On July 31, 1989, the sun had just broken through the thin mist, and in the very corner of the gray East End, Carr's house, which had just been quiet for a night, was once again filled with the noise of human voices.

Carl, who had finally fallen asleep, opened his eyes again, and his gloomy gaze was quite impatient.

"It's another bad day." He looked out the window at the sunny weather and grunted out of bed.

As Carl got up, the room came alive.

Pale blue patterned pajamas jumped off Carl's body and hung on a nearby hanger. A few steps away, the cabinet door opened automatically, and a brand new shirt and jeans flew in front of Carl, bowed to Carl, and immediately touched Carl's arm, urging him to raise his hand.

Satisfied, Karl looked in the mirror with his dress, walked to his desk, and took out the black-and-green journal from the deepest part of the drawer.

"July 31st, fine.

Power Control: Gradually perfect.

Consider whether there are other possibilities for capacity development. ”

The simple record was completed, and Carl closed the notebook.

After experiencing a tragedy a few days ago, he unexpectedly discovers that he has the ability to make objects come alive and serve him.

But this is also the only comfort that can be called a surprise during this time.

"······ Now" Carl sighed as he looked at the pencil in front of him dancing with his will, and listened to the argument of relatives in the living room over who would adopt him.

"It's time to go to breakfast, and hopefully Aunt Ross remembers to make breakfast."

There are not many good times in Britain today, especially for the low-level migrant workers in this part of East London.

The British Empire was "thriving" under Thatcher, but it was achieved at the expense of the well-being of countless workers at the bottom.

In a car accident a few days ago, Carl's parents died on the spot, and only Carl miraculously survived unscathed.

The dead can lie peacefully in the ground and enjoy eternal happiness, while the living will continue to walk in this cold world.

Especially for a child who has just turned eleven.

This is especially true for children who don't have much to inherit.

In the past few days, his relatives have been gathering here to discuss two things:

How do you sell this property and pay off the mortgage that the Carl family has just done?

There was little controversy about the matter, and it was taken over by one of his father's cousins, who was a real estate agent.

Then the second thing becomes more and more imminent: who will adopt this unfortunate child?

As soon as his uncle David finished talking about the difficulties of raising four children, another relative, Aunt Rose, said that the breadwinner of her family had been fired from the factory for three months and had to rely on odd jobs to support her two children.

There are other qualified relatives who say similar things.

Unfortunate families always have too many similar misfortunes.

Carl didn't blame them, although he had a smooth life in his previous life, he had seen too many similar stories in the process of teaching in the countryside. While he was lying in a hospital bed because of a serious illness, the same tragedy happened from time to time in the inpatient department of the hospital.

There are always too many difficulties in the world that have to do with money. Carl was confident that if they had a little extra money, they wouldn't mind giving Carl a bite to eat.

However, it is a lucky thing to be alive after all.

Karl, who has lived two lives, has experienced death and resurrection and can experience a new life, and in Carl's heart, the happiness of life can even slightly dilute the sadness of his parents' departure.

Maybe this is the disadvantage of the adult mind?

"Nice magic."

A voice broke Carl's thoughts, and he turned his head to see a small, middle-aged man with a goose-egg-shaped head and thinning hair standing behind him.

"Magic? Am I magic? Not a superpower? Karl repeated his confusion and quickly turned his attention to the man who suddenly appeared in front of him, "Are you a magician?" ”

The middle-aged man shook his head, there was no expression on his face, but he gave a convincing and capable temperament: "I'm not." But you are. You're a wizard, to be exact. If nothing else, an owl will bring you a Hogwarts acceptance letter in a few days. ”

Hogwarts?

Carl was slightly stunned, he had heard the name.

In the era in which he lived, it was a work that had been completed for many years. He hadn't read the original book, just watched a few movies in his childhood.

The details of the whole story have disappeared in the adult age of memory, and Carl heard the news about this IP again because of the news that the author was expelled from the authorship by readers, and the marketing account said that "reality is the villain of a good person, and reality is the protagonist of the villain".

There is also a comparison picture of the heroine Hermione's actor tonight, which is no longer "time is a pig-killing knife" that can be summarized simply, which impresses Carl.

"So, I'm a wizard." Carl struggled to recall the setting of that work. "Wait, magic?? So ······ say"

His eyes lit up, and a flush of excitement spread rapidly from his neck to his entire face.

He looked a little hideous, and Carl realized that something that was impossible seemed to have taken a turn for the better.

Now, though, is not the time. Karl suppressed his surging heart and continued to ask:

"So, what about you? A teacher at Hogwarts? ”

"Me?" The man placed his hand on his chest and bowed slightly, "Okno Polo, a devil who was summoned by you and signed a pact with you. ”

Devil?

Carl was stunned again, he resisted his excitement and recalled the information about the devil in his previous life.

