Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

Ciel shook his head and turned his attention to the other group of people.

These are the scimitar knights of the Sudan Kingdom. They should be wearing light armor, chain mail or leather armor, but at this time they are also wearing heavy iron armor. The two scimitars in their hands are rolling up and down, jumping up and down like monkeys. .

After all, what the Shire needs is not a sandbox game, but the cultivation of special units. Facing the magic legions of the Red Queen and others, the protection of iron armor is a must.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two unlucky guys were eliminated one after another.

Apparently, their situation wasn't much better.

The Stone Giant was born from Charles's Transfiguration. This spell is an advanced form of Transfiguration, but although this thing may not be as good as a Fire Curse in the eyes of Dumbledore and others.

Any counter-spell of transfiguration can break it, but in the eyes of these ordinary people, it is almost invincible.

After more than half a year of training, I took these people to the dilapidated territory of the Kingdom of Heart to fight wild monsters. They could finally be called warriors, rather than farmers who put down their knives and forks and picked up their swords.

So Ciel invited them to practice.

Although the Red Queen's chess piece army is probably just a stone sculpture about one person tall, and the stone giant in front of him is about five or six meters tall, but thinking about it... it shouldn't be too different.

"Ciel! Ciel!"

Charles heard Nico Flamel's shout from behind. He lifted the stone giant's transformation spell, causing them to instantly scatter into huge pieces of gravel again. He signaled Lister to continue training, then turned and walked back.

Nicoléme's alchemy was truly extraordinary, and it forced him to continue his life, but he was old after all, and some of the old man's problems also appeared in him.

Such as slow movement, stuttering, and... forgetfulness.

Nicoléme has not forgotten his knowledge of alchemy, but the names he calls Charles change every day, from brat, to bastard, to Charles, and even Mr. Diemer.

"what's up?"

Ciel enters the laboratory.

He also needs to take care of the training of the knights, and even contact the Black Swan mercenary group to defeat those pure-blood wizards, but Nicoléme doesn't have that many things to do. He just needs to continue to study his alchemy.

In fact, many things in the Charles were of interest to Nicoléme himself, and he was not familiar with the New World.

It's not that old-fashioned ideas are causing trouble. If an alchemist has old-fashioned ideas, he can't become an alchemist. It's that Nicolas Flamel went to the New World a hundred years ago or so, but it was a mess, whether it was Muggles or Muggles. Wizards are far behind Europe.

It was like a garbage dump. Nicoléme returned without success, so he didn't care about it.

I didn’t expect that so many things would appear in one go over the years.

"Two messages."

Nicolas Flamel lowered his wand.

"The Muggle doctor and his assistant are dead."

Charles thought for a moment and realized that Nicole Flamel was talking about the mad doctor and his bloody nurse he met in the small town.

Both of these people belong to the lowest level among murderers. They have no special abilities, that is, they are just ordinary people and cannot squeeze anything out of them.

Charles was kept as a test subject, and his status was the same as Jessica and others. Unexpectedly, he was dead now.

Nicolas Flamel said a few words briefly.

The cause of death was also very simple. After Nicoléme took over the place, the experimental products were naturally used by him. The doctor once again began to promote himself, saying that he could serve as an assistant.

Nicolas Flamel, who was not familiar with him, agreed.

During the experiment, this guy discovered that Nicoléme was an old guy who had difficulty walking, so he came up with the idea of ​​​​killing him and then escaping.

But Nicoléme was, after all, the strongest alchemist in the world, so how could he be so easy to deal with.

The final result was that not only did the two of them fail to escape smoothly, but they also lost their lives here.

Ciel didn't pay attention. Although these two guys were the villains in a horror movie, in this world, they couldn't even be considered supporting characters.

In fact, Nicoléme didn't care. For an alchemist who had lived for hundreds of years, no one would believe him if he had no blood on his hands.

"From those little monsters down there..."

Nicolas Flamel began the second message.

"I discovered something."

"what?"

"It's hard to say yet, I need to observe for some more time."

"Do you need any other samples?"

Ciel narrowed his eyes.

"I also have a basilisk here."

"hiss!"

The basilisk coiled around Ciel's wrist hissed in displeasure, as if it sensed some malice.

"Oh, basilisk... I know this cute little guy."

"I also trained them back then."

"But no."

"I know about basilisks.. They are completely different from the ones down there. They are magical.. Rare."

Even the well-informed Nicoléme, after hesitating for a long while, had to use the word rare to describe the group of mutated monsters that had created fatal curves.

Ciel is not surprised. After all, there are a lot of specialties in the New World. He has been busy with the Evil Alliance recently. When the Evil Alliance is cleaned up and the British magic world is sorted out, he will need to make another trip to the New World.

This time, he will catch them all.

Because he is not the only one.

………………

Hogwarts.

As the pure-blood wizards began to take action, the final training of the Knights was on track. Time passed little by little, and Hogwarts also entered the final countdown.

Ciel also rarely returned to school.

Dumbledore had obviously done something behind his back. None of the deans of the four houses had troubled him. As for the students in Slytherin, it would have been nice if Ciel didn't trouble them.

In the library, Ciel looked at the books in front of him with some boredom, but his thoughts were not on that at all.

As a wizard, knowledge is never enough. This is the source of power for wizards, but at this time, Ciel was rarely distracted.

He hasn't done much here, and the Evil Alliance has been silent for a year, but Ciel understands them. They won't just stay peacefully like this, but are accumulating strength.

It's not that Ciel didn't think about causing trouble for them in advance, but Gaston's magical protection was a bit troublesome. Now, after so long of time-reversing magic, the timeline should be back to normal.

Without the blessing of the power of time, Gaston is not difficult to deal with, but similarly, the power of other witches has gradually recovered, and they are also qualified to cause trouble.

Ciel was thinking about several possible approaches for them. One was to make a direct raid, the other was to select someone's kingdom as a new foothold, and all members of the team would raid to capture the kingdom. The other was to throw out Gaston, which would be mindless. The powerful man serves as a bait to divide the princesses, waiting for the opportunity.

Tapping his fingers on the table, Ciel wasn't sure which way they would choose.