Book of Hogwarts

Sebastian's View

He couldn't believe how independent the young master has grown during his stay at Hogwarts. It was a shame they had to leave but a butler was always required to be on duty. Potter and the others seasoned the young master's soul, furthering its appeal to for Sebastian.

The ceremony was intriguing. Gryffindor won the Cup with team efforts, and those who were on the Black case had been honored. Because of his crime, the young master was forfeited from receiving any honor. Sebastian was certain that his young master would wouldn't care either way. Interesting. Once it was over, they went to Dumbledore. He held up a small box.

"Before you go, I must ask some questions," he said.

"Please do," Sebastian said.

"What occupation are you two really? Obviously, you do not belong in Hogwarts nor England," he started.

"You are right; we are not from here, but we are indeed from England," the young master replied.

"My young master is the Earl Phantomhive and the head of Funtom Cooperation," Sebastian added. "I, myself is nothing but one hell of a butler,"

"Now then may we go?" the lord asked.

"Yes. Just place your hand here and tell it the location you want to go to. You must have found a portkey. A portkey is enchanted to look like an everyday object so Muggles will have a hard time finding it out," he explained.

The young master and Sebastian both placed their hands on the box.

"Phantomhive Manor, 1888," they said in unison.

The young master remained composed despite the adventure they went through. The sun was setting by the time they arrived. The pocket watch showed five-forty. Perfect. They've arrived just in time for dinner.

"Young master, what should we tell Her Majesty about the Black case?"

"Tell her it was a local ruse. Nothing of importance. We've silenced him, and that is all," he said.

"Yes, my lord,"