Quirrell really didn't know that Dumbledore's time as a student was too far away from them, and that Dumbledore had been the famous Dumbledore for as long as he could remember.

But Carl knew that during the Christmas holidays, he had researched a lot of Dumbledore's sources.

Dumbledore didn't choose all of his classes.

Although he didn't know what Voldemort's name was at Hogwarts, Carl guessed that the most dangerous student in Hogwarts history might not have done anything like that.

There are many reasons for this, and Carl has studied the true masters of magic, and found that they all have one thing in common: they have a clear plan for their future, and they are committed to it early on.

For these people, instead of taking an extra course that is useless to them, it is better to spend more time on something that interests them.

He has benefited a lot from the deeds of these people, so he also intends to learn from these masters.

"So now, let's get started." Quirrell coughed, and cautiously pulled a book with a silver-white cover from Professor Caro's drawer.

"That's your mission tonight." As Quirrell spoke, "This is my manuscript, originally in the possession of Professor Carlo's house, and your task tonight is to finish the first chapter of this book." ”

"Just copy the first chapter?" Curious, Carl took the book from the Carlo family.

"yes, that book, uh, is too dangerous." Quirrell explained, "There are not only theories of dark magic, but also some spells that are not suitable for you to use, which is very dangerous. ”

"Theory again?" Carl opened the book in disappointment and said dejectedly, "When exactly will I be able to learn spells?" ”

"I don't know, Carl." Quirrell said honestly, "Maybe wait until you graduate?" Very little, well, at least I know that there are only a few people who start learning the real dark arts while they are at Hogwarts. ”

Theory and magic are different after all, just like the difference between learning military theory and actually giving students a gun, the former is a fanciful statement, which may be of great benefit to the future, and may even cause greater harm because of it, but it is an empty theory after all, and cannot intuitively harm people.

But guns are different, when a person has a gun, then there is the possibility of actually hurting people.

"Graduation? No, I can't wait until I graduate. Carl subconsciously retorted.

Although life at Hogwarts was so happy that he sometimes forgot his mission, Hastings' Christmas words stabbed him up.

Magic was beautiful, and the theories of black magic revealed a more magnificent world, but he didn't have the time to explore it.

What he needs now is not theory, but strength, the power that will not be hoisted up again by Snape, the power to be able to defeat Voldemort in the future and harvest souls to complete the contract.

"Carl, you don't have to be in such a hurry." Quirrell reassured, "You're already much better than your peers. ”

"Compared to a bunch of kids? But what about you? How does it compare to those senior grades? ”

Quirrell was silent.

Karl breathed a long sigh of relief and swept away the boredom in his heart, "I'm sorry, Quirrell, I'm not targeting you. After a pause, Carl continued, "Quirrell, I love magic, I know what you're worried about, I'm not addicted to power, and I don't crave it. ”

Karl undoubtedly lied, he did not indulge in power, but he longed for power, and that longing was as urgent as the longing of a long-droughtled sprout for rain.

"I'm just ······" Carl thought for a moment, "You know, Gryffindor lost because of some insidious trickery, and I want to help Gryffindor win the next year." ”

"Oh, Carl." Quirrell looked at Carl in surprise. "You've heard? Did Professor McGonagall say that? ”

"But Slytherin won't let us win so easily, they're going to win six in a row, seven in a row next year, do you know what that means for Slytherin in Year 7 next year?"

"They'll do whatever it takes to win trophies." "That means Wood's tragedy will happen again, maybe it will happen to me." ”

Carl looked at Quirrell, "Do you understand now?" Quirrell, I need strength, the power to protect me. ”

"Of course, of course." Quirrell muttered, "Protectable power doesn't have to be dark magic. ”

"Quirrell!" Carl's voice suddenly became louder, and with a little dissatisfaction, he shouted, "Don't I know? ”

Quirrell was startled by Carl's voice, and subconsciously leaned back, a look of fear on his face.

"No, I'm not, I mean ·······"

Carl didn't give Quirrell a chance to explain, he stood up, walked around the spot twice quickly, and suddenly stopped and said, "Quirrell, you were very good when you were a student. ”

"Well, it's okay, there are a lot of people who are better than me."

"No, I'm sure you're one of the great people too." Carl smiled, as if the thunderous explosion had never happened, "Why else would you stay in school and become a teacher?" ”

"I ······"

Without waiting for Quirrell to continue, Carl preemptively said, "Then ask yourself, is what you learned in school really enough?" ”

"This ······"

"In your long school career, please tell me, when did you really grow by leaps and bounds? First grade? Second grade? Or sixth grade? 7th grade? Or is it self-study after graduation? ”

"But this is, this is the curriculum of education." Quirrell said with some unconfidence, "Let those young students touch the advanced magic? Isn't that hurting them? ”

"What about me? Quirrell, am I a young student? ”

"Of course, no, uh, no, sorry, I don't know."

"And what about the enemy I'm facing? Quirrell, can you guarantee that those sixth, seventh-year who have been exposed to advanced magic, they won't find me? Will they let me go? Or will they follow the rules of gentlemen and get me in trouble fairer? Instead of those weird magic, you can learn the levitation charm in just the first grade? Dancing spells? ”

Karl walked up to Quirrell, looked Quirrell in his eyes, and said flat, but forcefully, "No, it can't be, they're Slytherins." ”

"They have a wider range of access to a wider range of knowledge, and I, a small, poor, helpless sophomore, am confined to books and the harmless, safe, and largely useless magic of the library!"

"I can't even afford textbooks for higher grades!"

"Now." Carl's gaze made Quirrell panic, and he barely looked away, hearing Carl whisper in his ear, "You know why I want to learn the real dark arts, right?" It was the only chance I had access to magic that really worked. ”

"No ······" Quirrell stuttered again, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead from Carl's movements.

He spoke anxiously about his opinion, but because of timidity, he spoke intermittently.

"No, it's not! Carl, Carl, you, you can go and learn those, those, well, less dangerous, but at the same time useful magic at the same time, instead of going straight to learning black magic. That's where Defence Against the Dark Arts class was born! ”

Carl stared at Quirrell, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Quirrell looked at Carl uneasily.

"For example?" Karl whispered, "The Illusion Spell? Disarming Spell? Iron Armor? Carl pondered the names of the spells he had seen in the library.

Quirrell nodded hurriedly.

"But who taught me?" Karl looked at Quirrell, "I can study here—you should guess I'm studying, not confinement—that's already Professor Carlo's blue eye, and in fact, as you can see, he has similar concerns. ”

"So." Carl squinted, trying to make his voice more powerful, "Can you?" Quirrell, I suppose you'd like to help me with this? ”