To be honest, it feels good to have a friend who has the same interests as you.

Also a regular visitor to the library, Hermione, like Carl, would spend almost as long as she didn't have a class.

Previously, for various reasons, although Hermione and Carl often met in the library, the only time the two communicated was the first time.

But now, the interaction between the two has suddenly become frequent.

At noon that day, in the reading area of the library, Hermione frowned when she saw Carl holding a copy of "The Origin of the Dark Arts" and flipping through it casually.

After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "Carl!

"And it's in the library!

"How can you?"

Carl propped his face in one hand and flipped through the book boredly with the other.

The power of magic is under his control, even if it is not touched by his hands, just a swipe of his hand, and the book automatically turns to the next page.

"There are approvals. ”

As he spoke, his right hand rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a tattered note for Hermione to read.

"How so?" Hermione looked incredulous, "How could Dumbledore allow students to read books in the forbidden area at will?"

Carl shrugged, "Like you can see, it's just happening." ”

When Hermione handed the note back, Carl pulled his wand out.

"If you don't say I'll forget, this is a treasure, and you can't let it break. ”

With a wave of his wand, the note changed back to its new form.

"Silent Spell!" Hermione's eyes widened as she stared at the note in Carl's hand, "Carl!

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you!" Karl said without looking up.

He put his wand and note back in his pocket, and then he kept his face in one hand and turned the pages with the other, his eyes glued to the book on the table.

Hermione's lazy appearance made her angry, and she lifted the book she was holding in her arms and slapped Carl's head heavily with a "bang" sound.

"Hey!"

Carl covered his head and looked at Hermione dissatisfied.

The blow just now was not light, and Carl was beaten a little tinnitus.

"Humph!"

Hermione ignored him, snorted heavily, put down the book she was holding, and sat down in the chair next to Carl to flip through it.

In this regard, Carl had to shake his head helplessly, and secretly told himself not to be like a little girl.

......

The afternoon sun shone through the library's large floor-to-ceiling windows into the reading area, shining on Carl and making him feel warm.

He had read the book "Tracing the Origin of Black Magic" several times in his hand, and now that he read it, it was just because he didn't have any books to read.

Boredom looking at the familiar words in the book, illuminated by the warm sun, Carl involuntarily dozed off, and before he knew it, he fell asleep on the table.

"Carl, Carl!"

Someone was pushing him, and Carl opened his eyes in a daze, seeing Hermione.

"Carl, someone is looking for you. ”

Hermione gestured behind Carl.

Carl looked back and saw a senior he had never seen before, still a Slytherin.

The other party had a completely businesslike tone.

"Carl Cooper, Professor Quirrell is looking for you. ”

Quirrell, or Voldemort.

Karl narrowed his eyes, this was the first time the other party had taken the initiative to find him since the last time he made an oath.

But when he said that, Carl looked up and down at the visitor, and found that there was a hint of indifference in the other party's eyes.

It suddenly dawned on me, well, the students in the school were about to become the target of the Imperius Curse.

But since the other party is looking for him, it's good to meet him, and he can't sit still when he thinks about Voldemort.

"See you later, Hermione. ”

Turning back to say hello to Hermione, Carl followed the visitor out of the library.

The two of them walked through the corridors and climbed the stairs to the door of Quirrell's office.

During the whole process, the senior student walked beside him like a bodyguard.

Carl knocked on the door, and Quirrella stammered from inside.

"Please, please come in. ”

Carl pushed the door in, and Quirrell was already there waiting for him.

As Carl had expected, Voldemort couldn't wait, and before Carl could speak, Quirrell began to remove the turban from his head.

After a while, Voldemort's face was revealed.

At a glance, Karl sensed that something was wrong, and compared to the last time they met, Voldemort's face was not very good-looking.

"You look so ugly than you did last time. ”

Voldemort's face showed a smile, but he looked very weak, "Yes, Karl, as you can see, I am very weak now, very weak. ”

"So, can you give your poor old father a little help in any way you can?"

"Master, he, he's yours?!" Quirrell stuttered again.

"Shut up, idiot, do you think that any random person, with just one unbreakable oath, can learn from me those powerful spells that ordinary people can't imagine?"

Voldemort looked at Karl again, "What about Karl, it's just a simple little favor that you can get what you want, and it's no longer just a spell like before." As long as you help me, I will teach his children magic like a real father himself. I guess you've been hit a bottleneck for a long time, haven't you?"

The previous ones didn't matter, but with this sentence, Carl was immediately moved.

The oath he made with Voldemort didn't have anything that needed to be performed, but Voldemort's ability to demagogue was innate, and he knew all too well what he needed.

It's one thing to learn magic spells from Lord Voldemort, but it's another thing to get his personal guidance.

"I have a question. Carl said.

"Say, my child. ”

"Why don't you just ask him to help you?"

Karl pointed to Voldemort's back, Quirrell's face.

"This idiot!" Voldemort sneered, and Quirrell in front of him let out a scream.

Apparently, Voldemort was torturing him in some way.

"That nosy old man has long suspected him!"

Carl nodded, and then asked, "I just saw that this guy used the Imperius Curse to control that person, why didn't you let him continue to use the Imperius Curse to control more people to help you do things, and instead found me?"

"That's impossible, Carl!" Voldemort apparently did something again, and Quirrell let out another scream.

"His Imperius Curse isn't enough to make these students do such complicated things, and if too many students fall under this spell, that damn old guy will notice!"

"The only one who can help me is you, my child. ”

Voldemort stared at Carl, who looked back at him, and the two looked at each other.

After a while, Karl nodded.

"So, what do you need me to help you with?"

Is this considered that he is going further and further down the path of evil?