Nick and Louise seemed to be getting wider and wider.

Looking at what he had in his hands, Carl thought.

This is his birthday present this year, an invisibility cloak, woven from the wool of the invisible beast, which is extremely expensive.

He didn't need anything like that, but according to Nick and Louise, if a child doesn't receive a birthday present, the rest of the year won't go well.

Although every time they asked, the two of them said, "This is an adult's business, children just need to live a good childhood with peace of mind." Such words are prevaricating, but judging from the actions of his adoptive parents in the past two years, it seems that the two of them did not put the three million away.

"I didn't expect Harry Potter and I to have the same birthday. Carl muttered to himself.

Of course he noticed Harry.

In Diagon Alley, a giant man taller than two people stacked together and a boy with black-circled glasses and unkempt hair are not too eye-catching.

At this time, Karl was sitting on the train to Hogwarts, still the same as before, the last carriage, a single room.

George and Fred went early to scourge others.

With his start-up capital, the two are now on the path of no return for the "Weasley magic trick".

It was getting dark, and his shadow was reflected on the car window, and it seemed that he was much more mature than last year.

At least, George and Fred couldn't say he looked like a girl anymore.

Not being bothered by toads, not being accosted like last year, Carl sat contentedly all the way to Hogwarts, not once getting up in between.

With a sense of superiority that sophomores have to watch freshman military training, Carl watched as a group of first-year kids were taken away by Hagrid and boarded on a ship to Hogwarts Castle.

He, along with the other grade students, got into the carriage where there was no horse-drawn carriage in sight.

Only he saw Thestrals.

Black, hairless, scrawny, with a pair of wings, it can be called a hairless version of the eagle-headed horse-body winged beast, but the wings are the wings of the bat.

After looking outside the car, Carl turned his gaze to the inside of the car.

In addition to him, two Hufflepuff boys were sitting across from him.

The two boys didn't dare to look at him, just pretending not to care about chatting with each other, but from time to time they peeked at him with their spare eyes.

For a long time, until the carriage began to move, the two men ended their conversation, and one of the boys faced Carl, his face flushed, he took a deep breath, and said a long series of words without a pause:

"Hello, I'm Green, Jim Green. You're Carl, right? I can't believe it's you! You invented Hearthstone, right? I'm a big fan of yours, can you sign me?"

As he spoke, he handed over a newspaper, the same Daily Prophet that had covered Hearthstone last semester, with his headshot on it.

Karl sighed helplessly and took the newspaper over.

"Well, do you have a pen?" Karl asked.

"Oh! oh!" the boy slapped his head in frustration, and the boy next to him immediately blamed him.

"Forget it, forget it. ”

Stopping the two from blaming each other, Karl drew his wand, the tip of which slid over the newspaper, leaving ink on it, and in a matter of moments he wrote his name.

"Give. ”

"Great!" the boy cautiously took it, excitedly exchanging his head with the boy next to him.

After a few words, when the carriage jolted to the castle gate, Karl got out of the carriage and walked down the steps into the castle gate, followed the crowd through the antechamber, and finally entered the auditorium.

"Hey!

As soon as he entered the auditorium, the twins beckoned to him from Gryffindor's seat, and Carl walked over and sat down next to them.

George yelled at him with a mysterious face: "You can't imagine who we saw on the train!"

"Harry Potter. Karl glanced at him.

"Oh, Carl, it's boring to talk to you!" complained George.

"yes, you always seem to know everything. Fred nodded.

"Remove the 'as if'. Carl said.

He then turned his gaze to the faculty chairs at the front of the auditorium.

At this time, the first-year freshmen had not yet entered, and the branch had not yet begun, but the professors were already sitting there early.

Karl's gaze lingered for a moment on Quirrell, who was talking to Snape.

Finally, he stopped his gaze in the middle of the faculty chair.

Dumbledore wasn't there.

"Where's Dumbledore?" asked Cal.

"We didn't see him either. Fred said.

"Yes. Karl nodded, not saying anything more.

Soon, all the senior students had entered the auditorium and sat in their seats in their respective houses.

In a small room on the side of the Great Hall, a group of first-year wizards listened nervously and excitedly to Professor McGonagall about the Sorting House, and from time to time someone poked their heads out to glance into the Great Hall, and then hurriedly retracted their heads.

"Look at those little ones!" said George.

Fred sighed and said with infinite emotion, "If you think about it, we were once young. ”

After a blank look, Carl's gaze remained on the faculty seat.

But throughout, Dumbledore did not appear.

After a few moments, Professor McGonagall walked out of the hut, walked to the front of the auditorium, and said, "Ready, the sorting will begin soon." ”

With that, she walked into the hut again and walked out with a group of young wizards.

As a group of young wizards stood in front of the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall set out a four-legged stool and placed the Sorting Hat on it.

Then, the hat began to sing.

All the seniors looked at each other, and at this time, Dumbledore would have had to sit in the middle of the staff and wait for the house, but until now, he had not appeared.

The older classmen began to talk to each other, and their voices quickly drowned out the singing of the Sorting Hat.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

She looked at the audience with a serious face and said, "Professor Dumbledore has something to do, and I will preside over this opening banquet." ”

Now, the following discussion is louder.

Carl frowned, Dumbledore had disappeared again, he had disappeared for more than a month last semester, and this time he had even missed the welcome dinner.

"Silence!" Professor McGonagall's voice was like thunder, overshadowing everyone at once.

She looked down with a frosty face, which made all the seniors shiver.

Now, no one dares to speak.

"Go on!" Professor McGonagall nodded back at the Sorting Hat, who cleared her throat and soon began singing again.

The sorting ceremony continued, and there were no surprises, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger were all sorted into Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall played Dumbledore's role very well, and even in addition to the chaos at the beginning, she still had control over Dumbledore.

As long as she colds her face, all the students are terrified.

However, Carl didn't notice this, and he had been wandering throughout the sorting ceremony.

It wasn't until the smell of food got into his nose that he focused on what was in front of him.