Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

Ciel sold a lot of mithril swords and also bought Mr. Rabbit's pocket watch. Although the latter is a specialty found only in Wonderland, the drop rate in Wonderland is extremely high.

There are also a lot of useless starter sets in his bag, but this kind of equipment is not easy to sell.

Alchemy is not something you can just buy an alchemy product and dismantle it and then directly imitate it, otherwise there would be no such thing as a signature work.

Therefore, although the enchantments on the novice suit are very valuable, they are of no significance to the boss Laken. They are not as good as the Mithril Long Sword, which can at least extract rare alchemical materials.

Even Mr. Rabbit's pocket watch was because it involved the concept of time and was a rare fairyland product, which made Laken take it with interest.

The really valuable part still falls on the mithril sword.

But I don’t know if he sold too many long swords. Anyway, when he finally left this weird alchemy store, the boss Laken and the house elf pocket watch, one big and one small, looked at him with very complicated eyes, as if they were looking at someone. kind of residue product.

They must have thought that they had taken out their ancestor's mithril sword and sold it.

Well, it must be for this reason.

. . .

Returning along the original route, Ciel soon passed by the alchemy shop where the invisibility cloak was floating in the window. Seeing Ciel's return, the cloak also greeted him energetically, looking very expectant. .

Ciel opened the door and walked in.

"Knock knock

He walked over to the counter and tapped the tabletop.

"Wrap up that invisibility cloak in the window for me."

"Ok sir."

The house elf in charge of the sale bowed repeatedly. The invisibility cloak was of high value, but the price was also high, and the market was almost saturated. It was usually difficult to sell one. This was a big business.

Handing over a bag of gold galleons, Ciel looked around.

Hermione's Christmas gift was there, and the rest belonged to everyone else. Charles touched the gold galleons in his pocket, and sure enough, he couldn't do it without money.

Then this stroll lasted all afternoon.

. . .

Evening, Hogwarts.

Apparition is not suitable for long-distance travel. Even for Ciel, traveling across the country is already a very dangerous practice. At the intercontinental level, only wizards of Dumbledore's level can do it.

Huge magic power, amazing talent, and meticulous control are all indispensable, otherwise severe disintegration will inevitably occur.

But on the contrary, the Karma Taj teleportation spell is very suitable for long distance travel, and it can also ignore the anti-Apparition magic of Hogwarts.

The two can just complement each other.

With the help of these two magics, Ciel could easily leave Hogwarts and go about his own business without anyone noticing.

Well, not at all.

Looking at Snape, who was coming towards him fiercely at the other end of the corridor, Charles sighed. He didn't know who the old bat was showing off with such a strong momentum.

Snape blocked Charles in the corridor.

"Look who's back. It turns out to be the busiest person in Slytherin House, the famous Mr. Diemer."

He looked at Ciel condescendingly, and his cool tone was like the black lake water emerging from the cellar.

Ciel rolled his eyes.

"Say something."

Just as Snape was about to speak, he heard a burst of laughter from the corridor. The two turned their heads and saw a group of third and fourth grade Hufflepuff students.

Under Ciel's dead fish eyes and Snape's murderous gaze, a group of little badgers instantly silenced themselves and passed by quickly, shivering. Ciel even saw a third-grade girl fall down.

The name of the old bat is well deserved.

"Agbara."

Snape spat out four words.

"what"

Ciel asked in surprise.

"You promised me."

After thinking about it, Ciel suddenly laughed.

"Of course I promised you, but what makes you think that if you help me boil a pot of age-enhancing potion, this matter will be over?"

"Also, have you read the book I gave you? Even if you go to Agbala, are you confident that you can defeat Jafar?"

Snape didn't answer, but his aura said it all.

"Do not make jokes."

Ciel laughed.

"If he gets the magic lamp, it will be useless even if Dumbledore goes."

"So, why are we wasting our time here?"

Snape started spraying the cool air again.

"But how do you know he hasn't got the magic lamp now?"

Charles's rhetorical question caused Snape to enter a state of Occlumency, because he was afraid that he would not be able to control his expression and that he wanted to cast a curse on Charles.

He looked at Ciel with blank eyes.

"Relax."

