"That's right." Fred suddenly sneered, "We made up a story about the Sorting House, and you weren't allowed to secretly tell Ron the truth about the Sorting House. ”

This is a tradition in the wizarding world, and Carl already knows that this is part of the ritual, so naturally it will not be a bad thing for others.

He rolled his eyes: "You tell me first, and I'll help you supplement it." ”

Fred nodded at Carl, looking "he knows."

Carl coughed awkwardly: "It's also for Ron's good, you don't understand." ”

Finally, the train stopped at King's Cross station.

Percy said goodbye to Carl with his brother - Charlie had gone to the Dragon Farm abroad.

"Are you coming to our house this year?" Percy invited. "Mom wants you to come and live in the Burrow for a while."

Karl glanced at the figure in the distance: "I'm not sure, I ······ There may be something else. He said to Percy, "If I go, I'll inform you with an owl." ”

He lives in East London, so it's much easier for him to get to Diagon Alley.

Percy nodded in understanding.

"Of course, you can also call me. Do you know the phone? Telephones are generally available in Muggle places. Karl said.

Percy and the others shook their heads in confusion.

"Well, I'll take you to see it next time, it's a very magical prop."

Mrs. Weasley had already arrived with Ron and Ginny.

"You're welcome to our home." She said.

Carl had no choice but to repeat what he had just said, and then said goodbye to Weasley and the others.

Take another deep breath and walk over to the man who had been waiting for him in the distance.

"Long time no see, Mr. Polo." He said.

Polo had a smile on his face, and if you ignore his cold eyes, he looks no different from those parents who are happy to pick up their children: "It's been a long time, Carl. ”

He reached out and took Carl's luggage: "Let's go, George is already driving and waiting for us." ”

Out of the station, Carl looked at the slightly luxurious car with some surprise: "This car ······"

"Not bad, right?" Polo pulled the door open, "Thank God, I made a fortune in Eastern Europe, but these things didn't work for me, so I had to spend it quickly." ”

George sat in the driver's seat and nodded at Carl to say hello.

Along the way, Carl leaned against the car window and looked at the colorful people on the road, a little dazed.

He hadn't seen such prosperity for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, I arrived at home, waiting for George to open the door.

"Hattings is dead." Karl was thinking about things when Polo spoke.

Karl's expression darkened, speechless.

He didn't expect Polo to already know about it.

"It's his duty, it's his duty." Polo said. "So I don't blame you."

"I'm sorry." Karl still spoke, knowing that Hattings respected the Mr. Polo in front of him.

"If you're sorry······" "I think we can change the contract a little bit." ”

"Contract?" Karl looked up and looked at Polo with a slight surprise.

So is Hattings' sacrifice a bargaining chip for Polo?

The anger in his eyes flashed.

He knew that Polo was cold-blooded and ruthless, cunning and mean, but Polo could always tell Carl one thing after another, no, he was more cold-blooded and ruthless and cunning and despicable than he knew.

"That's right! I didn't expect the wizarding world to be so dangerous! The contract between us is unequal, and I am responsible for the lives of my men! Polo continued to say shamelessly, "Carl, if it weren't for the urgency of the situation, I wouldn't have made such a vague contract with your parents. ”

"Then you should go to my parents and change the contract." Karl snorted coldly.

"I didn't mean that, I mean you don't always look at me with malicious intent." Polo smiled and said, "I am even willing to accept such a vague contract in order to save you first, which is enough to show how kind I am." ”

"But Karl, although I am kind, but business is business, and the contract between us does need to be amended because it violates the principle of 'fairness'."

Karl didn't think Polo was a kind person, and sneered: "Indeed, I haven't seen you for more than a year, such a contract is really fair." ”

He suddenly thought of the words of Polo in his body before, and said, "Speaking of which, Polo, according to your plan, I only have one year to live, so you think the contract is fair, right?" ”

Polo blinked: "You know? ”

He looked at Carl carefully for a moment, revealing a sudden expression: "Is it another one I told you?" ”

His plan was revealed, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all, but nodded calmly, "Actually, if you enter Hogwarts, I guessed that you might live for a year, but you still have a fluke mentality, I didn't expect that the witchcraft named Dumbledore really has some skills." ”

That's pretty clear.

Carl sneered and shook his head, "Don't change it." ”

"Didn't you just apologize for Hattings' death?" Polo asked.

Carl stopped wanting to enter the door, glanced at Polo coldly, and suddenly smiled: "Polo, I like your words very much, feelings belong to feelings, and business belongs to business." I'm sorry, but business is like this, the contract has been signed, how can it be easily modified? ”

"Are you sure?" Polo asked.

"I ······" Carl suddenly paused, he didn't think something was right.

"Polo, Karl has grown up."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Carl.

Carl was stunned for a moment, a look of ecstasy on his face.

"Hattings?!" He turned his head, and in front of him was not his black cat or who?

He hurriedly ran to Hattings' side, trying to hug Hattings.

But his hand passed through Hattings' body, and the cold sensation made him rub his hands.

"Ghosts?" He looked at Polo, then at Hattings.

Unlike the ghosts of the Harry Potter world, just from the naked eye, there is no difference between the Hattings in front of him and the living.

"Hello, Carl. I can indeed be called a ghost at the moment, and I'm waiting for Polo to make my body ready. Hattings floated up slowly, then landed on Polo's shoulder.

Karl frowned, vaguely feeling that the Hattings in front of him was a little unfamiliar.

"You're not Hattings?" He asked tentatively.

"I'm Hattings." "But I'm not the Hattings you know." We are all real Hatins, but the real Hattings are not us. ”

"If I'm any different from the Hattings you know, I don't have any memories of spending more than a year with you - but I know what you've been through for more than a year, but I haven't experienced them, I've only read them."