Chapter 147 - Ch: 61-70

Chapter 61: Life is Worse Than Death, Olin, Scheming, Tricking Albus

When Professor McGonagall brought Karl to the Principal's office, Dumbledore was sitting in his chair, examining the repaired Ravenclaw Diadem.

Noticing the two of them enter, Dumbledore was about to greet them when he saw Professor McGonagall's serious expression.

"What's wrong, Minerva? Did something go wrong? Or did a student get into danger?"

That shouldn't be the case. Among the students, he had arranged for members of the Order of the Phoenix disguised with Polyjuice Potion. They would protect the safety of every little Wizard. If there was really a problem, they would definitely send out an emergency signal for help.

And Fawkes had also rushed over with Karl. With the two of them together, even he would have a headache facing them.

At this moment, the portraits of the past Principals on the wall woke up, eagerly preparing to watch the show.

The Deputy Principal was angry at the Principal, and the Gryffindor lion was fighting. Their expectations were instantly filled.

However, Professor McGonagall waved her wand, and the curtain, which seemed familiar to Karl, appeared again, covering the entire wall.

"Respected Principal Albus Dumbledore! Can you tell me what made you decide to send Karl to deal with the Acromantula and the Basilisk?"

"He is just a first-year little Wizard! He shouldn't be doing such dangerous things!"

"If you think our Deans are incompetent and useless, you can completely dismiss us and hire better Wizards to serve as Professor!"

Noticing Professor McGonagall's anger, Dumbledore looked blankly at Karl: What did you do? I just asked you to provide support! You didn't just clear the area with a single fire, did you?

In his original plan, Minerva, Filius, and Pomona, together with Nina and her magical animal companions, as well as the help of the Order of the Phoenix members and students, could easily block the Basilisk and the Acromantula driven by Elvis Heller's accomplices.

This would not only clear out some dangerous Acromantula but also train the mindset and abilities of the older little Wizards.

And as long as Karl appeared to provide support and brought back the news of Elvis Heller's defeat, the other side would have no choice but to abandon the attack on the Castle.

At that time, Fawkes could follow them, and after confirming the location, bring him over to finish the job.

But now it seems there's a small problem... Hmm! A huge problem!

Standing at attention, Karl blinked his eyes and gave him an honest and simple smile: Sorry, I couldn't resist the urge, and I burned them all to ashes.

Dumbledore: (—_—)

Alright, alright! So you're doing this, huh? Doesn't that put the pressure on me?

"Well—Minerva, calm down first. Actually, there won't be any danger. Karl's strength is completely sufficient—"

"You really sent him! Do you need me to accompany you to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for a check-up?"

Dumbledore: …

I'm really not senile, I don't need to be checked for Alzheimer's.

However, Dumbledore also knew that the lioness's anger would probably not be easily appeased.

Professor McGonagall's husband died unexpectedly, and the two had no children. She had lived alone for many years.

To some extent, she had already regarded Karl as her kitten.

This emotion was difficult to detect at ordinary times, but when Karl was in danger, it erupted like a waking volcano.

"Minerva, please sit down and have some tea. I'll tell you the details of this matter."

Dumbledore motioned for Professor McGonagall and Karl to sit down, and then he recounted the entire story of tonight's battle, from beginning to end.

He particularly emphasized Karl's contributions, how he discovered, how he warned, how he participated, and even Lord Voldemort's Horcrux was not omitted.

In summary, Karl had done many dangerous things, and this one was no different. With his strength, he was fully capable of handling it.

Karl: (#°°)

Dumbledore! You're tricking me!

He quickly turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall, and then he found that she was already smiling, the kind of smile that made people's hearts pound and their backs go cold.

"Lord Voldemort, Horcrux, Fiendfyre, Herpo the Foul, the Castle core, and Elvis Heller, that Dark Wizard, plus tonight's Basilisk, and the spider swarm—"

"Alright! Really alright! So many things have happened without my knowing."

"Karl Olonlin!"

Professor McGonagall roared, pulling out her wand as if to strike, like holding a feather duster.

Karl was startled, instantly turning into a jungle cat, jumping off the stool and running away.

There was no other way. If he didn't run now, he would be eating bamboo shoots with stir-fried pork, and he was allergic to that dish.

"You still dare to run? Stop right there!"

Professor McGonagall directly transformed into a tabby cat and chased after Karl.

"Woo! Ow! Ow!"

For a time, the entire Principal's office became a playground for cat chases, incredibly lively.

However, facts proved that a kitten still couldn't beat an old cat, and it was directly pinned to the ground.

He could only defend with his paws covering his head, welcoming Professor McGonagall's continuous cat punches.

Dumbledore: (V)t

Hmph! The little fellow still wants me to take the blame for him? Of course not!

Old Principal, I've crossed more bridges than you've walked roads. How could you possibly outsmart me?

Dumbledore leaned back strategically in his high-backed chair, took a sip of hot tea, and squinted his eyes contentedly.

"Minerva, stop quickly, don't hit him anymore." Yes! Grab his tail! Don't let him run away!

"Educating children can't just rely on beating them." Beat him! Just beat him! How else will he learn his lesson if he doesn't get beaten!

Adhering to the principle of enjoying the show and not minding the trouble, the scheming Dumbledorebegan his ineffective persuasion.

The effect, if not immediate, could at least be described as minimal.

Just then, a knock on the door saved Karl, and Professor Flitwick entered the office.

"Principal Dumbledore, when I was just repairing the Corridor Bridge, I found something—something fell down."

Flitwick looked at the scene in the room in shock, feeling like he was hallucinating.

Professor McGonagall, transformed into a tabby cat, held Karl down with one paw, and her other paw was raised in the air.

And Karl, transformed into a jungle cat, had his paws covering his head, curled into a ball of fur, seemingly getting beaten.

Is this—is this right?

Seeing Flitwick's disbelieving eyes, Professor McGonagall immediately let go of Karl and transformed back into her human form.

Then, she elegantly grabbed the jungle cat by the scruff of its neck, lifting up the life-weary Karl.

After returning to her chair and sitting down, she began to pet the cat as if nothing had happened, smoothing out its fur that had been ruffled from the beating.

After hitting the child, she also needed to comfort him, after all, her anger was real, and her heartache was also real.

"Am I here at a bad time?"

Karl: No! You're here at just the right time!

"Oh, Filius, come and have some tea," Dumbledore greeted Professor Flitwick, "Where's Pomona?"

Flitwick came and sat in the chair Karl had vacated, "She went to send the students back to their dormitories."

"Alright, what fell down?"

"This!"

Flitwick placed a rectangular stone box on the desk and opened it. Inside was a spiral sword.

"Those Dark Wizards used this magic sword in battle and almost injured Minerva. Fortunately, Nina's companions helped, otherwise—"

Hearing this, Karl immediately looked up at Professor McGonagall. Professor Flitwick's tone was full of lingering fear, indicating that the situation at the time must have been very dangerous.

Professor McGonagall's mouth curved into a smile, and she rubbed the cat's head hard. The kitten's concern made her very happy.

"It's this kind of weapon again—"

Dumbledore looked seriously at Professor McGonagall, "I'm sorry, Minerva, this is my mistake."

Professor McGonagall shook her head, "Albus, it's not your fault, those Dark Wizards are the culprits."

"And I was also careless. I also have to thank you for having Nina help us, so Milo, Evele, Lucy, and Sethcould save me in time."

A nostalgic look flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, "We must thank them properly. Magical animals always give us the greatest help at critical moments."

Back then, it was Newt Scamander's Niffler that helped steal the Blood Pact from Grindelwald.

Karl jumped to the ground and transformed back into his human form, placing the armor fragments he had collected on the table as well.

"This is the armor from the last Dark Wizard, and it also has the same blood-red glow as that long spear."

"Principal, can you recognize their origin?"

Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them, "Actually, I wish I hadn't recognized them."

Karl was puzzled: "Why?"

"Because the long spear Elvis Heller used is called Gáe Bulg, and the name of this spiral sword is Caladbolg."

Karl: (⊙⊙)

What the heck?

The magic spear and magic sword from Celtic mythology?

What Elvis Heller said—it couldn't be true, could it?

Chapter 62: The Truth of the Matter and the Tuatha Dé Danann

"Are you serious?"

"Of course."

Headmaster Dumbledore prompted Karl, "When Gáe Bulg stabs an enemy, the barbs on the spear will instantly disembowel them.

And its owner, Cú Chulainn, was also killed by this magic spear."

Karl immediately thought of Fawkes, who was stabbed like a hedgehog, and what Elvis Heller had said: This spear is tainted with a trace of that Lord's divine power.

"So, the strange appearance Elvis Heller took on after piercing himself with the spear was Cú Chulainn?"

"That's right. Legend has it that Cú Chulainn would transform into a terrifying form during battle. His described appearance was the same as what we saw. The Lord Elvis Heller mentioned should be him."

