Chapter 40: Dumbledore's Successor

"He thinks you can be Dumbledore's successor."

Hattings affirmed afterwards.

"Me?" Carl pointed to himself, "Is it possible?" ”

He really didn't think about his future.

If he hadn't been in a car accident, if he hadn't met Polo, he might have become a writer? Or work your way up as a game producer?

But that was all in the past, and when he walked into the wizarding world, the magic here had completely attracted him, and with the deal with Polo, he didn't have time to think about his future.

"Of course." Hattings rightly said, "You're still young, and your advantage is precisely youth." ”

"Actually, the best candidate is Harry Potter, who proved himself when he was a baby - although no one knows how he did it." "But it's clear that this Professor Carlo doesn't have the trust of your headmaster, and he certainly doesn't have access to this savior. ”

"And it seems to me that among you young wizards, there are many who show great talent, but too few who desire power."

"Maybe it's because in the peaceful environment after the war, you little wizards crave something ridiculous, like adventure, like power, and so on. These little wizards had no idea how important a great power was, and why their parents were living in constant fear. ”

"As for the more mature wizards." Hattingston paused, "I think Professor Caro has his own arrangements. ”

"So I'm just one of the right people?" Carl rolled his eyes. He was really excited just now, and he felt as if he was at the right time!

"At least for now, you're the right person." Hattings nodded, "And you have a good merit. ”

"Me?"

"Yes!"

"What?"

"You're a Muggle-born wizard, and Dumbledore doesn't hate you or distrust you." Hattings said meaningfully.

"Uh, what do you mean?" Even though he had grown, Carl still didn't understand the relationship.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now, this thing needs you to see and think about it, so that you can grow." Hattings pointed in the direction of the library. "The so-called organization, any organization, has so-called 'own people', and the criteria for selecting their own people are often both open and hidden. You can look through the library information about Dumbledore to find out about him. ”

"I'm not entirely sure, but his criteria are clear and unambiguous in terms of people's behavior."

Karl frowned: "You want me to think about it again." He muttered, "I'd rather go and learn magic." ”

Compared to the brilliant magic, the documents are always boring, and even more boring is to think about the things that lie ahead.

"Carl." Hattings stood up, jumped onto the windowsill, and looked at the students under the castle and happily walked out of school.

It was a student who had just taken a break and was getting ready to board the train back.

"I can't take care of you all the time." He said.

Carl walked silently to the window and caught a glimpse of the flaming Weasley brothers, who were holding Percy and smirking wickedly.

"I ······" Carl didn't expect Hattings to say that, and after a few months, he had accepted Hattings' existence.

"I know you see me as a friend, as a reliable elder." "But you have to know that I'm Polo's assistant, and I'm in charge of taking care of you, protecting you, guiding you to grow, and that's part of the deal." ”

"Actually······" Karl smiled awkwardly as he tried to interrupt Hattings to continue, feeling a needle pierce him in the heart.

"We're not bad people, but we're never good people either." "There's a deal between us, and you don't have to completely deprive yourself of your emotions — I know it's hard for humans to do that, but remember, no matter how much you put in, always remember that there's a deal between us." ”

"There's a payoff in this deal, and of course there's a payoff." Hattings jumped off the ledge, "So you grow, grow quickly, or you'll be eaten by Polo sooner or later." ”

It wagged its tail and walked towards the door as if nothing had happened, ignoring Karl who was about to cry behind him.

"Are you telling me? As a friend? Karl's hoarse voice came from behind him.

Hattings stopped, not looking back.

"Yes and no."

The Christmas holidays arrived as scheduled, and after the students left, the whole of Gryffindor became empty.

Although this year's winter is still very cold, there is very little snow, and most of it is still at night, and it stops as soon as the morning dawns.

Had it not been for Hastings's words, Carl would have had a great time this holiday - he could sit alone in an armchair by the fire, flip through Professor McGonagall's books, and bring food from the dining hall to his dorm.

However, he quickly adjusted, and although he was still a little depressed, he followed Hattings' request and began to look through the boring materials, trying to find the "standard" in them.

This is not an easy task, Dumbledore is a great wizard, greatness means that he has many deeds, and there are many characters around him.

Carl had no idea where to start.

Huntings' advice was simple: "You can draw a picture of who he is, who is suspicious, and who is clearly against him." What do his people have in common, and what do their opponents have in common? ”

"Where do they all have in common, maybe they're all people?" Karl said irritably, these dense words are not as simple as Huntings opened his mouth to sort out.

Still, Karl insisted on doing what Hattings asked him to do—two or three hours a day.

More often than not, he reads books recommended by Professor McGonagall.

I have to say that Professor McGonagall's recommendation is very reasonable, after reading the first two books in one sitting, and even staying up all night to read them, this writer named Gilderoy Lockhart became a wizard admired by Carl.

Handsome, powerful, full of intelligence, adventurous, and empathetic at the same time.

In his work, it was as if Carl saw a figure of gold glittering.

"Professor McGonagall said someone didn't like him?" Karl flipped through "Vacation with the Dominatrix" with relish, and he found them much more interesting than the storybooks his mother read.

And the thought that these deeds turned out to be true made Carl's heart even more respectful.

"Such a wizard should be Dumbledore's successor."