Longevity and strength.

It was right now in front of his eyes, almost at his fingertips.

It's simply a buy-one-get-one-free, one-time pay, double return.

"I promised!" said Karl decisively.

He's not stupid, he can't even find such a good thing with a lantern.

It may be worse than Dumbledore, but Voldemort's magical attainments are definitely at the top level, and Karl knows this very well.

Although the two of them had only taken one class, that kind of weight-lifting teaching method would never have been possible without years of immersion in the field of advanced magic.

As Voldemort said, what he taught Carl was not something simple, but a compulsory course for Auror training at the Ministry of Magic.

But with such a profound knowledge of magic, Voldemort said it in such a simple and easy-to-understand way, without mixing those clouds and fog and unknown theories.

Karl, who often runs the forbidden book district, has a lot to say about this.

Many wizards who delve into advanced magical theories like to write things in their books that others can't understand.

In fact, most of them only do what they want by accident, but even they can't tell how to do it.

This alone shows how deep Voldemort's magical realm really is.

Come to think of it, this is also the reason why he has been doing wind and rain in the UK for many years, but he is still standing.

Voldemort could almost literally be one of the strongest Dark wizards of all time.

And his life's knowledge, to Karl, can be called a priceless treasure, and its preciousness is even higher than the Philosopher's Stone.

Carl paid nothing more than running errands for Voldemort based on the information he already knew.

And the harvest is everything he dreams of.

At the same time, for Voldemort, resurrection is his greatest desire at the moment, and all he has to pay is knowledge, which can be replicated infinitely, which is equivalent to giving nothing.

What do you mean by that?

It's a win-win deal!

As for what impact Voldemort will have on the wizarding world after his resurrection -

See the ghosts of his wizarding world!

This kind of service that goes straight to the full level is in front of you, don't be a big fool.

Voldemort was taken aback by Carl's decisiveness, he even prepared the lines after Carl's refusal, but he didn't expect Carl to nod directly and agree.

"Very good! Carl! very good!"

While saying two "very good", Voldemort's originally hoarse voice was a little sharper.

Here, seeing that Carl agreed, Quirrell immediately said, "As far as I know, master, Dumbledore has a troll hiding in the dungeon!

"There's no way to do that!" Karl interrupted Quirrell, but his eyes were on Voldemort.

He wasn't stupid, Quirrell's words must have been Voldemort's words.

The two glued together, and there was no difference between Quirrell's discovery and Voldemort's.

"Unleash trolls on Halloween to draw the attention of all the teachers and students so that you can steal the Philosopher's Stone, or do you just want me to do it, am I right?"

Without waiting for Voldemort to answer, Karl said directly: "That's just going to startle the snake!

There was another thing Carl didn't say, Dumbledore didn't put the Philosopher's Stone under the trapdoor on the fourth floor at all.

Voldemort didn't say anything, but Quirrell spoke, "Master, he's just trying to trick you! he just wants to learn advanced magic from you, he doesn't really want to help you get the Philosopher's Stone—"

"Shut up, idiot!" Voldemort snapped.

Quirrell was immediately silent.

"I didn't tell him to say that, Carl. Voldemort whispered, his voice with a distinct hiss, apparently in a parseltongue tone.

"You'll have to forgive Quirinus, Carl, he's a little jealous of you. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Karl looked at Voldemort with a frown, a little confused.

"That's my original plan, Carl. If you refuse to help. Voldemort looked at Karl and said.

"Like you said, it's an unlikely project, and we all know where that stone is now. ”

Karl's eyes widened as he looked at Voldemort.

Voldemort grinned and smiled, and with his scarlet eyes and flat nose, it was still so hideous and terrifying.

But what he said surprised Carl.

"I have to admit, Carl, after seeing you, I suddenly noticed one thing, I seem to have changed a lot now compared to when I was younger. ”

"It's been a long time since I've seriously thought about it!"

"During this time, I have remembered a lot of things from my youth, Carl, that nosy old man is not such an easy character to deal with!"

"He already knew that I was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and even brought the Philosopher's Stone to Hogwarts so that I could steal it!"

Karl's eyes widened.

"But even now, I'm going to let Quirrell do it. ”

"The old man wanted me to steal the stones, and I just got along with him!"

"I'm going to tell him I'm coming!"

"That way, he'll take the stone out of the headmaster's room and put it under that damn trapdoor!"

With that, Voldemort looked at Karl again, "So Carl, you don't need to do anything this time, just watch!

......

With a copy of Cutting-Edge Dark Arts Revealed, Carl walked out of the Room of Requirement.

This time, Voldemort didn't teach him anything directly, but gave him the book.

For the first time, Carl didn't wait to open the book.

His mind was in a trance.

Voldemort learned to think, is that still Voldemort?

Did he accidentally release something terrible?

In a trance, he seemed to see someone, and Carl instantly came to his senses.

"Who!"

"You promised him, didn't you?"

Carl cautiously took a few steps forward, letting the fluorescent glow illuminate the figure.

I saw the man leaning against the wall on the left side of the hallway, his hands on his chest, looking up at him.

However, a shadow hung over the man, and even if there was a fluorescent flicker, Carl couldn't see his face clearly.

"I have to say, boy! you've disappointed me. ”

As he spoke, the man's index and middle fingers tapped his forehead and gave Carl a salute.

"We'll meet again. ”

As soon as he spoke, the shadow that enveloped him gradually dissipated, revealing his true appearance.

Karl raised his hand and there was an Avada shot, no track, no warning, but he was still easily picked out by the man with his wand.

"A little progress, isn't it?" the man complimented.

Then he shook his head again, "But it's still too far off." ”

But it doesn't look like this guy came to fight with him.

Although it was no longer the face of the man from last semester, Carl was sure that the person in front of him was him.

Carl rubbed his eyebrows, his brain aching.

So much had happened in the course of the day that his head was almost a mess.

Forcing his mind straight, Karl said to the man, "What shall I call you?"

"Jim Green?"

"Or Gellert Grindelwald?"