At this time, although his body was cold and terrifying, it was just the sequelae of being invaded by the strong cold, and he was not irreversibly damaged.

This made him feel a little different about Voldemort.

In addition to his emotion, Carl did realize one of his problems - he was too vulnerable.

Or rather, his body is too fragile.

This is a common problem of wizards, and it is not unique to him.

He has powerful mana beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but his body is the body of ordinary people.

Thanks to the ultimate perfection that Dumbledore and Grindelwald pursued when they created "him", his genes are quite excellent, and his physical growth is considered outstanding among his peers, but after all, he is only at the level of ordinary people.

Even, due to the habits he has developed over the years, he pays too much attention to the training of magic powers, and neglects physical training.

This made him look a little weak, and the one-sixth of the blood that had been sacrificed to leave the Caribbean world made it even more weak.

This made him seem somewhat out of place with other wizards of his age, more of a pure spellcaster than a ...... Battle Wizard - After all, in the early and mid-to-late stages of the original book, many of Harry's fights were more likely to be fought with fists than wands.

If the difference in physique is not very obvious because of age, then the height ......

Since only a dozen days have passed in the Caribbean world, but half a year has passed in this world, Carl's body has barely grown compared to his peers in the current time and space.

On the other hand, Harry and even more Ron, after half a year, the rise in size is really gratifying.

Even Hermione, he couldn't wear the girl's clothes anyway, this was tested in practice.

But now, wearing a girl's coat, how to wear it and how to fit......

...... Karl didn't want to discuss that right now.

In the distance, Voldemort seemed to finally feel that enough punishment had been done, and no longer focused on Mr. Malfoy, whose trembling body had finally calmed down.

In Lucius's bewildered gaze, he walked towards Karl.

"Lord...... Sir?"

Mr. Malfoy was full of doubts, he knew Carl, and it was some kind of coincidence that the two of them had appeared before, but now it didn't seem to be the case.

"Keep up. ”

Tom's voice was clear and bright, and no one would associate this young and handsome young man with the terrifying Dark Lord who had once reigned so great in the world.

But Mr. Malfoy heard in his voice that there was no doubt.

"Yes, yes. Mr. Malfoy said in a hoarse voice, his shirt almost soaked from the sight he had just met, and his voice had become dry and weak due to the severe lack of water.

But even so, Mr. Malfoy stole a glance at his wife beside him, who immediately understood the purpose of the look, put his arm around Draco's shoulders, and cautiously walked in the other direction.

However, "Narcissa ......" Voldemort stopped and didn't look back, but still let Mrs. Malfoy take back her steps, "Where are you going?"

"First, sir......" Mrs. Malfoy's eyes revealed pleading, and her already pale skin turned even paler, and the hand that grabbed Draco's shoulder couldn't help but use some strength, and the long nails were embedded in the flesh through his clothes, making Draco grin.

At this point, Voldemort finally turned his head and did not look at Mrs. Malfoy, but once again locked his eyes on Lucius Malfoy.

"Lucius ......"

"Sir?" said Mr. Malfoy's eyes were nothing but fear.

"School is about to start, don't you want your son to meet his classmates?"

With that, he turned around again and walked towards Karl.

"Keep up!"

......

Azeroth's magic is vastly different from this world, Karl wondered.

For more than a year, Karl has more or less accepted such a chaotic world, although the world is chaotic, but the main tone is still the wizard's world, but this experience has cast a shadow on his heart, if, just if...... If Kel'thugad's urn is just an appetizer, if there is something more terrible in the back.

Like what...... The legion that glows green throughout......

"Carl......" Hermione nudged Carl in thought, and Carl looked up, and young Tom Riddle and the Malfoy family were approaching from a distance.

Karl noticed the appearance of the Malfoy family, it seemed that Mr. Malfoy had completely realized who the young man he was talking to just now was, and following behind the latter, the pride of being a pure-blood nobleman on his face had disappeared without a trace, and the whole person looked like a frightened bird.

Karl raised an eyebrow, it was an eventful time now, Voldemort's attitude was ambiguous, and if the latter was now planning to re-summon the team to cause trouble in the wizarding world, it would not be good news for the wizarding world.

He immediately remembered that Dumbledore had arranged for him to be with the former, and the old man wouldn't have hit him with his mind, would he?

Carl looked at the approaching young man, the half-exposed arm, and Carl couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

No matter how terrible the damage this person caused to the wizarding world, in the final analysis, from the beginning of the meeting to the end, this person never really hurt him after all, and even, compared to Grindelwald's "love" that almost killed him at every turn, this person taught him a lot.

"Carl......" Tom's voice was soft, like coming out of his throat, his gaze swept over the blue bellflower-like flame floating a foot in front of Carl, and then he looked around, his gaze swept over everyone present in turn, paused for a moment on Harry's face in the crowd, and finally placed it on Hermione, who was sitting next to Carl, who had just conjured a blanket with Transfiguration and was draped over Carl.

Hermione, apparently mistaken by Tom's gaze, simply stood up and stood in front of Karl, staring warily at the man in front of her, who looked to be two or three years older than her, and was too handsome to speak.

Almost like Mr. Malfoy, Hermione didn't think the former and Carl's front and back feet meant anything, and in the girl's opinion, since the former would be with the Malfoys, it must be a dog.

At the same time, Voldemort's appearance when he was young was too aggressive.

Aggressive, not aggressive – young Tom looks harmless on the outside, but that's why he's all the more cautious when he's on the opposite side.

Especially those eyes, the things contained in them, the inexplicable familiarity, Hermione couldn't help but clench the wand in her hand.

A guy with these eyes is definitely not a good person.

"Hermione, he's ......" Harry said in a loud voice, as a member of the team, although Harry was not affected by the cold, he still felt the chill that froze through his heart from afar.

For Carl's cousin, who was able to stand in front of Carl so decisively, Harry had a trace of admiration and envy in his heart.

If Dudley could make it to one-tenth of Carl's cousin, I don't think his relationship with Dudley would be what it is now.

Before Harry could finish his sentence, a smile suddenly appeared on young Tom's expressionless face, "Hello, I'm Carl's cousin. ”

As soon as the words came out, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Just now, as Hermione stood up, Kenrito and the others also stood up, looking at Tom with hostility in their eyes.

Jim, Lee Jordan and the others looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and finally put down the wand in their hands.

Soon, the original tense atmosphere disappeared immediately.

The crowd looked at young Tom and then at Carl, and for a moment no one spoke.

However, in comparison, the reaction of everyone present was greater than that of Mr. Malfoy.

Almost as a matter of necessity, Mr. Malfoy cautiously walked behind Voldemort, trying to reduce his presence, and at the same time, first looking at Voldemort, his gaze lingered on the latter's eyes for a long time, as if trying to remember the appearance of these eyes.

Immediately afterward, he looked at Carl directly in front of him.

Without missing a single detail, Mr. Malfoy's eyes took every feature of Carl's face to heart, and eventually, when he locked his gaze on Carl's eyes, his body, which had managed to stop shaking, began to shake again.

His pupils constricted to the limit, his eyes stared to the limit, as if he had received some kind of impact that he couldn't accept anyway, his face was inexplicably frightened, and he took several steps back in a row, his mouth wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

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