As soon as Carl and the others entered the antechamber, they heard a voice behind them shouting, "Carl! Come here! ”

It's Professor McGonagall.

Fred and George winked at Karl, and Lee Jordan hurried down the hall for fear that Professor McGonagall would call another name.

Professor McGonagall wore her favorite emerald green robes with a serious expression. Her sharp gaze swept over the flustered Fred and the others: "What bad things have you done again?" ”

Carl shook his head calmly and said, "No." ”

"Follow me." She turned and led Carl away from the bustling crowd, through the vestibule, up the stairs, down the hallway to her office.

There was already a man in Professor McGonagall's office, and Percy was sitting at the desk.

She motioned for Carl to sit next to Percy while she sat behind the table, and pulled out a small box from the drawer: "Percy, this is yours." I've said it more than once, but I'm willing to repeat it again, using it sparingly. This year is the last year, and I hope you can get a good return. ”

Percy nodded, silently giving Carl an encouraging look before leaving.

Only Professor McGonagall and Carl were left in the office.

Professor McGonagall didn't speak immediately, but looked at Carl with a scrutinizing gaze.

Carl had some anticipation in his heart, but he still maintained a calm posture on the outside.

He sat there quietly, wondering what Percy had taken.

"I'm going to pick up the freshmen soon, so to cut a long story short." Professor McGonagall finally spoke.

"I didn't want to agree to your application at first, Carl, you're not an honest kid, and it's not easy to get you to follow the rules honestly."

Carl immediately wanted to scream, and although Professor McGonagall was telling the truth, Carl didn't want his professor to say that about him.

Some words go bad.

"I ······"

"Needless to say, Carl." Professor McGonagall sighed, "Children like you are not uncommon in Gryffindor. She shook her head, as if remembering the generations of Gryffindors that had given her a headache.

"Back to the original topic, but Dumbledore persuaded me to agree to your application, he thought that you were not bad in nature, and that you were far more mature than the other students, and he said that you would be able to tell the difference."

Karl immediately nodded in agreement.

"I trust Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall didn't say she believed Carr or not.

She gave Carl a copy of the deed.

"Sign this non-disclosure agreement, Carl."

Carl looked at it and saw that it was not a magical contract, but a document issued by the Ministry of Magic, with some basic requirements: the time-turner should not be shared with others, told people about it, or used for purposes other than for non-educational purposes.

Once the violator is found - the time turner will be retrieved and the violator will be sent to Azkaban.

This is undoubtedly the most serious punishment the Ministry of Magic can think of, and it is enough to show that the Ministry of Magic attaches great importance to it.

Time turner?

Carl signed his name, his heart began to pound, and his breathing couldn't help but be heavy.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Carl, hesitated for a moment, and handed him the pamphlet and box.

"Here's the instruction manual, you can read it here and leave it on my desk."

She stood up and walked out the door.

"Carl, remember the words on the cover."

Time Converter.

The name made Carl think a lot.

Reversing that tragedy······

He thought about it for a long time, and finally thought that things must not be so simple, so he put away the chaotic thoughts in his heart.

If we could do that, the world wouldn't be what it is today.

At least Dumbledore wouldn't insist that the resurrection was something that couldn't be done.

He put the booklet in front of him, with a beautiful line of handwriting on the cover.

"Those who play with time will eventually be played with by time."

Carl took a cursory look at it, and briefly described the principle of the time converter, as well as how to use it, and precautions.

To put it simply, you can go back an hour in one circle, no more than 5 hours at a time, and when you go back in time, when time passes to the "present", don't reuse it again - in other words, it's better to have only two selves in a plane and plane.

At the same time, it is necessary to avoid being discovered to be traveling through time and space, and it is best not to meet your past self, and do not try to change what has happened in the past.

The following is the counter-example of using a time turner, and what tragedies have happened to wizards when they study time.

For example, being killed by one's past self, such as changing the trajectory of some people's lives, or even causing some people to disappear from modern times and become "never born", and even time itself being disturbed: Tuesday is one and a half days longer, Thursday has only four hours left, and so on.

