you can go to the small flower hall for some snacks."

"Mr. Malfoy and I have something else to discuss."