Headmaster Dumbledore then tapped the spiral sword in the stone box, "And this Caladbolg, it was the weapon of Cú Chulainn's friend and foster father, Fergus mac Róich. It possesses the power of lightning, enough to shatter mountains."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick exchanged glances, both thinking of that dangerous lightning bolt at the time.

"If that's the case, what is the relationship between Herpo the Foul and Cú Chulainn? And why did he invent Horcruxes, attempting to save him from some being?" (Chapter 49)

Karl scratched his head. It was so itchy. Was he about to grow a brain?

Headmaster Dumbledore stroked the white beard on his chest, a strange expression on his face.

"This involves the Tuatha Dé Danann from Celtic mythology. Cú Chulainn's biological father is the sun god Lugh mac Ethlenn. This sun god's background is quite legendary, isn't it?"

"Simply put, the Tuatha Dé Danann and the Fomorians, a race of deep-sea Giants, were at war. Balor, the King of the Fomorians, was prophesied by a Druid that he would die at the hands of his own descendants, so he imprisoned his daughter, Ethniu."

"Unexpectedly, Saan, a lesser god of the Tuatha Dé Danann, with the help of a female Druid, had three children with Ethniu."

Karl, McGonagall, Flitwick:

No wonder Headmaster Dumbledore had that expression; this matter was simply too abstract.

It was truly difficult to comment on these two Druids. Were they not deliberately causing trouble?

"Balor, upon learning of this, was furious and ordered his subordinates to throw the three children into the sea to drown."

"But one of them was found by a Tuatha Dé Danann. This child was the later sun god Lugh."

Karl widened his eyes at Headmaster Dumbledore, quickly thinking of a possibility, his voice full of disbelief, "This Tuatha Dé Danann wouldn't happen to be Herpo the Foul, the Lord mentioned by Elvis Heller, would he?"

Headmaster Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, the God of Craftsmanship of the Tuatha Dé Danann is named Herpo the Foul. Given his relationship with the sun god Lugh, it is quite normal for him to want to save Cú Chulainn."

At this moment, Karl felt completely numb, "It seems Elvis Heller wasn't lying then. So the Castle's magic core is really…"

"That's right, it's the stone of destiny, one of the four treasures in Celtic mythology."

No wonder the four founders of Hogwarts didn't know how to use the stone of destiny, but Herpo the Foul could. After all, he was the God of Craftsmanship, and it was a treasure of his own divine race.

Headmaster Dumbledore continued, "As for why Herpo the Foul invented Horcruxes to save Cú Chulainn, it's because his opponent is the goddess of death, Morrígan."

"According to records, Morrígan's love for Cú Chulainn turned into hatred, making her his enemy and setting a tragic fate for him."

"After Cú Chulainn's death, his soul was destined to belong to the goddess of death. I suspect Herpo the Foul could only forcibly retain a part of Cú Chulainn's soul using Horcruxes."

After Headmaster Dumbledore explained this much, Karl finally understood the situation, "Because the incomplete soul can only remain in the Misty Realm and cannot enter the Afterlife, Herpo the Foul drew inspiration from Merlin's idea."

"When creating the Castle's magic core, he tampered with it, intending to use the spiritual body of, let's call it, the obedient ghost, to complete Cú Chulainn's soul."

After speaking, Karl looked at Headmaster Dumbledore's affirmative gaze and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

"Principal, is it possible that we are overthinking this, that the spear and spiral sword are just coincidences, and Elvis Heller is truly insane?"

"No, because the Castle's magic core is indeed the stone of destiny," Headmaster Dumbledore pointed to the now repaired Ravenclaw's Diadem, "Do you remember what I told you about why the Diadem could be repaired?"

Karl quickly remembered, "You said that the materials used to forge Ravenclaw's Diadem, Gryffindor's Sword, Hufflepuff's Cup, and Slytherin's Locket all belonged to a legendary secret treasure, and that it came from the same place as the Castle's magic core."

"That's right. That legendary secret treasure is the Dagda's Cauldron, which, along with the stone of destiny, is one of the four treasures in Celtic mythology."

"Wow!" Karl exclaimed, "So our enemy is a legendary divine race, right?"

Headmaster Dumbledore spread his hands, "While I don't consider them gods, calling them that isn't wrong."

By this point, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick finally couldn't hold back.

They had been listening for a long time, and it felt like they were listening to a myth, but the more they listened, the stranger it became.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, what are you and Karl talking about? Why don't we understand?"

"Are you saying that the legendary Tuatha Dé Danann have now become enemies of Hogwarts?"

The two Professors, lacking some key information, were unable to piece together the entire event.

Headmaster Dumbledore took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and told them all his conjectures and conclusions.

Then Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also felt a headache coming on. They had just finished fighting the Basilisk, the Dark Wizard, and the Acromantula, and unexpectedly, that was just an appetizer.

Elvis Heller's heinous actions made it impossible for Hogwarts to reconcile with him and hand over the obedient ghost.

Whether it was luring students to touch Horcruxes or driving the Acromantula to attack the Castle, these actions destined them to be enemies.

They were not afraid to fight such a divine race, but what about the students?

"Tap, tap, tap."

Headmaster Dumbledore smiled and lightly tapped the table, "There's no need to worry so much. Things aren't actually that bad."

Karl, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Flitwick all looked at him simultaneously. This wasn't bad?

"The so-called Tuatha Dé Danann are not invincible. After being defeated by the Milesians, most of their people entered the Afterlife to live, and since then, very few stories of them have been heard, as if they completely vanished."

"And Herpo the Foul evidently chose to remain in the present world, plotting in ancient Greece how to complete Cú Chulainn's soul."

"But for such an important matter as taking away the spiritual body, he didn't even show up, only sending Elvis Heller and other Dark Wizards."

A glint flashed in Headmaster Dumbledore's blue eyes, "What does this indicate?"

Karl understood his meaning, "The Tuatha Dé Danann must find it very difficult to leave the Afterlife, and Herpo the Foul, over these thousand years, has probably also encountered unforeseen circumstances."

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick also thought of this point and felt much less pressure.

"That's right. And even if the Tuatha Dé Danann appear, so what? They are merely some old gods."

Headmaster Dumbledore's tone was unusually calm, but the confidence revealed in his words reassured the three people present.

Thinking about it, when facing the four founders of Hogwarts back then, Herpo the Foul also disguised himself as Merlin, first building a good relationship with Salazar Slytherin, and then secretly tampering with things.

If he truly had overwhelming power, he wouldn't need to resort to such convoluted methods. Not to mention completely dominating and enslaving the four founders, at least a transaction would have been no problem.

From a thousand years ago until now, his actions and conduct have been those of a villain, no wonder he earned the epithet 'Herpo the Foul the Foul'.

"However, for the safety of the students, we must still deal with this matter carefully, after all, Elvis Heller and other Dark Wizards are still a threat, and there might be many more of them."

"At the same time, do not forget the existence of Lord Voldemort. He is hiding somewhere, waiting to be resurrected."

"Therefore, we need more help."

Headmaster Dumbledore's gaze looked out the window, as if passing through space to reach a certain place.

It seemed he needed to write a letter.

Chapter 63: First, Never Act on Impulse

After leaving the Principal's office, Karl Olonlin did not return to the Hufflepuff common room and dormitory.

Because he was directly taken by Professor McGonagall to the Gryffindor Dean's office.

"Write a self-reflection?"

Karl Olonlin stared at Professor McGonagall, utterly disbelieving his ears.

"That's right. Reflect on your reckless behavior tonight, and then discuss your understanding of danger, the correct way to face danger, how to protect yourself, and so on."

Professor McGonagall gently tapped her wand, transforming the two sofas in front of the fireplace into a large bed.

"Finally, remember to write another letter of guarantee, promising not to make such mistakes again. Once you're done, you'll sleep here. If you're hungry, there's food in the desk drawer."

Karl Olonlin: (0_⊙)

How can this be? I've already been punished! Shouldn't this matter be over?

"Can I just give a verbal self-reflection and promise?"

"No, because it needs to be kept as evidence, lest you forget it after saying it."

Professor McGonagall placed both hands on Karl Olonlin's shoulders, looked directly into his eyes, and gently said, "Please forgive my selfishness, child. Please don't make me worry anymore, okay?"

When Dumbledore mentioned Karl Olonlin's contact with Lord Voldemort, her heart clenched.

Karl Olonlin suddenly felt a bit upset, his nose stinging. "Okay, Minerva, I promise."

"That's good."

Professor McGonagall ruffled Karl Olonlin's hair and turned to walk towards the bedroom, her voice trembling.

"I'm very sorry, I didn't control my temper earlier. I was just—a little scared."

Karl Olonlin looked at her back, his fingers almost twisted into a knot.

"Actually, I don't mind at all."

"Thank you, Karl Olonlin. Good night."

"Good night, Minerva."

After the door closed, Karl Olonlin quietly walked to the table and sat down.

Whether it was Professor McGonagall just now, or Professor McGonagall when she was angry and hit him, both made him feel like crying.

