The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The statistical results were not very optimistic. A total of thirteen daring students from seven grades in four colleges had already started their own "experiments". Fortunately, none of them dared to harm human lives, so no one succeeded in creating a Horcrux.

Although not many people actually took action, there were definitely quite a few people who had this idea in mind. After all, it was immortality! How many people in this world would not be tempted by it?

"Dumbledore, the Horcrux issue can no longer be suppressed. What should we do now?" Fudge's chubby face was covered in sweat. He walked back and forth in the headmaster's office anxiously, waving his thick and short hands and asking loudly.

"Oh, Fudge, don't be nervous. Things are still within our control for the time being." Dumbledore raised his hand and pinched his aching brow.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, the pressure he was under was definitely no less than that of Fudge. In fact, the howling letters he received in the past few days were about to flood his office.

Not to mention the constant attempts by various parties to test the rumor of "immortality"...

Dumbledore was exhausted in just a few days.

From the moment Dumbledore learned the rumor, he knew that he had made a mistake this time. He underestimated the child named Phantomhive.

But he didn't expect that the child was so cruel. It was just a small test, but he was going to drag the entire Hogwarts into the water.

Those were his classmates whom he spent every day with. Didn’t he hesitate when he made this decision?

Ciel's series of actions made Dumbledore's heart sink deeper and deeper. Even his favorite candies in the past now tasted bitter.

This also made him more paranoid and believed that the deep-minded Ciel was more dangerous than Voldemort, and that his previous precautions and tests against him were not wrong.

He is already very old, and the wizarding world can no longer withstand another change. The kind and simple Harry cannot be a match for that child.

He had to deal with it as soon as possible before things got worse.

A cold light flashed in Dumbledore's blue eyes.

Fudge stopped spinning and looked straight at the old headmaster who was sitting behind the desk.

"Is it under control?" He asked anxiously, "Merlin's stinky shoes! Dumbledore, have you found a way to solve this problem?"

"Believe me, as long as we can work together, we can find a suitable solution." Dumbledore's voice carried a reassuring power.

Fudge looked at him steadily for a while, and had to give up the idea of ​​wanting to learn the true origin of the book from Dumbledore.

"Of course, Albus, you know I will never give up the opportunity to work with you." Fudge laughed twice, with a hint of resentment flashing in his narrow eyes.

If this matter had not been too serious and difficult to resolve, why would he have taken the initiative to back down at Dumbledore's suggestion?

What a pity, such a big handle was wasted in vain...

Dumbledore didn't care what Fudge was thinking, as long as the Ministry of Magic was willing to cooperate with his argument.

Dumbledore rubbed his rough fingertips across the blank picture frame that had been replaced on the table.

All for the greatest good.

Gellert, I hope you don't blame me...

......

the next day.

After reading in the Daily Prophet how Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic described the whole thing as a conspiracy by Gellert's witch party against the entire British wizarding world, Ciel said:

Taking advantage of the fact that Gellert could not enter and leave Hogwarts at will, he took out the two-way mirror without hesitation and launched an all-round provocation at the gloomy Gellert, which provoked him so much that he hung up the two-way mirror, and the slightly sarcastic expression on his face fell.

"Master." Sebastian bowed and poured Ciel a cup of tea. "Master Eric will suffer if you do this."

Ciel accidentally betrayed his brother:...

"Sebastian, how many times do you think it will take for Mr. Grindelwald to be completely disappointed in him?" Ciel changed the subject a little abruptly.

Things like feelings can never stand the test of time.

Gellert, who has been a favored child since childhood, probably cannot accept that he will always be the one abandoned in this relationship. The accumulated disappointment will force him to look back on his past feelings and face the fact that that relationship was not as sincere and beautiful as he remembered.

Dumbledore needs to try harder...

After all, only by completely cutting off the possibility of Gellert aiding the enemy can Charles seriously start discussing cooperation with him.

"I believe it won't be long before your wish comes true." Sebastian replied seriously.

"If that's true, that would be great..." Charles let out a light sigh.

"Master, are you in a bad mood?"

"Sebastian, that book has obviously been revised, hasn't it?"

Ciel didn't understand. He had clearly asked Sebastian to mark the possible consequences of making a Horcrux. Why would anyone do this...

After learning that there was no possibility for the girl whose soul was damaged to recover, Charles was silent for a long time.

There is no doubt that if he had not taken this approach against Dumbledore, the girl would not have been hurt...

"The young master has such a kind heart." Sebastian sighed.

"Huh? What stupid thing are you talking about?"

"You are very kind. The girl's fate was not caused by you, but you still feel sad for her suffering." Sebastian interrupted his rebuttal.

"I'm not sad for her." Charles raised his chin calmly. "I'm not kind either."

"I just can't understand why she would make such a life-threatening decision knowing the dangers."

"Weak, stupid, greedy and arrogant, this is human nature."

"Knowing the danger, one still gambles on the tiny possibility for the benefit that is within reach, naively and blindly believing that one will be the lucky one blessed by God..."

"Oh, you really overestimate your own abilities."

The devil dressed in black did not try to hide the sarcasm in his tone.

"You just need to know that this is all her own choice and has nothing to do with you."