Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

After spending so many years in Hogwarts, Ciel naturally knew some secret places. Of course, they were definitely not as hidden and magical as the Room of Requirement, but at least they were not ubiquitous as Dumbledore's portrait.

Ciel was worried about being misunderstood by Dumbledore and becoming the next Dark Lord.

But he found that he had actually made a mistake.

He seems to care too much that this is a real world, and he cares too much about it, so he restrains it.

But there is actually no difference between what is reality and what is a game. No matter where he is, he is him, he is a natural disaster.

He doesn't need to care too much about Dumbledore. Even if he can't use the Obscurial for the time being, the level 40 transformation spell is still enough to make Lao Deng drink a pot.

So why should he be afraid? It's because once he makes a move, the so-called "calm and correct daily life" will be broken.

But, is the calm daily life correct?

It was okay for Hermione to bully him, and he tolerated it, even Pansy Parkinson, Sandra Yaxley, and even Muller Scarlet.

He can bear it.

After all, he doesn't have any ambitions, and he doesn't do it for greater interests. He only has a few small and pure goals that have always been clear.

But Goyle, Crabbe, Felix. .

I hope Dumbledore can forgive the little fight between him and his classmates. After all, he is not a devil, and neither is Dumbledore.

Although his education methods have always been wrong, even when facing young Tom, he always hoped that he could return to the right path.

. . .

"It's here."

Taking Goyle and Crabbe through the two-story corridor, Ciel soon found an abandoned classroom at the end of the corridor.

It's close to the Ravenclaw Observatory. It's not really deserted, but not many people come here, and there's not a single portrait in the corridor.

Ciel drew a mark with his wand on the nearby wall, which was a left-turn arrow.

Metaphorical magic, pointing.

The map has been drawn, turn left, then this is definitely not the destination. Its effect is to prevent others from entering here by mistake.

Ciel, Goyle and Crabbe stood still in the classroom.

With a wave of his hand, the surrounding tables, chairs and benches were pushed to both sides, revealing an open space.

Goyle seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He wanted to run away, but then he thought about it. They were two people. What they were afraid of was that Crabbe was thinking more, he felt. .Well, Ciel's magic seems to be quite powerful.

Turning to the two of them, Ciel let out a sigh of relief.

He felt like there was a fire inside him that needed to be vented.

He stretched out his left hand and clenched it into a fist, then stretched out his right hand and held the wand.

"Fists, or magic."

"You can choose one."

Having said this, even a fool like Goyle knew what Ciel meant. He was obviously dissatisfied. The two chubby guys looked at each other.

"what"

They roared and rushed towards Ciel.

. . .

After about 5 minutes.

"call"

"call" "call"

Ciel was panting heavily. He tried his best to calm down his rapid breathing and remain elegant while wiping the blood from his fists.

In front of his feet, Crabbe and Goyle had collapsed into a puddle of mud. They were moaning and groaning, their faces were covered with tears mixed with blood, and dirty spots mixed with the dust that had been deposited on the ground for an unknown period of time.

"Wooooow..."

"Mom, it hurts"

Goyle cried intermittently, but Crabbe was still strong-willed. Of course, it was possible that Ciel had beaten him into silence.

Ciel is proficient in many fighting skills, but it is still difficult for his 11-year-old body to fight against two chubby little guys of the same age.

The muscles are not fully developed yet, so Ciel doesn't want to waste his time, and he can't use many cruel techniques because he doesn't have any special medicine for beatings.

Sent to Madam Pomfrey, she could see the problem at a glance.

After panting for a long time, Ciel finally took his breath.

He took out his wand.

"Don't cry and whine anywhere."

he growled.

"Pick up your wand and fight like a wizard"

But of course Goyle and Crabbe couldn't pick it up. For an 11-year-old child, a beating was enough to make them obedient, not to mention a bloody beating.

"fast"

Ciel urged.

This made Gore tremble.

The little chubby boy was stupid and really smart. Probably because he didn't want to be beaten again, he actually took out the wand tremblingly.

