Harry struggled to keep himself from screaming.

It's really a terrifying scene in front of me.

A little girl in a white dress, but—

The little girl, who was supposed to be like an angel, had all the skin on half of her face, and all that was exposed was red and blackened muscles and miserable white teeth.

On the other side of the face, the blue skin, the cyan blood vessels are faintly visible under the skin, with the blue eyeballs, and the faint smell in the air.

It's obviously a long time gone.

However, what does it mean that people who have been dead for a long time still move?

Zombie, seeing this terrifying scene in front of him, this word immediately popped into Carl's mind.

No wonder he felt familiar when he heard the roar, the zombies in the movies of the previous life were called like this.

However, after spending so much time in the wizarding world, he instinctively linked the scene in front of him to magic.

Unconsciously, Karl looked at Voldemort.

Yin corpse.

The word popped into Carl's head.

Dead bodies resurrected with black magic have no souls, but they are able to walk in the world.

It is an extremely evil magical creation.

He wouldn't do this kind of black magic.

So far, he has learned several black arts, such as the Three Unforgivable Spells, the Fierce Fire Spell, etc., but most of these spells are relatively direct and aggressive.

And the way to make the Yin corpse, he probably understood, is not something that can be done with a simple spell.

Although it was mentioned in "Cutting-edge Black Arts Revealed", the production method is very complicated, and no matter how talented he is, he has limited energy.

He has only been in the wizarding world for two years, and the Yin Corpse is too chicken for him, and he does not have the ambition to use the Yin Corpse to protect any treasure or form an army of his own to realize his ambitions.

Whether it was to rule the wizarding world, or to bring wizards back to dominance, that wasn't what he wanted.

If he had to find a goal or pursuit, it could only be to improve his magic level, and then, on that basis, make himself stronger.

Getting stronger......

Karl smacked his lips.

Looking at the walking corpse in front of him, which was enough to stop a child from crying at night, somehow, Carl's mind suddenly turned, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

He suddenly discovered that after entering the wizarding world, for a while, he had forgotten his original intention.

The dazzling magic, the bizarre magic props, the colorful magical world, all of this seemed to blind him.

He had forgotten what he had been doing for years since he was four years old when he discovered he had superpowers—trying to make himself stronger.

Well, compared to the native wizards of other worlds, out of all the wizards of his age at Hogwarts, he has worked hard enough.

However, this kind of effort is more like the student-type effort when I was preparing for the college entrance examination in the third year of high school in my previous life, rather than the kind of effort that I have to make more money as an adult who has entered the society and is overwhelmed by the mortgage and milk powder money.

It's not a very accurate analogy, but Carl couldn't find a more appropriate one—

It's only when you work that you realize how happy you are when you go to school.

The college entrance examination is only three days, but after work, every day is the college entrance examination.

Thinking of this, I have to say that looking at the terrifying walking corpse in front of him, Carl's heart was not turbulent, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

If the real world only had to face this kind of thing every day, then he probably wouldn't have lived so tired in his last life.

Looks like I'm going to have to work a little harder, Carl thought.

Why don't you wait a little while for the start of school and talk to Professor McGonagall about getting him to make a bunk in the library?

The first and second grades are too young to be allowed, so the third grade must be accommodating, right?

Despite his thoughts, Carl didn't take his attention off the spot.

What he really cared about was not the walking dead in front of him, but the plummeting temperature around him.

Whether the zombie in front of you is a mutant infected by a virus or a yin corpse resurrected by black magic, it is impossible to make the surrounding temperature drop, which is obviously not something that a zombie can do.

There were other wizards, and Carl was a little wary in his heart.

Moreover, the wizard who can create a yin corpse must be a dark wizard.

Other Dark Wizards......

Karl glanced at Voldemort.

Truth be told, Carl wasn't that worried.

When it comes to dark wizards, there is no more dangerous one than the one beside him.

What's more, he still has some skills himself.

But the question is, who will it be?

It's the height of summer, but the temperature has dropped to near freezing.

As the zombies drew closer, Harry found his wand sweating in his palms.

Beside him, Karl and his cousin had not moved, and Harry's heart was almost in his throat.

In the past six months, he has not been in the library for nothing.

It had taken almost all of his willpower to resist the urge to blast all the curses he knew at the terrifying little girl in front of him.

However, it may be the best option at the moment.

However, neither Carl nor his cousin moved, and Harry did not dare to act rashly.

What's more, there is also the law that prohibits minors from using magic outside of school.

"Carl, did you find him?"

Voldemort whispered.

For Carl's perceptual ability, Voldemort personally comprehended -

In the past month, I have found his traces repeatedly, although each time it is a little bit close...... In other areas, Voldemort glanced at Karl, this kid is not a little close, but in terms of perception, I have to say that even he, the greatest Dark Lord of all time, is ashamed of himself.

Karl glanced at Voldemort and shook his head.

His vision allowed him to see all the magical beings around a hundred meters without using his naked eyes.

But right now, apart from him, Voldemort and Harry, and the terrifying creature in front of him, no source of magic entered his vision.

However, the magic power of the monster in front of him is very peculiar.

After being in the wizarding world for so long, Carl had never seen such magic.

The lack of words made it impossible for him to even find an adjective to describe it for a while.

In short, it was completely different from the composition of magic he knew.

Hearing Karl's words, a smile appeared on Voldemort's handsome face.

In an instant, the air, which had already fallen to freezing, dropped a few points again.

"Carl, what should we do?"

Glancing at the zombies, Harry felt like he was about to lose control of himself.

Either attack or run away, you can't stand here and wait for the monster to come.

"Carl!!"

Harry screamed anxiously, the curse almost coming out of his throat.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the wizarding secrecy method.

At this moment,

"Bang!"

A loud bang came from the side.

Harry jerked to the side.

Carl was holding a silver pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was still steaming.

Feeling the hard touch on the handle, the EU limited replica M1911 pistol snatched from Jim Carrey's hand once again burst out of her original power.

Karl glanced at the gun in his hand.

It's really strange, after two years in the wizarding world, how can I feel more comfortable using a gun after using magic for such a long time......

A headshot.