Carl held the map and strolled through the school late at night.

Unlike the twins, who love night tours, Carl has never run out so late at night.

As you can see on the map of the living spots, everyone except the ghost and the pesky Filch is now in their own resting place.

However, it is also convenient, Carl went to observe Peeves' movements, and Peeves on the map had already walked to the second floor.

"Carl?" A ghost floated past Karl, stopped suddenly, and said in surprise, "It's all at this point, why are you still here?" ”

"Hello, Sir Nicholas of Mimsy." Carl nodded lightly.

The "Sir Nicholas of Mimsey" made the ghost happy: "Little Carl, you're always so polite, unlike your two bad friends, who always call me 'Nick the Almost Headless'. ”

He grabbed his left ear and pulled it down, his head staggering off his neck, sliding to his shoulder and stopping, a very thin slit connecting his head to his body.

"Just a little bit!" Nick muttered, "Can you blame me?" ”

"Of course not, Sir Nicholas." Carl noticed Peeves suddenly appear on the eighth floor, a smile on his lips. "I have something to do, can I go?"

"Where are you going?" Nick alerted, "Carl, as the ghost of Gryffindor, I must remind you that we lost the House Cup last year just because of a few of you. ”

"But I added a lot of points last year, Sir."

Last year's Gryffindor basically remained near zero for a long time, and it was able to rise to the top, and Carl contributed a lot.

"Yes, yes." Nick scratched his head, his head shook cooperatively, and he hurriedly held it up. "But Karl, if we keep the momentum of last year, we have a chance of winning the championship."

"Of course." Karl smiled and said, "I really have something to do, can I go?" ”

"I hope you don't do bad things." Nick said. "Otherwise, I'll report it to Headmaster Dumbledore."

Carl, who had wanted to leave, suddenly stopped, and he called out to Nick, who wanted to leave, with an interested look.

"Dear sir."

"What's wrong?" Nick stopped.

"You just said report to Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"That's right!" Nick thought Carl was scared and warned, "I'll really report it to the headmaster if you really do something bad!" ”

"······ so" The excitement in Karl's eyes flashed. "You're going to do something on your own initiative?"

"Of course I will take the initiative." Nick said unhappily, "Who told you that ghosts can't do things?" ”

Carl hadn't known much about ghosts before, and the Binns professor in the history of magic made a deep impression on him, and he had always thought that ghosts were like him, just like in the book - he had a weak sense of the outside world, and he didn't care much about anything other than his "obsession" in life.

The ghosts of several other colleges fit this criterion quite well.

But this Nick's words aroused Carl's curiosity.

"But why?" Carl glanced at Peeves' location and spotted him wandering around the eighth floor, pretending to be curious, "Why do you care so much about Gryffindor's House Cup?" ”

Nick looked stunned for a moment, and said confusedly, "Shouldn't you care?" That's our glory! He puffed up his chest, "I'm the ghost of Gryffindor." ”

Carl nodded in satisfaction, and he decided to write it down and take time to study it in the future.

Nick cares far more about reality than any other ghost, and if it's because of a different obsession, then maybe it's a viable path to "avoid death".

"Great answer, sir. I'll bring you trophies. ”

After saying goodbye to Nick, Carl quickly walked towards the eighth floor.

He stopped, and Peeves looked surprised at him.

"Why are you so fast?! I deliberately ······ on the second floor."

He didn't go on because he knew he had already lost.

"Shit magic, nasty magic." He could only curse and curse everything, and then said, "This is your treasure." ”

Karl glanced at the tapestry in front of him.

It tells the story of a silly wizard who tried to teach trolls ballet, and the poor wizard was later beaten up by the trolls.

Wizards always open Karl's eyes when it comes to death.

"So where's the treasure?"

"Walk through this section of wall three times, and then concentrate on thinking: I need a place to hide something." Peeves said listlessly. "If you can get me a few big bombs, then I can tell you one more secret."

"Unfortunately, I don't have anything like that." Carl regretted.

Ever since that tragedy in the cafeteria, Carl has been so disgusted by the dung bomb that he doesn't even allow Fred and the others to hide half of it in the dormitory.

"Stinky Carl!" Peeves suddenly giggled, "You'll regret it!" ”

He floated away singing Karl's song, not caring if he would disturb the professors and principals who were also sleeping on this floor.

Carl quickly did as Peeves had told.

Sure enough, a door appeared on the blank wall.

Karl took out his wand and recited the Iron Charm - going to a strange place would always give him more security.

When he walked into the room, his eyes lit up.

It was a huge room with high ceilings, and Carl couldn't see the details even if he tried to look up.

The room is full of countless objects that seem to have been sorted out, and what seems to have been a coincidence of fate has formed a huge city.

The walls of the streets are made up of broken furniture, thousands of books have been gathered into tall buildings, many dilapidated toys have been piled up into rockeries, and several magical wolf-toothed saucers and winged slingshots are still hovering above it.

Carl wandered through and found not only these Hogwarts items, but also some broken bottles containing potions, clothing, hats, and even rusty weapons.

There is no doubt that over the millennia, many people have discovered this place and left behind the last thing they want to be seen.

It was undoubtedly a great treasure, Karl swept through the piles of books.

Most of those books are common, even broken, and should have been disposed of as garbage by people who used to be.

But for Carl now, as long as it is knowledge, he has not yet reached the point where he can be picky.

He thought about it for a moment, and took the few wolf-toothed flying saucers down - he knew that Fred and George had been hungry for this for a long time, but they didn't buy it because it was too expensive.

He wasn't going to share the secret with Fred and the others for the time being.

He and Hattings' plan needed such a place.

Once his relationship with Professor Caro had progressed, Carl was going to tell them the secret.

Karl looked at the map of the living spots in his hand.

It's a great place, at least I can have a little privacy in the future. Karl thought.

Carl on the map has disappeared without a trace.