Even if he actually can't cast a single spell.

"Yes, that's it."

"Like a wizard"

Ciel suddenly waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning flew out along his wand, hitting Goyle's arm.

"what"

There was a smell of some kind of paste, and Gower let out a terrifying scream. The wand fell off instantly. He rolled around on the ground with his arms in his arms, whining and coughing.

"My hand, my hand, woo woo..."

The scream sounded like his arm had been separated from him.

Charles subconsciously looked outside the classroom. He didn't know the spell to silence a large area. This kind of guardian spell seemed simple, but it was actually an advanced spell, on the same level as the safe guard.

He was more worried that Snape was secretly observing.

If Old Deng knew that he was an Obscurus, then Snape must also know that they might allow the Obscurus to study in school, but they would never allow the Obscurus to be bullied. .Regardless.

Everyone knows that the Obscurial is very unstable.

However, when he brought Goyle and Crabbe, Charles did not notice Snape's presence. After all, he had to teach potions to seven years old and was very busy.

There is a high probability that Dumbledore will not come. He should have seen Charles leaving with the two of them through the portrait. He is very aware of the power that Charles showed in Wonderland.

Instead of worrying about Ciel, it's better to worry about Goyle and Crabbe.

Seemingly noticing Ciel's distraction, Crabbe suddenly had a hard look in his eyes. He suddenly grabbed Goyle's dropped wand and pointed it directly at Ciel.

"Uh, front teeth..."

He was stuck for a moment, and then racked his brains to remember a prank spell, which was also the only evil spell he was proficient in.

But what was faster than his reaction was Ciel's counterattack.

"呲"

A red light flashed.

The sharp magic spell flew past Crabbe's neck, directly cutting most of his neck open. Large streams of blood spurted out, and he collapsed weakly on the ground. Almost in the blink of an eye, it began. More air out and less air in.

Goyle's screams stopped and he stared blankly at this scene. Not to mention him, even Ciel was stunned for a moment.

"Damn it."

He said.

. . .

In the fairyland before, Ciel had to face monsters. They were actually easy to understand. Who could be afraid of who was tough? Moreover, he did not have a magic wand at that time, so most of them required skills and extra means to win.

Later, I got the magic wand, and faced the trial of God, a late-stage copy of the free game after the plot was over. The frontal toughness was really a bit tough.

Ciel has never used magic much.

This doesn't mean his magic combat experience is weak.

Although Charles may not even be familiar with magic now, with countless archives, he definitely has more combat experience than any known wizard, not even Harry, Dumbledore or Voldemort, not even Grindelwald. It's no use either.

After all, Ciel has always liked Grindelwald's fighting style.

So just now, when Crabbe raised his wand towards him, Ciel sensed the danger, and almost instantly, the cutting spell flew along Crabbe's head.

If Ciel hadn't reacted at the last moment, Crabbe would have completely lost his temper.

Crabbe can't die here.

There will be some trouble.

Charles calmly took out the white essence that was most suitable for the current situation from the space bag. This was prepared long before school started, after all. .Fighting is inevitable everywhere.

He knelt down and sprinkled the white essence on Crabbe's neck.

The wound began to heal slowly, and Crabbe's breathing gradually recovered, no longer hoarse like a windmill blowing its bellows.

So there is nothing to panic about. Wizards are so magical and have magic potions that can solve most problems.

The white essence has special effects on the separation caused by apparation, and it is also very useful for curing ordinary cuts. However, if it is a curse that does not know the counter-spell, the effect will be very poor, and the wound will almost not heal.

Fortunately, what Ciel used was not a curse.

Crabbe's breathing gradually stabilized, he opened his eyes, his face was extremely pale, he covered his neck, babbling, as if he could no longer speak.

Ciel tilted his head and looked at him for a while, judging that he was just frightened, not that his vocal cords were broken.

Then it's okay.

He then moved on to target Gower.

"Now, pick up your wand, like a..."

Before Charles could finish his words, Goyle rolled his eyes and fainted.