Carl didn't practice the Killing Curse, he hadn't even used it once, not because he couldn't use it, but because every Killing Curse wasn't cheap.

This is something that many wizards don't understand.

There is a price to pay for using the Killing Curse.

The price here is not to make yourself more evil or something like that.

It's real, it's real.

Every time you use a Killing Curse, it hurts your soul.

The true effect of the Killing Curse is to deprive the caster of their lives, but few people find that the same small amount of damage is applied to the caster himself.

It's not easy to detect, but the damage is real.

Carl suspected that even the Ministry of Magic was unaware of the damage that the spell would do to the caster, so they did not forbid the Aurors from using the spell under special circumstances.

Carl was able to find out because of Carl's innate ability to sense magic.

When Carl first tried to use it in the Room of Requirement, Carl noticed an unusual movement coming from his wand, which had never happened before.

So, before uttering the last syllable of the incantation, Karl stopped just in time.

After searching through almost the entire forbidden book section, Carl found the relevant instructions in an obscure pamphlet.

The above is just a simple mention that the Killing Curse can cause damage to the caster.

The rest is Carl's guess, but Carl feels that his guess is not far from ten.

Carl actually prefers the Burning Curse to the Killing Curse, which is incredibly powerful, gorgeous, and deadly.

It was also the first dark magic used by Carl.

Strangely, he seems to have a natural grip on the Flame Charm.

Without even much practice, he could easily control the shape and temperature of the flames.

Carl could even make the flames of the Flame Charm stop in his hand without hurting his hand.

In the description of this spell, this is almost already the effect that this magic can only have when used to the extreme.

......

At night, Carl walks down the dark corridor with a map of the living spots borrowed from George and Fred.

The tip of his wand glowed softly, illuminating the path under his feet so that he wouldn't trip over anything.

For the first time in his half a year at Hogwarts, Carl wandered around the castle after curfew.

He couldn't sleep, he couldn't even read a book.

I don't know why, in the last two days, he has been a little uneasy.

However, perhaps it was too familiar, and before he knew it, he was walking to the library.

The library at night is quiet, and only rows of bookshelves can be faintly seen through the moonlight outside the window.

Inside, there is endless darkness, like a giant mouth, devouring everything.

It's a bit like making a ghost movie, Carl thought in a strange mind.

If it was in his previous life, he would never dare to come to this kind of place alone.

But now, come on, ghosts are almost the weakest beings in the wizarding world.

Now that he was here, Carl didn't want to make a trip in vain, so he slipped into the archives section of the library.

He wanted to find a picture of Voldemort when he was younger.

This is also the reason why Carl has been restless these days, and he feels that he may really have something to do with Voldemort.

Parseltongue, a powerful magical talent, born to use magic without a wand, is almost a replica of Voldemort's childhood.

He originally wanted to ask Dumbledore directly, believing that he had found out about it, and Dumbledore should be able to tell him the truth, but in the past few days, Dumbledore was not at school.

So, in desperation, he could only look for answers in the library.

He chose the Archives because he considered that as a former Hogwarts student, perhaps the Archives contained materials and even photographs related to Voldemort.

However, he found nothing.

The archives contain all the students of Hogwarts for the last hundred years, and he looks at all the materials from the thirties and forties of the twentieth century, and he sees Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, but not Tom Riddle.

Someone had deliberately deleted the file, Karl thought, suspecting that Voldemort himself had done it.

The latter didn't want anyone to know about his school days.

Now, Carl has no moves.

For the rest of the day, he remembered that Ron had seen the trophy for Voldemort's Hogwarts Special Contribution Award in the trophy room.

Wait! Special Contribution Award!

Something suddenly occurred to Carl.

The Hogwarts Special Contribution Award is not a simple award, it represents almost the highest honor a wizard can receive during his student years, and it is very famous even in the entire British wizarding world.

And for a major event like this, the Daily Prophet will definitely report on it.

Thinking of this, Carl immediately rushed to the newspaper information area, where there were newspapers and periodicals from the wizarding world over the years.

Soon, Carl found what he was looking for, a picture of Voldemort in his youth.

Not at all, Karl breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that he was a descendant of Voldemort or something.

He scrutinized the picture of the Undulating Ground Demon.

As a young man, Voldemort was very handsome, with trophies in his hand, a smile on his face, and a polite demeanor, and he could not see that he would later become a Dark Lord that the entire British wizarding world feared.

In the photo, Voldemort's face is a little pale, and his black eyes are bright, which adds a lot to his already handsome appearance.

Wait a minute!

As Carl stared at those black eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

With a wave of his wand and a whisper in his mouth, a mirror appeared out of thin air.

This is a very clever way to use the Flying Charm, so that what needs to be summoned will appear directly, rather than flying over.

But Carl couldn't get enough of it, and he looked at himself in the mirror, staring into his eyes.

Immediately afterward, he looked at Voldemort's again.

"Smack!"

The mirror fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.