The Charles Becomes a Wizard

At night, Hogwarts, which was bustling during the day, returned to its tranquility.

Under the cold moonlight, a black shadow that could not be captured by the naked eye jumped down from the top of the castle and sneaked into the Slytherin lounge silently.

"Sebastian, you're too slow." Charles was still wearing his daytime clothes, sitting at the desk with his back to the door, flipping through documents. When he heard the noise coming from the door, he said without turning his head.

"Sorry, sir, there was a small accident just now." Sebastian placed the wax-sealed envelope in front of Charles with one hand.

Ciel noticed his unusual behavior and looked up: "Where's your other hand?"

"What are you talking about?" Sebastian took his left hand out from behind his back, holding a sack that was still squirming and had come from nowhere.

It was obvious that there was a living thing in the sack.

"Is it a gift?" Sebastian said in an uncertain tone.

"what?"

Sebastian carried the sack and explained with a smile, "When I passed by the medical wing just now, I heard some noise inside and went in to take a look. This is the trophy I picked up."

"I remember the young master once said that house-elves are very suitable for living in factories."

Hospital wing? I asked you to go to the rooftop to get a letter. How did you pass by the hospital wing?

and......

"When did I..." Charles suddenly remembered that on the first day of school last year, he seemed to have discussed house-elves with Draco in the dormitory.

However, if he remembered correctly, the demon should not have followed him again at that time...

"So, you had already found me by then?" Charles gritted his teeth.

As expected, this guy didn't show up at the first moment because he wanted to see him suffer, right?

Thinking of the feeling of being almost suffocated by the pressure of magic when he first met Voldemort, Ciel picked up the letter opener on the table and threw it at Sebastian.

"Oh, is the young master angry?" Sebastian tilted his head slightly and lightly clamped the knife with two slender fingers.

"What gave you the illusion that I would let a fragile young master face danger alone?"

"If that's the case, you're not qualified to be a butler." Sebastian respectfully placed the letter opener on the table, then raised his hand to touch Charles' face, and his thumb hidden in the white glove gently rubbed his right eye.

"As for the rest, it's just that I want to hear your long-lost little tricks of "acting like a spoiled child".

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"You're going to admit your mistake and refuse to change even if you're beaten to death?" Ciel broke free from Sebastian's grip without much effort.

"Ah, if you think so." Facing Ciel's ridicule, Sebastian accepted it all and agreed quite happily.

"That's enough!" Charles felt that the smile on the devil's face was extremely annoying. He put his hand on his forehead and turned his eyes away: "First, tell me where the things in the bag came from?"

Can you just pick up a house-elf?

Could it be that this demon has kidnapped the house-elves in Hogwarts?

"This is not the house-elf from Hogwarts." Sebastian saw Charles's doubts, opened the seal of the sack and poured out the house-elf in the bag.

"But normally, house-elves won't easily leave the manor where they live." Draco's voice came from the heavy bed curtains.

From the moment Sebastian entered the room, Draco had quite consciously huddled down in his bed.

On the one hand, it was because of Lucius's warning to him, and on the other hand, he really didn't want to hear any more extreme words.

Although the soundproofing effect of the bed curtain is not very good, it is better than nothing...

Ciel noticed that the house-elf, who was curled up on the ground, was trembling visibly more violently after hearing Draco's voice.

"Draco, I think it knows you, do you want to come out and see?"

"Knowing me? How is that possible, our house-elf... Dobby?!"

"Why are you here? Did your father ask you to come?" Draco strode up to the house-elf known as "Dobby".

"Dobby is a bad elf, Dobby is a bad elf!" Dobby screamed and slammed his head hard on the floor.

Its sound is sharp and piercing, making people feel upset.

"Shut up!" Draco yelled at him impatiently, and Dobby instantly quieted down. "Now tell me why you are in Hogwarts."

Dobby kept shaking his head, and turbid tears kept dripping from his eyes as big as tennis balls.

"Dobby is a bad elf. Dobby can't tell the little master. Dobby can't say..."

It was just a few words going back and forth, back and forth, and soon Charles became impatient with her nagging.

"Sebastian, go figure it out."

......

"Draco you..." Ciel raised his hand and patted Draco's shoulder, whose face turned blue because of what Sebastian reported.

"Look at the bright side, we caught it before it caused more damage, right?"

Draco was so angry that his whole body was shaking. Indeed, he had never taken house-elves, such servile creatures, seriously, nor had he ever cared about their thoughts.

But he never expected that a house-elf who was devoted to the savior would appear in their Malfoy Manor!

"How dare you!" Draco kicked Dobby, who was covered in blood. The dying house-elf let out a painful wail.

"Draco." Charles reached out and grabbed the boy who was about to attack. Sebastian had been very harsh when he tortured him just now. Charles was not sure if Draco would be able to survive if he hit him a few more times.

After all, it is a life, and Draco is obviously not able to bear the weight of a life at the moment.

"You should tell Mr. Malfoy about this first," Ciel took the two-sided mirror from Sebastian and handed it to him. "Mr. Malfoy will definitely be able to handle it."

Seeing that Draco was unmoved, Charles added, "Before dealing with it, we should first find out how much impact it has on Mr. Malfoy's plan, right?"