He was laughing. ”

"Why is he smiling again?"

"Why is he still smiling?"

"Hey? I don't seem to be smiling. ”

"Why are you laughing again?"

One fat and one thin, the two navy soldiers just stood in front of Karl and kept talking.

In the eyes of the two, the boy looked at the sky like a fool, with a serious smile on his face for a while.

To be honest, the weather is really weird at this time, with thunder and lightning at one time, and finally it is even more cloudy like night, and even at first it really scared the two of them, but they didn't watch it all the time.

"He seems to have surrendered just now, can we control him first? ”

The thin man looked at the fat man.

The fat man gave him a blank look, "We have to confirm whether he is a nobleman or not, otherwise it is a felony to arrest a nobleman rashly!"

The thin man blinked, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"But why does he keep laughing?"

"Maybe he thought of something funny. ”

"Perhaps, he's trying to kill you guys in some way!"

A slightly sissy voice sounded behind the two of them, so frightened that the two quickly turned around and pointed their guns at the people behind them.

Pointed at two flintlock pistols, Jack Sparrow was unmoved.

Stretching out her orchid finger, she pointed behind the two of them, "Your enemy is there." ”

The two of them turned back willingly and pointed their guns at Carl, but immediately put them down again.

And when Jack walked around to the two from behind, the two immediately raised their guns and pointed them at him again.

"Please keep your distance, sir. ”

"Hey!" Jack looked dissatisfied.

"Why do you two point your guns at me and not at him?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Karl.

"Yes, why?" the thin man looked at the fat man suspiciously.

The fat man was so angry that he was almost stupid, and he glanced at the thin man fiercely, "We can't point a gun at a possible nobleman!"

Then he looked back at Jack and asked unceremoniously, "What do you do, sir?"

The gun was pointed at the latter, and the bayonet fixed to the gun almost stabbed Jack in the face.

Opening his mouth, Jack was about to speak, when suddenly, there was a strange sound on the sea in the distance, and the sound of the sea breeze and the waves were combined, sounding like ......

"Someone singing?!"

As if he had seen a ghost, the thin man looked at the sea in the distance.

"What are you crazy about, how can anyone be in-"

Halfway through the sentence, the fat man stopped talking, and apparently, he heard it too.

With his mouth wide open, he stared at the distant sky in a daze.

A ray of sunlight shone through the dark clouds, and coincidentally, it shone on the face of the boy in front of him.

Immediately after, the dark clouds cleared, and the sky suddenly cleared.

Letting the sun shine on his face, Carl looked at the sky for a moment before suddenly bowing his head.

Poseidon Trident?

Carl looked odd.

Speaking of which, it turned out to be Poseidon who was talking to him just now, and what was even stranger was that Poseidon actually asked him to help destroy his own trident.

But for now, none of that is his concern.

If his memory was correct, only one person in the world knew the location of the Trident so far.

And the key to finding this person, Carl suddenly looked at Jack Sparrow beside him.

Just one glance startled the latter.

Jack had never seen such a look on the face of a boy who looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old.

It was a look of unyielding obedience, and the determination in his gaze made him, a well-informed old pirate, shudder, as if any obstacle that dared to stand in the way of the boy would be completely shattered.

At the same time, not far from the dock, a cry of surprise reached the ears of several people.

"Oh my God, she's not breathing!"

Karl looked for prestige, and saw a beautiful woman with blond-brown hair lying on the shore not far away, and a navy soldier had rescued her.

But the problem was that the woman was lying there with her eyes closed, her chest not rising or falling in the slightest, and her face was frighteningly white.

At the same time, a gold coin with a skull painted on it was lying quietly on her chest.

It seemed that Jack Sparrow was about to say something to Carl, but he looked at Carl and then at the woman in the distance, hesitated, and his conscience made him run towards the woman.

At this moment, the two Royal Navy soldiers in front of Carl were dumbfounded, they didn't dare to leave Carl's side, but they didn't want Jack Sparrow to leave like this, after all, they hadn't asked the purpose of the latter's coming, so they had to shout at Jack's back from a distance.

"Sir, you haven't said your purpose yet!"

However, what made the two even more unexpected was that Carl didn't even care about them, and walked directly towards the woman with the man just now.

The two looked at each other stupidly, and they were ordered to watch the boy here and not let him go.

But now, the boy left without hesitation.

"Shall we follow?" the thin man looked at the fat man in a daze.

"We've been given the order to 'watch that boy here,' here, understand?" said the fat man, glaring at the thin man.

"But the boy wasn't here anymore. The thin man still looked at the fat man.

Instinctively, the fat man opened his mouth to refute, but he found that he couldn't say anything to refute at all.

"I promise we can keep up with him, so at least we're done for the second half of the mission. The thin man said hesitantly.

After thinking about it, the fat man nodded, "You're right. ”

With that, the two glanced at each other and hurriedly chased after Carl.

......

The icy walls of Azkaban were permeated with the most ancient and profound magic, but now, it had been blasted into a large hole.

The large black iron door was gone, and Voldemort's feet were once again on solid ground.

The way he looked at this time would have been frightened by the sight of any sane person.

Voldemort still shares the same body as Quirrell, but his face has shifted from the back of his head to the front, to the lower left, and Quirrell's face is squeezed to the upper right area.

The two faces were squeezed together, twisted and deformed by the squeezing of each other, Quirrell's face was still intact, and Voldemort's already hideous snake face looked even more terrifying.

However, standing in front of him, neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald seemed to see it.

"That boy, how did he disappear?" Standing in front of the old man, Voldemort stared coldly at Dumbledore.

Grindelwald stood on the side, clasped his hands on his chest without saying a word, and watched silently.

"Tom, knowing this won't help you get Carl back. Dumbledore shook his head.

Voldemort sneered, "Dumbledore, you mean, let me help find that boy without telling me how he disappeared?"

"Yes, Tom. Dumbledore nodded.

"I suppose you're also — "

"Stop, Albus, I'm not here with you to listen to you two talk!"

Grindelwald looked a little impatient.

He turned his head to look at Voldemort, "Now, you have two options. ”

"Help, come with us now. ”

"No, Albus and I will lock you up again. ”

"You choose. ”