"I, Carl Cooper, promise to help Tom Riddle himself while he is at Hogwarts, and each help must be agreed upon by both parties in exchange for an equivalent reward agreed upon by both parties, and that they shall not harm each other while the oath is being enforced......"

It was an unbreakable oath that Carl had made with Voldemort.

Unbreakable oaths are made in many forms, but they generally fall into three categories: the oath of equality, the oath of allegiance, and the contract of event.

The first two did not require witnesses, and Karl made the first with Voldemort.

Compared with the latter two, the first type of oath is relatively free and less restrictive, but it is only relatively speaking, once both parties agree to something, the oath will automatically evolve into the third type - event contract.

In this way, it must be done, and there is no excuse to make it.

"You can't lie than you swear an unbreakable oath, Carl. ”

Perhaps because the Philosopher's Stone was moving away, Voldemort calmed down again, and looked at Karl in a voice like a whisper.

"Yes, lying cannot deceive an unbreakable oath. ”

Carl nodded.

The unbreakable oath is no ordinary contract magic, it is made on the soul of the oath-bearer, and simple verbal deception cannot fool it.

If someone plays tricks on language, the oath will correct it by defaulting to the truth - you can't even swear by a fake name, because that's no different from using your real name.

"But," Karl looked at Voldemort and smiled.

"You can fool yourself by lying. ”

......

Magic, it's so fascinating.

From the day Carl walked through the doors of Hogwarts he knew that nothing could stop him from learning it.

For this, he racked his brains.

To other young wizards, the Hogwarts Library may have been nothing more than a room of his own, a repository of materials for homework, but for him, it was like a temple, a temple of knowledge.

His thirst for magic makes him do his best.

However, like everyone else, even he himself was far underestimated by himself.

In this life, perhaps the heavens also knew that his handsome appearance would cause him incomparably great troubles, so in order for him to cope with these troubles, he was also endowed with unparalleled magical talent and a strong memory-

He's learning just too fast.

It was so fast that even he felt like a dream.

Half a year, just half a year, Hogwarts Library can't satisfy him.

After that, Dumbledore's approval of the forbidden book area was a relief for his urgent need.

He thought that this would allow him to sustain himself for a long time, after all, those advanced magical knowledge and powerful black magic could not be learned casually, and the theoretical knowledge involved was so complicated

But, like just said, he underestimated himself again.

The study of magic is as simple as eating and drinking water for him, and the most important point is that for him, the study of advanced magic is not much more difficult than ordinary magic, and he doesn't even need to struggle to understand those advanced theories, because those things seem to be imprinted directly in his mind as long as he reads them once.

It was as if he had known about them for a long time, but only remembered them after reading the book.

Soon, even the forbidden book zone could not satisfy him.

He thought he would get help from his teachers, and they did, and they were always there to answer his questions.

But, it's like there's an invisible diaphragm -

There was always an external force that prevented him from coming into contact with those truly advanced magical knowledge, and for almost a year, he didn't know why.

But then, he knew.

Voldemort, he actually got involved with Voldemort.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Carl looked at Dumbledore with a boundless apology.

So far, there is nothing to hide.

"From the day I discovered that I had nearly identical eyes to Voldemort, I became so suspicious of you that I didn't even tell you about his visit to school. ”

Carl pointed to Grindelwald, "At the end of last semester, he came to school for the first time, and I thought it was ......"

Shaking his head, Carl didn't continue.

But everyone present understood what he meant.

With great regret, Dumbledore looked back at Karl, "Carl, it's all my fault, my underestimation of you has caused a major error in my judgment, I should have told you all the truth sooner - you should have doubted that no one else but me would have been able to do that." ”

With that, Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald again, his eyes full of reproach.

"Hey, what does this have to do with me, why do you keep putting the cauldron—" Grindelwald exclaimed in dissatisfaction.

"Shut up, Gellert, it's all because of you!" Dumbledore interrupted him angrily.

"You said it was all your own fault. With some disbelief, Grindelwald whispered, but did not say anything to refute.

Seeing this, Dumbledore ignored him and turned to Carl and said, "Please continue, Carl, we all want to know how you deceived that unbreakable oath, and I, Tom, am also curious, right?"

As he spoke, he looked at Voldemort.

The latter didn't look at him, he was still looking at Carl.

Carl took a deep breath.

"Like I said, I'm learning too fast, and by the second grade, the knowledge in books is no longer enough for me—"

"It's not the mountains of magic spells, it's the knowledge behind them. ”

"After all, mantras are ever-changing, but knowledge is at the core. ”

As soon as the words fell, Dumbledore, who had just asked Carl to continue, took the initiative to interject.

With a look of amazement on his face, he spoke:

"Carl, I should have talked to you sooner, I'm amazed at how much you know about magic. ”

"I'll just say!" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore smugly, "you are still trying to control him, this kid's talent is far beyond your imagination!"

To Grindelwald's surprise, Dumbledore nodded approvingly, "Yes, Gellert, it's really my fault." ”

"Please continue, Carl. Dumbledore made a gesture of please.

Carl nodded, "I knew before the start of second grade that self-study alone would no longer satisfy me, and that I needed a teacher. ”

"The first thing I wanted to do was you, Professor. Karl looked at Dumbledore, "Although I was suspicious of you at the time, there is no better teacher in this world than you. ”

"Boy, are you sure you think so?" said Grindelwald.

Even Voldemort had a strange expression on his face.

Carl ignored the two of them, "But what I didn't expect was that you weren't at school since the opening party, and I was going to talk to you about it at that time." ”

"Then I thought of another person, a wizard almost as good as you, and it was close at hand. ”

As he spoke, Carl looked at Voldemort, who had confusion in his eyes, which made Carl a little embarrassed, after all, the other party had taught him so much, and he had been using the tricks from the beginning.

"Yes, I saw through the back of Quirrell's head early in the morning, right at the opening party. ”

Of course, the main reason is because he knew it in advance, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately looked at it.

"I knew it was a tiger hunt, so I kept hesitating, but I didn't expect you to take the initiative to find me. ”

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