"Graham Monty."

Quidditch's most anticipated event is just around the corner on Saturday this week, and the Slytherin and Gryffindor squad are in full swing for their final training sessions.

On Thursday night, Karl, who cast the illusion spell, stood guard at the door of the castle, and unsurprisingly blocked the people he wanted to block.

Graham Monty was so stout that he would not look out of place even if he blended in with the orangutans. But at this moment, he was like a docile and harmless rabbit, and his face was full of panic after being targeted by the evil wolf.

"What's wrong with you?" The accomplice beside him asked.

"Tell them you're okay." The voice behind him whispered.

"I ······ I... Didn't ······ Affair. He stammered a little.

Carl held back the anger in his heart, it was hard to imagine that the clumsy acting skills of the person in front of him could be a Slytherin.

"Say you want to urinate urgently!" He hurried.

"I ······ I think... Toilet! Montei suddenly pulled his legs and ran out, no matter how many people behind him shouted.

Carl breathed a long sigh of relief, it seemed that he had observed correctly, this Montei was indeed a fool, not really shrewd, and deliberately used clumsy acting skills to make people around him suspicious.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Run, run.

He walked calmly past the still confused Slytherins.

Montay was in fear.

He could feel the wind stirring behind him, and the noise seemed to tell him that the danger was not yet gone.

He could only run forward.

As he ran, he suddenly regretted it.

He should have run towards the castle. In the castle, he was safer, there were seniors, there were professors, and the damn Karl would not dare to move.

But why did he come to me?

Montay was a little confused, shouldn't he be looking for Alexis?

Just as he was distracted, a subtle but swifter spell suddenly burst out from not far away, striking Monty's back with a delicate blow.

Monty's body suddenly stiffened like a stone, and he fell straight forward to the ground.

Carl gasped and walked over.

He didn't expect this guy named Monty to be so able to run, if it weren't for the live map, he might have really lost Monty.

Luckily, there is magic in this world.

He walked up to Monty, looked around, and checked on the map of the living spots.

No one.

A rope came out of Carl's sleeve, like a poisonous snake slowly crawling onto Monty's legs.

Ever since the last time he fought the wizard named Karkaroff, Karl had always carried a handkerchief that could be turned into a rope.

"Hello, Graham Monty." Carl said mildly. "Of course, I know you can't speak right now, so I'll unravel the spell for you."

"But promise me, don't make a lot of noise, I don't want to attract outsiders." He continued, slowly. "Of course, you can believe it or not, believe me, there is a spell called 'Drill the Heart and Cut the Bone' that fits the situation very well."

He waved his wand.

"You can't ······" Monty's legs were shaking, "That's forbidden······ You're going to be in Azkaban······"

Carl didn't expect the person in front of him to be so stupid, how could he be that thing?

Still, he decided to scare the person in front of him: "Of course, of course, but there are some other good spells that can be replaced, aren't they?" For example, do you like to spit out some slugs? ”

Montei covered his mouth, and the nausea on his face flashed.

Thanks to Fred and George, I won't go into details, but after that, the spell became one of the spells that the students were unspoken to forbidden.

No one likes to spit out a slug while eating in the cafeteria, watching the people around them eat and eat.

"Well, this isn't actually torture, but what about the deadtongue charm? Do you like to stick your tongue and palate together to make a dumb one? ”

This was the mantra of the Karl Society.

"Or a bone shaved off." Carl pretended to be distressed and said, "I don't use this spell very well, after all, there is nothing to practice with, but you are so strong, you shouldn't die, right?" ”

"Oh, there's a variant of the Expansion Charm, and heck, if it weren't for that book, I didn't know it would have worked like that, and if you have a little bigger lungs, you'll have a hard time breathing, that's a funny idea······ Hey, you, why are you crying? ”

Carl looked speechlessly at Montay who was already in tears in front of him.

"Mom! Mom!!" Graham Montey cried and called out to his mother.

Looking at the already collapsed montage in front of him, Carl pursed his lips.

Well, a boring soul that can't be sold for a good price.

Carl had indeed planned to punish the Slytherin in front of him, and if it weren't for the one in front of him, he would have had a much better life now.

He crouched down beside Monty and gently wiped the tears from Monty's face with his hand. "Be good, be good, don't cry, as long as you are obedient, I will let you go."

Montay didn't seem to hear Carl's soft comfort, he had closed his eyes, and he only knew that he was crying and calling for his mother.

"Monty!" Carl suddenly pulled Monta's face up and whispered, "I don't have that much patience!" ”

The sharp pain caused Monty to stop crying, and he opened his eyes in fear.

"Good." Carl slammed his wrist and ripped Monty's face away. "Laugh at it. Wouldn't it be great, you see? ”

He patted Monty's cheek, leaving a clear red mark on Monty's face, and said, "Now, follow my orders, and then our grievances will be written off, understand?" ”

"Understood." Monty whispered, tilting his head back in fear, trying to stay away from Carl.

"Good." Karl said the second one well. "I need you to make a date for me."

Monta opened his mouth in surprise.

Of course he knew who Carl was talking about, but he couldn't figure out why Carl was doing it.

"On Saturday, morning, before a Quidditch match, I hope to see him at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest – Hagrid will be going to cheer Gryffindor on that day."

That's something he'd confirmed with Hagrid.

"Do you need me to repeat it a second time?"

Monty shook his head as soon as he repeated it in his mouth.

Carl smiled again and said, "Good, but do you think a fourth person should know about this?" ”

Montay's head shook like a rattle.

"Very well, Montay, I think we'll get along well in the future, you're not as stupid as you seem."

The rope silently burrowed into Carl's cuff and turned back into a handkerchief, and Carl disappeared in a montage of astonishment.

By the time Carl returned to Gryffindor's common room, there was no one in the lounge.

It's normal though, and if you come back after curfew, there's no one in the Gryffindor break room.

The Montay affair was nothing more than a trivial matter, and after an easy solution, Carl went back to the treasure room on the eighth floor.

In the last few days, he had to prepare a suitable routine—one that included black magic.

This is obviously not what he can show in front of Flitwick.