Karl didn't participate in the conversation at the end, just sat quietly in the corner reading a book.

He didn't really have much in common with the twins, but there were some points of view that Percy found interesting. At the same time, he was completely sure of one thing, he was one year older than Harry Potter and Ron, and the Weasley twins were in their second year this year.

He also saw that Ron's eyes were always on Hela, and at one point he even wanted to touch her up close. But every time he tries to do so, he's forced back by Hela's hawkeye.

Carl only glanced at these things and didn't pay attention to them, and nothing could interfere with his interest in reading.

But soon, a man appeared.

"Look who this is?" a frivolous and haughty voice sounded, and a man with blond hair approached.

At this point, Carl is seeing the crux of the first chapter of The Theory of Magic, about the effect of mindset on the effect of spellcasting:

"If you cast a spell with a vicious mindset, there is a high probability that you will cast dark magic. If you cast a spell with a positive attitude, most of the magic released will have a positive effect. On the other hand, if the caster recites the Dark Arts spell with a positive attitude, he will most likely not succeed, and even if he succeeds, the effect will be weak, and similarly, if the caster uses a vicious mindset to release magic with a positive effect, it will definitely not have a good result, and it will even eat the caster himself. ”

This paragraph is interesting to read for Carl, if you deduce this paragraph to the extreme, can you think that as long as the will is strong enough and the goal is clear, then you can release the spell you want without reciting a spell.

In this way, the passage can be associated with silent spellcasting.

At the same time, if -

"Look at who you're going to talk to, it's a shame to be pure-blooded!" the blonde man sarcastically said.

Damn!, Karl's mind was interrupted by this sarcasm.

Looking up, Carl was seeing the blonde man.

Lucius Malfoy.

Karl's gaze instantly froze, and he immediately realized what was happening. It must have been Malfoy Sr. who saw the Arthur Weasleys sitting with his adoptive parents.

At the same time, he saw the unease in Nick and Louise's eyes.

Anger rose and filled Carl's chest in an instant. For a moment, Carl's eyes even glowed red.

In the field, I don't know if it was an illusion or what, everyone felt as if the air had suddenly become a little colder.

As if feeling something, Lucius Malfoy glanced out of his eyes and suddenly saw Carl in the corner.

Lucius Malfoy had a ridiculously familiar feeling in Karl's cold black eyes, and for some reason, his heart suddenly panicked. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Malfoy averted his gaze and turned his head away without saying a word, and when he reached the door, he was mixed by the threshold.

"What's going on?" said Mr. Weasley, inexplicably, he was ready to fight Malfoy, but he didn't expect the latter to leave directly.

With Malfoy stirring up the situation, the meeting with the Weasleys ended in a hurry.

In the evening, Nick drove Carl and Louise back to his home at 28 Hadlow Road.

Without Nick's help, Carl dragged a bunch of magical items he had bought back to his room with Hela's cage.

After closing the door, Carl, who had been tossing all day, was finally able to stay quietly alone for a while.

He took his wand out of his pocket and stared at the pattern on it in a daze.

It was a beautiful wand, slender but extremely resilient, and Carl felt a strong vibration from above, proving that the wand itself was extremely powerful.

Not only that, but when he used to exercise his strength, Carl always felt very uncomfortable, he could make things float, manipulate them to fly around, and even block some non-violent impacts, but there was always a barrier between him and the power in his body, and he couldn't touch them directly. Every time I use them, it's like a person who is not strong is struggling to move a sandbag, full of stagnation.

But now, the moment he held the wand, that feeling was completely gone.

With a wave of his wand, a book on the desk flew into Carl's hand.

He could do it without a wand, but he had to concentrate to make it so light-hearted.

This trick is not a flying spell, but a use of magic, it is necessary to see the object, and there is also a requirement for distance, which can only be counted as a small trick.

The magic of the world of Harry Potter is interesting, it is not an energy, but an ability, like a wizard's third hand, with which Carl "grabs" the book on the desk.

After lying in bed for a while, Carl felt that he was almost rested.

He sat up and pulled out the Theory of Magic from a pile of magic books, trying to get back the ideas that had been interrupted.

However, it seemed that God was destined not to let him continue, and before he could open the book, there was a knock at the door.

"Honey, we noticed the look in your eyes during the day, are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Karl shouted to the door.

To be honest, he didn't pay attention to the day's events. His addiction to magic made him forget everything for a short time.

"Honey, are you really okay? Nick and I are worried about you. ”

"Alas. Karl sighed, put the book down, and got up from the bed.

He walked to the door and opened it, and Nick and Louise were standing outside.

Seeing Carl open the door, both of them seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. They swung Carl up and down until they were sure that Karl was fine.

As soon as Nick and Louise were gone, Carl became distraught.

There are all kinds of signs that there seems to be some secrets hidden in his body, and as a time-traveler, he doesn't even know what is hidden in his body, which makes him feel very unhappy.

After thinking about it, Carl walked over to the cage where Hela was kept, opened the cage, and then went to the window to open the window.

Hela fluttered her wings and flew down to the windowsill and looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Go, go for a ride, you're hungry too, get yourself something to eat. Carl touched Hela's feathers and said.

The latter heard him, pecked his hand lightly, and jumped out of the window with a kick of his legs.

Looking at Hela as she soared into the sky, Carl fell into deep thought.