The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"That's long-winded," Ciel glanced at Sebastian calmly, "Of course I know about this kind of thing."

He didn't go so far as to blame himself for other people's mistakes, he just felt a little emotional.

Although Dumbledore put the blame for the Horcrux on Mr. Grindelwald, it was not certain how many people would believe him. In addition, there was Lucius, who valued his only son very much and knew the source of the book very well...

I'm afraid Dumbledore won't be able to stay at Hogwarts for much longer.

Ciel turned the ring on his finger and continued, "The Malfoy family will probably start taking action in the next few days. You should cooperate with their actions. Some people who have nothing to do with Hogwarts...it's better not to let them show up at that time."

Dumbledore's reputation in the wizarding world is so high that once he realizes that the school directors want to expel him from Hogwarts, he may be able to find a few respected people to vouch for him...

They have been preparing for such a long time, and Charles doesn't want all his previous efforts to fall through the cracks just because he ignores a small detail when he is just one step away from success.

Moreover, after this incident, Charles felt that Dumbledore's current level of attention to him must be higher than that of Voldemort, who had been missing so far. If he were allowed to continue to serve as the headmaster of Hogwarts, he would probably not be happy with himself and the savior he had carefully cultivated staying in the same school.

Charles is quite satisfied with his current campus life and has no plans to make any changes.

So......

We can only let Mr. Dumbledore inconvenience himself.

After all, he has devoted a lot of effort to the wizarding world over the years, and it is time for him to take a good rest.

What a willful young master...

Sebastian sighed silently in his heart.

Even for himself, it would not be easy to completely block the message sent by Dumbledore and make him isolated and helpless at the board meeting.

However, since the young master has already given the order, how can I, as his personal butler, not be able to do even this kind of thing?

"Yes, my lord." The demon in a black tuxedo placed his right hand on his left chest and bent down gently.

......

After rejecting Draco's invitation to watch him train on the court, Ciel walked to the edge of the Black Lake alone.

A breeze blew, and ripples appeared on the calm lake surface. He stood quietly on the grass, wondering what he was thinking.

"Mr. Phantomhive." An old voice suddenly came from behind.

Charles turned around and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the person coming: "Mr. Dumbledore, what can I do for you?"

"I think we need to talk." The old man with white hair and beard stood there silently, his eyes hidden behind the half-moon glasses looking straight at him.

"I'm sorry, I don't think so." Charles curled the corners of his lips politely, turned around and prepared to leave.

He really had nothing to talk about with this old man who was as cunning as a sieve.

"Mr. Phantomhive was looking in the direction of the medical wing just now, right?"

"If you're worried, why don't you go and see it for yourself?"

Charles paused in his steps and turned back to meet Dumbledore's gaze without avoiding or dodging.

"Hospital wing? Mr. Dumbledore, what are you talking about? I just want to come to the lake to enjoy some fresh air."

"The girl's soul has been damaged in a way that will never heal in her lifetime," Dumbledore said to himself.

"Soul?" Charles frowned. "Are you talking about the rumors? Is there anyone who would actually try something so dangerous?"

"Doesn't Mr. Phantomhive know about this?"

"Mr. Dumbledore, what do you think I should know?" Charles tilted his head, still looking innocent and harmless.

"Is it The Advanced Dark Arts Demystified? Or how to create a Horcrux?"

"Or..." Charles paused deliberately, "Did you prepare that book for me personally?"

The air almost instantly solidified, and Dumbledore and Charles stood facing each other, the wind blowing up the corners of their wide robes.

After a long while, Dumbledore asked in a hoarse voice, "When did you know about this?"

"Of course, from the first time I saw the book." Charles answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Under your nose, you are willing to hire a idiot to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and a book that records such advanced dark magic actually appeared. No matter how you think about it, it's too strange, isn't it?"

"Mr. Phantomhive is indeed very smart." Dumbledore looked at Ciel deeply, his blue eyes could almost see through people's hearts.

"Thank you for the compliment." Charles nodded slightly.

"So, Mr. Phantomhive, did you regret your decision after you knew someone was injured?"

"Why should I regret it? No matter how you look at it, it's the fault of the person who brought the book into Hogwarts, right?" Ciel kicked the grass under his feet childishly.

"Ah, you want to ask me why I sent the book back to the restricted section?"

"Because I found the book from the restricted section. It's not mine, so it's normal to return it, right?"

"I am just an ordinary little wizard who has just entered the second grade. Well, in your words, I am still a Muggle. How can I hide a book that records such advanced dark magic?"

"The education I received does not allow me to take things without asking. This is very disrespectful and immoral."

Dumbledore choked on his words, and before he could say anything, he heard Charles continue.

"As for what happened after I returned the book, that has nothing to do with me."

"I am here to study at Hogwarts. As a student, I just need to do my job well. Do you think I am right, Mr. Dumbledore?"

"So, Mr. Phantomhive thinks he has done nothing wrong?" Dumbledore's eyes turned completely cold.

In his opinion, Ciel's previous words were clearly an attempt to shirk responsibility.

If the boy in front of him was as harmless as he appeared, the rumor would not have spread.

"I wonder what Mr. Dumbledore thinks I did wrong?" Under Dumbledore's gaze, Charles gently waved his wand, and a fiery red phoenix appeared at the top of the wand.

"After all, it's all for the greatest good, isn't it?"

The boy's beautiful and clean movements and sigh-like whispers made Dumbledore's pupils tighten suddenly.