After spending some time in the second grade, Carl and others generally felt that it was no different from the first grade.

The same teachers, the same classes, and even the homework didn't go a little more just because they were in the second grade.

If there's one thing that the Gryffindor students regret unhappy, it's that Potions classes have been added by two and flying lessons have been cancelled.

This meant that they had to see Snape's stinky face three times a week.

Obviously, this is not a good thing for Gryffindor students.

Since the beginning of the school year, Snape has not changed his usual vitriol, and may even seem more familiar with the students because he is familiar with them.

Especially with Gryffindor and Slytherin points delaying and the Quidditch season coming again.

"So, Miss Spinnert." He said softly to Arya, the corners of his black robe already stained with potion, "This is the third cauldron you've blown up in class, have you ever considered tossing your poor teacher in a different way next time?" ”

"No, sir." Arya was not the first time she had been frightened, and Carl and other classmates who knew her well could hear her holding back, "It was just an accident." ”

"It's another accident, Gryffindor deducts five points." Snape nodded in satisfaction and left with a smile.

"I'm sure he did it on purpose." Lee Jordan said to Carl secretly. "He was always deliberately leaning in front of her just now."

"Lee Jordan! If you can finish the potion without relying on Carl, your mom will surely cry for you! Snape growled, "Because you've got a head in addition to your hands!" ”

Lee Jordan clenched the snake tooth in his hand that was about to grind, and Karl couldn't help but glared at Snape.

The professor is not only insulting Lee Jordan's IQ, but also provoking a relationship between them.

"I'm going to have to clean him up sooner or later."

After this class, Carl said again.

Fred and George nodded heartily, then sighed again.

"But how?"

Carl wasn't the only one who said this, but Snape was still standing on the podium spraying his own venom, which was enough to tell.

It's easy to trick the professor, but it's not so easy to leave a handle behind.

"Maybe we can write some anonymous letters to disgust him." Lee Jordan had a hard time coming up with an idea, and Snape's words did hurt him today.

"Can I add something on top?" Fred and George have been researching the powers of magical beasts and herbs lately, "but he's a potions teacher, and it's hard to disgust him with ordinary things." ”

Karl sighed, "I don't think Snape will open the anonymous letter. Someone like him······ No, it doesn't have to be ······"

Carl suddenly thought of a possibility.

"What's wrong?" Fred and George glanced at each other, and both realized that Carl must have thought of some key problem.

"I'll have to think about it." Karl motioned for them not to ask again, "I did think of a way to get Snape to read the anonymous letter, but it was too much, and I don't think the hatred between me and Snape was even there. ”

Potions, Herbs, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and when the day's lessons were over, Fred, George and the others hurriedly said goodbye to Carl and they were going to the team's first tryout.

Karl politely declined Cedric's invitation to go to the library with him.

Ever since he acquired Peeves' treasure, a daily treasure hunt has become a must-do for him and Hattings.

He's also working on a big project to sift through the books and pick out the ones that are useful.

The main purpose of this thing is not to find treasure, it is only incidental.

Carl wasn't convinced that there were any really useful books out there—the forbidden section was undoubtedly better than here.

His main purpose was to clear a large open space for the study of black magic in the future.

Those worthless books have become Karl's brick wall, and if there are really some small accidents, at least the loss will not make the hearts of those who come after them feel painful.

By the time Carl walked into the dining room hungry, Fred and the others were already sitting there waving at him.

"Where have you been? I went to the library and didn't find you. Lee Jordan handed Karl a note, curious. When we walked into the castle, a senior sent us, why did Dumbledore look for you again? ”

Carl opened it and looked at the contents, raised an eyebrow, put the note away, and replied, "I went out for a trip." Have you all read this note? ”

Fred and the others squeezed at each other, and George said, "Carl, the note is not a secret. ”

Carl snorted and hurriedly ate a few bites: "What time is it?" ”

"It's past seven o'clock, and there's still a little time before eight o'clock." Fred smiled and brought the creamy mushroom soup to Carl.

Dumbledore's Headmaster's office was on the eighth floor, but he didn't have to climb to the eighth floor, and the spiral staircase on the second floor was as convenient as an elevator.

As the spiral staircase slowly ascended, Karl pondered why Dumbledore had asked him to see him.

Most likely, it's still Professor Carlo's business.

They had taken advantage of the lockdown last year, and according to Professor Caro, Dumbledore might have been in a know-it-the-go-see attitude towards it.

But there is no such thing as confinement this year, and Professor Carlo has told Carl that he will deal with it.

This year's delayed start of teaching seems to confirm this.

In the Headmaster's office, Dumbledore was wearing a set of purple pajamas and smiling at Carl as he walked in.

"Good evening, Carl." "If you're a little late," he said, "I think I can go to bed and give you a taste of being closed." ”

"I'm sorry, sir." Karl said obediently. "They didn't find me, so I came over after dinner."

Although there was little communication with Dumbledore, as Carl learned more about the person in front of him and the more fully he understood the wizarding world, Carl became more and more in awe of the amiable headmaster in front of him.

Both awe and awe.

"You can see you must be busy." Still smiling, Dumbledore said, "It's rare to see a motivated student like you these days. ”

Carl's heart couldn't help jumping, he thought for a while, and responded: "Sir, no one's success comes easily, if I want to climb the peak of magic, I definitely need a lot of time to practice, to think, to learn." ”

"Yes, but companionship is also important. As you move up, you'll find like-minded friends who will benefit you a lot. Dumbledore seemed to think of something, and sighed, "How good it is for two people to forge ahead with each other and make progress together, to be both companions and rivals." ”

"So never forget to communicate with others, friends, teachers, experts who are proficient in various fields······" Dumbledore probably said.

He paused, waiting for Carl to digest it before getting down to business.

"Professor Carlo is going to compile a booklet on the defense of the Dark Arts, which is mainly about defense and treatment against the somewhat excessive mischievous spells - you know, there are a lot of such spells among students, but a lot of junior students have a hard time getting the hang of it."

Karl received Dumbledore's scrutinizing gaze with a blank expression.

"Professor Quirrell undoubtedly wanted to be involved, and he recommended you to me in the hope that you would be able to provide a new perspective on this pamphlet as a student."

"What do you think? Carl Jr.? ”