It's a pity that nothing was found. He's an anime fan and his favorite is Naruto over those fantasy titles. There are no such mysteries in the language taught after work.

Polo continued: "I've been dealing with some things these days, and by the way, I've gone around the world, and there's restlessness everywhere, tragedies happen all the time, it's a nice world. ”

He seemed to be happy with the world, with a smile on his lips.

"Wait!" Karl interrupted Polo and asked again, "You were summoned by me?" ”

"That's right."

"I still have a contract with you?"

"How could I be here?"

"But I ······ How come I don't remember? ”

From the moment the birth of the mother's womb, Carl has always retained the memories and minds of adults. In the previous eleven years, Carl could have sworn that he had never touched anything crooked, let alone summoned any demons.

He had always thought that he had traveled to England in the 80s, and was silently preparing to become a great writer in the future!

Polo smiled slightly: "Judging from the situation at the time, it's normal that you don't remember. ”

The situation at that time······

Karl's face quickly darkened.

In those eleven years, he had only one moment of coma.

Sure enough, Polo continued: "If it weren't for that regrettable car accident, I think we would have missed it forever. ”

July 24th was supposed to be a happy day. Just after his eleventh birthday, a happy day when Carl, who was looking forward to when he would start to really show his talents, and his parents, who were happy to receive the acceptance letter from Smetting High School.

And then it became a tragedy, downright through.

Carl could no longer remember the situation, only the bright red in his eyes, the pain in his body, the wails in his ears, and the warmth of his hands in his arms.

The warmth gradually decreased, becoming vague, and finally turned into complete coldness.

and the iceiness of death equivalent.

"So what happened?" Karl's red eyes were fixed on Polo, and he felt a cold fire burning in his heart.

That wasn't his delusion.

A dark green flame suddenly erupted from around Polo's feet, quickly forming a circle and encircling Polo in place. The tongues of fire scurried and stretched like eels, barely touching Polo's boots.

"That's pretty good magic." Polo nodded, "There's no doubt that you're talented. ”

The flame suddenly vanished, and the ground remained intact, as if the flame had never appeared.

"You don't have to be angry at me. Everything is accidental. Polo spoke without hurry, as if Carl's offense was completely non-existent.

"When you were in a car accident, your strong will to survive prompted you to break out into a magical riot, and your soul does not belong to this world, so the collision of the two worlds produced a special fragrance, I just smelled this fragrance, so I used the blood sacrifice of that tragedy to appear in the world."

"That's where my power comes from?" Carl interjected.

"Not bad. But you still died, and I saved you. Your magic has just been born, and it can only save your souls and those of your parents, but it has no power to keep your bodies. If you continue like this, you will become miserable ghosts that roam the world. And then I happened to show up and made a deal with your parents. ”

"Deal?"

"That's right, your parents love you a lot more than you love them."

"You······ What······ Meaning? Karl's face turned pale, and he suddenly realized a possibility.

Polo still looks like he is slow and methodical, but his face is satisfied with memories.

"But I am a fair man, and I have given you a fair price: I restore your flesh and make you alive again, and I will take care of you until the hour of your visit from death."

Resurrect yourself and be cared for by a resurrection devil?

If Carl had been a real child, he would have thought that this Mr. Polo was a good man.

But he wasn't.

There is no pie in the sky.

This was the experience of his previous life.

He twisted his head, not wanting to look at Polo.

"Two fresh souls full of love, two for one, a fair deal, isn't it?"

"No!" Carl couldn't help but cover his face.

He staggered over to the edge of the bed and sat down, tears streaming down his fingers like pearls, sliding down his slender arms and wetting the shirt his mother had chosen for him.

Polo looked at the sadness of the person in front of him, and the pleasure at the corners of his mouth became more conspicuous.

Okono Polo, a devil, a devil who takes human tragedies as pleasure and emotional souls as delicacies.

Is this the delicacy that the soul of a time-traveler can brew? He thought to himself that just a little tragedy could make such a delicious aroma.

He doesn't deceive Carl, and the devil never lies.

He just missed a paragraph.

At the time, he wanted to deceive Carl's subconscious, which was far beyond the will of ordinary people, and trade the souls of his parents for Carl's own resurrection.

If this simple deal can be reached, he believes that Carl, who has already broken the moral bottom line by actively betraying his parents, will be more likely to fall, and eventually he will add this rather rare traverser soul to his treasure.

Sadly, Carl's parents offered a new deal, a deal full of love.

I've always been so kind-hearted, and O'Cono Polo sighed when he thought of it.

Fortunately, two souls full of love are also the best reward for a kind person like him.

Good people are always rewarded, aren't they?

Polo looked at the sad soul in front of him, restrained his smile and said:

"I can be your guardian. I can also keep the only house your parents have left. In the past few days, I have prepared a lot, whether it is a real identity or indispensable money. ”

"Of course, if you want to follow any relative, I will also protect you in secret."