Sigh, I miss my mother.

Karl Olonlin blankly stared for a moment before picking up his pen to start writing the self-reflection and guarantee letter.

First, never act on impulse; second, never miss a single one to cross out!

Grabbing his hair into a bird's nest, Karl Olonlin quickly focused and began writing furiously, finishing everything in a short amount of time.

It wasn't until he lay down on the bed, ready to sleep, that he suddenly remembered something.

Holy moly! Where's Fire Treasure?

Just as Karl Olonlin was about to turn over, his heart suddenly stirred, and Fire Treasure appeared in front of him out of thin air.

This was considered a half-spatial teleportation; Fire Treasure's mode of movement was flying, and it could only do this when returning to Karl Olonlin's side.

"You still remember to come back?"

"Chirp~"

Fire Treasure pounced on Karl Olonlin, rubbing against his cheek, skillfully beginning to charm him with cuteness.

"Where's Fawkes?"

"Chirp~"

"Ah? Was he called by the Principal to deliver a letter?"

Dumbledore said he needed more help; are they already starting to act now?

It seems he, like Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, is also worried about the safety of the Hogwarts students.

Karl Olonlin was indifferent now; his initial headache was because he was intimidated by titles like Sun God, Goddess of Death, and God of Craft.

Later, Dumbledore's words made him realize that these so-called Tuatha Dé Danann were not invincible.

Although they were called gods, they might not necessarily be stronger than his demigod power in Phoenix form.

What Karl Olonlin was worried about now was his future life, whether beating the young would bring the old, and then having minor enemies appear every now and then to cause trouble.

Since they were called a god race, there would probably be many clansmen; it was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

"Chirp~"

Fire Treasure, whispering secrets, rolled around on Karl Olonlin, feeling warm and comfortable.

"Fawkes suspects I'm a Phoenix?"

Although there was a wall of fire blocking the view, Fawkes still detected the aura of the Ice Crystal Phoenix.

"What did you say?"

"Chirp—.."

Fire Treasure's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, revealing a few teeth inside, looking like an emoji, both dazed and cute.

Karl Olonlin was directly amused; this little guy was getting cuter and cuter, now even learning to play dumb.

"Next time, add a snot bubble."

"Chirp!"

A new day began, and the students of Hogwarts entered their two-week Easter holiday.

Originally, this holiday would have been dull and boring, as the Professors of various subjects had assigned numerous homework assignments.

However, the events of last night made everyone feel extremely excited and unable to calm down.

Especially the older students who participated, whether in the common room or the Great Hall, never stopped their excited discussions.

Students from first to fourth year were woken from their sleep, groggily evacuated to hide deep within the Castle, knowing nothing.

So they gathered around their seniors, listening to them recount the stories of last night.

All four houses had such scenes, for example, Charlie Weasley of Gryffindor was narrating a story.

"What? Billions of Acromantulas invaded Hogwarts, each as large as a Dragon?"

"What? The three Deans summoned a million-strong army, battling the Acromantulas fiercely on the Corridor Bridge?"

"What? You bravely went into battle, everyone was incredibly brave, casting spells comparable to Merlin?"

This... is this right?

The young lions looked at each other, occasionally wiping away the spittle that splattered on their faces.

Seeing this scene, Charlie angrily slammed the table: "What do you mean by this? Are you not believing me?"

Percy Weasley's expression was indescribable. "It's not that we don't believe you, it's mainly that what you said is too outlandish. Billions of Acromantulas, let alone the Corridor Bridge, the entire Hogwartsand Forbidden Forest wouldn't be able to hold them."

Charlie pulled out his wand and placed it forward, showing everyone the Unicorn hair exposed from the damaged part.

"I was there! This is evidence of the fierce battle at the time!"

One sentence killed the doubts, so the young Wizards could only listen to Charlie continue.

"Of course! Last night's victory goes to Karl Olonlin! The Hufflepuff who wrote two novels!"

Charlie, who incidentally gave a 'GG', recounted how Karl Olonlin, the Wild Boar Knight, Flame Lord, Fireworks King, unleashed a monstrous sea of fire to burn the Acromantulas.

George and Fred immediately cheered, "Karl Olonlin is our friend! We're really close—ouch!"

Percy raised his hand and tapped each of them on the forehead, making them glare at him. "What's it to you?"

Seeing this scene, Charlie felt a sense of déjà vu; it seemed they were indeed biological brothers.

Hogwarts Castle, West Tower, Owlery.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo..."

Karl Olonlin and Nina chatted while feeding these chubby little darlings.

The reason they came here was simply because there was nowhere else to go.

After leaving the Gryffindor Dean's office this morning, Karl Olonlin realized something was wrong.

When the young Wizards saw him, they would excitedly whisper and point, and some older female students' gazes even started to become scary.

But the problem was, it was one thing for the older female students to be like that, but why were some older male students' gazes perverted?

Damn England!

Since the Castle was full of people everywhere, Karl Olonlin, not wanting to be surrounded, brought Nina to pet the owls.

Hearing him talk about it, Nina laughed so hard her stomach hurt.

"Haha—... I can't, I feel like I'm out of strength from laughing, hahaha—"

Karl Olonlin rolled his eyes in annoyance and reached out to support her.

"It's just that I have high standards, otherwise I would definitely let them know what it means to spit out half of Zaporozhye with one word."

Chapter 64: Snape Washes His Hair, A Strange Old Wizard

Nina took a few deep breaths and finally stopped laughing, looking at Karl curiously.

"What does 'half of Zaporozhye' mean?"

"It's a letter from the Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan. Its words are magnificent, elegant, and harmonious. It can definitely be called a unique masterpiece that surpasses all of Europe."

"Is that so?"

Seeing Nina in deep thought, Karl began to worry that she would go looking for this letter.

"Ahem! Of course, the content of the letter is too profound, so it's not suitable for children to read."

"Be good, you can read it later."

Nina: (—_—)

Looking at Karl speechlessly, she had already suspected it wasn't anything good, and now she was certain.

"Coo coo coo—"

The owl that delivered Karl's acceptance letter, named Mitchell, had eaten its fill and came over to act cute.

Karl held Mitchell in his arms and told Nina about Elvis Heller, Herpo the Foul, and the Tuatha Dé Danann.

"Hmm—so there are so many stories hidden behind it. It's really a big problem."

Nina couldn't help but sigh after hearing it. She stared at Karl intently, and after several times of wanting to speak but stopping, she raised her hand and punched him.

Karl: (0_⊙)?

"Huh? What was that punch for?"

"It's nothing, I just hope you remember the self-reflection and guarantee Professor McGonagall made you write! I have a feeling Hogwarts won't be peaceful anymore, so don't go on any more adventures!"

Nina turned away from him, her high ponytail drawing an arc in the air before gently swaying.

Karl subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, "Don't worry, but do you want me to write one for you as well, to keep as evidence?"

"I don't want it!"

Karl, whose hand was slapped away by Nina, smiled wryly and handed her a box of Chocolate Frogs, "Have some candy."

"Thank you~"

Extra! Extra! The Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor at Hogwarts has had another accident!

It is said that when the Acromantula invaded the Castle, Professor Elvis Heller bravely fought and resisted to protect the students, and unfortunately perished.

Upon Professor Heller's death, the young Wizards were saddened but also thought of two things.

First, the death of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor proved the intensity of the battle at the time; it turned out the older students weren't making things up.

Good heavens! The story of the Corridor Bridge battle became more and more outrageous!

There was even a version that said, "Karl waved his hand, and in a casual conversation, billions of Acromantula turned to ashes."

Second, the young Wizards were all curious: with two months left in the semester, who would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts Class?

There likely wouldn't be a new Professor, but rather other Professors would substitute, as this position was not very popular, recruitment was difficult, and it happened suddenly, so there wasn't enough time.

Everyone generally believed that Snape, the Dean of Slytherin and Potion Class Professor, would temporarily teach Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.

People who had seen Professor Snape these past few days found him in a very good mood, walking with a vigorous stride.

And the most shocking thing was—he actually washed his hair! His signature greasy hair was gone!

Karl heard this news while eating in the Great Hall and was so shocked that he choked on his food.

What the heck? Did I eat mushrooms or was I hallucinating? Why am I hearing supernatural events with my ears?

Could it be that Harry's mother has resurrected and plans to change her name from Lily Potter to LilySnape?

"Cough cough cough—"

Nina helplessly patted Karl's back while handing him water, "Are you serious? Can't you slow down?"

"Phew~ You don't understand. Snape washing his hair is as terrifying to me as seeing a ghost."

"But isn't seeing a ghost a simple matter in the Castle?"

Karl: ——

"If you put it that way, then it can't be put that way. Anyway, my point is that this is too incredible."

Nina couldn't understand his reaction, "Maybe it's just because Professor Snape is in a good mood. Didn't he always want to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor? Now that his wish has come true, it's normal for him to tidy up his appearance."

"Hmm—how should I put it? Although it makes sense, it's still very strange."

