The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Is that so? That's such a pity." Sebastian let go of his hand and let the red-haired Grim Reaper's face hit the ground again under the influence of gravity.

Voldemort looked at Sebastian with vigilance, his palm holding the wand unconsciously wet with sweat, his nerves tense, if Sebastian made any unusual movements, he would immediately use Apparition.

The huge gap in strength between the two sides was before him, so he had no intention of counterattacking.

The little thoughts that Voldemort had hidden before seemed ridiculous in the face of absolute strength.

Sebastian bent down and picked up the chainsaw-like Grim Reaper's scythe on the ground, and stepped on Grell Sutcliffe's face.

When Voldemort thought Sebastian was going to kill the man lying on the ground, the chainsaw flew towards him at lightning speed. The sharp blade grazed his cheek and then sank into the wall behind him.

"This is a return gift from before," Sebastian dusted off his hands and said with a smile to Voldemort, who was frozen in place by his murderous aura, "Since you and Mr. Sutcliffe are friends, I would like to trouble you to keep his weapons as well."

Voldemort only felt a slight stinging pain on his face. He touched it with his backhand, and the crimson on his fingertips made his face turn pale and blue, which looked particularly wonderful.

"Sebastian~" The man with a bruised face and nose who was stepped on groaned and reached out to grab Sebastian's trouser leg, "You are too polite, call me Grayer..."

Sebastian remained calm and kicked again. His force was so strong that even the brick floor sank a lot.

So, the world finally became quiet.

"By the way," Sebastian looked at Voldemort again, "Although it may be a bit rude, I still want to confirm that you know his identity, right?"

Greer Sutcliffe's identity?

Of course Voldemort knew.

If he had not seen with his own eyes the red-haired Grim Reaper reaping souls, how could he, who had always been conceited, have noticed that there was something wrong with the Horcrux just because of the words of a seemingly crazy stranger?

From a certain perspective, this Grim Reaper who came up to him out of nowhere did save Voldemort's life.

Thinking of the red-haired Grim Reaper who had expressed regret about his appearance more than once, Voldemort sneered.

The face that despicable Muggle left him was still somewhat useful even though it was half destroyed...

Although he hated the fact that his face was exactly the same as that of the Muggle, Voldemort would never refuse the benefits that he could gain from it...

However, what is more important now is the black-clad butler in front of him who can defeat the Grim Reaper.

what exactly is it?

"Oh? Are you asking me?"

After hearing these words, Voldemort realized that he had actually asked the question in his heart.

Sebastian straightened his collar and said seriously, "I am just an ordinary butler."

Voldemort: ...

Voldemort: Do you dare to look at the Grim Reaper under your feet and say such things again?

Do you think I believe it or not?

Voldemort forced himself to suppress his roar. He exhaled deeply and forced out a stiff and distant smile: "I'm afraid it's not convenient for me to continue entertaining you tonight."

Sebastian glanced at the partially collapsed building behind him, and said nothing more. He simply bowed and said, "Well, I'll take my leave now."

The butler, who was covered in black, disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace except for the messy manor.

Voldemort twitched his lips and used a levitation spell to transfer the red-haired Grim Reaper into the house.

"Ah~ah~" Grell Sutcliffe's face was flushed abnormally. He held his cheeks with both hands, squeezed his legs into an "eight" shape, and twisted his body constantly.

"Sebastian-chan, why are you Sebastian-chan?"

"Death and the devil, destined to be enemies, so much like Romeo and Juliet~~" he exclaimed loudly in an exaggerated aria.

"Wait, you said devil?" Voldemort, who was looking coldly at someone who started to go crazy as soon as he opened his eyes, was keenly aware of this title.

"Yes, that demon who defiles pure souls with his filthy, cold and merciless eyes, and his vile hands and lips~" His face became visibly redder.

Voldemort: ...

"So, demons really exist?" Voldemort tried to ignore the red petals falling behind the red-haired Grim Reaper.

"Ah, humans are unable to resist temptation. When they are in the abyss of despair, as long as a spider thread for escape appears in front of them, they will hold on tightly." Grell Sutcliffe calmed down in a second, and he lazily curled the ends of his hair with his fingers.

"And demons use this characteristic to deceive and play with humans, thus becoming harmful animals that parasitize the world."

"Then he..."

"Well~ But Sebastian is now a house dog with a collar." The red-haired Grim Reaper picked up his scythe and jumped onto the windowsill with light movements, "It's better than a mad dog that picks up random things to eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared by the window.

Voldemort was left standing alone in the drafty house, feeling the baptism of the night wind...

......

"Although I already knew that he existed in this world," Ciel felt a headache after listening to Sebastian's report, thinking of the red-haired Grim Reaper who was inexplicably eager for Sebastian, "I didn't expect him to show up so soon."

That Grim Reaper is sometimes just a little too crazy, and his behavior is totally out of control, which is somewhat of a problem.

"Yes, it has been confirmed that the person who instructed Mr. Voldemort was him."

"So..." Ciel looked Sebastian up and down, who had obviously changed his clothes, "What did he do to you?"

"I just had a long-awaited conversation with Mr. Sutcliffe." Sebastian deliberately emphasized certain pronunciations.

"Sparring, do you need to change clothes?"

"Because there was a little dust on the clothes."

"Oh." Ciel responded meaningfully, looked at Sebastian again and turned to climb onto the bed.

Even though he knew that Ciel did it on purpose, the boy's obviously suspicious look still made Sebastian laugh.