Unlike the happy Professor Carlo, Quirrell is Quirrell.

Although he did a good job of disguising himself, one could still see that he was visibly depressed: he was more reticent than ever, and his mind wandered frequently when Professor Carlo was teaching.

Carl was worried about the mentor and friend, but Professor Carlo told Carl not to worry, Quirrell needed to be mentally prepared, and it would be better for Carl not to show up in this regard.

Carl followed Professor Caro's advice for the time being.

After Christmas, with the short break of Quidditch events, Fred, George and others came alive again in new places.

There's a little bit of something to do with Carl, and the wolf's tooth saucer he brought back is a great toy, but it's not so easy to use in the castle.

It's easy to cause unnecessary trouble at school, but bastards like Fred and George love to see it viciously biting things in their way.

In order to solve this contradiction, they cleverly found a perfect place - the Forbidden Forest.

There are enough weeds and trees there for them to enjoy the majesty of the wolf's tooth saucer.

According to Karl listening to their chit-chat in the evening, they even organized several small competitions, comparing whose wolf tooth saucer was sharper and could sweep the most trees in the shortest amount of time.

Their unscrupulousness is undoubtedly a kind of naked contempt for the guards of the Forbidden Forest.

Poor Hagrid has been battling these mischievous men since the snow melted in February, and for the most part, Hagrid, who is familiar with the Forbidden Forest, is always on the winning side.

One day in March, Carl received another note from Hagrid.

At the time, he was doing Snape's homework in the library - he was always more demanding on eugenics like Carl, and Carl had to be more serious in order not to be found faulty.

"Dear Karl,

Again, if you really can't control your friends, then I'll really tell Dumbledore. Gryffindor doesn't have many points to deduct right now.

Hagrid"

Carl knew that Hagrid was just talking angry, so he smiled and put the note aside and continued to work on his homework.

Carl decided to pick up the bastards later this time, and letting the bastards blow the night breeze would be a punishment for the bastards.

When the moon had risen, Karl made his way through the pitch-black field to Hagrid's cabin.

Normally, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan would sit in front of Hagrid's cabin with a smile on their faces, waiting for Karl to come and pick them up.

This time, though, the gang was gone.

"Carl, this is the last time!"

The good-natured Hagrid was eating dinner in the house when he heard Toothtooth shouting and ran out, and when he saw Carl, he invited him into the house and served him a plate of roasted sausages.

"What about them?"

Carl looked around, and it was obvious that there were no three people in the hut.

"I asked Charlie to pick them up." Hagrid complained, "You didn't come for a long time, Charlie came over for some business, so I asked him to take these little bastards with me!" If they stay a little longer, I'm afraid my house will be demolished by them!" ”

Carl smiled awkwardly, "I was deliberately late. I want them to understand not to be unscrupulous because of their relationship with me. ”

Hagrid glared at Karl, "Carl, I'm not going to be fooled, you have to do a lot better than you." ”

Karl didn't want Hagrid to be entangled in this kind of question, so he changed the subject: "What is Charlie doing in the forbidden forest?" ”

"He's coming to see Louwe." "He's not like you, he's a big fan of Fantastic Beasts, and he's a protégé of Professor Kettleburn, so he's often come over to help. ”

Professor Kettleburn is a professor in the Fantastic Beasts Conservation class and one of the school's well-known eccentrics.

His madness even made people wonder if the Sorting Hat had been a fool of what had allowed such a complete eccentric to run from Ravenclaw to Hufflepuff.

However, his level is still affirmed by everyone, so to be called the professor's protégé, Charlie's attainments in magical beasts must not be low.

However, Karl had nothing to do with it, he just wanted to distract Hagrid from it.

"What is Lowe?"

"A little cutie. It's just a little bit smaller. ”

Hagrid gestured again, and when it came to these animals, Hagrid always showed a kind of motherhood, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he said distressedly:

"The first time I saw it at the pig's head bar, it was so skinny that the Greek guy made it suffer a lot, so I bought it right away. Now Professor Kettleburn, and I have Charlie taking care of it, and hopefully it will grow a little bit better next year. ”

Carl blinked, he didn't know much about magical beasts, except for the dark creatures in Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he didn't usually take the initiative to learn about these animals.

So he couldn't really tell what kind of animal it was from Hagrid's gestures. However, from the location of the pig's head bar, Carl had already guessed that this thing would definitely not be a regular thing.

"So, what is it?" Carl asked.

"A three-headed Greek dog, Carl." Hagrid scratched his face and mumbled. "A tiny three-headed dog."

"Really?" Karl looked out at the sky and said, "Can I take a look at it sometime?" I'll go back and check what it likes, maybe I can bring something along. ”

"Well, actually," Hagrid said, "you don't have to check what it likes, it likes to sleep, and it dreams well when it listens to music, so you don't have to bring anything, just sing a song to it next time." ”

Carl wasn't at all interested in singing to a dog, but he said perfunctorily, "Singing? Maybe I can bring a music box for it? ”

Leaving Hagrid's hut, after entering the castle, it was already half past eight o'clock, a little bit before their curfew time.

As he walked back to the dormitory, the corners of Carl's mouth couldn't help but smile at the thought of the possible grievances and grievances of these people now.

On his way upstairs, he saw Quirrell.

Quirrell looked in a trance, and he staggered past Karl, not noticing an acquaintance nearby.

"Quirrell?" Karl stopped his friend.

As if he hadn't heard, Quirrell continued to walk downstairs.

Karl frowned, Quirrell didn't look like a living person at all.

Manipulating the magic of people?

The alarm in Carl's heart lifted as he pulled out his wand and walked quickly to Quirrell.

"Quirrell?!"

He looked nervously at the deranged friend in front of him, and once he remained sluggish, Karl planned to knock him unconscious and take him to Madam Pomfrey to see.

Quirrell stood there for a long time, and just as Carl couldn't help but make a move, his eyes suddenly became clear.

"Carl?" He looked at Carl in surprise and then looked around, "Why am I here?!" ”

"That's what I'm going to ask you." Karl's brow was still furrowed, and he suddenly asked, "Which spell did we learn last Saturday?" ”

"All curses come to an end." Quirrell's face was pale, and he was knowledgeable enough to realize what Carl's suspicions were, "No, it's impossible. ”