Karl stood in the doorway.

Hattings was already floating.

“······ Is there anything else you'd like to say? After a long silence, Karl finally asked.

Hattings paused, glanced at Carl meaninglessly, and shook his head.

When Carl walked into the living room, Polo was sitting on the couch, a dark green suitcase leaning at his feet.

"Carl." He beckoned to Karl, "Finished reading your parents?" ”

Karl nodded, walked over to Polo and sat down, looking at the suitcase: "You're leaving too?" ”

"No, no, no." Polo shook his finger, "It's us." He sighed before continuing, "You don't want to change the contract with me, Hattings' body still has at least a year to recover, and I have to fulfill the contract myself." ”

He said it reluctantly, but Carl didn't let down his guard in the slightest.

To this day, he still doesn't know whether Polo wants to change the contract, or whether he deliberately provokes himself to prevent himself from changing the contract.

Even though the contract says they can only "be honest with each other", after two years of growth, Carl has learned one thing.

Telling the truth and telling the truth never means that what you say is what you say from your heart.

Professor Carlo told a lot of truths to himself, even from his heart, but he never told Carl what was most important in his heart.

But when it came to Hattings, he couldn't help but look at Hattings lying on the sofa handle next to him: "A year? ”

"Yes, for a year, I spent a lot of money this time, at least I have to make sure that there is no next time." Polo sighed again and said distressedly, "Hey, I made a lot of money in Eastern Europe last time, but I lost most of it this time." ”

Carl heard Polo say that most of it would be lost, and he couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

He believed what Polo said······ It's ghostly.

1000 and 1, Carl remembered what Polo had said.

For these quality-seeking devils, quantity is never the key.

"So where are we going?" Carl asked quietly.

Polo said that he wanted to fulfill the contract, most likely to teach himself, and it would be false to say that he was not impressed, but Carl didn't think it would be that simple.

If it is taught, where can it not be taught? Why travel alone.

Polo seemed to have guessed that Karl would ask this question, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

He stood up, lifting the suitcase with one hand and pulling Carl up with the other.

"A great place."

Polo nodded at the valet George, and in a whirlwind, Polo and Carl disappeared into the room.

Carl closed his eyes, forced the dizziness in his head, and frowned, "Can't you use other magic?" ”

"I'm sorry, but I can only use the magic of this world - this is my contract with you." Polo smiled and said, "We transferred quite a distance, you are just a little dizzy, it seems that my level is okay." ”

I don't think I'll be able to learn it after just watching it······ Carl sneered in his heart.

When the tumbling in his stomach disappeared completely, he opened his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned.

It wasn't the wilderness he imagined, it was a small village.

They were in a small square of a village, under the war monument in the middle of the square, to be exact.

Not far from him, two or three children were staring blankly at their sudden appearance.

Polo snapped his fingers, and after a moment of trance, the children began to play again, as if Polo and Karl had never appeared.

"This is Godric's Hollow." Polo explained, "A gathering place for wizards. He thought for a moment and added, "Quite famous among you wizards. ”

Godric, the name Karl had certainly heard.

Godric Gryffindor, this place is named after Gryffindor.

"So······ Why are you here? He looked up, stunned.

As he spoke, Polo in front of him had changed: he had a beard, his body had become taller, his muscles were full of strength, but his hair was curled up with a hint of bookishness.

"Is this a human transfiguration?" Karl once again had a deep understanding of the power of Polo.

Maybe Dumbledore couldn't have been able to transform so quickly······

Polo coughed, satisfied with Carl's jealousy of himself, and after flexing his muscles, he said, "Don't be surprised Carl, I'm older than you after all, and you can reach my level in the future." ”

"If you don't want to endure the pain of learning and growing up for a long time, I'm happy to help you, as long as you pay a little bit," Polo gestured with his thumb and forefinger together, "At the price, I believe you can become a powerful wizard in just two or three years." ”

"Maybe better than Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of the twentieth century."

Karl was noncommittal.

He didn't know if Polo could do it, but Polo said that a little price, and Carl knew very well that it was not as simple as a little bit.

"Where are we going now?" He looked at Polo and forcibly ended Polo's pitch.

Polo looked disappointed: "Karl really doesn't listen to the price?" It's not outrageous, as long as it'······"

"Where are we going?!" Karl interrupted, a little impatient.

"Okay." Polo sighed again, his disappointment palpable, "Remember, my name is Charon now, and I'm a wizard from Greece. ”

He touched Carl's head again, and Carl felt a chill rush through his body, and his body involuntarily began to twist with the chill.

"And you, my apprentice, Hercules."

Carl touched his face, the angular Chinese face, and pinched the muscles on his body, like steel.

Is this human transfiguration?

This is far more magical than Carl imagined.

Even the height—he looked down slightly at Polo, who was a head shorter than himself.

It can be said that he has become a completely different person.

"Where are you going now?" He noticed that his voice had become thicker.

"Now we're going to visit someone, and I'll have to see how much she's worth."

Polo apparently knew the route for a long time, and he hurried through the empty streets with Karl towards the outside of the village.

The house fades away, and the wilderness reappears in Carl's eyes, but Polo does not really leave the village, but walks to the edge of the village, where they stop in front of a ruin.

"Here?" Carl surveyed the dilapidated house: a mess of hedges, overgrown with weeds.

It's clear that it's been uninhabited for a long time.

"Of course not, but it's special here." Polo looked at the house in front of him with interest, "A unique and powerful magic has left its mark here, many years ago. ”

He looked at the top floor of the room, where there was a large hole. He pointed it to Karl and said, "A different kind of magic from modern magic, this kind of magic is very interesting, and the person who created it already understands what magic is. ”

He seems to have really stepped into the role of a teacher: "If you are interested, you can ask others in the future, and that headmaster should know that learning this magic will help you a lot to understand the nature of magic." ”

Polo didn't stay in the ruins for long, passing several houses again and turning to a doorway.

An old man with sparse gray hair was already standing in the doorway.

"Is it Mr. Charon?" She looked at the two people who dared to come in a hurry in front of her, and a slight smile appeared on her face.

Polo smiled and stepped forward and hugged the thoroughly senile scholar, "Thank you for agreeing with me, Bathilda. ”