In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell stared indifferently at Carl, who had been silent.

"Carl, your mind is always so flexible." He said, a flick of his wand and a reddish spell flicked out.

Carl deftly avoided Quirrell's spell and whispered a spell as a spell flew out of the tip of his wand and a large bubble slowly emerged around Quirrell.

This kind of little trick naturally couldn't help Quirrell, he didn't even bother to take a step, demon

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