Just as Karl was pondering, a silver-white ethereal Phoenix suddenly flew in from outside the window and stopped in front of him.

"Karl, come to the Principal's office."

Hearing Dumbledore's voice, Karl responded, "Okay, Principal, I'll be right there."

Nina curiously watched the silver-white ethereal Phoenix fly away, "Is that the legendary Patronus Charm?"

"Correct answer, but no reward, unfortunately."

"Why?"

"Because I already gave you the Chocolate Frog."

Karl got up and headed to the Principal's office. Unexpectedly, he ran into Snape just as he walked out of the Great Hall.

"Professor!"

Holy cow! He really washed his hair!

Just as Karl was exclaiming internally, he actually saw Snape give him a slight smile.

Karl: w(°Д°)w

My heavens! I really saw a ghost!

He subconsciously thought this Snape was someone else disguised with Polyjuice Potion, but quickly realized that such a foolish impersonator was unlikely, leaving only one possibility.

After they passed each other, Karl took off running, heading straight for the Principal's office.

This is bad! Professor Snape has gone mad!

Gargoyle: (._.)

"Bamboo shoot fried pork! Open the door!"

Hearing Karl's password, the Gargoyle hesitated for a moment but still made way for him.

Alas! Humans are indeed fickle!

Last time he politely called me 'Big Brother', this time he directly ordered me to open the door. People's hearts are not what they used to be!

Upon arriving at the Principal's office, Karl was surprised to find that besides Dumbledore, there was also a stranger in the room.

They seemed to be discussing something, and the atmosphere was very strange, not at all friendly.

And most importantly, the portraits of the previous Principals on the wall were covered again.

After Karl appeared, both of them looked over, and Dumbledore's expression returned to gentle.

"Principal, is there something you need?"

"Come and sit down."

So Karl walked towards Dumbledore's desk, observing the guest at the same time.

He was wearing a tattered robe, sitting relaxed in a chair, in a casual posture.

His graying hair only retained a few strands of blond, and his aged face was covered with deep wrinkles.

Beneath the empty robe was a thin body, and his protruding bones made him appear very tall.

And as Karl was observing this old Wizard, the other party was also scrutinizing him.

"Albus, is this Karl Olonlin you mentioned in your letter?"

A somewhat hoarse, low voice echoed in the office, with a hint of careless arrogance in its tone.

"That's right, Karl is the most talented child I've ever seen."

Dumbledore conjured a chair beside him, motioning for Karl to sit there.

Seeing this, the strange old Wizard suddenly smiled strangely.

"That's truly remarkable, but I'd like to know, is he your most favored student?"

Karl: (⊙.⊙)

That tone, that sentence! Who exactly are you?

Chapter 65: First Exchange with Grindelwald

Headmaster Dumbledore, as usual, poured Karl a steaming cup of black tea, his voice filled with a hint of lament.

"Karl is indeed one of my favored students, and like others, this favoritism also stems from guilt."

"After all, because of me, they will bear greater expectations, shoulder heavier responsibilities, and face more perilous crises."

"Just like Newt back then, Newt Scamander, you must still remember him."

The old Wizard slowly straightened himself, his expression a bit regretful, "Of course, he was a lucky lad, almost died by my hand several times, what a pity."

Karl: (#°°)

Merlin's suspender black silk! It really is Gellert Grindelwald!

Quickly drink some tea to calm down! Gulp, gulp, gulp!

Isn't this old man locked up in Nurmengard in Austria? Why is he here?

Could it be...

Karl originally thought that when Dumbledore said he needed more help, he was referring to Order of the Phoenix members, such as Mad-Eye Alastor Moody, but he didn't expect it to be Grindelwald.

Now he knew where Fawkes went to deliver the letter last night, and judging by Grindelwald's appearance here today, he must have come back by watching Fawkes's spatial teleportation.

Pfft! Who would have thought that a Phoenix would also have a day as a 'beast of burden'!

Dumbledore was about to refill Karl's tea when he noticed that the usually thick-skinned little fellow was very proactive today and didn't need his care at all; he poured the tea himself.

No way, things are different now.

The Principal personally pouring tea, this standard is not ordinarily exceeded; it's fine when there are no outsiders, but now...

With Grindelwald, this guy who fluctuates between being an insider and an outsider, it's better to be careful.

After all, his position is hard to say, but he is certainly not an insider.

"Karl, let me introduce you, this is Gellert Grindelwald, perhaps you have heard his name."

Dumbledore gave Karl a wink, roughly meaning: Go! Give him two slaps! Get to know each other!

Karl: (w·)?

Huh? Me?

Although he didn't really want to, since the Principal had instructed him, then he couldn't be blamed for being impolite.

"Of course I've heard of him! The famous Mr. Grindelwald! How could I not know him?"

"He's a renowned gas stove expert, the Wizarding world's best fireworks master, who once set off a grand, artistic fireworks display in Paris, France; it's said that even the dead praised it, and the graves in the cemetery directly spewed fire from ancestral tombs."

Grindelwald's smile froze on his face. Sure enough, any student favored by Dumbledore was so annoying.

The corners of his mouth, which had curved up at the previous sentence, flattened again at the latter, feeling as if he had been slapped.

"Hmph! Karl O'Laughlin? A strange and ridiculous surname, without heritage, without origin, without meaning, just like you!"

Facing Grindelwald's counterattack, Karl didn't care at all, "Not knowing only shows your limited knowledge. Let me tell you that O'Laughlin means 'illusion' or 'dream' in Quenya."

"Quenya?"

Grindelwald frowned, was this some rare minor language?

Karl nodded seriously, "That's right, a type of Elvish. I only use it in Valinor in Aman."

Dumbledore understood. So this child made it up. He almost thought he was ignorant.

Grindelwald, who didn't know Karl, was utterly bewildered, "Aman? Valinor? Elvish? What are you talking about?"

"It's okay if you don't understand. I'll send you a copy when I write the book. You'll understand after you read it."

"Also, if you think O'Laughlin is strange, you can call me by other names."

"For example, Mithrandir in Sindarin, Tharkûn in Dwarvish, Greyhame in Rohirric—"

Karl grinned at the old man, "Of course, my favorite name is Gandalf."

Grindelwald: (^)

Good! Good! Good! All made up, aren't they?

You brat! You dare to trick me?

"Oh, Adolf?"

Karl instantly dropped his smile and looked at Grindelwald expressionlessly, "It's Gandalf! Please mind your words!"

Good heavens! He actually wants to slander me as a Legalist disciple with Taoist thought!

Don't ask why it's Taoist and Legalist, because Adolf is also 'Dao,' and Faqisi (French suction wire) is also 'Fa.'

"Heh! Annoying brat!"

Seeing the harmonious and friendly exchange between Grindelwald and Karl, Dumbledore was very pleased.

"Now that you two have met, the rest will be easy."

"Karl, Grindelwald will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor for the foreseeable future. Please take him to familiarize himself with the Castle, show him the classroom's location, and then help him settle into the office."

"Ah? Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor?"

Hearing this, Karl was stunned. Dumbledore, aren't you setting him up? I just insulted him!

Looking at Grindelwald's malicious expression, it was over; he would probably fail this class's exam.

Are ordinary Dark Wizard no longer enough for the Principal? He directly called this old man!

No, Professor McGonagall must take Dumbledore to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

"What? I am the Professor, and you are not satisfied? Mr. Karl O'Laughlin, please lead the way."

Seeing Karl's surprised look, Grindelwald felt pleased. He stood up and gestured for him to lead the way.

"Satisfied! So satisfied that I want to set off a replica of your Paris fireworks in the office!"

"Hmph! Annoying brat!"

"Heh! Annoying old man!"

After Dumbledore watched the two leave, he took a letter from a drawer, "Fawkes, deliver this to Aberforth."

Going down the Castle stairs, Karl first took Grindelwald to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classclassroom on the fourth floor, then came to the Professor's office on the third floor.

"Where's your luggage?"

"I have nothing."

"Didn't Headmaster Dumbledore arrange it for you?"

"He has many things to consider, but I am not among them."

Pfft, pfft, pfft! Those words are so sour!

Karl looked up at the aged Grindelwald, "I never thought it would be you who would be the new Professor."

Grindelwald shrugged indifferently, "In fact, I never thought I would leave Nurmengard, because that was the place of my chosen death."

"Whether by old age, or killed by avengers who sought me out, or—killed by some crazy junior."

"Until I received Albus's letter. He told me about Herpo the Foul, the Tuatha Dé Danann, and—the legendary Beyond."

Grindelwald emphasized the last part, complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

His words carried a lot of information, making Karl frown, "You came for the Beyond?"

"Yes, and no."

Karl wanted to punch this old man. His words were as good as saying nothing. Don't be a riddle-teller!

Grindelwald fell into reminiscence, his expression showing pain and regret, "It's just for atonement."

"Instead of doubting my intentions here, you should go see Albus. He's the one to worry about."

"Perhaps you can ask him directly, after all, you are his favored student, aren't you?"

