The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The boy, whose baby fat had not yet completely disappeared, had slightly puffed cheeks. His head, which was usually held high, was now half lowered, and his angry look made him look a little more childish and cute.

Charles' fingers moved, and before he could react, he felt something warm at his fingertips.

Ciel: ...

Draco, with a slightly sunken cheek: ...

The two boys looked at each other.

"Ciel?"

Why poke him in the face?

He also wants to know what he is doing!!!

How did it really get posted?!

"Ahem," Charles withdrew his hand with all his might. "There's something on your face."

But Draco probably wouldn't believe this, right?

No matter how you put it, this is already beyond the normal distance between nobles...

Several possible reactions of Draco flashed through Charles' mind. The tips of his ears turned slightly red and he looked away in embarrassment.

"Is that so?" Draco raised his hand and touched the place where Charles had just touched. "Is it still there now?"

Draco, who always acted a little naive in front of people he approved of, believed it.

He actually believed such a poor excuse!!!

Charles didn't know what to say for a moment.

"By the way, Charles, what did you want to tell me just now?" It was Draco who broke the silence again.

"I just want to say that matters concerning Mr. Voldemort need to be kept secret for the time being." Ciel's expression was complicated.

"Of course I know this kind of thing."

Looking at Draco, whose face was full of "How could I not know such a simple thing?", Charles suddenly realized that there was a reason why Lucius refused to tell him some things.

......

"So, why should I go with you?" Charles lay on his back on the bed and casually untied the tie around his neck.

"Can't you just go alone to explore the basilisk's lair?"

Sebastian half-knelt on the ground to take off his boots, and said in a calm tone: "Is this really okay?"

"why not?"

"This is your chess game, and I'm just a chess piece in your hand." Sebastian stood up, took a clean towel from the side and handed it to Charles.

"Are you really ready to let the chess pieces run free on the chessboard?"

"That's true." Charles responded reluctantly and sat up with his hands behind his back.

Judging from the devil's evil taste, if we let him do whatever he wants, there's no telling how much trouble he'll cause.

"But if you stay like this outside the dormitory, people will see you, right?"

"Are you scared, young master?" Sebastian turned his head slightly to avoid the towel thrown at him. "Don't worry, I will always be by your side no matter what form I take."

Hogwarts was exceptionally quiet at night. Most of the candles in the corridor had been extinguished, and it was pitch black everywhere.

Following Sebastian's instructions, Ciel walked to the place most likely to be the entrance to the basilisk's lair and stared at the sign on the door in a daze.

"Why didn't you tell me that the entrance was in the girls' bathroom?" Charles' face flushed and he hesitated to move forward.

"Ah, are you shy, young master?" The crow standing on the boy's shoulder spoke in human language. "It's just an abandoned bathroom, there's no need to be shy."

"This is the most likely place in the entire Hogwarts to be the entrance to the lair. Whether it is the ghost named Myrtle inside or somewhere else, it can match the scene that Mr. Voldemort described before."

"The longer you stay at the door, the more likely you are to be discovered." The crow shook its feathers lightly. "If someone discovers you, strange rumors will spread, right?"

"You better not be in the wrong place." Ciel gritted his teeth. "Otherwise I will never let you go."

Then, Charles walked into the girls' bathroom with a stern face and just saw Harry's back disappearing from the pipe. With a loud bang, the separated washbasins merged together again.

"It seems that my previous guess was not wrong." A slender figure suddenly appeared behind Charles.

Sebastian walked past Ciel and checked the faucets on the washstand. He found a small snake-shaped mark on one of them. "This should be the mechanism that can open the secret room."

"Then do you know how to open it?" Charles walked over the puddles on the ground and asked Sebastian.

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't know about this." Sebastian looked thoughtfully at the only toilet that kept bubbling water. "But maybe we can ask the native residents here."

With the help of Sebastian's beauty, the two easily asked the dazed Myrtle how to open the Chamber of Secrets.

"Sebastian, come here." Charles consciously took a step back and made room for him.

He didn't understand anything about snake language, so if he wanted to open the secret room, he could only rely on this knowledgeable demon.

Of course, Charles still had some thoughts of wanting to watch the fun in his mind - Myrtle only said that Harry hissed a few times, and the passage was opened, but Myrtle had no idea what Harry meant. Who knew what Salazar Slytherin used as the password?

Even if you know snake language, it's still troublesome to try them one by one.

Of course Sebastian could see through Charles' little thoughts. He pondered for a while, and uttered a few syllables that made people feel cold all over. Then, the entrance to the passage was opened in Charles' shocked eyes.

"What's wrong?" Sebastian asked with a smile, "Why does the young master look so disappointed?"

Charles glared at him, strode to the front of the passage, looked at the sticky passage that was stained with who knows how many things, and fell silent again.

Although Charles is not a germaphobe, the amount of stains is still a bit too much.

"Young Master?" Sebastian also felt a little uncomfortable. It would have been fine if he hadn't seen it, but letting the delicate young master become dirty under his nose was obviously very inconsistent with his aesthetics.

But if we don't go down, the next things won't be able to proceed.

Sebastian thought for a moment, then took off his coat and put it on Ciel's shoulders. The clothes were too big for Ciel and covered his calves.

"Excuse me." He said softly, and without waiting for Charles to reply, he picked him up.

"What are you going to do?" The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Charles subconsciously grab Sebastian's collar.

"I'm sorry, but this is the easiest way to keep you clean and tidy." Sebastian jumped lightly onto the washstand and jumped into the pipe.

"Can you please stop moving?"