On Tuesday, Charlie reappeared in the limelight.

He was still in good spirits, as if his previous failures had not affected him in the slightest.

Fred and George were obviously in better spirits, and when Carl walked into the dormitory, they were discussing whether to go to Duke Honey to buy some candy for Charlie.

"I don't recommend that you do that." Carl took off his school uniform and said, "Quirrell told me on the way that the atmosphere at Hogwarts is tense right now, and the professors are staring at everyone. ”

As a student who has just graduated for a few years, and with his weak personality, it is really difficult for people who have come into contact with Quirrell to associate him with his teacher.

In fact, Quirrell himself sees himself in this way, and in many ways he retains the childishness of his students.

Because of this, even if the relationship is not so close, on the way back from class, Quirrell is still willing to talk to Carl for a while.

They talked about a wide range of topics, from learning – more of Carl's advice – to the annoyances of life.

It was from Quirrell that Carl learned about the current state of Hogwarts.

The war between Gryffindor and Slytherin seems to be over on the surface, but many people know Gryffindor's temperament, but Charlie, the leader of Gryffindor, is not yet healthy, so everything seems to be calm.

Now that Charlie is back, the professors are keeping an eye on everyone, and they hope that this is the end of the semester and that the last semester will be spent in peace.

"Wait a few more days, they can't stay like this." Carl reassured, "Exams are coming soon." ”

"Exams?" Lee Jordan probed from the side and said stunned, "What exam?" ”

"Final exam." Carl rolled his eyes, "Less than two months to go." ”

"And what about two months? God, you're not going to start reviewing now. Lee Jordan exclaimed.

"Lee, if you're still that stupid, then I'm really worried about your final grades." Fred had already figured it out and grinned.

George laughed, "That's right, Lee, we don't want to see you in first grade next year." ”

Lee Jordan looked at the two of them speechlessly: "At least the two of you should be more worried than me, at least I did my homework seriously." ”

"Who knows, Lee, sometimes, you have to admit that sometimes, method is more important than effort." Fred lay back and covered himself with a quilt. "Now, go to sleep."

Carl smiled and ignored Lee Jordan's longing eyes, and also learned that Fred and George had slept with him.

In the dark, Lee Jordan was silent for a long time and still asked: "So, what does this have to do with the exam?" ”

Fred and George couldn't hold back any longer, laughing, they reached out and high-fived in celebration: "I knew it!" ”

Lee Jordan also realized that he had been tricked by the twins, and he said unhappily: "Okay! I'm just that stupid, so, which of you can explain it to me? ”

Carl smiled and was about to speak, Lee Jordan suddenly said: "Carl, don't speak, I want to see if these two really have any high opinions, or they have tricked me!" ”

Karl smiled and raised his hands.

"Lee, you have to figure out a question, is the exam only for students? Professors need to get busy sooner, especially the fifth-grade owls! As long as they're busy······"

George's voice came from the side with a stifled laugh.

"Ahh I understand that as long as they are busy, they will naturally have no time to keep an eye on us. Lee Jordan replied preemptively.

"That's it, can you sleep peacefully now?"

Sure enough, as Carl had assumed, it wasn't long before he heard the good news from Quirrell.

The professors got busy.

It was one night when Professor Carlo was surprisingly absent from his office, and there was only Quirrell in the office.

"He's gone to a meeting." Quirrell explained, "Last year's OWLS weren't that good overall, and Professor McGonagall was angry, so this year they were extra cautious. ”

Perhaps it's getting familiar these days, Quirrell adds, "If this year is still not so optimistic, I'm sure Professor McGonagall will really look for an opportunity to turn the sixth graders into pigs next year." ”

When he finished speaking, Quack laughed.

Carl blinked, laughing at the thought of the funny scene.

"What about you? Quirrell. Carl asked curiously, "Why didn't you go?" ”

The depression on Quirrell's face flashed, "Nobody cares about Muggle studies, it's a, uh, Karl, anyway, if you want to learn something, don't choose this course." ”

"And divination, that teacher turned out to be a Ravenclaw graduate too! God, she's a Ravenclaw face! Her classes are a favorite of all students who like to mess around. Quirrell added, "Of course, if you're going to challenge for twelve course achievements, I didn't say that. ”

He looked at Carl, opened his mouth, and finally asked, "You're going to challenge, right?" All the best students will try to do this. ”

"Including Dumbledore, Voldemort?" Carl asked curiously.

"Who?" Carl's words made Quirrell tremble in fright like a frightened bird, and his originally fluent words became stammering, "God, mystery man?" You, you, you, no, you, listen, who, say? ”

Carl was used to Quirrell's timid look, and he knew that all he had to do was smile at this time, as Professor Carlo said, Quirrell was too lacking in courage.

"Calm down, yes, I'm talking about the mystery man, but it's nothing, he's dead. Quirrell, to be honest, you need courage. If you don't want to face even a dead man, what do you do with all that dangerous dark magic? Walking around? ”

Although he is not actually dead. Carl said silently in his heart.

Karl stretched out his hand and motioned for Quirrell to relax first: "Now, calm down and take a deep breath." ”

Quirrell complied, and after a few deep breaths, he said to Carl with a wry smile, "I beg you, Carl, you are of Muggle origin, you don't understand the horrors of the mysterious man, and no one among wizards wants to talk about him, even if he is dead. ”

"But why?" Carl couldn't understand why people were so scared, after all, this was a theoretically dead man.

Quirrell glanced around in horror, as if afraid of being heard by the mysterious man: "This name has been magical, and in the past, when people mentioned him, his minions would come as expected, bringing death and spreading fear. ”

Quirrell shuddered at the sight of death.

"And." Quirrell's voice lowered, "Some of them, those of his most faithful followers, the most die-hard Death Eaters declared that he wasn't dead. He once said that he had conquered death. ”

"Anyway, Carl, trust me, don't mention him in front of any wizard."

Carl nodded, "Well, what about Dumbledore?" Did he also get a Twelve Certificates? ”