Coming down from the rooftop, Carl sighed incessantly.

Why does he owe so much!

Just as his mind moved, golden threads appeared on his wrists.

Knowing that Voldemort didn't have any good intentions at all, he knew that Voldemort was using him.

But the temptation was too great, and as soon as it came up, Voldemort taught him a magic.

A magic spell of his own making, a defensive spell that summons a silver shield to block all magical attacks.

Even Avada's life can be directly blocked, and there is only a muffled bang when it hits it.

For the next year, "help in times of need" in exchange for "spells you can't imagine", the two sides of the vow could not harm each other, not even plot.

He made an oath with Voldemort, with Quirrell's hand.

One help in exchange for equal value in return.

Equivalent exchange, Tong Su is not bullied.

No matter how you look at it, it's a very good deal.

He deliberately kept an eye on it, and made sure many times that it was Voldemort, not Quirrell, who took the oath instead.

Once an unbreakable oath is established, it is absolutely impossible to break it, and once it is violated, even a bug-like existence like a Horcrux cannot prevent death from coming.

"Alas. ”

Karl sighed, he even knew what kind of trick Voldemort was using.

It's nothing more than boiling a frog in warm water.

Once he tasted the sweetness and became addicted to it.

He couldn't go back.

However, the oath has been established, and it is too late to regret it.

What do you mean by that?

At this moment, he is completely trapped in the abyss of sin and cannot extricate himself.

But the benefits are obvious, he doesn't have to worry about whether Voldemort will hide in the shadows, and he will be ruthless to him unconsciously.

......

After feeling sorry for himself for a while, Carl's mood gradually improved.

In any case, his "magic addiction" has finally been relieved.

Voldemort's magic was no simple thing, and the silver shield he summoned was indestructible.

It almost takes Transfiguration from a single aspect to the extreme, involving the transformation of the essential structure of matter.

It also confirms some of Karl's theoretical knowledge about Transfiguration, and to some extent, Transfiguration is really connected to alchemy, as evidenced by the silver shield that was summoned.

At the same time, this magic also involves a super-advanced application of the theory of magical defense in Charms.

All of this adds up to a long time to practice just to become proficient in this magic, not to mention the fact that there are many advanced applications waiting to be discovered.

Carl couldn't wait to find a place to give it a try.

However, because his mood fluctuated and changed too quickly, he ignored the situation around him, and by the time he came back to his senses, it was already a little late.

"Smell good, honey, they must be around here. ”

It's Filch, with his cat.

The sound came from under the stairs, and Karl poked his head out, and Filch's figure was on the stairs of the next floor, and as long as he continued to go down, he would definitely bump into him.

Carl frowned, he couldn't meet Filch, otherwise things would be troublesome.

Suddenly, there was a movement behind him.

He turned around and subconsciously drew his wand.

Then he saw three pairs of panicked eyes.

"Carl, is that you?!"

Hermione didn't expect to bump into Carl here anyway, she came to stop Harry and Ron from dueling with Malfoy, but she didn't expect Malfoy to release the two pigeons, and even more excessively, told Filch about the duel.

In order to avoid Filch, they ran from the third floor to the fourth floor, first encountering Peeves, and then panicking to the room that Professor McGonagall had ordered them to enter at the beginning of the school year.

There, they bumped into a large dog with three heads.

The three of them couldn't hide it anymore, and locked the door of the big dog with all their strength, and then ran upstairs desperately, but they didn't expect to get rid of Filch, but they ran into Carl.

It's just that, after such a delay, Filch has already caught up.

"Carl! hurry, it's too late to leave!" Hermione couldn't take care of her vow never to talk to Carl

- The latter stood there for a long time without moving, just staring at Harry, not knowing what he was doing.

Harry looked back nervously at Karl, he didn't expect Karl to be here, and he couldn't help but shiver at the sight of those black eyes.

And Karl, very strangely, an idea popped into his head.

If, just if.

What would happen if he gave Harry Potter an Arvada shot now?

As soon as the idea came out, Carl was a little overwhelmed, he was really curious.

He now has an oath with Voldemort,

According to the principle of exchange between the two, if he killed Harry Potter, what would Voldemort have to exchange for him?

It's a little exciting to think about!

He's even starting to think seriously about the possibility of taking out Harry Potter.

In a very short period of time, his brain made all sorts of deductions.

It's all negative, though.

First of all, I think that if he kills Harry Potter, Dumbledore will definitely hunt him down to the ends of the earth.

Secondly, whether he can kill or not, God knows if Dumbledore has used any protective magic on Harry, and whether the latter's "Lily's love" is left, and how much is left.

But it's really tempting!

Voldemort's biggest wish at the moment is to be resurrected, and the other is to kill Harry Potter.

If he helped Voldemort achieve one of them......

Now there were just a few of them in the hallway, and Dumbledore wasn't at school, and he killed people, and no one would know except Ron and Hermione.

Then, all he needed was a Curse of Oblivion, or altogether, kill them all!

Karl raised his wand, the tip of which was aimed at Harry, causing the two men beside him to take a step back in unison.

"Carl, what are you going to do?!" Hermione exclaimed.

Karl didn't answer, he walked forward, the three of them stepped back, and soon, the three of them retreated into a room in the corner behind the stairs, and only he remained outside.

By this time, Filch had already appeared at the end of the hallway.

"Carl Cooper!"

was discovered.

"Alas. Karl sighed softly, it seemed that it was too late to run.

He couldn't get his hands on it.

Sure enough, he is such a kind person.

In that case, let's carry out kindness to the end.

He couldn't run away anyway.

"Shh

With a gesture of silence, he smiled at the three of them, and with a wave of his wand, the door closed automatically.

"Got you!"

Filch grabbed Karl's wrist with triumphant joy on his face.

Karl frowned unconsciously.

Then Filch turned his gaze to the door next to him.

"Let me see, who else is hiding in the house?"

Carl blocked him.

"Get out of the way, boy!"

Filch tugged at Karl's wrist to pull him away, but he didn't.

"Don't think you're going to be able to fight it all by standing here, boy!"

Filch had a wish-granting smile on his face.

"Now, get out of the way, I can still keep you locked up for a few more days!"

With that, he walked around Carl and reached for the door behind him.

This time, Carl seemed to turn a deaf ear.

He slipped his wand into his pocket, straightened his ripped robes, and patted Filch on the shoulder.

The latter turned around, and Carl gave him an embarrassed smile.

Immediately, he raised his arm and punched Filch in the old face.

He could have used the Oblivion Charm, but he just wanted to hit someone!

Besides, how can magic be cool with fists?

In the sleeves of his clothes, his wrists were already black.