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"Professor, what's the problem with Professor Quirrell? Should I go to him for extra lessons this afternoon?" Carl asked pretending to be nervous when Dumbledore didn't speak for a while.

Dumbledore's attitude determines whether Carl can continue to "gather wool" from Voldemort.

If Dumbledore disagreed, even if it was a pity, Carl would immediately cut off contact with Quirrell.

After all, Old Dengtou is the strongest person in Hogwarts Castle and even in the magical world now!

"No, I'm just asking, kid!" Dumbledore shook his head, feeling that it wasn't the time to tell Calquillo's identity yet.

"Hogwarts professors are willing to serve every student. This is our mission!"

"Since Professor Quirrell likes you, then study hard with him. I remember he was an excellent Ravenclaw back then."

"Yes, Professor, I understand!" Karl nodded.

"Okay, it's getting late. Thank you for taking so long today to listen to me, an old man. As I get older, I always talk a lot." Dumbledore looked at Carl and thought for a while.

He couldn't let Carl be too deeply influenced by Voldemort.

"But I think just two mornings on weekends are not enough for you. From now on, you can come to me on Friday afternoons when there are no classes."

"Really? Thank you, Professor!" Carl's eyes lit up, feeling as if he had mastered the correct way to start studying at Hogwarts!

……

in the afternoon

Quirrell's Office

"What did Dumbledore tell you this morning?"

After the lecture, Voldemort leaned elegantly on the sofa and looked at Karl. Unlike Lao Deng who was beating around the bush, he got straight to the point when he came up.

"Professor, I feel uncomfortable mentioning this!" Karl had a look of disdain on his face.

"Dumbledore is probably too old. Tell me something about the power of love..."

"I'm studying magic, not becoming a virgin."

"There is no black or white magic, as long as it is useful to you, it is good magic!"

"By the way, I also know a big secret about Dumbledore." Karl thought that it would not work if he told all lies. The truly airtight lie is the truth, the lie, the lie.

Only words that are both true and false will be believed.

"Oh? What secret?"

Sure enough, Voldemort immediately became interested when he heard about Dumbledore's secret!

He has never blamed his failure on "Harry Potter". In his opinion, the so-called "Savior" is just a spiritual sustenance for the weak introduced by Dumbledore.

The only person he truly feared was Dumbledore himself.

"Telling this secret will definitely break Dumbledore's glorious image." Carl deliberately let it slip.

As expected, Voldemort fell for the trick and became even more interested in the secret: "Tell me about it?"

"Dumbledore ate Bibi's flavored beans this morning."

"He could actually tell that it smelled like shit!"

"Taste it, taste it carefully. How does he know what dog shit smells like?"

Looking at Karl, who seemed mysterious and seemed to have learned a huge secret, Voldemort's expression froze slightly.

How Dumbledore knew what dog poop smelled like, he didn't know, but he knew that his teeth were hurting now.

You've been talking about it for a long time, and it's been a secret for so long. Is this it?

What kind of bullshit secret is this?I can even taste the booger-flavored Bibi multi-flavored beans in one bite!

"By the way. Professor, Dumbledore also asked me to study with him every Friday afternoon."

"Friday afternoon?" Voldemort flicked the handle of the chair with his fingers.After pondering for a moment, he sneered disdainfully: "Humph, you're still as hypocritical as before!"

"Except for Saturday and Sunday afternoons, you will come to my office every Monday and Wednesday from [-] to [-] pm."

Voldemort was no weaker than anyone else in his life!

"Yes, Professor, I understand!"

Karl chuckled inwardly.

Didn’t this pattern suddenly open up?

What should I do if the Dark Lord and the White Lord get involved?

Of course it’s Qing Mimi’s benefit!

This wave is simply a win-win-win-win!

It not only satisfied Dumbledore and Voldemort's competitiveness, but also satisfied Carl's own thirst for knowledge.

As for who lost?

Probably only poor Professor Quirrell...

According to Karl's speculation, everything must abide by the conservation of energy, even magic is no exception. This is the most basic law of the world, equivalent exchange!

When Voldemort comes out to move around, he consumes Quirrell's magic power. When the magic power is insufficient, he can only use his life force to make up for it.

Karl silently prayed for his poor Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Merlin on...

I hope Professor Quirrell lives just one more day.

"Okay, that's it for today. You are a smart boy, you won't let me down, right?" Voldemort took a deep look at Karl.

"Of course, Professor, I will remember all your kindness to me. I am willing to swear on my best brother Malfoy that if I do something sorry for you one day!"

"Let my good brother die a good death!" Karl stood up and vowed.

"Very well, go ahead, your efforts will eventually be rewarded one day."

"Yes, Professor!"

Karl packed up his things and left the office directly. This time he didn't have to take the "devil-like steps" like yesterday.

……

"Master, he is lying!"

"Malfoy was not his good brother, but had conflicts with him." As soon as Carl left, Quirrell complained in a sharp voice.

In the past two days, he had been looking for opportunities to trick Karl.

"Yes or no, does it matter?" But to Voldemort, it was equally unimportant whether what Carl said was true or false!

Voldemort never believed in the loyalty of his subordinates. He only believed in his own strength and whether his interests were consistent with those of his subordinates.

Just like Snape later in the plot, did Voldemort really not realize that Snape was no longer loyal to him?

That was the second generation Dark Lord who had shrouded the whole of England in a dark cloud for 11 years.

But so what?

Snape is a rare potion master in the wizarding world, and he is an indispensable and important role in Voldemort's power.

"But...but..." Seeing that Voldemort was not as angry as he expected, Quirrell panicked, stuttered and immediately came up with a new charge: "But he is a wild child of unknown origin."

"Maybe he's just a Mudblood, or maybe he's a mixed-blood..."

"Ha!" Voldemort just sneered coldly at this.

Everyone thought he believed in the supremacy of pure blood, but how many people knew that he himself was just a mixed-blood?

That ridiculous theory was just made up by Voldemort to win over the support of "pure-blood families".

"Do you think the Summoner you have seen once in a thousand years and his terrifying magic power will be a Mudblood?"

"Or do you think that except for the Holy 28 pure-blood families, there are no pure-bloods anymore?"

However, no matter what he thought in his heart, in order to establish the correctness of his rule, Voldemort still patiently explained in a gloomy manner.

"Well, great master!"

Now Quirrell was completely speechless, and at the same time he secretly hated it in his heart.

We must find a way to get rid of Karl!