Ron was very excited when the light red magic light hit the seemingly thin barrier that Carl had laid out, as if it could be shattered with one blow, and then...

The dimensional mirror magic directly returned his spell at a faster rate. Ron's eyes widened and he had no time to react. The spell hit him straight in the chest.

In an instant, his body began to twitch uncontrollably, his mouth and eyes were crooked and he was drooling, looking like he was having a stroke.

And Harry's few sharp blades grazed his cheeks, picked up a few hairs and suddenly cut several rotten chairs behind him in half, and a drop of cold sweat slowly ran down his forehead.

shed.

He knew that as long as those void blades were shifted a little further, at least a piece of flesh would be missing from his cheeks, and most likely... his entire head would be cut off.

Harry swallowed, and the swelling feeling caused by defeating Sirius disappeared in an instant. He slowly moved his steps and leaned next to Ron. He first fired "Curse Stop" to remove the curse on him, and then raised it again.

He tapped his wand three times in the air.

"Everything is petrified!"

"Collapse!"

"Expelliarmus!"

The Petrification Curse, the Stunning Curse, and the Disarming Curse formed a glyph-shaped structure and lit up dazzlingly in the dark screaming shack.

Sirius, who had been lying on the ground for a while, nodded happily when he saw Harry's pretty good dueling skills, and then looked at Carl with interest.

So, how will he respond?

"Dimension·Exile!"

Carl stretched out a finger and swiped lightly, and a dimensional crack exuding a mysterious aura immediately stood up in front of him. The three spells that Harry had placed high hopes on were completely swallowed up without even turning over.

"This level is not enough~..."

A very soft voice reached Harry's ears, and feeling the tone of three-quarter contempt and seven-quarter disdain, Harry was already a little desperate at the moment. He tried his best from the beginning, but it was of no use at all, even

You can't even touch the corners of Carl's clothes.

"Expelliarmus!"

Just as Harry was thinking about what to do next, a familiar voice sounded from outside the door, and then a dazzling red light gradually lit up in the crack of the door.

"F*ck!" Karl exclaimed. He heard the voice of the person coming clearly, so he became a little serious, "Shen Feng Wu Ying!"

The same kind of magic spell used by Karl was completely invisible. It was really invisible. The silent Void Blade instantly split the disarming spell that came towards him into two halves.

Then it tore the door panel from the middle with unabated force.

Large swaths of sawdust were floating in the air, and along with a slight cough, a thin figure gradually stepped out of the shadows.

Remus Lupin!

"Good evening, Professor Lupin!" Carl smiled shyly, showing his white teeth, "My wand is with Harry. Why do you want to disarm me since I have no weapons?"

"Good evening, Mr. Harris!" Lupine coughed again, looking very weak. "I think whether you have a wand or not does not affect your true strength. You should be the best wandless person I have ever seen since I was born.

The one with the most proficient and perfect spell-casting skills!”

After seeing his own spell being easily blocked by Carl and the three intact Harrys beside him, Lupine's eyes squinted and he soon noticed Sirius resting on the ground.

He just saw the scene of the fight between Harry and Carl through the crack in the door. He wanted to make them stop first in order to control the situation, but he didn't want to...

Lupine's pupils narrowed and he observed the positions between the people without leaving any trace. Harry and the three were close together, and behind Carl stood Sirius, with a devastated battlefield in between...

"Professor Lupine, come here and stay away from them! They want to kill us!"

A glimmer of hope suddenly rose in Harry's somewhat desperate eyes. He pointed his wand at Carl and said to Lupine extremely anxiously.

"Harry, I think you still need to know something in your mind!" Karl curled his lips and leaned against the wall with his arms folded, "If I really wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be too easy. Just that magical strike just now.

Can you feel the shadow? I'm afraid not..."

"That's enough, Harry! If Carl wanted to kill us, he would have done it a long time ago! The three of us together probably can't stop a single spell from him! And do you think you can really beat Sirius?"

And you, Ron! Have you forgotten that two years ago Carl took us all the way across the levels designed by the professors?!"

Hermione, who had been observing the battle from beginning to end, finally couldn't help pulling her hair and roaring, although she didn't understand why Carl brought them to Sirius.

But she knew one thing very well, that is, if she really faced Karl, no matter how big their three small universes exploded, they would never be able to escape from him - if he was serious.

Hermione had seen Carl really serious. He wore a gorgeous purple robe, the spirit of God floated behind him, and the ancient elf's peerless appearance reappeared.

Whether it was the boulder chessboard arranged by Professor McGonagall or the key level created by Professor Flitwick, they were all crushed by a huge range of magic.

And that was two years ago, and now Hermione can no longer imagine how strong Carl is.

And now, Hermione flipped up her hair, which was somewhat dry and damaged due to the battle just now, and glanced at Carl. He had his hands free at the moment, and was only wearing a Hogwarts uniform, and... he was also wearing a...

A pair of round glasses...

"Hermione still understands me! Originally, I thought I had to knock you down before you could listen to me properly...

Really, why don’t you want to listen to my excuses... Why don’t you explain it?”

Karl looked at Harry and the others helplessly and shrugged.

"Isn't it all your fault that you didn't mention it to Harry before?"

Sirius turned Carl's wand into a crutch and stood up with difficulty, gasping for air. Although Carl had made a timely move to prevent him from falling to pieces, his old waist could not withstand the "flip in the air" and twisted suddenly.

Had a great time.

"How can you blame me? It's obviously your problem! If you weren't stingy, I would have...(?`~′?)..." Seeing Sirius throw the blame on him all of a sudden, he couldn't bear the grievance.

Immediately shouted not to be outdone.

It’s hard for me to help you with your little money.jpg!

"You're just a vampire!"
Chapter completed!