Hogwarts Castle, 3rd Floor, Library.

It was Sunday, and there was hardly anyone in the library, except for Harry and Hermione and a handful of seventh-year graduates.

Sitting at the dark brown solid wood table in the reading area, Harry was so confused by the last chapters of the Theory of Magic in his hand that he couldn't help but look up at Hermione, who was sitting two seats away from him.

The girl was flipping through a copy of Standard Spells: Level 5, and Harry might have been surprised if it had been the first semester, but now, he was no longer surprised.

Even he, after such a long period of self-study, has already fallen behind other young wizards in the same grade, let alone Hermione, who has been like this since she entered school.

However, Hermione seemed to be a little absent-minded, and she didn't even notice that she had taken the book in her hand down.

Harry knew why.

......

It's been a month since the second half of the school year, and Carl hasn't been back at school.

Dumbledore was out of school as he was in the first half of the term, and Hermione went to Professor McGonagall to ask where Carl was, only to be told to stay nosy.

However, Hermione could clearly sense that Professor McGonagall was also anxious, and even during class, the worry between the latter's brows never dissipated.

Hermione wanted to write to Carl's parents to ask where Carl was, but her instincts told her that Carl's parents didn't know that Carl hadn't come back to school, and she didn't want to worry about it any more.

For the past month, Hermione has been thinking about Carl's whereabouts, and she is even a little worried about whether Carl has an accident.

Here, seeing that it was almost time for lunch, Harry, distracted by the jumble of magical theories, closed his book and stood up from his chair.

After a moment's hesitation, Harry asked Hermione, who was not far away, "Hermione, I'm going to lunch, do you want to come along?"

Hearing this, Hermione came back to her senses, smiled at Harry reluctantly, and shook her head, "You go first, Harry, I'll read the book for a while." ”

After that, she continued to stare at the "Standard Spell Level 5" that she had taken down in her hand.

Seeing this, Harry shook his head helplessly, he didn't know what to say to persuade Hermione to take his own people, if his best friend disappeared for a month, he would be terribly worried.

What's more, he is also a little worried about Carl's disappearance.

Since entering school, Carl has helped him several times, and, most importantly, Carl personally sent Voldemort to prison, which can almost be said to have helped him avenge the murder of his father and mother.

"Then I'll go to dinner first, Hermione. ”

Glancing at Hermione, who was a little distraught, Harry sighed, picked up a copy of Standard Spell Level 2 and walked out of the library.

Not long after Harry left, Hermione finally put down the book she had taken down.

But instead of getting up to go to lunch, as Harry had done, she sat there and stared at a chair across from her, which was the whole noon.

......

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the Black Pearl sailed on the endless sea, the raging waves crashing on the hull and splashing countless water.

The door to the captain's room of the Black Pearl was open, and Karl was sitting at the long solid wood table facing the door writing and drawing, while Jack and Barbossa stood at the table and watched, and a group of passing pirates peeked in from time to time.

"What are they doing?"

"I don't know, maybe it's some dark magic in preparation. ”

"Someone must be out of luck. ”

"Let's hope it's not us who are unlucky. ”

Conversations like these come out of the mouth of every pirate who passes by the door of the captain's quarters.

However, all three people in the captain's room ignored it.

It's been three days, and bad luck seems to have been with them since the moment they sailed out of Port Royal.

For three days, not a single day was sunny.

No charts, no starry sky, no clear destination, and as much as they are very reluctant to admit it, Barbossa and Jack both know that they are lost.

Jack's compass can point to what the wielder wants most, and Carl took him on board for that purpose - as an alternative to finding the Trident's location.

However, when it really takes time to find out, neither Jack nor Barbossa, what the two want most in their hearts is a trident.

For Jack, what he wanted was always the Black Pearl at their feet, and the compass wouldn't point anywhere else until he had completely recaptured the ship.

For Barbossa, well, what he wanted most was that whole basket of apples in the ship's hold, what the hell.

And Carl, he had tried before, the compass was not effective for him at all, as soon as he held it in his hand, he kept spinning in circles, and there was no fixed direction at all - the too large magic power on his body directly interfered with the operation of the compass.

Right now, the only hope for Jack and Barbossa is the boy sitting in front of them, and perhaps the ghostly thing he now paints has the magic to make them rediscover their place on the sea.

After a long time of calculation, Carl finally stopped the pen in his hand, lifted his head off the table, and let out a long breath.

"How?" asked Barbossa.

He was even more concerned than Carl about finding the Trident, as that would mean the end of his decade-long torment.

Carl shook his head, "The clouds are too thick to see the sun......"

Barbossa's face immediately showed a look of disappointment.

"However, it is possible to roughly calculate the direction from the shadow, but the deviation is a little large-"

"Captain!" an anxious voice came from outside the captain's room.

Then, a bald Pinter and a prosthetic eye rushed in.

"What's the matter?" said Jack and Barbossa in unison.

After saying that, they began to look at each other strangely and for a long time.

Seeing this, Carl shook his head helplessly and asked the two, "What's the matter?"

"You'd better come out and have a look. Pinter didn't know what to say.

Karl raised an eyebrow and stood up from his chair.

Jack and Barbossa also looked away from each other and followed Carl out of the cabin.

Outside, the sky was still cloudy, looking like before the storm, but the visibility was surprisingly good.

"There, Captain. ”

Pintel pointed in the right direction and flattered Carl with a large telescope.

Karl waved his hand to reject the binoculars, and his eyes followed the direction that Pinter was pointing.

Barbosa, who came closely, snatched the telescope from Pintel's hand, glared at the latter fiercely, causing the latter to shrink his neck in fright, and then raised the telescope in front of his eyes and looked into the distance.

"Get me one too. Beside him, Jack said to Pintel.

However, Pinter ignored him at all, and said to Karl flatteringly, "Captain, I'll get you another one." ”

After that, he ran to the cabin to get the binoculars, and he didn't even look at Jack during the whole process.

Seeing this, the corners of Jack's eyes twitched.

No, he had to take a pocket-sized version from his back and hold it up in front of his eyes to look into the distance.

I saw that at the junction of the sea and the sky in the distance, a small black dot was slowly revealing the flat sea.

With his vision far beyond the ordinary, even without a telescope, Carl could see what kind of ship it was.

It was also a three-masted battleship, compared to the restrained nature of the Black Pearl, this battleship that suddenly appeared at sea level was obviously more flamboyant and crazy, even if it was far away, Carl could clearly feel a beast-like beauty from the ship.

As the two ships approached, Karl could see the flag flying high on the mast.

With just one glance, he confirmed that it was also a pirate ship.

An abstract demon with two sharp horns, holding a javelin in his left hand, stabbed at a bright red heart next to it.

"It's Blackbeard. ”

Putting down the binoculars, Barbossa's face was a little weird.

"Queen Anne's Revenge ......"

Jack's voice was inexplicably meaningful, and he glanced at Barbossa with deep meaning.

Then, both looked at Carl at the same time.

Carl noticed the two of them's gazes, and it didn't take him a second for him to immediately understand what they meant.

To tell the truth, just by looking at it, he fell in love with this stunningly beautiful warship.

"Then since you have met them all, you can take it. Carl smiled and looked at Jack and Barbossa.

What's more, he is also a little curious about Blackbeard's magic.

"Yes, Captain!" said Barbossa, this time the captain was genuine.

With that, he turned back to the pirates who were already waiting on the deck behind him, and shouted with some impatience on their faces:

"Fools, get ready to fight!"

In an instant, the deck resounded with earth-shattering shouts of killing.