After a whirlwind, Carl opened his eyes to find himself standing in front of his house, feeling a little dizzy, but not serious.

Immediately after that, the two arms sank, and all kinds of things that Dumbledore hid suddenly flew out, one after another, lined up and pounced into the circle formed by Karl's two arms in order.

"I'm sorry, Carl, I have to go, Reinos is still waiting for me." Dumbledore said apologetically, "Arthur will come to pick you up before the first of September, and you will follow them to Hogwarts, as is written on the letter." ”

Carl nodded at the top envelope, signaling that he had seen it.

"Goodbye, then." Dumbledore disappeared in place again.

Walking into the house, George, the manservant who had been waiting for a long time, took what was in Carl's hand, and the black cat Hattings sat on the floor of the entrance.

"Not a bad start, isn't it?" Karl took the initiative to speak.

"Maybe." Hattings flicked his tail and his eyes flickered.

Carl recounted what he had seen that day, from the superstar effect caused by Dumbledore to the old, magical objects.

Of course, the focus is on the magical experience of choosing his wand.

"Voldemort's wand!" Carl was excited, "Maybe I'm really talented?" He looked at Hattings, who was listening, with some uncertainty as he spoke.

Even though he was a time-traveler, he still couldn't figure himself out in the unfamiliar realm of magic.

There will always be some benefits, not to mention the golden finger of the awakening system, with a "strong talent" should always be the standard. Thinking of the protagonists of the stories in his previous life, Carl couldn't help but mutter.

Even if he played a cultivation game in his previous life, he would also have a high level of understanding!

"Of course you're talented."

Polo, who didn't know when he appeared in front of the two, chimed in.

He had a happy smile on his face.

"I'll let Hattings bring you to me."

He looked at Hattings.

"But······ You guys have a lot to say? ”

Hattings stood up and swayed past the two, "I just forgot. Carl, Polo wants to see you. ”

He stopped, looked back at Carl, and eventually disappeared around the corner of the hallway.

"Today's journey seems to have been very pleasant." Polo withdrew his gaze from Hattings and motioned for Carl to follow him.

They walked down the hallway to the dining room and sat down.

The sweet smell of apples was already coming from the kitchen, mixed with the fat aroma of fried chicken.

"Although it was a little ······ at first It's really ······ there, though. Magical. ”

Carl remembered his wand again.

That was his ticket to the wizarding world.

Strength, magic, resurrection······

For a moment, many words tumbled in Carl's mind.

Those were falsehoods that he hadn't even considered even when he had passed through rebirth, and suddenly a flood of ideas came to him.

Compared with these, his previous plans, those worldly fame and fortune are really not worth mentioning.

Polo sat there, smiling at the boy in front of him, until Karl calmed down and then continued, "Then let's continue with what we just talked about." ”

"From a soul point of view, you are very special, a soul from another world was born here." Polo said.

He has a perfectly egg-shaped head with sparse hair, which always gives him a lingering sense of comic.

But his emerald eyes confined the comical to a suitable range, giving a convincing power.

Carl listened intently.

"Such people are rare." He repeated, "But from the perspective of the infinite world, this rarity is not unusual. ”

"So, my talent is strong because of this rarity?" Karl spoke.

Polo hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no, child, rare never means strong." Can we think that pandas are powerful just because there are so few pandas in zoos? ”

"So, my strength is brought about by this body itself?"

"If your body really has a very strong talent, then how could you not awaken your magic until not long ago?"

"So ······" Karl stretched out his hands and motioned for Polo not to go around the bend.

"Magic, no matter what world it is, is essentially a desire for a miracle, the last and most resolute rebellion against the ups and downs of fate."

Karl savored Polo's words, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"It seems that you have figured out that your body does have the potential to become a wizard. But with the help of your adult soul from another world, your previous life can indeed be called satisfactory. ”

Polo looked at the person in front of him, and the pleasure on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden: "But that's all over, isn't it?" This is the secret of your strength: your longing to be away from death, to go back to your old life, to have both parents and a happy life with a bright future. ”

"The magical riot sparked by this intense desire has created your great talent. So the first magic you cast was a magic of care – in the old days, that was done by your parents, didn't they? ”

Thinking of his parents, Carl's heart couldn't help but ache, the excitement in his heart had been completely swept away, and the things he had been hiding in his heart were naked and exposed by Polo.

Karl finally looked up:

"Is there any way to resurrect my parents?"

"No, absolutely not. The two souls were long gone from me, and the moment the deal was made, they had already gone where they were supposed to be. ”

"Where?"

"I don't know what this world is called, it has countless names: Heaven, Earth, Underworld, Necromancy, etc., in any case, it is the place where the dead should go."

Karl thought for a while, and found a loophole in Polo's words: "But you said that those two souls are part of the transaction, and they should belong to you. ”

"That's right, so I'm sending them where they need to go, where they have to go through the process before they can get out of this world."

So, they're still in this world? It doesn't belong to Polo yet?

Carl made a note of this in his mind.

"So," Karl muttered, "what price do I have to pay to get these two souls?" ”

"Nope." Polo said to the letter, "There is no such possibility, child. ”

Seeing that Carl was still struggling with this question, he waved his hand and emphasized, "What do you think we are?" What do we need? What is the use of the worldly things to us? Only souls, children, only souls that contain strong emotions, are what we desire. ”

"We look for targets and lure people through all kinds of things, so that they can brew strong enough emotions, like picking fresh grapes to make fine wine."

"So I just want," Polo interrupted as Karl said.

Karl's eyes glowed with a strange light, reflecting Polo's shadow. "Just two souls with strong emotions, right?