"I'm a bit tired today. Let's talk about familiarizing yourself with the Castle tomorrow. Remember to come find me."

Karl watched Grindelwald enter the office and close the door. After a moment of thought, he returned the way he came.

Dumbledore, what do you intend to do?

Chapter 66: Mirror of Erised and Atonement

When Karl walked into the Principal's office again, he didn't see Dumbledore.

He looked around and quickly found a cracked bookshelf and a hidden passage.

Karl walked over curiously and went through the passage into a dimly lit small room.

Dumbledore stood with his back to the door in front of a mirror. This mirror was very grand, with an ornate golden frame, reaching the ceiling, and supported by two claw-shaped feet at the bottom.

Undoubtedly, this was the Mirror of Erised.

"Albus, I'm back. Grindelwald is resting in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor's office."

"Thank you, Karl."

Dumbledore took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, then put them back on and turned to motion for Karl to come forward.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking in the mirror," Dumbledore pointed to the Mirror of Erised, "This is a magical mirror. Do you see the words on it?"

Karl squinted and began to read the long string of words, feeling very confused, "Erised—straeh?"

"It should actually be read backward. It means 'I show not your face but your heart's desire.' It is called the Mirror of Erised and can show the most urgent and intense desires deep within one's heart. Would you like to try?"

Facing Dumbledore's invitation, Karl readily agreed. This mirror was quite interesting.

"Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the most handsome Wizard in the world?"

The Mirror of Erised clearly didn't have a voice function and couldn't answer Karl, but a family appeared in the mirror.

Karl gazed greedily at everyone's faces, especially his parents, but their appearances, though clearly etched in his mind, felt somewhat unfamiliar at this moment.

Noticing Karl's hurried and erratic breathing, Dumbledore patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"Relax, Karl."

"I'm fine."

"What did you see?"

"Hmm, I saw myself holding a thick pair of wool socks."

After an initial surprise, Dumbledore smiled with relief, "So we saw the same thing."

Karl pouted, "Come on, I already gave you a lot of wool socks for Christmas. Didn't you wear them?"

"I did, but they often scream loudly, causing me to need frequent replacements."

Karl rolled his eyes at the troubled Dumbledore, "Then it really is time to change them!"

"Actually, they don't smell that bad—"

Dumbledore mumbled as he turned and walked out, "Karl, interested in hearing an old man's past?"

"Of course, most willingly."

After a final look at his family in the Mirror of Erised, Karl followed Dumbledore out.

Back at the desk, Karl declined the black tea and cockroach clusters, and began eating Fizzing Whizbees.

When feeling down, eating something sweet can be very effective, and this candy also makes people float.

"You must be wondering why I brought Grindelwald here to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor."

Karl nodded, "Exactly, and won't there be trouble if he leaves Nurmengard and is discovered?"

To be fair, the commotion Grindelwald caused back then was far greater than Lord Voldemort's.

Unlike Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters, who only carried out terrorist attacks in the British Isles, Grindelwald led the Wizarding Party in attacks all over, affecting all of Europe except Britain, and even the United States was not spared, triggering a global Wizarding war.

Wouldn't such a dangerous person suddenly escaping from prison cause panic?

"Don't worry, so many years have passed, and besides those who experienced it back then, few people remember him anymore."

"Moreover, the Austrian Ministry of Magic will not allow the news of Grindelwald's disappearance to spread among ordinary Wizards."

"Most importantly, if the Ministries of magic of various countries become vigilant because of this, it will be a good thing for us."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Karl actually felt they made a lot of sense.

Indeed, old ginger is spicier. Dumbledore, this old immortal, his farts are truly extraordinary.

"Alright, then what do you want to do?"

"It's a bit troublesome to explain, because the story is very long, and I need to start from a long time ago—"

Next, Dumbledore told Karl about his past.

His voice was very soft, seemingly close by, yet sounding as if it came from a very distant place.

It pulled at memories, flowed through time, with tears and laughter, happiness and sorrow intertwined.

Dumbledore recounted in a calm tone how his sister Ariana was attacked by three Muggle boys, suffering mental and emotional damage, and becoming an Obscurial thereafter.

His father, out of anger, used magic to punish the three boys, but to protect his daughter, he was eventually taken away by the Ministry of Magic and died in Azkaban.

And his mother, in later days, was killed by Ariana's uncontrollable magic. This tragedy plunged the already broken family into deeper suffering.

"Later, in Godric's Hollow, I met Grindelwald and became friends, however—"

At this point, Dumbledore showed a sad expression. He lowered his eyes, and his voice became even weaker.

"My dispute with Aberforth and Grindelwald ultimately turned into a duel."

"In the chaos, I don't know whose spell hit Ariana, and from then on, I forever lost my sister and became estranged from my brother."

Karl silently lowered his head. He didn't know how to comfort the old man.

"In the years that followed, I could never forgive myself, even to the point of madness."

"I tried to find the legendary Deathly Hallows, to resurrect my family with the Resurrection Stone, but I didn't succeed."

"And now—Karl, I know about the Tuatha Dé Danann, and I know about the existence of the Otherworld."

Looking at Dumbledore's resolute gaze, Karl understood. He knew what the old Principal was going to do.

"I don't know if my family went to the Otherworld, and I don't know where I will go after I die, so I must figure these things out. If they really live in the Otherworld, then—"

Karl interrupted him, "Then you can welcome the arrival of death, and then go to the Otherworld to reunite with your family?"

Dumbledore's expression brightened, and he smiled, "For me, isn't that a relief and happiness?"

Karl had nothing to say about his thoughts.

The two fell into a long silence, just eating their respective cockroach clusters and Fizzing Whizbees, until Karl got tired of it.

"So the atonement Grindelwald mentioned refers to Ms. Ariana's accident?"

"Exactly."

"Alright, what do you need me to do?"

Dumbledore looked at Karl with a smile, "I thought you wouldn't agree, or at least would propose different opinions."

"Because I know I can't change your decision," Karl irritably threw the candy onto the table, "I regret it. I shouldn't have come to ask you about this."

Dumbledore tugged at his beard, "Actually, even if you hadn't come, I would have told you proactively. After all, I need someone who knows the truth to provide help, and you are the most suitable."

"Why me?"

"Because Minerva and the others definitely wouldn't agree, and Severus… well, I'm worried he would leave like me."

Dumbledore made no secret of his double standards. Perhaps he thought Snape was still too young, and should at least spend some time with Harry Potter before deciding whether to embrace death.

"Karl, I will be responsible for the matters of the Tuatha Dé Danann and the Otherworld. Grindelwaldwill guard Hogwarts for me."

"But only the two of us know his true identity, so I need your help to keep an eye on him."

"It's not really about monitoring Grindelwald's every move, but rather about showing my attitude."

Hearing this, Karl was a little confused, "Isn't he truly atoning?"

"There's no need to doubt that, but I'm not sure if he has repented for his past actions."

"You can't confirm either?"

Dumbledore sighed, "Perhaps remnants of our broken friendship still exist, but mutual trust might only be rebuilt in the face of death."

Karl scratched his head, truly not understanding this.

"In short, among the people I trust, you are the most suitable to help me. You are strong-willed, kind, and powerful. Hehehe… Ah~ It feels good!" Karl felt his mouth corners were harder to control than an AK, already hooked like a bass.

But there was no choice, the one saying this was the great Dumbledore. Who could resist this?

Even Lord Voldemort couldn't handle such praise! As for Grindelwald, he could just fly to the sky!

"And most importantly, you are the idlest one; everyone else is very busy."

Karl: (one_-)

Old thief! Give me back my move!

"You don't need to add that last sentence!"

Dumbledore blinked, "Oh, then just pretend you didn't hear it."

Karl got up and left, "I'm going back to do my homework. Also, I suggest you look in the mirror less and change your socks more often."

"Good suggestion, I'll remember that."

After Dumbledore watched Karl leave, he pushed the door open again and poked his head back in.

"Oh, That's right! One more thing!"

"What?"

"It's Professor Snape, he might—" Karl pointed to his head, "Something's wrong here. Not only did he wash his hair today, but he also intimidated me."

"Intimidated you?"

"Yes! He smiled at me!"

Dumbledore: ——.

Chapter 67: Grindelwald's Broken Defense

Dumbledore covered his forehead, starting to explain with a wry smile.

"Karl, is there a possibility that Severus isn't trying to scare you, but is actually smiling at you?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

For Karl to believe this, the sun would have to rise in the south and set in the north.

"Actually, Severus has always washed his hair, he just uses shampoo he developed himself."

"Are the professors' salaries at the school so low that they can't even afford shampoo?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "For reasons I can't tell you, Severus wanted to develop a shampoo with a unique scent, as it holds his most cherished memories."

"He just hasn't succeeded all these years. On the day I asked you to find him, Severus was brewing a shampoo potion, and your knocking disrupted the process."

"He originally thought that attempt had also failed, but when he went back, he found the potion's scent was very close to that fragrance."