Smiling and patting Snape's arm, Charles pushed him away and walked towards the Slytherin cellar.

"I know that fairy tale world better than you do. What we need to do now is wait, and what you need to do is also wait."

"wait for what."

Snape asked calmly from behind.

"An opportunity."

Ciel said softly.

. . .

"Hey Ciel"

When Ciel returned to the Slytherin common room, Draco was sitting on the sofa chair, his legs resting on the table in front of him in an awkward manner.

Pansy leaned against him limply, curling her short black hair into curls and playing with it boredly.

Sitting across from them were Goyle and Crabbe. These two idiots got a bunch of small cream cakes from nowhere, and ate their mouths full of them.

Next to a few people, Blaise hooked up with a Slytherin girl who was one grade above him. Ciel remembered the name of this girl...what the hell, forget it, I can't remember.

Seeing Charles enter the lounge, Draco immediately jumped up from the sofa chair, causing Pansy to fall directly into the seat where he was sitting directly.

Pansy raised her head angrily, but Charles and Draco were already gone.

Although the affairs of Ciel and Felix were not published in the Daily Prophet and were basically unknown to several other houses, everyone in Slytherin knew about it.

But people are forgetful creatures, and wizards are the same. Three months have passed, and everything has been calm. Coupled with the fact that Charles usually keeps a low profile, he seems to have been forgotten for a while.

But Draco couldn't forget that infinite feeling of falling. Even now when he thinks about it, he still has nightmares.

However, the weight of the swing of the wooden stick is how fragrant the carrots are when gnawed.

At first, Draco naturally tried to avoid Charles, but he couldn't. The two of them were in the same dormitory, which made Draco feel quite desperate.

Later, there was a turning point because of a trouble.

Young Master Draco's foul mouth and the fact that he offended the Slytherin socialite finally broke out one day.

One time, in the corridor after class, he was blocked by several senior Slytherin students. They were all from pure-blood 28 families, and they were ready to cause trouble for him.

With the magic mastered by the senior students, Draco and Galpansy would not be their opponents if they were bundled together.

Seeing that Draco was about to be cursed, Ciel, who had been paddling, finally took action.

However, his attack was not heavy, he just knocked back all the spells that flew over.

These senior students were also very knowledgeable, and they had received warnings from letters from home. They didn't know what the connection between Ciel, the half-blood, was and Dumbledore, so after saying a few harsh words, they left in a hurry.

Sure enough, they were not as crazy as the reserve Death Eaters.

This is also the current situation of Slytherin. No matter what happens in the future, at least for now, the entire Slytherin maintains a certain degree of harmony on the surface.

"You'd better be more careful these days."

Draco leaned against the door frame and whispered to Ciel in the dormitory.

After this incident, the relationship between Draco and Ciel really gradually improved. Although he still had some objections to Ciel mixing with Harry and Gryffindor, he also took it seriously.

Especially after a few lessons.

"what happened."

"It's from the Prewett family."

He lazily stroked his platinum-blond hair.

"My father said that the school board gave up on mediating the matter after that old guy Dumbledore intervened. However, the Prewett family has not given up yet. They threatened to make the half-blood pay the price with his blood."

"That's you."

Draco raised his eyebrows at Ciel with his classic, malicious expression.

If I didn't know what he was talking about, I would have thought that this guy was provoking.

"You're often out of school, hanging out with those Gryffindor idiots... better be careful."

Others may not know that Charles can leave school at will, but Draco must know because the two of them share a dormitory.

"It's really rare that you would worry about my safety."

"I'm not worried about you, I just don't want to hear people say, look, this is the guy."

"Look at his poor roommate, killed in the corner. It's so miserable."

Ciel glanced at him.

Although the relationship between the two has become more harmonious, Draco's bad mouth has not changed. Sometimes, Charles can't even tell whether he is saying something sarcastic or not.

"Given the difference in strength between the two of us, I think this sentence is more appropriate to apply to you."

"Be serious."

Draco, who was leaning against the doorframe, changed his posture and crossed his arms.

"The power of pure blood is not something that a half-blood like you can understand. Unlike those mudbloods in Gryffindor, the Pwell family has a special kind of magic..."

"Psychedelic magic."

Ciel interrupted.

