It didn't take long for Madam Pomfrey to come out of the cubicle with Hermione, just in time to see Malfoy sitting up.

"Malfoy, why are you sitting up, don't you want to be better?"

"My injuries are completely healed, Madam Pomfrey. Malfoy said immediately.

Malfoy would have preferred to pretend to be sick in normal times, but right now, he really didn't want to be in the same room as Potter and Weasley.

Madam Pomfrey didn't think it would be so easy to let him go.

"It's up to me when your wounds heal! Now, lie down and cover your back! I'll have to give you medicine in a moment! If you don't want the pit in your head to stay there forever!"

Malfoy was shocked when he heard this, and it seemed that he had no idea how badly he had been injured.

Helpless, he had to lie down again with a constipated face.

Beside him, Harry and Ron's faces suddenly swollen red, and it seemed that they also knew about it.

The two of them held back their laughter, for fear that laughing too hard would affect the recovery of their spine.

Madam Pomfrey pulled Hermione aside and whispered a few words.

Then, Hermione seemed to say something to her, and the latter gave Carl a strange look.

She frowned and whispered a few more words to Hermione, her tone seemed a little heavy, and for some reason, Hermione's face turned red for some reason.

At this point, Carl was thinking about something else and didn't notice.

After a while, the two returned.

Madam Pomfrey said, "Hurry up, you two, and don't disturb the three of them to rest, for the three of them will have to live in the courtyard for at least a week!"

With that, he rushed Carl and Hermione out of the school hospital, without giving them a chance to talk more.

Helpless, the two had to go out.

Not far from the school hospital, Hermione stopped.

"What's wrong?" Karl looked at her quizzically.

Hermione stared into his eyes, "Madam Pomfrey said to keep an eye on my diet, Carl. ”

"Shall I just say?" said Karl.

Hermione glared at him immediately, "It's not as exaggerated as you say, Madam Pomfrey said you just need to pay a little attention!

With that, ignoring Karl, he took a long step and walked away.

Karl blinked.

This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancients for thousands of years, how can it become a crooked reason?

Besides, what's wrong with Hermione?

Sure enough, because a good friend came, the whole person became moody?

......

Half past eight in the morning, Quirrell's office.

Voldemort's face was furious, and his eyes glowed dangerously red.

"What's going on?" asked Carl curiously.

He was called suddenly, and he was going to go to class, but there was no one in the classroom.

When I went back to the lounge and asked, I found out that although there is no holiday on Halloween, because of last night's incident, the teachers need to check the school, and all students have a day off.

At first, he wondered what was going on when he was so blatantly called over during the day.

As soon as he arrived at Quirrell's office, he saw that Voldemort didn't even hide it, and his face was full of anger.

Shouldn't it?

The trolls have also been released, and it stands to reason that the plan is not executing smoothly?

Voldemort glanced behind his head, and Quirrell let out a scream.

After a few moments, when he stopped, Voldemort spoke, "This idiot! Carl! He almost killed Harry Potter!"

Ouch, I'm going! Carl almost didn't scare his wand off.

Is this still your old man's line?

Voldemort saw what Karl was thinking at a glance, and said, "Harry Potter must be killed by me, Carl!

It turned out that it was because of the prophecy, Karl nodded, and said nothing more.

It seems that although Voldemort has changed a lot, he is still clinging to that prophecy.

But now, Carl was a lot more relieved, he was really afraid that Voldemort would ask him to help kill Harry, and then give him some benefits that he couldn't refuse at all.

Maybe his head will be hot, so he will directly agree.

"And what did you call me this time for?" Karl asked tentatively.

"That big dog, Carl, we've got to figure out how we can get through it without alerting the other teachers. Voldemort said, "I need you to do something for me." ”

"Go get a dragon egg. ”

......

Karl looked at Voldemort in a daze, and it took him a long time to understand what he was talking about.

It turns out that your old man doesn't know how to get through Lu Weina yet.

You don't know what kind of dragon egg do you want to ask me?

But think about it, without knowing in advance, who could know that the weakness of such a ferocious three-headed giant dog is listening to songs.

The three-headed dog is no simple character, as described in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, it is very rare and extremely dangerous, with a danger rating of five stars.

Like unicorns and dragons, its fur is resistant to most magic, and only very powerful spells can penetrate its fur and act on it.

At the same time, its power is also very large, almost on the same level as the dragon.

Perhaps it's so rare that even Newt Scamander, the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, hasn't seen it in person, let alone introduced its weaknesses in the book.

For such a creature, it is almost impossible for the average wizard to subdue it if he does not know its weaknesses.

Perhaps, with Quirrell's ability and Voldemort's guidance, it is not impossible to subdue Lowe, but then the movement will be too big.

All of this was just a spin in Karl's mind, and he heard Voldemort say again: "I know Hagrid, that stupid big guy, that big dog must have been raised by him, he likes these things, as long as there are dragon eggs, that idiot will say anything!"

Without thinking about it, Karl tried to make up a reason to tell the information that he had gotten from Hagrid to Louwe, but before he could say anything, he stopped.

Since coming to Hogwarts, he has been in the library for more than a year, and it has almost become his instinct.

But with so much going on these days, he really wanted to go out and relax.

And today is Friday, because of the accident, all students have one day off, Saturday and Sunday, exactly three days.

A little long vacation!

Thinking of this, Carl wanted to go out for a walk even more.

So, he asked, "Well, do you have a clue? Where do I have to go?"

Voldemort wouldn't let him go to a dragon's den in the wilderness and steal an egg, would he?

"Of course, Carl!" Voldemort's scarlet eyes flashed with remembrance, "there's a place where anything you want, as long as you have the money, can get it from him." ”