The night was already deep, and a bright moon hung high in the middle of the sky.

The dark streets were deserted, except for a few streetlamps that glowed dimly.

"Harry, I still recommend that you stay home until the end of the holiday. ”

Karl said, looking directly into Harry's turquoise eyes.

"It's not safe for you to follow me. ”

Karl glanced at Voldemort.

After sitting at Dursley's house for a while, he got up and took his leave.

Harry never asked Dobby for anything of value, so he had to let him go.

Shortly after Carl left the Dursleys, Harry burst out of Four Privet Road, despite his aunt's resistance.

"Carl, take me away. ”

Harry's eyes revealed pleading, "You see who they are, I've had enough of days without magic......

"Just let me go with you. ”

Carl still shook his head, "Harry, you know, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley are your guardians, and I can't take you away without their consent. ”

"But......" Harry was about to argue, but then his face took on a strange look.

He looked at Carl, who was about the same height as him and still had a little immaturity on his face, and then looked at the "cousin" next to him, who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

“......”

Looking into Harry's eyes, Carl was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Harry laughed.

"Carl, take me away, tomorrow is the tournament, you can't just leave me alone and unable to watch the game, right?"

Harry said eagerly, "Hermione will definitely go, and Ron—"

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person looked a little lost.

Ron was the first little wizard of his age he knew, and his first friend.

However, for more than half a year, the two have become more and more estranged.

Ever since he started trying to make himself less wasteful of time, it was like there was an invisible wall between the two of them.

Seeing this, Karl sighed.

He naturally understood what the boy with the glasses in front of him was sorry for, but sometimes that's the way it is, when you want to be good and start putting it into practice, there will always be some people who will become alienated from you.

It's not that there is any contradiction between the two, but that they are no longer in the same circle.

Just like him, as such a good person, he has long been used to this kind of thing.

"Okay. ”

Carl nodded.

Anyway, he is also going to participate in the competition tomorrow, and he has already brought a problem child, and bringing a "cousin" is also a belt, and bringing another is also a belt.

"Really?!awesome!"

Harry exclaimed in surprise.

After adjusting to life at Hogwarts, every day at the Dursley family was a torment for him, especially after Dobby, the house-elf, came to him for no reason and caused him so much trouble in the name of his good.

Harry felt that eighty percent of the people in the school didn't like him and deliberately sent his own elves.

And this man, nine out of nine, is Malfoy.

Looking at the boy's excited appearance, Carl sighed.

If nothing else, leaving the Dursleys, where to stay tonight is a question.

Harry was fast, and seeing that Carl agreed, he didn't say a word, and ran back to No. 4 Privet Road, and rushed out with his suitcase in tow in less than half a minute.

With Carl's troubles, Vernon Dursley's inability to cast spells outside the school was not known to Vernon Dursley, and the holly wand was so powerful that Dursley didn't dare to stop it.

The three of them walked aimlessly down the dark streets of Privet Road, the wheels of the ceremonial box sliding across the ground with a clatter, and apart from the frightening silence of the street except for a few distant cries of night owls.

Carl glanced at the flickering streetlights on the side of the street, didn't care, and turned his head around where he could go.

He wouldn't go back to 28 Hadlow Road, and although Nicol and Louise moved to the United States, it was still his home base, and he couldn't be exposed to it just for a night's sleep......

Karl glanced at Voldemort, and if he hadn't known about it, no one would have been able to see what a terrifying true face and terrifying soul was hidden under this young mask.

It stands to reason that Weasley's house is a good place to go, but the problem is that he doesn't know where it is.

While he can use magic to map the map, he needs to have at least a general direction, unless he includes the whole of England in his search.

Not to mention whether such a large range of his mana can be covered, just talking about such a large range of positioning magic, it will definitely touch the monitoring network of the Ministry of Magic, and the gains obviously outweigh the losses.

Magic is a good thing, but it's not a panacea.

However, in such a world, it is impossible to know magic.

"Huh?"

Carl stopped abruptly and looked into the darkness around the corner.

The nearby streetlights flickered more and more, and the dim flickering lights set off the dark streets in a terrifying light.

"Carl, what's wrong?"

Harry asked curiously, following Karl's gaze, all he could see was darkness.

Karl ignored him, his eyes still fixed on the darkness, and silently took his wand from his bosom.

"Raise your wand, Harry. Karl said without squinting.

Harry didn't know why, but subconsciously complied.

On the other hand, Voldemort didn't react as strongly as Carl, but if you look closely, you can see that the former frowned slightly.

"What is it, Carl?"

Harry finally realized something was wrong.

Except for the street lamps that were flickering more and more, it was the height of summer, and the haze he exhaled condensed into a white mist in the air.

Dementor ......

Feeling the plummeting temperature, Carl was suppressed by the idea as soon as he came to him.

He'd seen Dementors, hundreds, thousands.

As the guards of Azkaban, they themselves were imprisoned there, unable to leave the huge black prison without permission.

Ancient contract magic binds these terrifying creatures of darkness.

In fact, wizards are the scariest of all compared to these terrifying creatures of darkness.

According to a copy of the Forbidden Book Zone's Chronicle of the Ancient Dark Arts, ancient sorcerers conquered all races, making contracts with their ancestors, enslaving them, or exiled them.

Dementors are one of them.

These dark monsters that spread terror and death are nothing more than the defeated men of ancient wizards.

Carl's perceptual ability allows him to "see" all kinds of magical powers within a certain range even if he doesn't use his eyes, and the color of the ghost is pitch black and cold, and he exudes an aura of despair.

And this ...... in front of you

"Step, step, step......"

Slow, clear footsteps came from the darkness, mixed with eerie roars.

Karl's brow furrowed even tighter.

He felt as if he had heard it somewhere.

Soon, a figure emerged from the darkness.

What is this?!

Carl's eyes widened slightly.