Lucius Malfoy looked at the young man in front of him tremblingly, although it was completely different from the terrifying figure in his memory, but those eyes, he would definitely not admit it.

"Lord, Lord......"

Almost instinctively, Lucius wanted to call his master when he opened his mouth, but he finally realized where he was, and quickly tightened his throat, not pronouncing the syllables that followed.

Beside her, Narcissa looked at her husband suspiciously, she knew her husband, and years of being a couple allowed her to read almost every micro-expression on the latter's face.

But she couldn't understand why her husband was so afraid of a boy who looked like he was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

It wasn't until the latter uttered the first syllable that she finally realized something, and her eyes widened for a moment.

"Lucius, my old friend......"

Tom's voice was gentle, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Now, Mr. Malfoy trembled even more.

......

"Carl, how are you?"

Hermione's face was happy, worried, and helpless.

Looking at Carl, who was shivering on the bench, the girl took off her coat and draped it over Carl.

She hadn't seen her for half a year, Hermione had thought about the scene when the two had met countless times, Carl was missing, there was no news, she even thought something was wrong, she tried her best to find even the slightest bit of information, if it wasn't for Professor McGonagall found and stopped, she would have left the school to find someone.

It wasn't until she received Carl's letter a month ago that she finally let go of her hanging heart.

However, for a whole month, as a best friend, except for the first letter, there was no news after that, until now.

It stands to reason that she should be angry, but when she sees the way Carl looks in front of her, the girl can't get angry anyway.

Carl's body was as cold as ice, and Hermione touched Carl's shoulder when he put on his clothes just now, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Ignoring the rule that underage wizards were not allowed to use magic outside of school, the girl drew her wand and waved it.

In an instant, a blue bellflower-like flame erupted from the tip of the wand, emitting a gentle blue glow.

"Are you better?" the girl looked worried.

"Still, okay. Carl forced a grin, his upper and lower teeth gurgling.

As he spoke, he turned his head and smiled gratefully at Jim Green next to him.

"Thank you, Jim. ”

It was the latter, who joined Harry and helped him to sit on an abandoned bench not far away.

By this time, most of the onlookers had dispersed.

Only the Weasley siblings, Harry, and the Hogwarts students who helped Hermione get out and put the Malfoys in the middle.

There are a few of them that Carl knows.

Diana Spring, a former Gryffindor 7th grade girl, is now a graduate with long, iconic dark blonde hair whose father worked as a healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

And the two Ravenclaw boys and girls that Kenrito originally recruited.

Carl thought for a long time before remembering the names of the two, the boy's name was Roger Davis, one grade higher than Carl, for this name, Carl's initial memory was not from this life, but from the book of his previous life, but where he came from, he had no memory.

The girl's name is Penelope Crivat, she has brown curly hair, I have to say, Percy's eye is still good, the girl is very beautiful, and she can rank in the top ten of all the Hogwarts girls Carl has seen.

If memory serves, Miss Crivat is now in a relationship with Percy Weasley.

As for the others, Carl recognized Angelina Johnson, who was tall and had long black hair and was a year older than him.

Lee Jordan, George and Fred's best friend.

For the rest, Carl had seen him at school, but he couldn't name them.

Such a large number of people must be inseparable from Kenrito.

In normal times, Carl would definitely ask why there were so many more people in Kenrito, who had only two or three big cats and kittens, after only half a year.

But now, his gaze passed through the crowd, to Voldemort, who was not far away at Lucius Malfoy's sweating profusely.

......

Kel'thugad is worthy of being the second-in-command of the Scourge Legion, decisive enough and strong enough.

Even if there is only one life box with ashes left.

Fortunately, there is only one lifebox left.

A spell, just a spell, was not large, not even the basement was completely covered, but the cold air that erupted in an instant almost froze his soul.

The super armor that was read out loud seemed to not exist, and the whole person was directly frozen into half an ice sculpture.

This magic, Carl is so familiar that he can even call out his name-

Frost Nova.

After the eruption, the urn fell completely silent, and although the energy reading in the left eye was still frighteningly high, it was as quiet as if it were just an ordinary black clay pot.

Harry and his uncle were far away and were not affected.

Originally, he was the closest and should have been the most seriously injured.

However, Karl moved his gaze to Voldemort's left arm, and even from a distance, he could still clearly see the abnormal blue-gray color on the surface of the latter's arm.

If it weren't for this one, he would probably have been completely frozen into an ice sculpture.

The silver shield that even Avada could block for his life finally blocked the direct damage of the ice, but the shield was only a shield after all, and the cold that erupted followed the shield and abolished the arm that held the shield.