As we entered November, it was completely cold, and the fire in the Gryffindor common room was much brighter.

Hermione hadn't spoken to Carl much since the last time, and the two seemed to be back to the way they were when they first met, which Carl had to blame on the girl's best friend coming and being in a bad mood.

Until one Sunday morning in mid-November, Carl got up early and sat on the couch in the break room to do his homework.

After entering the second grade, there was significantly more homework than the first grade.

Assignments don't make you easier to write just because you know more.

On the contrary, sometimes the more you know, the harder it is to write when writing an assignment in the lower grades, because you simply don't know where the scale is.

Many seemingly simple theories of magic in the lower grades will lead to a lot of problems at the higher levels.

Karl writes very badly.

The writing is shallow, he can't see it himself, but the writing is deep, and a simple assignment of ten pieces of parchment may not be able to write.

He was bothered by this question for a while, and it involved a lot of energy.

Finally, after using some means, he was freed.

He borrowed from the senior students and borrowed their previous assignments to copy.

Of course, simple plagiarism is simply not going to get him through, and the professors' memories are surprisingly good.

However, with a small change in the way the narrative is presented, the other person's homework becomes his.

To do this, he made a shorthand quill pen.

It's different from the magic he used to make a quill write on his own when he was in first grade.

It's a magic item with a mind.

Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet has one of them, and she is able to put into words what her owner interviews, and she inherits the character of her owner very well, adding fuel to the fire.

Karl's root is not the same as Rita Skeeter's, his root can read on its own, and then write, the way he writes.

In this way, he is completely free of his hands, just looking at the dot from the side.

Now, he's doing just that.

A red quill flew back and forth between the two workbooks, and the quill seemed to have a pair of eyes, and swept the book full of words at a glance.

Then, in Karl's voice, he rewrote what he saw in another workbook.

Concise and efficient.

After a while, Hermione came out of the girls' dormitory.

At this time, except for Carl, the common room was empty.

He and Hermione were the first two of Gryffindor.

Hermione's temper seemed to have gotten much better, and she took the initiative to greet Carl as soon as she came up.

"Good morning, Carl. ”

Carl was startled, waved his hand quietly, and the movement of the shorthand quill immediately stopped.

At the same time, he quietly sat out a little, blocking the two homework books on the table, and then replied, "Morning, Hermione." ”

He had been careful enough to do so, but it still hadn't escaped Hermione's eyes.

She frowned, glanced behind Carl, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Didn't do anything. Karl shook his head firmly.

Hermione looked incredulous, "You can't be copying homework, are you?"

Damn!

The corners of Carl's eyes couldn't stop jumping a few times, and his body involuntarily sat out a little more, blocking the homework book tightly.

He decided not to admit it, "How is that possible? Am I that kind of person?"

Hermione gave him a blank look, "You don't have to block it, I saw it all." ”

With that, he reached around Carl and took the two homework books from behind him.

Strangely, the girl just glanced at it twice, then casually put the two homework books back on the table, and instead picked up the quill, sat down on the sofa next to Carl, and looked at it carefully.

After a while, she looked at Carl in surprise, "Carl, this is a shorthand quill, right? I heard it's very rare, where did you get it?"

"Don't you blame me for copying homework?" Karl asked in surprise.

"The purpose of writing homework is to learn knowledge, you already know all this, what difference does it make if you don't write it?"

As she spoke, she glared at Karl, "Don't interrupt, I'll ask you!"

Now Carl was relieved, looked at the quill, and said indifferently: "I made it myself." ”

Hermione's eyes fixed on the quill, and she asked, "How did you do it?"

Carl shook his head, "I don't have that ability. ”

Shorthand quill pens have a mind of their own, and if Carl can do it with combinatorial transfiguration, it will be equivalent to artificial intelligence.

"The recipe I found in the library is an advanced application of the Replica Charm, and it doesn't matter if you attach a part of your mind to the quill. Carl said nonchalantly.

"Believe it or not. ”

With that, he whispered a few words to Hermione with his wand, and then waved his wand at another ordinary quill on the table, and the latter began to scribble on a piece of waste paper on the table.

"It's yours, easy, right?"

Carl was about to look down to see what the quill had written on the paper, but Hermione covered it with her hand to prevent him from reading it.

Carl didn't care, but spread his hands to Hermione, looking as simple as that.

"You've always been like that. Hermione gave him a slap of white and snatched the piece of waste paper and stuffed it into her bag.

Then, she said to Carl, "It's not a big deal, it's a very deep magic, and I haven't even asked for O.W.Ls!"

Carl looked at Hermione in surprise, "O.W.Ls you're starting to pay attention?"

Hermione glanced at him, sighed, and said, "I can't let you get too far behind." ”

As she spoke, she took the quill that Karl had made for her, put it in front of her eyes, looked at it carefully, and at the same time said to herself:

"But it doesn't seem to be of much use, the process of making a shorthand quill pen in the book is not as simple as you have shown. ”

As she spoke, she looked up and glared at Carl, "I don't know how you managed to simplify to this extent!"

"That's because you don't have a good teacher, Hermione. Carl winked mysteriously.

Hermione thought Carl was talking about herself, and gave him a blank slate.

Then, with a sigh, she went to the couch next to her and sat down, and as she played with the quill in her hand, she said:

"I'm a little surprised, Carl, I've been stimulated by you, it's only been more than two months, and I've taught myself so much, and the other first-year students haven't figured out the Theory of Magic yet, and sometimes I worry if I'm making too fast progress. ”

That's because you're really talented, Hermione, far more than you think you are.

Looking at the girl, Carl said in his heart.

On the surface, he still looks like hehe.

"You don't want to be upset about learning too much. He winked at Hermione.

Hermione gave him a habitual glance, and when she saw that Karl was squeezing her eyes at her, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth and laugh.