Carl had a lot of plans.

Some of these plans are not suitable for those around you to know.

However, the persistence of these people disrupted Carl's plan.

That's why Carl is so much more honest.

Fortunately, there are fewer such scenes in April.

First, as the final date approached, many seniors had to start busy with their futures, and second, the strict precautions of Gryffindor and the professors also made many people lose their minds.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that the Gryffindor-Slytherin match is about to take place in the middle of this month.

Thanks to Alexis, or Snape, Gryffindor and Slytherin have never been as close to each other as they are now.

With two months left until the end of the semester, they have already split evenly.

This meant that once a Slytherin was defeated head-on in a Quidditch match, one of Gryffindor's hands touched the final trophy.

Coupled with the fact that this is Charlie's last performance, it is said that the coach and key players of the England team will come to watch the game.

All of the above factors have caused many people's eyes to focus on this game, and naturally there will be a lot less attention to Karl.

In fact, Carr had noticed Professor McGonagall talking to Charlie and Wood more than once, and it was clear that no one wanted anything like the last one for this upcoming match.

However, this also puts a lot of pressure on the Quidditch players, especially those who are new to the Quidditch team.

With the exception of Andrew Kirk and Jack Smileper, who have decided to quit the Quidditch team next school year, there is no pressure, and the rest are still reserves.

With the exception of Fred and George, who are almost in good shape (Andrew and Jack are competing against them), the rest of the squad is quietly working for a place in this game.

Even Fred and George had a lot of playfulness, and except for the days when they were doing their homework, they took their brooms to the Quidditch team's training.

Angelina, Alya, and Lee Jordan consciously avoided even communication - the three of them were competing for a spot, and at this moment, it was hard to ask a group of twelve-year-olds to completely ignore normal interactions.

It is precisely because of this that after entering April, Carl has his own space.

However, he still did not do his own personal business, on the contrary, he spent more time with his friends.

They were all friends with Carl, and Carl was the only one in the competition who had nothing to do with him.

So there were things that had to be left to Carl to do - he didn't want their group's friendship to fall apart over such a trivial matter.

For Carl, who was busy with his friends, Hattings looked down on him, so they had a big fight for the first time.

"As soon as the quota is confirmed, these things will soon pass." Hattings hit the nail on the head of the problem, "The number of places is uncertain, they all have hope, and naturally it is difficult to get along. ”

He sees these things as boring emotional games for children, and insists that Carl should devote himself to more important things.

For example, practicing black magic.

It's been a long time since Carl has practiced more new dark arts, much to the displeasure of Hattings.

"You can't stop, the strong are never satisfied." It says.

But Karl, who has matured, has a different perspective on Heatings' words.

He never stopped, he just didn't want to delve into other areas of the dark arts.

Carl's refusal to practice more Dark Arts had his own considerations - he wasn't very interested in cruel magic himself, and practiced Dark Arts just to impress Professor Caro.

Besides, at Hogwarts, mastering some dark magic is enough to defend himself, too much dark magic will only put him in an embarrassing situation.

In addition, he does not think that this is a child's emotional play.

This is the meaning of his life - if there is no emotional communication in life, then what does it mean to live?

This was the first conclusion he came to after learning about death from Professor Caro.

Hattings scoffed at this.

"The so-called feelings are just a hormone, an illusion of memory, and when you master the magic and can turn the world upside down, you will understand how vain feelings are!"

"But you have your own emotions, don't you?" Carl retorted. "It may not be like a human being, but don't you have your own emotions?"

"Of course I have emotions, but that's a testament to my weakness!" For the first time, Hattings yelled, "That's why I couldn't find a job after I came out of school!" ”

The air suddenly became dead.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds······ Carl looked at Hattings with a slight dismay.

"I'm a bad student, a bad one, Carl." "In my society, I'm a waste, so I'm grateful to Polo for being willing to take me in." ”

Carl put away his astonishment and said apologetically in a panic, "I······ No, I ······"

He didn't know what to say, he wanted to comfort Hattings as he normally did with his friend, but he found it hard to say what he wanted to say.

Hattings is the devil, and he realized early on that this being has a different moral philosophy than his own.

"Carl, I've been following Polo for a long time, and we've seen too many beings." "In the cold universe," Hattings said, "emotions are an evolutionary burden, an existential vanity, and a useful tool. ”

"Therefore, high-latitude beings tend to abandon their emotions, and even play with other people's emotions, they all understand that in this absurd world, only they are the most real existence."

"There are so many examples of this—even the magic of your world can change a person's emotions? How can an erratic thing be important? ”

"For us, it's even more so."

"Once you get emotional, your job is over – it's not easy for you to pity your customers, but your boss, your co-workers will just laugh at you."

"They laugh at you for letting go of a great opportunity, and the more difficult it is for customers, the more they have needs, and the more they have needs, the easier it is to squeeze out the biggest profits, and then they will rush to confuse him with rhetoric and eat the poor person you let go, and that person will blame you and think you are cruel and ruthless!"

Carl had a hard time imagining what kind of world it was, and the words of Hattings alone made him shudder.

He suddenly thought of something: "I came back from Diagon Alley that day, you were going to remind me?" ”

Carl was talking about a small incident very early, he was brought back from Diagon Alley by Dumbledore, and Hattings was standing in the doorway waiting for him, and he was about to say something, but was interrupted by Polo.

And after that, he signed a contract with Polo.

A contract that he regrets thinking about it now.

Hattings didn't retort: "I've reminded you of a lot of things, Carl, far more than that, but you never pay attention to it—including this one. ”

"Why?" Karl didn't understand, and according to his understanding, Hattings seemed to know that what he was doing didn't meet the devil's standards, but he did it anyway.

"Because it's a contract." Hattings said. "Carl, your parents have a pact with us, and they want us to take care of you."

"Of course, Polo and I don't have the same understanding of 'care'."