In the dark hallway, there were no fingers in sight, and at the bottom of Azkaban, far from Voldemort's cell, only Karl and Dumbledore were standing.

Karl looked at Dumbledore with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Professor, you don't know what he wants, do you?"

If you want to find someone in this world who knows Voldemort best, it is definitely not Carl.

However, if you want to find the person who knows Voldemort's secrets best, it is definitely him.

Karl didn't dare to say he knew everything about Voldemort, but he dared to say he knew at least half of it.

Horcruxes, is one of them.

Voldemort wanted to return to Hogwarts for no other reason than for the Horcruxes.

Dumbledore nodded.

"It's a bit presumptuous to say that, but I think it's easy for our intellect to guess Tom's true purpose. ”

"Then you still let him ......"

Karl looked at Dumbledore speechlessly.

The old man didn't think that Voldemort could change his ways, and wanted to influence him in this way.

Thinking of this, Carl felt that this reason was too.

As if guessing what he was thinking, Dumbledore lowered his head and sighed.

"Karl, do people become great because of their works, or do they act accordingly because they are great......"

"I thought I knew. ”

Dumbledore shook his head.

"But now, I find out I don't know......"

Dumbledore looked up and looked at Karl with burning eyes.

"Carl, you should have seen that Tom has the possibility of being whole......"

"And it's all because of you!"

"Because...... Me?"

Karl pointed to his nose.

Well, Carl admits that to say that he was completely unaware of anything would be a lie.

Voldemort treated him somewhat differently, but ......

"Carl, remember what I told you when I was in first grade?"

Dumbledore asked.

"I tell you, Voldemort has no mercy, and the reason he left you is because he doesn't want his masterpiece to be destroyed......"

"However, when I saw Tom's attitude towards you in the second grade, I realized that I might have been wrong, and that the reason why he kept you was not only because he cherished his creation, but also because there was something he didn't even notice existed......"

"But the professor ...... Voldemort—"

Before Karl could say anything, Dumbledore interrupted him.

"You're different, Carl, Voldemort will kill everyone, but not you. ”

"Tom doesn't have any feelings for his followers, he never just uses them, no one can really get into his heart, he never cares about anyone but Carl, except for you......"

"He cares about you. ”

......

It was already completely dark.

Harry's bedroom.

Carl looked at the handsome-looking so-called cousin in front of him with a complicated expression, and Dumbledore's words seemed to be in his ears.

"Carl, I want to give Tom a chance......"

"At the same time, it also gives myself a chance to make amends for some of my mistakes. ””

"Will you help me?

Dumbledore's eyes were pleading, unprecedented.

Carl admits that he relented at the time.

"Okay. ”

He nodded, then added.

"But I'm not guaranteed to succeed. ”

Dumbledore smiled, smiling like a child, a twinkle of tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, Carl. ”

"Hey......"

Karl sighed.

He knew that from the day he promised Dumbledore, his hard days were coming—

But he didn't expect his hard life to come so quickly.

In the end, the old man didn't even make an unbreakable oath with Voldemort, it was just a verbal promise.

Voldemort kept his word and directly teamed up with the old man to help him remove the hidden danger of his eyes.

Subsequently, the old man lifted a series of imprisoning spells imposed on the former by the Ministry of Magic.

The complexity of those spells made even Carl's eyelids jump when he saw them.

However, it didn't end there, on the contrary......

It's just getting started.

After setting up an illusion with their own hands, the trio left Azkaban.

The bright sun shone on the faces of the three of them, the blue waves crashed against the shore, and the three of them appeared directly on a golden sand beach in Northern Ireland.

"Tom is up to you, Carl. ”

That's what Dumbledore told him.

That tone was like asking him to go downstairs and buy some food.

Then, in Karl's ghostly gaze, the old man waved at him, and simply apparitioned, leaving only the sentence: "Remember to take Tom to Hogwarts when school starts." ”

Then, he and Voldemort were left staring wide-eyed.

But that's not all......

Just seconds after Dumbledore left the ground, Karl looked at Voldemort's distorted face and wanted to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere.

But before he could speak.

Voldemort also learned Dumbledore to wave at him, grinning at him, his features squeezed together by the smiling face, like-

Before Carl could even think of what it looked like, Voldemort became the handsome person he is now, and then the whole person disappeared......

Gone—

Less than a minute before Azkaban left, Voldemort was right under his nose, and the apparition shifted.

......

For a month, Karl spent a whole month looking for Voldemort.

At first, he tried to contact Dumbledore in various ways, and even wanted to ask Grindelwald for help, but the two old guys seemed to have evaporated from the world.

There was no way, he had to rely on himself.

He spent a whole month in fear.

Who was Lord Voldemort?

That's the most dangerous dark wizard of all time—

The mystery man, the Dark Lord, the one who can't even mention his name.

The name Voldemort is an existence in the wizarding world that can solve children's crying.

Such a person ran away directly under his nose, and to be honest, for a while, Carl wanted to simply do what he did best-

Alarm.

Or rather, to the Ministry of Magic.

But fortunately, it took a whole month for him to chase people down-

He had used almost every magic he knew, but Voldemort's trail was like shadow and steam, visible but not touchable.

Until the end, he used a trick.

He contacted Nick and Louise to send him some money and posted a missing person notice on Muggle TV.

......

Originally, he was ready to fight Voldemort.

If the latter was in his heyday, he would never think so, but right now, although Voldemort has been deeply integrated with Quirrell, he is still in a state of possession in essence and does not have a body of his own.

The mana may not even be one-tenth of what it was in its heyday, but he is somewhat sure-

Even if you can't beat it, you can still run.

However, Voldemort did not fight him.

"Three chances, Carl, if you can find me two more times like this one, I'll be tied. ”

This was Voldemort's agreement with him.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't feel reliable, but Carl has to do things according to the rules-

Even if it is the current Voldemort, the magic attainment of the former, Karl has nothing to do with him.

But fortunately, the second time, he kept an eye on Voldemort and placed a tracking spell on Voldemort.

A tracking magic that is unique to him, Kenrito's emblem, the Violet Beacon.

......

"How did you find here? ”

In the cramped bedroom, Carl looked at Voldemort and said coldly.

His wand hadn't been lowered, still facing Voldemort.

Theoretically, with the protection of Lily's blood magic, Voldemort couldn't have found it.

The only way in this world to inflict permanent damage on Voldemort is through the destruction of Horcruxes, which Harry's mother bought for blood-related magic.

If this magic were broken by Voldemort, there would be nothing to threaten him.

Harry stood by and looked at the two of them worriedly.

He couldn't understand why Carl was so tense with his cousin.

Obviously looks such a polite person.

It's his birthday, and no matter what reason Carl and his cousin came to him, the two of them were already overjoyed to come, and he really didn't want anything upset to happen today.

Not to mention that Carl is still underage, and it would be bad if he accidentally cast a spell outside of school.

Fortunately, Carl's cousin still didn't care about his faux pas.

A charming smile appeared on the handsome face.

"Carl, we're going to have a very long time to talk about it......"

The voice did not fall.

"Bang!"

With a bang, a dwarf, big-eyed, pointy-eared, and crumpled creature appeared in the room, completely crowding the already small room.

"Harry Potter!"

The little creature screamed.

Downstairs, Uncle Vernon's half-finished joke was interrupted.