"So, Severus washing his hair and smiling at you today probably means the shampoo has been completely successfully developed."

Karl: (⊙o⊙)

Merlin's white suspenders! So that's how it was?

Did he just complete an epic achievement by successfully making Snape wash his hair?

And… he should even thank him!

"Alright, then it's fine."

Just as Karl was about to close the door, Dumbledore gestured for him to wait.

"I am getting a bit old; I completely forgot about the sealing spell just now."

Dumbledore gently pushed a notebook, and it smoothly flew into Karl's hand.

"There are also some other spells I recorded in there, perhaps you'll like them."

"Thanks, Albus!"

Throughout the entire Easter holiday, Karl had a very fulfilling time.

Besides finishing the homework assigned by various Professors, he also had to show Grindelwaldaround the school.

Perhaps curious about the place Dumbledore had spent his entire life, the old man would often call Karl to wander around.

Dumbledore had told Karl to keep an eye on Grindelwald, and Grindelwald seemed to be well aware of this.

So, if Karl didn't have time, he would stay alone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor's office.

It seemed both of them were trying their best to mend their broken friendship and restore trust in each other.

It was a mutual effort, indeed.

On the last day of the holiday, they had already explored Hogwarts Castle, and the old man even wanted to drag Karl to the Forbidden Forest.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because Hagrid is holding Aragog's funeral today, I'd better not go provoke him."

Aragog was the ancestor of all Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, placed there by Hagrid after he hatched him.

Later, Hagrid found him a wife, Mosag, which led to the formation of the massive Acromantula colony.

Aragog was already old, but then he was threatened by Elvis Heller's Basilisk, which scared him.

Then, during the attack on Hogwarts Castle, Karl burned away most of his descendants with a single fire, and all the adult Acromantulas died, leaving only some small spiders.

Upon hearing this terrible news, Aragog was heartbroken and died a few days later.

So, the atmosphere in the Forbidden Forest these past few days was strange; the Centaur tribe and other magical creature communities were full of laughter, while at Hagrid's hut, the mournful wailing was truly heartbreaking to hear.

Although Hagrid wouldn't blame Karl, he was crying too miserably.

"Hmph! Another fool who hangs out with magical creatures!"

Grindelwald chuckled, seemingly thinking of his old schoolmate, Newt.

"And you, Dumbledore's favored people are always like this, with inexplicable and utterly ridiculous kindness and sympathy."

Karl eyed him sideways, "Kindness? Are you talking about me? Go ask the Acromantulas if they agree?"

"I'm sorry, I misspoke," Grindelwald apologized sincerely, then changed his tone, "You must be foolish!

A smart person would choose to keep some Acromantulas and then extract their venom."

Hiss! This old man is really irritating!

"Yes, yes, yes! You're so smart, aren't you? If you're so smart, why were you caught by Newt?"

Hiss! This little brat is really irritating!

"I infiltrated the Magical Congress of the United States alone back then, playing them like puppets and stirring up a storm."

"Oh, but you were caught by Newt."

"I formed the Wizarding Party back then, sweeping across Europe, unstoppable wherever I went, striking fear into hearts."

"Oh, but you were caught by Newt."

"I—You—" Grindelwald pointed at Karl, his hand trembling with anger.

"Hmm?" Karl showed an honest, simple smile, innocently spreading his hands.

"Is that the only thing you can say?"

"No, I actually have one more thing."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, "What?"

Karl chuckled, "You were also caught by Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"F*ck!"

Grindelwald cursed angrily, turning and walking into the Castle.

"Hey? Not going to the Forbidden Forest anymore?"

"Go to hell!"

Watching Grindelwald's exasperated back, Karl's wand twirled even more flamboyantly.

"Heh heh ~ Then I'll go play with Nina ~"

No choice, having a backer means you can do whatever you want. What about Grindelwald? If you dare, go duel Dumbledore!

Karl was now acting extremely brazenly, speaking incredibly arrogantly, feeling super refreshed, and completely unbothered.

For the young Wizards of Hogwarts, the biggest surprise after school reopened should have been the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.

Although the new Professor Gott Green was very old, looked unkempt, and a bit distant,

his storytelling—bah!—his lecturing skills were as tall as three or four stories, and he didn't even need to look at a textbook.

He knew all about various Dark Arts and could effortlessly recall knowledge points on resistance and defense.

He also particularly liked to include real-life cases not found in textbooks, recounting them vividly, making them scarier than horror stories.

This quickly earned Professor Green the admiration of almost all students at Hogwarts. Many Muggle-born young Wizards even thought he was related to the Brothers Grimm, who wrote fairy tales.

After all, Professor Gott Green could really make things up like eating wire and pulling fences.

Of course, the young Wizards mentioned above did not include Karl. Although he also enjoyed listening, he couldn't stand Grindelwald, who was using the alias Gott Green, holding a grudge.

Perhaps it was because he had angered the old man so much last time; whenever there was class, he would find fault and deduct House points from Karl.

But it didn't matter, Hufflepuff had already secured this year's House Cup anyway.

If Dumbledore didn't give it to him, he would go burn down the Principal's office.

Hmph hmph ~

"Karl Olonlin! What are you laughing at? Is my lecture that funny? Ten points from Hufflepuff!"

Karl: —

Damn!

Chapter 68: Singing a Battle Song, Struck by Lightning, Very Bold

During Potion Class, Karl was individually brewing the Boil-Cure Potion he learned in the first lesson.

Nina watched carefully beside him, occasionally reminding him softly to prevent him from making mistakes.

If it were before, Professor Snape would have come over to mock him, but now he simply pretended not to see.

The first-year curriculum was completed before Easter, and everyone was now reviewing.

Because a certain person's practical skills were a bit poor, Nina could only give him extra practice this way.

Karl looked relaxed, his gaze like a dragon.

Then, with a series of fierce operations, the resulting Potion was enough to poison a rat.

Looking at the bubbling, sickly green liquid before him, Karl couldn't help but sigh.

Why was this happening? Every step of the process was correct, yet he just couldn't get the right answer.

"Don't be discouraged, Karl, at least—um—this Potion looks quite potent."

Nina tried hard to comfort Karl, but it was difficult to lie with a straight face.

"Alright, poison is technically a Potion too. I'm just a bit lopsided in this subject."

Professor Snape, watching from afar: —.

When class ended, Karl stayed behind. Once all the Wizards had left, he stood up.

After thinking for a moment, he summoned Fire Treasure and placed it on top of his head.

"Professor Snape!"

"Chirp~"

Professor Snape looked at Karl and Fire Treasure, who were greeting him, and once again revealed his intimidating smile.

"Mr. Orolin, and…"

"Its name is Fire Treasure."

"Yay~" Fire Treasure happily waved.

Professor Snape nodded, indicating he understood, "Mr. Orolin and Fire Treasure, what can I do for you?"

Karl looked like an honest child, "Professor, what do you think of my Potion brewing skills?"

Professor Snape: (._.)

Karl: (° - °)

After an awkward silence, Professor Snape cleared his throat, "Ahem—there's still a lot of room for improvement."

"Hey! Actually, I know my talent in Potions isn't great, so I wanted to prove myself to you in other areas."

"How will you prove it?"

"How about you teach me a few spells? I heard Headmaster Dumbledore say that besides being a Potion Master, you're also skilled in spells and dueling."

Professor Snape pondered for a moment, "Alright, but I must warn you, the spells I invent are dangerous Dark Arts."

Karl raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a ball of black Fiendfyre appeared in his palm.

"You've already learned the Fiendfyre Curse? Plus the Gubraithian Fire, it seems your talent in spells is indeed good."

Although Professor Snape had drunk Polyjuice Potion and impersonated Dumbledore to leave Hogwarts on Easter, he had already heard about Karl setting the Acromantula on fire.

"Follow me."

Professor Snape led Karl to the Slytherin Dean's office and quickly took a notebook from the bookshelf.

"You can choose the spells you want to learn, copy them down, and take them with you."

"Alright, Professor!"

Karl took the notebook, quickly sat down, and began copying with paper and pen.

Sectumsempra, Langlock, Levicorpus. The Muffliato spell was quite interesting; it could make a buzzing sound in the ears of those nearby, preventing them from hearing the caster speak.

He felt that with some modification, he could also make himself unable to hear surrounding sounds.

This way, Karl wouldn't have to endure the torment of singing the school song in unison at future opening feasts.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, as it was already June, and the final exams had begun.

While all the Wizards were having breakfast in the Great Hall, Karl presented a battle song for everyone:

"I send you off, beyond the exam hall, your mind is blank! The test paper opens, all guesswork, half the time spent spacing out!"

"I send you off, beyond the exam hall, the Professor is waiting! When a zero comes, life and death are hard to guess, find time to buy a coffin!"

Since it was sung in Chinese, the Wizards had no idea of Karl's sinister intentions. On the contrary, they cheered and applauded, even wanting him to sing another one.

Karl readily agreed. Anyway, if you're willing to die, I'm willing to bury you.

