The air seemed to freeze.

Karl silently clenched his wand as he observed Quirrell.

If Quirrell really thinks he's okay, he's going to go ahead with his plan and send his teacher to Madam Pomfrey.

The horror on Quirrell's face didn't dissipate, and he stammered, "Yes······ It's Professor Caro. ”

Karl had already guessed this possibility, so he didn't speak.

"We're working on a notebook." Quirrell said, "It's the notebook!" Nope······ I'm not sure ······"

He blinked in confusion, as if remembering some more detail.

"I'm going to see Dumbledore!" Quirrell straightened up suddenly. "Professor Carlo······" He suddenly cried out in pain, and a series of dense red pus pockets had already climbed up his nose and face, and soon spread to his hands covering his face.

Karl narrowed his eyes and tried to stop the curse in front of him with the healing spell he knew, but to little avail.

Quirrell took a painful step back, slumped to the ground, and shouted, "Don't come near me, Carl!" ”

He sobbed and prayed to the sky, repeating "I won't, won't, never, tell Dumbledore!" ”

As if to hear his prayer, or if it was just a warning, the pustule on Quirrell's body vanished in the blink of an eye, as if nothing had ever happened.

Completely disengaged, Quirrell sat down on the ground, gasping for breath with tears of happiness in his eyes for the rest of his life.

Without saying a word, Karl looked at the poor man in front of him.

"Quirrell ······"

Quirrell looked up, a strange expression on his face, as if it was a pleading, but also a look of fear.

Karl ······ Please, don't tell anyone. ”

"······"

"I'm fine, it's supposed to be that notebook." Quirrell let himself let out a reluctant smile, "Dark magic items are always so dangerous. ”

Quirrell was clearly not a liar, but both of the people present accepted the lie.

"Do you still have any memories of the past?" Carl asked, "Is this the first time?" ”

Quirrell shook his head, "I don't know. ”

"Do you know where you're going?"

Quirrell pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Maybe somewhere in Hogwarts?" I wasn't impressed at all. ”

Carl glanced at Quirrell sympathetically.

"So, I'm leaving, you're going to ······"

"I ······· I'm going to see ······." Quirrell's eyes widened, his hands clenched unconsciously, and he whispered with a trembling voice, "I'm going to see Professor Carlo, he must know." ”

Karl frowned: "If you can······" His relationship with Professor Caro was very delicate now, and with his own plans, he didn't want Professor Carlo to know about it.

If Professor Carlo knew he had ruined his good deeds, it might have pushed his plans down an uncontrollable path.

"No, Carl, Carl, no." Quirrell suddenly took Carl's hand, his palms were sweaty, "I can't lie, I can't······ Carl, I'm sorry, I'm sorry······"

At the end of the day, he began to cry again: "For your sake, for the sake of me helping you, Carl, I'm sorry. ”

Carl looked at Quirrell crying, and the annoyance on his face flashed.

He hated the crying Quirrell in front of him.

For some reason, that anger seemed to come out of nowhere, and then it was out of control.

But now is not the time to get angry, and before you get angry, you have to understand why you are angry.

These are the things that the great wizards told him.

Carl took a deep breath and shook Quirrell's hand away, "Then please say less. ”

"Less?" Quirrell was stunned.

"You just said I ran into you on the road." Carl taught Quirrell how to lie, "And then you came to your senses. ”

This is true, but many details are omitted.

"This ······" Quirrell wondered, "Will this work?" ”

"You do it first!" Karl emphasized impatiently.

Carl's tough attitude obviously frightened Quirrell, who was already in a panic, his frightened shoulders were raised high, he glanced at Carl worriedly, and immediately lowered his head, repeating it several times in his mouth.

"I ran into Carl, and I came to my senses... I ran into Carl, and then I came to my senses... I..."

He muttered as he walked towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts office.

Carl watched Quirrell disappear from his field of vision, and sighed unconsciously.

He seemed to have figured out why he hated Quirrell in front of him so much.

Maybe it's because of a similar encounter.

When I break the contract, will I back down like Quirrell?

Quirrell's pitiful and horrible appearance appeared in front of Carl's eyes.

He shuddered.

A shrill meow broke Carl's musings.

He snorted, took out his wand and tapped it lightly.

Soon, a middle-aged man walked briskly with an oil lamp.

"Where?!" Filch roared, "Don't let me find you, trickster! ”

Karl walked quietly past the angry Filch, his phantom spell was now very proficient, and this was where the confidence of his travel lies.

With no one around, Carl pinched the wand in his hand and hesitated for a moment, finally letting go of the idea of casting a few mischievous spells.

He hated Filch, but this time he forgot it.

Seeing Quirrell's pitiful appearance again, he really had no interest in brandishing his wand to bully the weaker Filch.

This kind of tasteless work is still left to Fred and George. Carl thought as he stood in front of the portrait of the fat lady.

"Long-tongued woman."

The fat lady, who was already asleep, opened her eyes.

"Another sneaky guy! God, do you all like stealth so much? ”

Carl untied the magic on his body and casually asked, "Who else can spell the illusion?" ”

It was a really hard spell, he taught the whole dorm, but none of them knew it.

Even Fred and George, who were eager to do something bigger with the spell, practiced it for a long time and eventually gave up.

"That was many years ago." The fat lady seemed to remember something and scolded, "Those people are all troublemakers like your dormitory!" Can't you get in? I'm going to sleep! ”

Karl bowed embarrassedly and said, "Excuse me, fat lady." ”

The fat lady opened the door and muttered, "Even this fake politeness is exactly the same." ”

Carl walked into the dormitory and was greeted by a commotion.

Fred and George were teaming up to hit Lee Jordan on the head with a pillow. And Lee Jordan did not show weakness and held two pillows, one blocking his head, and the other waving around looking for a chance for revenge.

They were smiling, and the half-empty butterbeer on the table showed that the joke had been going on for a long time.

Seeing Carl, they all pounced.

"Carl! How dare you let us blow the cold wind there! Fred and George tied Karl's arms, and Lee Jordan strangled Karl from behind.

"Did you know that Hagrid made us eat his crust cake!" Thinking of his poor teeth, Lee Jordan couldn't help but increase his strength. "Oh my God, I don't want to drink teething pills anymore!"

Karl smiled and pretended to struggle, "Ahhh ”

For some reason, when he saw this group of friends, the worries in his heart were suddenly swept away.