People are in Hogwarts, start summoning Tailu beast

sunday morning

At eight o'clock in the morning, Carl came to Dumbledore's office again.

Just like yesterday, Dumbledore, who had already had breakfast, smiled kindly when he saw Carl, and then started today's "make-up lesson!"

I just don’t know if it’s an illusion!

Carl felt that the knowledge Dumbledore taught today seemed to be a little more advanced than yesterday.

It feels like going from a basic class to an advanced class all of a sudden.

Fortunately, Karl had a good foundation and read a lot of books, otherwise he might not be able to keep up with Old Dengtou's ideas.

After talking for about three hours throughout the morning, Dumbledore ended the make-up lesson.

Carl had packed up his notes and was about to leave and go to the castle hall for lunch, but Dumbledore asked him to stay.

"Child, how about some Bibi's flavored beans?" Dumbledore waved his hand, and a pile of sweets suddenly appeared on the table: "Seriously, there are people who have the same hobbies and like sweets at Hogwarts. many!"

"Okay, Professor, I just want to try it too. I don't know what flavor this one is!" Karl guessed that Old Dengtou probably had something to say to him, so he followed the other person's words and picked up a strange-flavored one. Put the beans in his mouth.

Everything that happened in the castle could not be hidden from Old Dengtou, including the whole afternoon he spent in Quirrell's office yesterday afternoon.

Carl was chewing strange-flavored beans while thinking about how to deal with Old Dengtou's conversation.

Well, good luck!

Strawberry flavor, sweet and refreshing.

"Aside from the piles of cockroaches, my favorite thing is the Bibby's Strange Flavored Beans."

"Just like our lives, we never know whether the next second will be sour or sweet, bitter or spicy..." Dumbledore pinched a strange-flavored bean and put it into his mouth, and also thought about how to communicate with Carl. Have a good talk.

"This is precisely the most wonderful thing about life. We should not decide everything about the future at a very young age..."

Dumbledore frowned mid-sentence and his features shrank into a ball: "Oh, damn, Merlin, this one smells like shit!"

"Look, just like a second ago, I didn't know what this strange-flavored bean tasted like, and now I suddenly discovered that it tastes like dog poop. Maybe the next one will taste like melon?"

"Sweet and bitter, life is always accompanied by various surprises."

Dumbledore continued the conversation with Strange Beans: "Do you understand what I mean, child?"

"Professor, I think I don't quite understand..." Karl looked a little hesitant and a little shocked.

"It doesn't matter. If there's anything you don't understand, we can talk slowly. Hogwarts is willing to help all the little wizards solve their doubts." Dumbledore looked at Carl kindly. He didn't want to see such an outstanding person with such a heart. The righteous little wizard made the same mistake as his former student.

"Professor, how do you know this smells like shit?"

"Or how do you know what shit smells like?"

Seeing the curiosity on Carl's face, Dumbledore instantly felt bad.

No, my old man is over 100 years old, and I’m trying my best to talk about life and ideals with you here!

I'm afraid of arousing your rebellious heart by beating around the bush!

After talking for a long time, this is what you are paying attention to?

Are you worthy of my dead brain cells just now?

How do I know what dog poop smells like and I can tell you this?

"Let's not talk about this for now." Feeling tired, Dumbledore decided not to beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Carl, did you go to Professor Quirrell's place yesterday afternoon?"

"Yes, I have some questions in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Professor Quirrell specially sacrificed his rest time to give me tutoring. Although his performance in class was a bit average, there is no doubt that he is a serious and responsible professor." Carl was very happy He admitted it calmly, like a little wizard who knew nothing.

It would be a shame not to admit it at this time!

"What did Quirrell tell you?" Hearing Carl's answer, Dumbledore's heart tightened.

He was very aware of his student's ability to confuse people. During his student days, Voldemort was the student leader and had a large number of supporters in Slytherin.

The prototype of the "Death Eaters" was established during that period.

If Carl was also brainwashed by Voldemort's pure-blood theory, Dumbledore simply couldn't imagine what the wizarding world would be like in the future.

The first generation of the White Devil King is over 100 years old and has yet to find the next generation successor. He will survive for another 30 to [-] years at most!

Can you believe that the second generation Dark Lord and the third generation Dark Lord will be seamlessly connected?

"He asked me what I thought of You-Know-Who."

"How did you answer?" Dumbledore straightened his back subconsciously. Carl's answer is related to the future of the wizarding world!

"I answered him disdainfully at that time, what a bullshit second-generation Dark Lord!"

"If you hold on until you die, you are considered a village-level terrorist!"

"Look at Grindelwald's saints, and then look at his Death Eaters. How dare a village chief elected by a bunch of ragtag people call themselves the Dark Lord?"

"If I were a mysterious person, I would be so embarrassed that I would find a crack in the ground and crawl into it."

"Even Grindelwald dares to compete with Dumbledore. Mysterious man and Dumbledore are like goblins and fire dragons. They are not on the same level at all!"

"Let's count Dumbledore's achievements. Master of Transfiguration and Master of Alchemy, these are not even his main jobs!"

"To be honest, I really don't know why Professor you value the mysterious man so much. In my opinion, a living legend like you was definitely comparable to the four founders of Hogwarts in ancient times! "

Looking at Carl talking eloquently, Dumbledore felt that his brain was a little exhausted.

No, how did you kid still walk out of Quirrell's office alive after saying these words?

Is it you, Carl, who is drifting away, or is he, Voldemort, unable to hold the wand?

Is it possible that my student is really so weak that even a little wizard can't deal with it?

"Okay, kid, stop talking, I understand..." Seeing that Karl's words became more and more outrageous, he directly compared himself with the four founders of Hogwarts. He had a tendency to step on the four founders and punch him. Like the gods, Dumbledore blushed immediately after being told this.

Dumbledore did not fully believe what Carl said.

Whether what Carl said was true or false was not actually important to Dumbledore. The fact that he had pulled out the Sword of Gryffindor was enough to prove Carl's character.

In fact, if Carl told everything about yesterday afternoon in a serious manner today, Dumbledore would suspect that Carl had something up his sleeve.

This nonsensical answer put Dumbledore at ease immediately.

Karl is still the same Karl...

For the words coming out of his mouth, I believe a few punctuation marks are enough to symbolize that there is still trust between people.