"Answers flow in your eyes~ Forgetting one moment, piecing together the next~ As I devoutly clasp my hands~ I only wish you can be saved~"

Nina looked at Karl with sparkling eyes, swaying gently to the melody, "I didn't expect Karl to sing so well, what do you think of him? Why do you have that expression?"

Cho: ()

"Nina, stay away from Karl from now on."

"Why?"

"That guy will definitely be struck by lightning later! I'm worried it might implicate you."

"Huh?"

After Cho translated the lyrics to Nina, Nina was instantly torn between laughter and tears, "This guy really is—a childish brat!"

The exam period lasted for a week. Besides the unified written exams, several subjects also had practical tests.

For example, Charms Class, Transfiguration Class, and Karl's most dreaded Potion Class.

For the other subjects, he was aiming for a perfect score, after all, the limit of the test paper was not his limit.

As for Potion Class, just passing was a victory!

Dear Professor Snape! Please be sure to touch your hair before grading!

After the last History of Magic exam, all the Wizards were finally liberated.

Although some were worried about their exam results, they could now play wildly for a week, which was incredibly awesome.

However, the Quidditch team members from Hufflepuff and Slytherin were not included, as the finals were coming soon.

Cedric, instead of relaxing after the final exams, became even more nervous.

He even wanted to drag Karl to the Quidditch pitch for pre-match extra practice and to further study his flying techniques.

"Let go of me! In broad daylight, what kind of behavior is this, pulling and tugging?"

"I don't care! Anyway, my reputation has already been ruined by that bastard Summers!"

"What about me? If you don't let go, I'm going to set you on fire! Burn you alive! It'll be very cruel!"

"Whatever you want after the match!"

Karl was helpless; this guy was definitely stubborn like a donkey, as unyielding as a gargoyle.

"Big brother, I was just flying erratically. You don't really plan to just mess around in the match, do you?"

Cedric's mouth twisted, "I actually plan to use that tactic. Isn't it very bold? I told Prefect Judy, Shabi, and Summers about it, and they're all very excited, very excited!"

Karl:

It's over, the emo director has possessed him.

A few days later, the final Hogwarts Quidditch match arrived: Hufflepuff versus Slytherin.

All the Wizards and Professors came to the stadium stands to cheer for both teams.

The little lions of Gryffindor firmly stood with the little ones, and even before the finals began, they engaged in friendly and kind verbal exchanges with the little snakes of Slytherin.

And the little eagles of Ravenclaw also revealed their dark nature, adhering to the principle of not fearing a big funeral when attending one. They supported whichever side seemed weaker.

Anyway, I'm not playing on the field, so why not stir up some trouble in private? Sit wherever you want in the stands, and if a fight breaks out, there's somewhere to hide.

Karl was teaching the little ones the Zaporozhian Cossacks' answer when he saw Nina approaching and quickly stopped.

"What's wrong? Did Daisy get lost again?"

"No, I ate the Chocolate Frog you gave me."

"Do you need to report that too?"

Nina showed him a Chocolate Frog card, "Because of this."

Karl raised an eyebrow. The figure on the card was a Witch named Morrigan.

Hiss! That name!

Chapter 69: Little Wizards Team Up to Catch Karl — This is Hogwarts

Morgana, an Irish Witch, was also an Animagus who could transform into a crow.

This seemed to pose no problem, but Karl scratched his head, "Why does this name sound so much like Morgana, the Goddess of Death from the Tuatha Dé Danann?"

Nina looked around, and seeing that everyone was engrossed in the game, she leaned into his ear and whispered:

"It's not just similar, you know. Due to the passage of time, the pronunciation of Morgana's name has constantly changed, for example, Morlígan, Mollyan, Morlingan—"

"But in the earliest records we can find, Morgana's spelling is exactly Morrigan, identical to this Irish Witch Morgana on the card."

Karl: (⊙⊙)

"You mean—"

"If Herpo the Foul, the God of Crafts, can walk among us, then Morgana, as the Goddess of War and Death, might be able to as well."

Nina said, taking out her notebook and handing it to Karl, "I've gone through several versions of the Cú Chulainn legend, and after he died,

Morgana always transformed into a crow and landed on his shoulder."

Karl looked at the graceful handwriting in the notebook, then at the description on the Chocolate Frog card.

Morgana: Goddess of War who can transform into a black crow; Morgana: Animagus, crow.

He pondered for a moment, "In what era did this Morgana live?"

If it was during the same period as the despicable Herpo the Foul, then that would be very interesting.

Nina shook her head, "There's too little information about her. I couldn't find anything. You should ask Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Alright then!"

As the two were conversing, the little Wizards in the stands suddenly erupted into shouts, with cheers rising and falling.

Karl and Nina quickly looked towards the Quidditch Pitch, only to see the Hufflepuff Quidditch team had turned into headless flies, beginning Brownian motion in the air, commonly known as flying around aimlessly.

This sudden action successfully startled the Slytherin players, who thought the little ones had collectively gone mad.

They all slowed down, at a loss, and even wanted to stay farther away from the little ones.

"Referee! They won't bite, will they?"

Lee Jordan immediately began commentating loudly: "There it is! The Hufflepuff team's killer move! The O'Linn Movement! According to Cedric, this is an invincible tactic created by Karl O'Linn!"

Karl: (°°;)

"You old man Cedric! I'm going to slap you onto the wall! The kind that can't be peeled off!"

In this chaos, Cedric replicated the erratic movement, unannounced changes in direction, and constant changes in speed and altitude of flying that he learned from Karl, successfully shaking off the SlytherinSeeker.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he successfully caught the Golden Snitch.

Lee Jordan shouted loudly: "Ah ah ah ah ah! Cedric has killed the game! Let's congratulate Cedric! Let's congratulate Hufflepuff! They have defeated the foolish—*cough cough cough*! The arrogant Slytherin! They are the champions!"

"—We are the champions!"

The entire Quidditch Pitch erupted, and the little ones began howling, jumping and dancing.

Judy leaned back strategically. What do you call having unique foresight and prescience? I told you we could aim for the championship!

Karl cheered along, hugging Nina, and then—he saw the team members looking over from afar. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately let go of Nina, grabbing her hand and running.

"Oh dear! Where are you taking me? Why are we running?"

Nina's face was flushed, and she was pulled along by Karl, running wildly, feeling bewildered and helpless.

"No time to explain! Run!"

Before they could even run out of the stands, they heard Lee Jordan's voice: "Look! Cedric and the team members are rushing towards the stands! They want to share this glorious moment with Karl O'Linn!"

"Karl, don't run! Come back! You are also the creator of this victory!"

"Hufflepuffs, quickly stop him! Oh my goodness! Karl is truly worthy of being the inventor of the O'Linn Movement and the creator of the invincible tactic; his speed is too fast!"

"Gryffindors, don't just watch! Help out! Yes, yes, yes! Ravenclaws, join in too! Karl, be careful! Slytherins have joined in too!"

Karl looked back at the dense crowd of little Wizards chasing them, "Now do you know why we have to run?"

"Even though I know, but—why do I have to run too? Can you please let go of me?"

"Absolutely not! Because we share blessings and misfortunes!"

"Huh?"

At this moment, the Professors in the stands were roaring with laughter. Professor Sprout couldn't straighten her back, Professor Flitwick clutched his stomach, and that old fellow Grindelwald was practically breaking the railing.

Professor McGonagall, seeing this scene of all the little Wizards teaming up to catch the cat, finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Under the brilliant sunshine, the young boy and girl ran freely hand in hand, their robes swaying and fluttering in the wind.

The little Wizards behind them chased, cheering and leaping with joy, creating a beautiful sight that brought immense happiness.

In the Castle in the distance, Dumbledore stood at the window, laughing heartily. This was the meaning of his guardianship of Hogwarts.

Summer vacation arrived, and Karl's first year at Hogwarts came to an end.

At the farewell party before the holidays, which was the end-of-year feast, Headmaster Dumbledorestood up and smiled, looking at all the students.

"Before we begin the feast, we must first hold the House Cup award ceremony, but I believe you all already know the result."

He raised his hand and pointed to the black and yellow decorations representing Hufflepuff, especially the large banner depicting Hufflepuff hanging on the wall behind the high table.

"Without a doubt! The winner of the House Cup is Hufflepuff House!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the long tables of the little ones, and the little Wizards from the other three Houses also applauded and cheered.

Professor Sprout smiled and shook hands with Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape, accepting their praise.

Dumbledore clapped his hands amidst the cheers, and after everyone quieted down, he spoke again: "There is one more thing."

"As you all surely know, on Easter Day, Hogwarts suffered an attack."

"When the school faced danger, many people stepped forward, proving their courage and responsibility, so..."

Dumbledore gently waved his hand, and countless specks of light appeared in the air, descending towards the four long tables.

All the fifth, sixth, and seventh-year students received a medal, and they excitedly looked at Dumbledore.

"Awarding so many Special Contribution to the School awards at once is something that has never happened at Hogwarts."