All in all, it seems that the Ministry of Magic wants to intimidate all wizards who use the time turner with this booklet to make them understand how dangerous what is in their hands.

5 hours, 1402, 5 days, Karl crossed over the numbers, his mind fluttering.

There was no doubt that the time turner could go back even further, but the impact did make Carl hesitate.

He's not a devil who can mess up the world for his parents.

Karl set the booklet aside and carefully opened the box: a small shiny gold timepiece was wrapped in pale yellow velvet, and a slender gold chain was carefully arranged around it in the shape of a "heart".

Overall, this time turner is more like an hourglass hanging from a necklace.

He carefully put the time-turner away before leaving the office.

By the time Carl arrived in the auditorium, it was already a sea of joy, with thousands of candles hanging in the air, illuminating the entire hall.

Carl even heard the twins shout, "We've got Potter!" We've got Potter! ”

He walked briskly over to Fred, who had already given Carl a spot, next to Percy, and Harry Potter on the other side of Carl, with a vacant seat on his left, and then the freshmen who had just been assigned.

"Who won?"

Carl swept through the rest of the students, and instead of Hermione, he saw a grim-faced Ron, who was looking at the Sorting Hat in fear.

"You!" Fred whispered. "God, I managed to earn 16 silver from Ron!"

"Hey, hey."

Soon it was Ron's turn, and he sat tremblingly in his chair, his eyes closed with his face despaired.

After a while, the hat shouted, "Gryffindor! ”

Ron hurried over to Harry's other side and sat down, and everyone applauded.

"Good, Ron, great." Percy walked past Harry and patted Ron on the shoulder, apparently pleased that Ron had been sorted into Gryffindor.

He had always thought that with Ron's character, he might be sorted into Hufflepuff.

It would be a shame for the Weasleys to have a Hufflepuff.

"What did Professor McGonagall do with you just now?" Lee Jordan asked in a whisper.

Before Karl could speak, Dumbledore stood up.

He said something crazy, what a "stupid! Cry! Residue! Screw!", no one could understand what he was saying.

It was his last sitting down that drew applause and cheers — the students who had been hungry all afternoon could finally enjoy their dinner.

Lee Jordan was eating while asking the question he had just asked.

Carl shook his head and said, "She warned me not to take you crazy. ”

Harry and Ron, who were sitting next to him and eating merrily, pricked up their ears.

"We're not crazy." Fred sliced the steak and muttered, "You're the craziest one!" ”

Karl glared at him, "When have I gone crazy!" ”

"yes, yes, I fought with the professor, instigated Peeves to throw a big dung bomb in the cafeteria, burned the cafeteria, duel with the seventh grade, and ran into a dark wizard." George counted Carl's "brilliant achievements" on his fingers, "These are indeed the things that a good student would do." ”

Carl thought to himself, and studied black magic and killed his teacher.

Thinking about it this way, I really am not a normal student.

He coughed and changed the subject: "I have corrected it, in short, I will study hard this year, you see I have signed up for twelve courses!" ”

Carl said this sincerely, with the admission of Harry Potter, the date of Voldemort's resurrection can already be counted on his fingers.

He now has permission from Dumbledore to learn the Dark Arts with Quirrell, a personal teaching assistant left by Professor Caro, and now a magical prop called the Time Turner.

Carl is passionate about the future of learning.

Fearing that Fred and George would say anything strange again, he changed the subject and said to Ron and Harry, as well as the freshmen around him, "You can find me for something." ”

In the past, Charlie was the undisputed big brother of Gryffindor, even if he was just one of many prefects.

Although Percy is also a prefect now, Carl knows very well that Percy does not have Charlie's prestige, and other prefects are in a similar situation, and when Charlie is there, people are more willing to obey Charlie's arrangement.

And Percy doesn't have much time to help others – this is his O.W.L.S year.

For Percy, this is undoubtedly the most important, especially since he has twelve exams.

Karl is quite willing to carry this matter on his shoulders, just like Professor Caro, Headmaster Dumbledore and others want Carl to do the same, which can be regarded as saving character for himself.

