"There were a lot of big names that day, the Minister of Magic, Mr. Malfoy, Warrington, ······"

Quirrell gave a lot of names in one go, and it was clear that the dinner party was still fresh in his memory, and he finally said, "Everyone had a great time." Carl, you really should go, it's not all adults, many adults have children. ”

Carl listened patiently to Quirrell and smiled, "Indeed, but we should start studying, Professor Quirrell." ”

Today they are mainly to find out, they haven't seen each other for two months, and Quirrell hopes to be able to see Carl's current situation and get to the bottom of Carl.

Carl gladly accepted this.

He felt like he had grown a lot this summer, not only thanks to his own talent, but also to the Weasleys, who had benefited Charlie, Percy and Mr. Weasley.

"Work your magic to your heart's content, Karl. This is a teaching aid I borrowed from the Caro family, it has good defensive capabilities, can also leave clear traces of magic, and is also very easy to repair later. ”

Quirrell brought a figure made of Mithril and motioned for Carl to use magic directly on the doll. He himself watched Carl's use and scored it.

It's like the final exams at Hogwarts every year.

Starting with the most basic levitation spells, Carl showed off the spells he had learned.

Levitation Charm.

Disarming Spell.

Iron Armor.

Water Column Spell.

Obstacle Spell.

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Spells were pronounced from Karl's mouth, cast with the help of the purple-shirted wand, and various light effects flashed through the room, either powerful or hidden.

Quirrell was able to keep his composure at first, but by the end he was completely stunned as Carl squandered his magical talents.

He didn't notice that his eyes were full of jealousy and envy.

It wasn't Quirrell's malice towards Carl, it was a simple instinct.

It was Quirrell's desire to be a good wizard for higher talents, more likely to be powerful.

"How?"

When it was all over, Carl couldn't help but sigh, he was now feeling so tired that it was as if there was a spoon stirring in his head.

It was the first time he had used his magic without reservation, and it was the first time he had discovered that wizards really had blue stripes like the characters in the games he had played.

No, to be exact, the more he used the magic, the more clearly he could feel that something within him was fading as he used the spell.

That feeling was even more pronounced in the back, as if it was mining, and the further he went, the less he went, so he had to put more effort into digging a little bit.

"Well, of course, of course." Quirrell repeated, he repeated, and suddenly asked, "How many spells do you know······"

"I don't know, about thirty or so? If so, more······ There are a lot of spells I haven't tried yet - you all say it's dangerous to practice spells privately. Carl couldn't concentrate and rubbed his temples and said.

"Including some family spells?" Quirrell thought back to the magic Carl had just cast.

"Yes."

"What do you learn?" Chiloch said.

In the wizarding world, house charms are basically tied to housewives, and few male wizards learn them.

"Well, because it's simpler."

This is true, many of Carl's life spells, such as the Descaling Charm, were learned at the Weasleys, and when Mrs. Weasley used them, he watched them a few times.

Later, he also became Mrs. Weasley's assistant.

At first, Mrs. Weasley was tempted to refuse, but when she saw that he was able to become proficient in the family spells after only a few lessons, Carl quickly became her model child, and was often used to educate Fred and George.

"Relatively simple······" Quirrell remembered Carl's learning speed and sighed, "Indeed, it's simple, for you. ”

He thought for a moment and said, "I'm not an Auror, Carl, and you don't need to be an Auror now. So these spells are enough purely for dealing with the trouble of school - there is no major danger to the school after all, and I don't want you to be a 'danger'. ”

"If you want to learn more about the magic of attacking, you can choose to become an Auror. Now that Moody is a freshman instructor for the Aurors, he will definitely benefit a lot if you become his student. Do you know him? ”

"Yes." Carl said simply, he was still adjusting to his physical discomfort.

"Of course, if you want to learn some defensive spells, then we can keep learning." Quirrell said happily. "I can't say I'm highly accomplished in this area, but I think I can teach you now."

"And what about the Dark Arts?" Carl suddenly said, "Like some not-so-bad dark magic? ”

Quirrell was visibly taken aback by Carl's words, he suddenly became nervous and stammered again, "Black, black magic? What······· No, no, no, Carl, I'm not going to teach you dark magic. ”

The nerves in Carl's brain jumped suddenly, and the pain made him frown, revealing a look of misunderstanding.

This scene was seen by Quirrell, and he stammered even more when he misunderstood, and said, "Ka, Carl, I, I can't, no, can teach you dark magic, I, I swear." ”

"Swore an oath, to whom?" Karl swallowed the pain in his head and looked at Quirrell.

Quirrell shook his head, reluctant to say the man's name.

"Professor Caro?" Carl guessed as he watched Quirrell's expression.

Professor Carlo has exactly that motivation.

In several conversations with Professor Caro, Carl could sense that he always seemed to have a scruple about himself.

He felt that Professor Carlo wanted to be in control and subject to the arrangement.

But after realizing how Polo, the bastard devil, had deceived him, Karl would not give himself to anyone again.

Yourself, only you can control your own destiny.

Quirrell didn't answer, he begged for mercy, "Carl, don't ask again, I promised not to tell you." ”

This answer undoubtedly told Carl the answer.

Carl felt a resentment grow in his chest, and his tired brain completely lost its self-control, allowing it to burn in Carl's heart like wildfire.

"What's wrong with you? Cal? Quirrell was taken aback by Carl.

Feeling the muscles on his face tremble, Carl struggled to clench his wand in his hand, the cold wand helped him again, and he struggled to squeeze out a smile, "That's all for today, Quirrell, I think of something." Today Gryffindor Quidditch auditions, my friends want me to go and cheer them on. ”

He lied to Quirrell, but Quirrell didn't know it.

Eventually, under Quirrell's regretful gaze, Carl hurried out of the classroom.