The night breeze blew on the two of them, and with the help of the moonlight, Carl could clearly see the pale face.

Expectation, hope, excitement, and an emotion that Carl couldn't put into words, mixed together, were finally stirred up by an unknown force into an expression that was hard to look at.

Carl had never wanted to know Quirrell for a moment, and he wanted to know why Quirrell was thinking that.

Because you're not genius enough, you want to be a helper of genius?

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