"you know"

Draco was surprised.

Ciel glanced at him again and said nothing.

Draco rolled his eyes lazily.

Seeing Ciel put on a towel and prepare to go to the bathroom, he asked behind him.

"There's a game between us and Gryffindor before Christmas, you'll come and watch."

"Why are you asking me this question?"

"This is a group activity for Slytherin, and this is Quidditch."

Draco seemed to be hopping behind, trying to emphasize how fun and great Quidditch was.

But Ciel wasn't interested and sighed.

"maybe."

"You'd better come."

Draco didn't say much to this. He shrugged, turned and left the dormitory, and helped Charles close the dormitory door.

"Because there are more and more people in Slytherin who have problems with you."

. . .

Ciel wasn't interested in Quidditch. It wasn't that he couldn't play it. In fact, he was pretty good at it. Although he wasn't a talented player like Harry, practice made perfect.

He can play any position.

But he feels that this sport has no technical content and is a waste of time.

As Halloween approaches, Ciel, who is still only familiar with advanced magic and is still far from restoring his past, or even surpassing his past, is not very satisfied.

He knew very well that mastering low-level magic, high-level magic, and mastering some magic changes was nothing. Many highly skilled wizards could do it. This was far from the pinnacle.

Ciel in the game once stood very high, but precisely because of this, he knew better that no one knew what the apex was.

Even the former him.

So his progress is not fast.

Unfortunately, even so, he still did not escape this fate, because after lunch the next day, he had no chance to go to the library with Hermione, and was dragged directly to the Quidditch field by her.

As the Quidditch tournament approaches, the Quidditch team also begins to practice more. Curious Hermione will naturally not miss it and go to the training ground to see how the players train.

After all, Harry was elected the newest Seeker.

Then the afternoon was spent with Hermione complaining about how barbaric this sport was while watching with relish.

. . .

weekend.

After returning home, Charles sat on the floor of his bedroom. He spread out a huge map in front of him. This was a detailed map of the New World.

Time flies so fast, another week has passed since Charles went to the hidden shopping street in France.

There isn't much time left until Halloween is here.

Today is Friday, and Ciel decided to take advantage of this weekend to go to the New World to get things done, find that town, and find that special magical creature.

Prepare in advance for three random major plots that may appear next.

But before that, he needs to have an understanding of the various side plots in the New World.

At the old place, he sold off the alchemy materials and gold bought from the French Magic Commercial Street. Then Charles immediately had a working capital in his hands. He replenished the necessities and then bought this map.

Of course Ciel knows the location of the town he is looking for, because this plot is a fixed plot.

However, in addition to some fixed plots, there are also many random plots, which are different for each archive. This is to avoid some branch plots with conflicting settings appearing together.

Ciel was not sure what plots there were in this world, so he needed maps and place names to have a general understanding.

Moreover, Charles felt that he was lucky, because with just a few glances, he saw the names of some small towns that were very valuable to the sub-plot.

It seems that he has no worries about giving away his magic notebook.

"Crack."

Charles in the bedroom suddenly heard the door opening downstairs.

Andrea must be back, she got off work early enough today.

Charles stood up and prepared to go downstairs to greet Andrea, but soon he heard that Andrea was not the only one who opened the door and came in.

"Thank you, thank you, Miss Hepham."

It was an unfamiliar male voice.

"You're welcome."

This is Andrea's voice.

"Well, it's not bad. It doesn't look as bad as I thought."

This is another one... The tone seems a little uncomfortable, and Ciel always feels that it sounds familiar.

After thinking for a moment, he didn't appear directly, but his figure became illusory and disappeared directly from the place.

Then with a tap of the wand, the map on the floor was immediately put away like a whirlwind, and the surrounding debris was restored to its place. The whole room was instantly restored to what it was like before Ciel came back.

Then he quietly opened the door, stood on the second floor and looked down.

It's not that he is cautious and suspicious, but that Ciel, who has played so many save files, knows very well that as the protagonist of the game, things will not happen around him for no reason.

Any incident may involve a plot.

And sure enough, Ciel, who was under the Disillusionment Curse, walked out of the room, lowered his head, and faced the same long face of Doctor Strange downstairs on the second floor.

Ciel:...

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