The Charles Becomes a Wizard

Malfoy Manor, Charms practice room.

"Raise your hands, and be gentler on your wrists!"

"The pronunciation should be clear, and the ending sound should be upturned."

"No, the target is here, I have it fixed."

"Too slow, fight back with a spell, raise your wand!"

"..."

"Okay, let's stop here for today."

It was not until he heard these words that Charles fell to the ground as if he had lost all his strength. His mind was blank and there seemed to be something buzzing in his ears. His hair wet with sweat stuck to his face. His big eyes were empty, his soft lips had lost their color, and his thin chest was heaving violently.

He looked extremely embarrassed, but Lucius looked at the boy with a hint of admiration.

Helping Ciel to adapt to the battles and life in the wizarding world as quickly as possible was also part of the deal he made with Vincent. Of course, he had no intention of letting Ciel enter Malfoy Manor at first. Although there were practice rooms here that were relatively safe for young wizards and would not be tracked by the Ministry of Magic, a Muggle entering Malfoy Manor? The idea was simply too ridiculous.

After arranging Ciel to live in an empty annex and sending a house-elf to take care of him, he had no intention of taking care of him anymore. He had so many things to do and it was impossible for him to take care of him personally. As long as the boy's safety and health were guaranteed, the Muggle nobleman would not say much.

But Charles was not the type to be obedient and in the first few days he read quietly in the library, even forgetting to eat and sleep. But not long after, a small fire broke out in the annex, forcing Lucius to rush to see him overnight.

Although the news from the house elves was that the boy had "accidentally" set fire to a guest room while practicing magic, look at the place he chose! A guest room far away from the library and the training room, obviously forcing Lucius to come forward!

When Lucius arrived, the fire had been put out by the house-elves. The thin boy was curled up on the sofa in the living room, wrapped in a large blanket, pointing at the wizard chess set on the coffee table and politely extending an invitation. He looked so relaxed as if he was the owner of the house.

Lucius almost couldn't maintain his composure!

That night, Lucius lost miserably. The endless tricks and effortless layout ability on the chessboard made him take the harmless-looking boy seriously for the first time.

Lucius had to admit that for a moment he did want to kill the boy. He had the ability to see through people's hearts. If he was allowed to grow up, it would be very dangerous. Even if the Malfoys and the Phantomhive family had a written agreement, there was no guarantee that the two families would not become enemies in the future...

After all, the child was now alone in the wizarding world, and it would be easy for Lucius to fake his death as a minor magical accident.

But after thinking it over again and again, he finally did not take action. Perhaps it was because he was reluctant to give up the huge benefits brought by the Phantomhive family, or perhaps it was because his sixth sense of danger had been screaming wildly since he stepped into the annex.

Lucius was so confused at the boy's request that he signed an equal magic contract with him. The content of the contract was almost exactly the same as the agreement he had signed with Vincent. But it was obvious that the magic contract was more binding on Lucius.

"It's great that you agree to my unreasonable request," the boy with delicate features smiled brightly. He took out a palm-sized object from his arms and threw it on the coffee table. Seeing Lucius's eyes fall on the object, he explained with a smile: "This is a detonator. I put a few small "toys" in the house. If you want to do something to me, "boom" will blow us up with this house."

Lucius' back broke out in a cold sweat. In order to successfully expand the Malfoy family's business in the Muggle world, he had been deliberately collecting information about the Muggle world in recent times. So he knew very well what the boy's so-called "toy" was. He had also seen the image of the explosion and knew how strong the attack power of that thing could be.

You know, for safety reasons, all of the Malfoy family's properties have been cast with magic that prohibits Disapparation. If it were ancestral property, they could still use the power of blood to Disapparate and leave, but the villa they are in now is just to accommodate Charles's casually added properties, and blood magic is of no use at all!

Lucius couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had acted rashly just now...

"Don't be so nervous," the boy tilted his head, with a pure face and a light tone, "I'm timid, this is just a small guarantee for my life safety... Mr. Malfoy shouldn't be so petty as to argue with a child, right?"

"Of course," Lucius gave a fake smile, "Since there is a fire, this house is no longer habitable. Master Phantomhive, I formally invite you to stay at Malfoy Manor for a while."

"It's my honor." The boy in the blanket jumped off the sofa and saluted.

At first, Lucius personally taught Ciel magic training out of the idea of ​​tormenting him, but no matter how outrageous the goal he set, the boy would try his best to meet his requirements. He was stubborn and serious, and had outstanding magical talent. Except for the fact that he used some tricks when signing the magic contract with him, he had always been very well-behaved. Gradually, Lucius let go of his grudge and really cared about him.

"Clean up and get ready for dinner."

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

The robe embroidered with gold thread disappeared at the door. Charles completely relaxed and lay on the ground. He sighed deeply, and his empty eyes fell on the dome that looked particularly delicate under the spell. He tried hard to feel the slow recovery of the almost exhausted magic in his body. After a long while, he got up, cast a cleansing spell on himself with his slightly trembling arms, and tidied his slightly messy clothes in front of the noisy magic mirror. Then he walked towards the restaurant.

He didn't arrive early. The Malfoy family had already sat at the dining table and seemed to be discussing something. They stopped their conversation when they saw him.

"Mrs. Malfoy, good evening, Draco." Charles greeted.

The arrogant mistress glanced at Ciel and uttered a muffled groan in response. Ciel did not take it seriously. The mistress was from Black, and the information he had obtained before showed that she was a paranoid and crazy pure-blood. It was good that she did not cast a curse on him as a punk.

Draco winked at Charles who was sitting opposite him. He still looked down on Muggles, but in his eyes, Charles, who had saved him, was obviously out of the ordinary Muggles. So he was very accepting of the fact that there was a new peer in the family. It was just that this peer preferred to hang out in the library or the training room rather than Quidditch.

Ciel raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, and Draco smiled after getting a satisfactory answer.

"Let's eat." Lucius, who was sitting at the main seat, saw the quarrel between the two and coughed dryly. The next second, a rich dish appeared on the empty plate.

Everyone finished their meal in silence, and as soon as they left the restaurant, Draco couldn't wait to pull Charles to his room.