"It was because—" A shadow of someone flashed through Karl's mind, "Professor McGonagall had something to talk to me about!"
Cat Mom! Please take the blame!
Tonks didn't believe it at all. "Cut it out! Why don't you say Headmaster Dumbledore invited you for tea?"
Judy snorted. "If that's really the case, then I won't pester you for your manuscript anymore."
A few minutes later, she regretted it.
Because Karl brought them to Hogsmeade Village and they met Professor McGonagall,
"You must all be hungry? Go wash your hands and come eat. It's fine that you missed the Hogwarts Express; you can wander around the village this afternoon and just go back via the Floo Network later."
Professor McGonagall looked at the seven people who had been tricked by her own Kitten, and their profiles quickly flashed through her mind.
Fortunately, they were all Little wizards from wizarding families, so she didn't have to send them back one by one.
Charlie, Tonks, and the others looked at each other; although they wanted to be polite, their grumbling stomachs wouldn't allow it.
"Thank you, Professor!" × 7
After a meal that felt like revenge-eating, Karl accompanied his friends into the village.
He bled heavily, buying plenty of apology gifts, before they let him off the hook, avoiding the risk of getting beaten up.
Although they said they were wandering around, most of the time was spent in the Three Broomsticks pub drinking Butterbeer.
There was no help for it; Madam Rosmerta's charm was too lethal. Charlie, George, Fred, Cedric, and Summers—these five pure-hearted Little wizards couldn't handle it at all and kept sneaking glances at her.
While despising them, Judy and Tonks curiously asked Karl, "Why don't you sneak a peek?"
"Because I'm face-blind."
"Ha! Stop lying! If you were really face-blind, how come you're with the prettiest girl in school every day?"
Karl didn't speak; he just raised his Butterbeer and gulped it down, "glug glug glug."
"Another one! No! Ten more!"
"Goodbye, Karl!" In the evening, Charlie, Tonks, and the others left via the Floo Network. "Goodbye!"
After seeing his friends off, the smile faded from Karl's face; the desolation after the lively gathering dispersed easily made one feel lost.
This listless state continued until bedtime, when Professor McGonagall handed Karl an application form.
"Goodnight, child. I hope you have sweet dreams."
Karl watched the cheerful Professor McGonagall walk into her bedroom, feeling somewhat confused and scratching his head.
Why did it feel like Minerva's expression had a hint of smugness, like after a successful prank?
"Application to continue studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry—Applicant: Nina Goldstein?"
(O.O) Karl was so angry he laughed. Fine, fine, fine! So that's how you want to play, huh?
"You little brat! You just wait!"
Late at night, Karl sat cross-legged on his bed, his soul appearing deep within his consciousness.
This was an endless, chaotic space, with a single heart-flame illuminating all directions.
"Chi~" Fire Treasure affectionately nuzzled Karl, flying around him constantly.
"Good boy~" Karl rubbed Fire Treasure's head, placed it on top of his head, and then looked at the black mist floating above the heart-flame.
Back when he matched with Foliegate and obtained the Ruined King's Curse and the silent Soul-Devouring Night Black Mist, he had been thinking about setting up a seal to add a layer of insurance.
Although the Soul-Devouring Night Black Mist theoretically wouldn't erupt as long as Karl didn't activate the Ruined King's Curse, it was, after all, a dangerous curse capable of destroying the world, so it was best to show some respect.
With the mindset of "beating kids on a rainy day" to kill time, Karl started looking for sealing spells, but didn't expect to run into Elvis Heller and create such a huge mess.
However, the result was still good; at the very least, he had obtained a sealing spell that had been lost to the wizarding world for a thousand years.
Although Karl, now possessing the demigod power of Anivia, didn't really need this thing anymore, he couldn't have spent all that effort for nothing, right?
Moreover, he was a bit curious: could this spell, which could extract the power of the stone of destiny, allow him to use the Soul-Devouring Night Black Mist without activating the Ruined King's Curse?
Anyway, with his demigod power, it was worth a try. Karl's soul instantly transformed into the Ice Crystal Phoenix, and brilliant light shone from its eyes.
"Freeze!" An ice altar appeared in an instant, and ice pillars rose from the ground all around, forming a Stonehenge around the altar.
Ice chains stretched from the ice pillars toward the altar, quickly locking the Soul-Devouring Night Black Mist in the center.
"Eeya!" Fire Treasure looked at the Stonehenge, then at the heart-flame on the altar, and angrily patted Karl's bird head—pfft! Phoenix head.
"It's okay, it won't affect you." "Chi?" Fire Treasure tried going in and out of the Stonehenge a few times, and after confirming it was fine, it became happy again.
"Hmm... everything is going smoothly! Now is the moment to witness a miracle!"
In the real world, Karl opened his eyes and stared at his hands.
With a thought, wisps of the Soul-Devouring Night Black Mist appeared.
Aha! Another trump card!
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