"I see. Carl looked at everything in front of him, thoughtful.

There was a heaviness in his eyes, and his discovery cast a gray color over his mood.

Carl didn't find anything useful in the library, and Mrs. Loris's reaction only reminded him of a species, the basilisk.

Perhaps his mind was jumping too fast, and the moment he saw Filch's cat react, Carl thought of a possibility.

For this reason, he went to the library to check out the basilisk.

And now, in front of him lay a small snake.

The snake is dead, but he already knows one thing.

He's a parseltongue.

Looking at the corpse of the little snake in front of him, Carl felt a little sorry.

He chatted with the other party for a few words, but when he realized that he was speaking snake language, he was so excited that he accidentally strangled the snake to death.

He doesn't have anything to do with Voldemort, right?, Karl muttered to himself.

If that's the case, that's a terrible thing.

Karl thought of another possibility.

Is he the savior? That's why Dumbledore cares so much about him?

But right away, Karl dismissed the speculation in his head.

Harry Potter exists, a name that has been heard since he entered Hogwarts, and is almost never heard out of the daily discussions of young wizards.

In fact, the biggest possibility is that he and Voldemort are descendants of Slytherin.

But the possibility of other snake descendants is not ruled out.

He went to the library to check it out, and Slytherin was not the only one who knew Parseltongue.

Sometimes, the closer you get to the truth, the less you can really see it, and you have to wait for the truth to come out on its own.

Carl didn't know if Dumbledore was hiding the fact that he knew Parseltongue, but since the latter had asked him to find out the truth himself, he didn't plan to make another trip to the Headmaster's office.

If Dumbledore wanted to tell him, he would naturally take the initiative to find him, otherwise it would be useless for him to go.

Poetry and distance are not the whole of life, but what is in front of you.

After many fruitless inquiries, Carl collected his feelings, buried the secret deep in his heart, and then focused on the matter in front of him.

He's going to use this Christmas holiday to make something.

In the evening, the Christmas dinner was unexpectedly held, and the auditorium was covered in silver, with twelve Christmas trees floating in the air, and shining silver snowflakes not falling, like a fairy tale.

With such a beautiful view, the little wizards present did not even have half of their usual appearance, and most of the students chose to go home for Christmas.

However, Carl still saw a lot of people, including George and Fred, as well as Charlie Weasley, and Carl went out of his way to thank the other party for the pair of dragon skin gloves he gave him.

In addition to the three, Carl also sees Percy.

Carl had barely seen him since he entered the school.

To be honest, Karl agrees with some of his opinions.

"Of course you haven't seen him, our dear brother is busy working hard about his prefect next year!" said George.

Immediately after that, he opened a packet of firecrackers, which shook Carl's ears.

"My day!" Tainyima rang!" Karl grumbled in Chinese, rubbing his ears vigorously, but everyone did not hear clearly, and the people around him were stunned by the explosion.

A women's red bowler hat burst out of the firecracker, and George put it on Percy's head, who was quietly eating, causing the soup to spill all over him.

"Clean up!" Carl said, pointing to Percy's clothes, and they were immediately clean.

"That's good magic, Carl!" Percy said solemnly, "you really shouldn't mess around with George and Fred, they're just going to lead you astray." ”

"Eat your stuff!" Fred shoved a chicken leg into Percy's mouth, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The Christmas dinner was so successful that even Carl was so happy that he couldn't help but stay a little longer and didn't immediately go back to reading.

During this time, George and Fred ran to the pile of firecrackers and took out a large bundle, and they rang several sticks while standing there.

There was a mess of things in the firecrackers, and when they saw one of them, the two of them glanced at the table at the same time, where Carl was, and then laughed evilly and muttered in a low voice.

Karl was sitting there eating, not even noticing what was going on with the twins.

Percy and Charlie left first after they had eaten enough, Percy seemed to be really busy preparing for the prefectural election, and Charlie was still the old reason, he had to race against time to prepare for N.E.W.TS.

After a while, the two suddenly came over and stared at Carl.

"What are you going to do?" Karl had a bad feeling.

The twins looked at each other, and George said, "Carl, I suddenly noticed something!"

"What's the matter?" Karl wondered, his bad premonition growing stronger.

Fred smirked and said, "You look a little bit like a girl!"

Without giving Carl the slightest chance to react, the twins jerked something out of behind him.

A shiny pink princess dress.

"Why don't you put it on and try it on?" said the two of them in unison.

Carl looked at the princess dress for half a second.

"Don't even think about it!"

He yelled.

Carl kind of agreed with Percy.

He wasn't supposed to be mixed with twins in the first place.

He is only eleven years old, and at this age, if a boy is particularly good-looking, he does look a little like a girl, but it is only a little, and when he grows up, there will be no such thing.

And regardless of temperament or behavior, others only need to look at it to know that Carl is a boy, and there is no feminine trend at all, but if you wear women's clothes......

"That's absolutely impossible!" shouted Carl.

He knew too well that women's clothing had never been zero and countless times.

......

In the end, Carl didn't make it to the beautiful princess dress.

"It's a shame. George said with a sigh.

For some reason, he and Fred's left hands were clasped tightly, and they had to pretend as if they were holding something together.

"It's going to look good, Carl!" said Fred, grimly.

"It's your mouths that stick together next time!" Karl said viciously.

The twins didn't dare to speak.