Seeing him about to start conducting, Karl immediately drew his wand and cast a Muffliato-counter-curse on himself.
Hah! Don't even think about torturing me again!
In the dead of night, the Cougar Karl climbed into the Headmasters Office.
Well, he climbed up from the Castle's outer wall.
At this moment, the office was silent; Dumbledore was likely sleeping in the lounge behind it.
Karl cast a spell he had taught himself, summoning a curtain to cover the wall filled with portraits of past headmasters.
Then he sat down at the desk, took out paper and pen, and began to write an essay: "Notes on a Night Tour of Hogwarts."
In the year 1991, on the night of September 1st, I was about to undress and sleep when the moonlight entered the room, so I happily set out.
Thinking there was no one to share the joy with, I went to the Headmasters Office to find Dumbledore.
Albus was also awake, holding his wand and chasing me (crossed out), so we walked through the Castle together.
The Castle was gloomy and terrifying, with ghostly shadows crossing in the dark—they were just statues and armor. Where is there no moonlight? Where are there no statues and armor? It is just that there are few idle people like the two of us.
Karl put down the pen and admired it, feeling very satisfied, unable to help but praise his own literary talent.
"What excellent prose! Comparable to the chef Su Dongpo! It will definitely be passed down through the ages!"
After shamelessly boasting about himself, Karl came to the door of the lounge and knocked hard.
"Albus? Albus!"
Soon, Dumbledore, who had been forced to wake up, opened the door. He was wearing a light-colored robe and nightgown, with a pom-pom triangular nightcap on his head, looking with sleepy eyes at the person who had disturbed his good dream.
Karl gave him a bright smile. "You aren't asleep either, Albus! How about we go for a walk together?"
Dumbledore: "Huh?"
A few minutes later, Dumbledore, having finally woken up and figured out the situation, was speechless to the extreme.
"Karl, if we must go for a walk, why couldn't you choose the daytime?"
"The daytime doesn't have the same feeling. An Eastern poet once wrote: 'The moon sets over the willow branches, people meet after dusk.' This is an incredibly beautiful artistic mood."
Dumbledore covered his forehead. "Then have you considered inviting Grindelwald?"
"I did think about it, but I gave up on it."
"Why?"
"Because your temper is good. If it were that old man Grindelwald, he would definitely chase me and try to kill me all night. It's too easy to get beaten up."
Karl's honest statement made Dumbledore lose his composure. So, good people are meant to be bullied, is that it?
This brat!
"Alright, actually there is serious business," Karl became serious. "The fish has taken the bait; when do we make our move?"
Dumbledore's expression shifted. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, Fire Treasure sensed it. Senior Tom's soul is on Professor Quirrell."
After Karl finished speaking, Dumbledore tapped his fingers lightly on the table, lost in thought.
"Perhaps we shouldn't rush. At the very least, we must let Severus and Harry find Salvation through this... anyway, he cannot escape."
Karl was noncommittal. The twisted fate between Lord Voldemort, Snape, and Harry could be called an insurmountable hurdle or an inescapable tribulation; it truly needed to be severed and redeemed.
"I've been studying fishing lately. After a fish takes the bait, especially a big one, you can't just pull it in hard, or you might let the fish escape. The correct way is to play the fish for a while first."
Karl: (2, 1)
Facing the eloquent Dumbledore, he felt as if he saw a generation of air force guys rising again and again.
"By the way, Karl, Minerva, Severus, Filius, Pomona, Hagrid, and Quirrell have already set up their respective protective measures and obstacles. What about you? Have you decided?"
Hearing this, Karl immediately gave a crooked smile. "Of course, I've prepared a few simple math problems to test intelligence."
"Oh? It seems you have the same idea as Severus; he also prepared a logic puzzle."
Dumbledore had just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but Karl's perverted smile from back then surfaced in his mind, so he asked again, feeling uneasy, "Can you tell me what math problems they are?"
"Of course, just the Riemann Hypothesis, the Hodge Conjecture, and the existence and smoothness of the Navier-Stokes equation—"
Dumbledore: ( )
"What's wrong, Albus? Why do you have that expression? Is there something improper?"
Looking at Karl's honest and simple appearance, Dumbledore felt that Grindelwald was right—he was absolutely a Little Bastard.
"Karl, although I am a Wizard, I do have some understanding of the Muggle world."
The disappointed person shrugged. "Fine, it seems the fun is gone, I'll have to use the backup plan."
After a serious discussion with Dumbledore, the matter was finally settled.
Karl suddenly remembered something. "Albus, what did you mean by 'Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak'?"
"What do you think?"
"Each house's view of others? Or perhaps the negative labels for each house?"
Dumbledore laughed happily. "Neither. I just forgot my words at the time, so I made up a joke on the spot."
"But now I've discovered an interesting thing: your interpretation of that sentence actually makes some sense."
"I think others might have other views as well. Perhaps saying more things like this in the future could inspire everyone to think."
Karl: —
Your jokes are always a mystery!
And the fact that Dumbledore tells jokes is far funnier than the jokes themselves.
Karl leaped onto the windowsill and looked at Dumbledore with concern.
"Albus, don't stay up late when you're old; you should get some rest early in the future."
Dumbledore: — ·
Fine, fine, fine! You brat, you just wait!
Tomorrow I'm going to complain to Minerva!
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