After the Christmas break, Professor Carlo took over Carl's confinement, and in his words, the Forbidden Forest was too dangerous for first-year students, and he had something to do with it that was enough to be punished.

Professor McGonagall was almost discouraged, and after communicating with Headmaster Dumbledore, she agreed to Professor Caro's request.

Carl knew that this was just an excuse.

Professor Carlo seemed to have everything planned, and was in a happy mood when Carl first arrived.

"Carl, oh, Carl." He personally stood up and welcomed Carl to his seat. "We have one more person to wait, and that is also a gifted wizard, whose thirst for knowledge is not overwhelming, the only thing lacking is a little courage."

Karl knew who that man was referring to - Professor Quirrell, who taught Muggle studies.

He had crossed paths with this honest man twice, and in both encounters, he had a very good impression of this professor with a somewhat weak personality.

However, this is a lesson that Carl has managed to earn.

"Is that Professor Quirrell?" Carl pretended to be curious and asked, "He's going to be with us?" ”

Professor Carlo nodded, "That's right! He also seemed to be aware of the problem behind Carl, explaining, "He's also my student, and Dumbledore hopes that he can learn something from me and take over my class in the future." ”

Professor Carlo reluctantly pointed to his silver hair: "After all, you have also seen, I can't work for a few years, not everyone can sit there all the time like Albus, and not retire." ”

His last words were emotionally complicated, and Carl blinked, deciding to give up on digging into them.

"But there is ······ between us" Karl hesitated, he didn't directly pick it out, but everything was silent.

"It's okay, or rather, it's better this way." Professor Carlo didn't continue, as Quirrell had opened the door and walked in.

Quirrell walked into the room in a state of semi-trepidation.

He seemed to have some curiosity as to why Carl was here, but only took a few sneaky glances before taking his seat.

"Quirrell, my dear student." Professor Carlo took the initiative to introduce, "This is Carl, a first-year student, I told you about him. ”

"Of course." Quirrell's voice was a little low, "I heard the professors say it." ”

"Yes, he will be punished here, and it won't affect your studies." Professor Caro leaned over and pulled out a stack of parchment paper and a black quill from a desk drawer.

This black quill has a sharp tip and is long and slender. Quirrell looked uneasy at the sight of the pen.

"Professor······" He opened his mouth, but finally didn't have the courage to continue.

Professor Carlo's expression was grim: "It seems that you can see what this is, well, yes, a small curse, there is some damage, but it will only hurt, it will not hurt him." I'm sure Carl Jr. can learn some real lessons from this. ”

He winked at Karl, "That's your punishment, write down what we're taught, it's a magic pen that doesn't need ink." ”

The uneasiness on Quirrell's face became even more obvious, and he asked, "Can ······ Can be ······ This, this, isn't it······ Dangerous ······ I'm not saying, I'm saying, to Carl······"

"Alright, Quirrell, I don't have that much time!" Professor Carlo looked displeased, "It's a good thing to kill two birds with one stone, now, let's go to class!" ”

Quirrell closed his mouth decisively. Professor Carlo nodded at Karl, and began to talk about the theory of dark magic.

Karl dropped the tip of the quill pen on the paper and quickly wrote the first sentence.

"There are many kinds of black magic and there is no end to it, and the three principles for studying it are to cool your head, to have crazy ideas, and to let go of prejudices."

As he wrote, a wave of pain came from the back of his hand, and Carl couldn't help but gasp. He flipped over the back of his hand and saw that there was already a red mark.

He stopped his pen and couldn't help but call out: "Professor Carlo! ”

"Keep writing, Carl." Professor Carlo's voice was calm, with annoyance as if Karl had interrupted his train of thought, "Don't forget, you're here to be punished!" ”

Quirrell stared at the back of Karl's flushed hand and tilted his head back.

Carl looked at Professor Caro, who didn't look at him, gritted his teeth and continued writing.

Professor Carlo continued.

In this way, Karl endured the burning pain on the back of his hand to record Professor Caro's words line by line, and the back of his hand grew redder and redder.

By the end of the lesson, the back of Carl's hand was as red as a rotten peach.

"So stay here today, Carl, you stay, and I'll take care of your wounds a bit."

Professor Carlo's words made Quirrell breathe a sigh of relief, and he didn't say anything more, and hurriedly left.

Professor Carlo took Carl's hand and looked at it, "Nice curse." ”

"I didn't expect ······" Karl gritted his teeth, his gaze as if he could breathe fire. "It's this way!"

"Or else? Albus doesn't want you to be tutored by me. Professor Carlo shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be helpless, "Actually, kid, it's good that Professor Quirrell has a weak personality. ”

Karl blinked and asked thoughtfully, "What do you mean?" ”

He guessed something, but still wanted Professor Carlo to say it directly.

"Son, you need to figure it out for yourself, and it's good for your future." Professor Carlo applied an unknown ointment to Carl's hand. "You have to think for yourself, figure it out. A little hint to you, I've already told you the answer today. ”

Carl raised his hand, the red on his skin was almost gone, and the pain he had once had disappeared even more completely: "So, what about Voldemort?" ”

Professor Caro shook his head with a look he had already guessed, "I have made some discoveries, but there are some details that I can't be sure of. Child, this secret is too early for you. ”

Seeing Carl's disgruntled look, he added, "I'll tell you, I swear, but not now, it's too dangerous for you right now, you can't even understand how amazing it really is······"

Professor Carlo paused, a look of amazement on his face: "He once said that he went further on the road of death than anyone else, I thought he was just playing tricks, but he didn't······ Son, I can say that he is indeed the wizard I know who has studied death the most, and his secrets, even if you know them now, cannot be learned. ”

"But you'll teach me, won't you?" Carl asked.

Professor Carlo looked at Carl with a deep gaze, "Of course. ”

"In the near future?"

"In the near future."