The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Very familiar words, and the little spell created by the blond boy that often appeared in his mind over the years...

This dealt a severe blow to Dumbledore's usually very flexible brain. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, but in the end he could only squeeze out one dry sentence.

"What is your relationship with Geller and him?"

How could a child who grew up in the Muggle world use the magic that Gellert created?

Could it be that during all the years he was imprisoned in Nurmengard, he really never gave up his desire for the wizarding world?

If this is the case, then this time perhaps Gellert really wants to use this boy named Phantomhive to interfere with what Hogwarts is doing...

Dumbledore's thoughts involuntarily strayed towards conspiracy and intrigue.

"Who are you talking about?"

Charles, completely unaware that he had once again been blamed for Gellert's crime, secretly clicked his tongue. Judging from Dumbledore's reaction, Mr. Grindelwald did not seem to be so impulsive.

Although he felt a little sorry for both of them, Dumbledore was still thinking about him, so it was better not to let Mr. Grindelwald know about this.

After all, the two sides have different positions, and judging from Mr. Grindelwald's previous situation and the attitude of his subordinates when talking about Dumbledore, even if he knew about it, the two of them would not be able to get along. There is really no need to create complications and disrupt his own plans.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, the name that made his heart tremble kept turning around in his lips, but he could not call it out openly.

It seemed that as long as he called out that name, he would have to face the reality that he and that person were once again on opposite sides of the other side.

"It's getting late. If Mr. Dumbledore has nothing else to do, I will leave first."

Dumbledore didn't say anything, and Charles didn't want to waste time with him here.

He nodded casually at the principal, who seemed to have become older in an instant, and turned to leave.

This time, Dumbledore did not stop him.

......

Then, Charles had a rare period of unusually peaceful days.

In order to get more points for Gryffindor, the little lions almost completely ignored their pranks. The savior and his little follower, who had been tortured by reality, became well-behaved, and Dumbledore seemed to have completely disappeared from the school.

Before, the little animals could occasionally see this kind principal on campus, but now they can’t find him at all even if they look for him deliberately.

"It's the calm before the storm." Charles sighed softly.

"What did you say?" Draco, who was sitting next to him, didn't hear clearly.

"No, it's no big deal," Ciel smiled at him, "It's your first time on stage today, are you nervous?"

"How is that possible!" Draco raised his chin high, "How could I be nervous about such a small thing?"

Glancing at the platinum noble's hands that subconsciously clenched the corners of his robe, Charles did not expose his disguise.

"Then do your best in today's game."

"Of course, I will definitely beat that scarred guy!" Draco said, then he held his head high and went to meet up with his teammates with his broom.

"Ciel, what are you laughing at?" Zabini leaned forward.

"Hmm?" Charles looked around and whispered, "Don't you think Draco is cute sometimes?"

Zabini: ???

Do you want to see what you are talking about!

cute?

That arrogant and sinister Draco?

How did this word come to be associated with him?

Is there something wrong with your eyes?

"It's just..." Seeing Zabini's expression of having seen a ghost, Ciel thought about how to describe his feeling, "He's like a little peacock who likes to spread his tail everywhere, pretending to be calm. It feels like... he's easy to bully."

Zabini forced a stiff smile, "No, I don't feel that way."

Easy to bully? Zabini even began to doubt whether Ciel and the Draco he knew were the same person.

"Is that so?"

She clearly looked like an easy target to bully, was it just his illusion?

Ciel touched his chin, then suddenly paused.

He remembered that he didn't have this kind of bad taste before...

Damn it! He must have been influenced by that demon!

Draco, who was full of confidence before the game, was carried to the medical wing after the game, holding his bruised arm. The entire medical wing was filled with his heart-wrenching wails.

Harry, who was more seriously injured and even had all the bones in his arm removed by a series of operations by Gilderoy Lockhart, seemed very quiet in comparison.

"Mr. Malfoy, your wound has healed. Please leave the medical wing now." Madam Pomfrey said as she handed Harry a bottle of potion.