I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

Carl untied his clothes and checked them a little bit, and then found the back of his clothes that he had overlooked when he was casting magic. There was a very obvious red blood stain there, and because it was washed by clean water, it was faintly spreading.

Oh, help, Carl wanted to hit his head on the ground, he was too careless, it shouldn't be like this, he should have been more careful.

How can he fool him now? Carl was thinking about this piece of clothing...

For now, he can only wash the clothes well, and then take it one step at a time. Carl cleaned his clothes and sniffed his clothes repeatedly to make sure there was no odor before leaving the bathroom.

After returning to the dormitory, Carl changed all his equipment and put on his usual clothes. But after all, he was stained with a little blood from the bugs. Even if Regulus really stained it when he grabbed his back, it would dry up in about a minute, and the dried blood would not be visible even if he looked at it again...

As long as he refused to admit it, nothing would go wrong.

But Regulus was too smart. Even if he didn't care about the clues he left for him this time, he would at least be alert when he tried to make trouble again in the future.

Maybe he would be caught on the spot... It was really going to die, Carl held his chin with his hand, thinking anxiously.

But Carl was not too worried that Regulus would run away to find the professor to tell him about his suspicious behavior, because the kid should still like him very much.

Even if you don't look at the favorability list, you know that after all, he is the only Muggle wizard who can talk to Regulus for a few words and communicate. Carl thinks that he is at least in the category of Regulus's friends.

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Although Regulus didn't say anything as expected, but just kept it to himself, some small troubles were still inevitable.

From that day on, whether Carl was in the cafeteria, in the corridor, or on the court, as long as Regulus was there, Carl could always detect intentional or unintentional sight.

Help, who will save me...

"Carl, do you feel someone is looking at you?" Alice looked at Regulus at the Slytherin table uncertainly, and then looked at Carl.

Regulus's eyes were a little strange, how to say... It's really hard to describe it in detail, a little confused and curious, as if he was studying something.

"Illusion, right next to the Gryffindor table, don't you think Regulus is more likely to look at him as a rebellious brother?" Carl took a sip of pumpkin juice, deliberately ignored the eyes of Regulus next to him, and then used beef cutting to relieve his nervousness.

"I'm not as good-looking as his brothers, why are you looking at me for no reason? It won't add any points." This is a lie. Carl knew that Regulus was probably observing him, but he didn't want to admit it.

What a sin...

Forget it, Regulus has no evidence anyway. After so long, there has been no movement, so there must be no problem.

I just don't know what happened to the basilisk and dragon eggs in the Chamber of Secrets. Should I sneak out and take a look later? Anyway, I can skip the History of Magic. The ghost professor's class is completely meaningless. It's better to sleep... Carl forced his attention to other places.

Carl thought so and slowly finished eating the beef. However, it was indeed a problem to be in a stalemate like this. He actually had some ideas, such as mixing some fish blood and then making a big one as a Cosplay prop, turning into a female ghost to scare James, so that the problem of high heels and blood could be solved at once.

However, Halloween has been a long time since it passed, and April Fool's Day has just passed. There is really no chance to dress up like this. Forcing a wave is a bit deliberate.

How to solve it...

But Carl didn't expect that the problem that had troubled him for several days was not a big problem in the first place.

After eating a few bites, Carl picked up the book and went to the History of Magic class.

That's right, although his brain was thinking about skipping class, Carl did not make any move to skip class. He still ran to the History of Magic class obediently, but the professor couldn't control what he did in class...

After finishing the History of Magic class, Carl left the classroom obediently and walked down the stairs to eat something else. After all, Regulus had been staring at him silently in the morning, and he hadn't eaten anything else except those few bites of steak.

Go see if there will be some bread left for me in the cafeteria...

Carl walked into the cafeteria step by step. When he walked in, the cafeteria was already cleaning and serving the next step. It would be noon soon. The meals in the cafeteria have always been supplied uninterruptedly. Except for too late or too early, Carl has never seen a situation where there is no food.

After looking around, Carl didn't find the place he usually liked very much.He scratched his head and tried to find the bread he wanted to find, but he still couldn't find it after searching for a while.

"Strange... There's nothing anywhere..." Carl subconsciously wanted to ask someone, "Um, please tell me the square one with caramel on it..." Carl subconsciously used honorifics, but before he finished speaking, he saw the house elf looking at him with tears in his eyes, and was about to hit the ground with his head in fear.

"No! Wait! You don't need..." Carl was stuck in his mouth, and then he changed the subject and sighed helplessly, "This is very troublesome, I order you not to smash the wall, where is the caramel-flavored square bread?"

The house elf really got better, as if it was natural, he finally stopped being afraid, and answered him respectfully.

"Oh, Mr. Coster, in the corner over there, we changed the placement." Carl didn't know this house elf, but this guy knew him.

"Well... I know." Carl nodded and didn't continue talking. It was much better for Carl to just walk away than to stay and say a few words to continue to provoke them.

He still didn't like to communicate with the house elves, because they always liked to hit the wall, and then spoke in a fearful or fearful tone. Carl subconsciously felt that this was wrong, but there was no way to change them.

Because they would be more terrified after saying a few words, which was also pathological. Normal people would never accept all this. Their thoughts were deeply rooted. Carl couldn't perform surgery to change their brains.

Carl took a few slices of bread with caramel cheese in a paper bag. He decided to go out to eat. The cafeteria was still being decorated. Carl was afraid that if he stayed in here for a while, his ears and heart would be punished unprecedentedly...

Holding a piece of bread and humming a little song, Carl left the cafeteria. As soon as he stepped out of the door, the expression on his face couldn't hold it for a moment.

The reason was simple.

The great gate king, Regulus Black.

Although he didn't keep his promise, he came...

It's you again, kid!

Are you really a natural born champion?