Neither Percy nor the others spoke.

This is actually a matter for prefects, and those of them who get along with Carl day and night have long thought that Karl will become prefects without dispute.

"Whether it's studying, or living." Carl took the initiative to say, "Percy helped me a lot back then, now it's my turn to help you in the first grade, he's been very busy this year, and he may not be able to take care of you sometimes." ”

Percy smiled appreciatively at Carl.

As Carl spoke, a ghost flew over.

"Hi, Carl." The headless Nick greeted with some sadness.

"I'm sorry last year." "I was in the hospital for a month. ”

Nick accepted Carl's apology, and he flew into the middle of the freshmen and cleared his throat: "Gryffindor new students, I hope you can help us win the House Cup this school year, we were close to winning the House Cup this year, Slytherin has won six in a row, and the bloody Barrow is really unbearable - he is the ghost of Slytherin." ”

Carl explains, "This is our Gryffindor's resident ghost, Lord Nicholas of Minsey. ”

"You're the 'Nick who almost lost his head?!" Ron suddenly said, "My two brothers told me about you. ”

Nick was so angry that he glanced at Fred and George and pulled his head off: "Yes, I'm Nick who almost lost his head!" ”

Seeing the stunned appearance of the freshmen, he was very satisfied and left happily.

Ron said to Carl, "That hat let me have a word with you." ”

“？” Carl looked at Ron curiously.

"It says it's never eaten brains, and if it can really eat human brains, it will definitely be the first to eat your brains!" Ron complained, "You don't know how angry it was, and how scared I was!" ”

Carl laughed and said, "Well, it's a joke. I'm so much better than Fred and George. He led the way to the disaster, and sure enough, Ron began to complain that his two brothers had cheated him out of all his pocket money.

After the main meal and dessert, the freshmen get together to exchange feelings, Fred and George and the others discuss the fun facts of the summer vacation, and Percy whispers to Carl how to plan his time.

"It's hard to avoid." Percy concluded, "But you can plan five hours well, most of the time we only use three hours, and when you feel tired, you can take an extra two hours to rest." ”

Carl suddenly remembered something: "I went to see Dumbledore in my first year, and I met you at that time······"

Percy smiled and made a shushing gesture, "At that time, I was worried that you would be expelled from school, plus you just got it... It wasn't long before you told me about the situation, and I thought about it for a long time before I mustered up the courage to do it. I was scared to death, and I was scared for a long time, but luckily everything was fine. ”

This made Carl a little confused: so what caused him to be honest at that time was cause or effect?

Or would he have lied and caused the future to change if there had not been Percy's reminder?

According to Percy, it was obvious that he would be honest with Dumbledore even if he didn't have Percy to remind him.

So what is the significance of Percy going back in time?

Honestly, did you sum it up and tell Percy, or did Percy come up with a way to deal with it and tell herself?

He pondered these questions, and his mind was muddy.

Harry, who was next to him, suddenly groaned and covered his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"Nothing—nothing." Harry asked, "Who is the teacher who spoke to Quirrell?" ”

"You already know Professor Quirrell?"

"That's Professor Snape, teaching Potions, but he doesn't want to teach it - everyone knows he covets Professor Quirrell's job."

"Of course Snape would like to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, and he's a real expert at it." Fred said meaningfully.

Lee Jordan also advised: "If you get deducted points in class, don't contradict him, he doesn't like Gryffindor - in fact, he doesn't like it in other houses except Slytherin, especially our Gryffindor." If you go against him, you'll be deducted more points. ”

"Our exemplary student, Carl." "His first shot at Hogwarts was to fight Snape in Potions class, becoming the record holder for the most deducted points in a class at Hogwarts. ”

Karl glanced at them and coughed: "This thing does happen, but it's too much for him, you don't want to learn from me, he can't help me, but you are different." ”

"Why can't he help you?" A freshman named Seamus Finigan asked curiously.

"Hmm." Carl thought about it for a moment and decided to tell the truth, "Because I'm a super genius." ”