"But for brave you, this is nothing."

"Karl O'Linn, Nina Goldstein, and all the children who fought to protect Hogwarts."

"Please allow us, on behalf of the school, to express our sincerest gratitude to you!"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, all the Professors stood up and, along with the Principal, bowed to the students in gratitude.

And all the little Wizards, including the younger students who did not receive medals, also stood up and bowed back to the Professors.

Amidst the crowd, Karl smiled very happily, because this was the Hogwarts in his heart.

Dumbledore smiled, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes, and with outstretched arms, shouted: "Everyone! Let the feast begin!"

Accompanied by the cheers of the little Wizards, abundant food appeared on the long tables, and the entire Great Hall erupted.

The grand feast began.

Before leaving school, the exam results were out, but this did not affect everyone's happiness.

Karl successfully became an academic ace, standing on the same level as Nina, Cho, Cedric, and others.

Perhaps Professor Snape had just washed his hair that day when he graded, so he gave him a good score.

After receiving his report card, Karl specifically ran to the Gryffindor Principal's office to let Professor McGonagall review it.

Professor McGonagall was very pleased, smiling so much that the wrinkles on her face deepened.

"After you see your friends off tomorrow, don't wander off. We're going to Hogsmeade Village to tidy up the house."

"House?"

Karl paused, then smiled and nodded heavily, "Okay!"

Chapter 70: Farewell, that Dog Karl, Nearly Headless Nick, Stood Up

Castle underground, Black Lake ferry crossing.

Karl Olonlin was once again here to bid farewell to his friends, but this should also be the last time.

"Cedric said that from now on, we won't need to take a boat to and from Hogwarts; we'll take another route instead."

Cho Chang dragged her luggage to the dock, excitedly sharing the good news with everyone.

The panting Stebbins immediately woke up, "Really? I'm sick of walking such a long way!"

"It's true. Next time school starts, we can take Thestral carriages after getting off at HogsmeadeStation."

Shabi's face showed some regret, "It's a pity we won't be flying over the Black Lake, but rather taking a detour through the school's main entrance."

Katie Bell couldn't understand his regret at all. "That's great! What if we fall? I can't swim."

Cormac immediately thumped his chest, declaring himself a swimming expert, "Do you want me to teach you during the holidays—ah!"

Audrey and Julia pushed him aside, "You don't need to bother! We'll do it!"

Karl Olonlin ignored the playful group and looked at Nina beside him.

"Are you going to Dorset or North America this time? If it's Dorset, I can come visit you."

Nina sat down on a wooden pile at the dock, looking at Karl Olonlin thoughtfully, and couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Of course, it's North America. It's my first time away from Grandma Queenie for so long; she misses me a lot."

"Oh—what are you planning to do this holiday? Do you have any arrangements?"

"Of course, I'll be doing homework, and then… I might have to prepare for an entrance exam."

"Huh? What entrance exam?"

"The Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry entrance exam, but I might not even need it. After all, I'm the student who made all four house statues respond; I'm very popular."

Karl Olonlin unconsciously frowned, "Are you transferring schools? Why?"

"It's not really a transfer. Do you remember when I told you in the Forbidden Forest during Halloweenthat I was originally going to Ilvermorny? I only came here because Druids originated from Celtic mythology, so I came to take a look."

"So, just for one year?"

At this moment, many chaotic thoughts suddenly flashed through Karl Olonlin's mind:

So, in the original story, Nina only stayed at Hogwarts for one year, which makes her absence very reasonable.

If I hadn't transmigrated, how would the events of this school year have unfolded?

Elvis Heller might have lured Dumbledore out of Hogwarts and successfully taken the Nearly Headless Nick.

He must have fought with a Professor in the Castle, which is why that secret passage collapsed.

However, the great battle on the Corridor Bridge probably wouldn't have happened. After he succeeded, the Acromantula should have retreated quickly.

So, I've changed so many things? But if Nina still leaves, then wouldn't that be—

"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

Nina's waving hand appeared in Karl Olonlin's line of sight, successfully bringing him back to his senses. "I'm not 'hey', I'm Karl Olonlin."

"What? You'll miss me?"

Nina curved her lips, her smile holding a hint of small triumph and happiness.

"How could that be! It's not a life-or-death separation! How could someone of my generation be so un-detached!"

Karl Olonlin laughed heartily, his eyes avoiding Nina's gaze and looking towards the distant lake water.

"Oh, is that so—"

Nina took a deep breath, a standard fake smile appearing on her face. "Didn't you say I was your best friend? Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Hmm… Study hard, improve every day, focus on your studies, don't think about other things. When the holidays come, I'll come visit you—"

As Karl Olonlin spoke, the small boats for picking up students had already arrived, and Hagrid called for everyone to quickly get on board.

"Hmph, I'm leaving."

Nina stood up, carrying her suitcase, which was enchanted with a Levitation Charm, and boarded a small boat with Cho Chang and the others.

Karl Olonlin looked at her retreating figure, wanting to speak but hesitating, finally calling out, "Nina! I want to say—"

Nina looked over from the boat, her eyes hiding anticipation. "What?"

"I want to say—remember to write to me! I'll definitely write back to you!"

Nina suddenly smiled, waving her hand helplessly, "Okay! I know!"

Without needing to row, the small boat pushed through the waves, creating ripples as it sailed into the distance.

Cho Chang curiously looked at her friend beside her. "Nina, what did you go to Professor McGonagallfor earlier?"

"I submitted an application."

"What application?"

"I'll tell you when school starts."

Karl Olonlin pondered for a moment, watching them disappear into the distance, then turned and walked towards the Castle.

The wand in his hand spun faster and faster, his heart feeling a bit lost and irritable.

Nina also didn't treat him as a friend; she didn't tell him about this earlier.

It left Karl Olonlin momentarily unsure of what to say or do.

Just as he reached the first floor of the Castle, Peeves appeared, holding a handful of dungbombs, glaring fiercely at Karl Olonlin.

"Annoying brat! Peeves the great is here for revenge again!"

Peeves was about to throw the dungbombs, but Karl Olonlin didn't react at all.

Since Easter, Peeves' pranks had never succeeded again, because "You can't bully young Wizards!"

The Nearly Headless Nick, identical to Peeves, appeared, spreading his arms to block between Karl Olonlin and Peeves.

When Dumbledore used the stone of destiny to repair the Ravenclaw diadem, he also awakened the Nearly Headless Nick.

Thus, Peeves' nightmare was born, because there was now an opponent in the Castle with skills comparable to his own.

"It's you again! Go away! Don't disturb Peeves the great!"

"I'm not leaving! I'm going to watch you! You're not allowed to play pranks or bully young Wizards!"

Peeves was so angry he was almost fuming. "Where did you come from, you annoying ghost!"

The Nearly Headless Nick pounced and snatched all the dungbombs, throwing them out the window. "Principal said I'm your brother."

"Ahhh! So annoying!"

The furious Peeves crashed into the wall and disappeared, his voice full of despair.

"Mr. Karl Olonlin, it was you. I hope you're not angry."

The Nearly Headless Nick bowed deeply to Karl Olonlin. Dumbledore had said that this young Wizardhad saved him.

"Thank you for your help; you've worked hard."

"You're welcome, it's what I should do. Goodbye, Mr. Orolin, I'm going to find Peeves."

"Okay, goodbye."

Watching the Nearly Headless Nick also disappear into the wall, Karl Olonlin's mood improved slightly. With this little guy's presence, the Castle was much more harmonious, and both the Professors and the young Wizards were very happy.

As for Filch, even more so.

Of course, except for Peeves.

Arriving at the Gryffindor Dean's office on the second floor of the Castle, Professor McGonagall was organizing documents.

Seeing Karl Olonlin, she raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Back so soon? But why do you look so listless? Don't you want to clean your room?"

"Of course not!" Karl Olonlin scratched his head. "Minerva, let's go now."

Professor McGonagall nodded gently, pulled an application form from her documents, folded it, and held it in her hand.

"Alright, we'll use Floo Powder directly. But do you really not have any troubles you want to confide in me about?"

"No!"

Karl Olonlin shook his head vigorously, then followed Professor McGonagall as she disappeared into the fireplace flames.

To be honest, the experience was not comfortable.

A huge whistling sound was deafening, and his vision was filled with swirling green flames.

His body felt like it had entered a washing machine, and it was on spin-dry mode.

In a daze, Karl Olonlin felt as if he had forgotten something.

At the main entrance of Hogwarts, seven unfortunate souls, stood up by Karl Olonlin, were still waiting.

Charlie was teaching Cedric, Summers, George, and Fred special Quidditch techniques, such as how to subtly elbow an opponent during a match.

Meanwhile, Judy and Tonks were chatting nearby, discussing everything from their dresses to their career choices after graduation.

Unbeknownst to them, time quietly slipped away, and the parched group suddenly fell silent.

That's not right!

Damn it!

Where's that dog Karl Olonlin?