Chapter 121: Speech on Sin

"There's no point in worrying about it now. I just want to hear what you want to do."

Looking at the silent Carl, Professor Snape spoke calmly.

Carl was completely speechless. After taking a few deep breaths, he habitually took out a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes from his ring.

But when he was about to open the bottle, Professor Snape grabbed his hand and said seriously.

"I won't stop you if you want to commit suicide, but such depraved behavior of yours will not be allowed in my office."

"I'm not interested in seeing you being sad here. I just want to hear your solution."

Karl couldn't help but pout and sulk, he had no sympathy at all, couldn't he see that he was very distressed now?

But after all, it was someone else's territory, so he could only put the things away reluctantly, tapping the table with his hand while thinking and talking.

"Since your previous partner was so low-end and hilarious, there is nothing we can do."

"It's obviously impossible to persuade that psychopath to change his plan. The only thing we can do is to try to make his plan full of loopholes."

"It will be easier to execute. Let's start with those dark wizards first."

"What do you want to do?" Professor Snape's words were still cold.

Carl said it very simply.

"Kill them."

"what?"

"I said kill them." Carl looked at the puzzled Professor Snape and said word by word deliberately.

"Don't doubt your ears. Those rubbish are totally unqualified. If you want to attack Hogwarts, you must have more powerful helpers."

"It would be very troublesome to look for other people in such a short time, and it would also arouse Voldemort's suspicion. So we can only borrow their bodies."

"As for their lives and their souls, they are no longer needed."

He said this so easily that Professor Snape's eyes twitched wildly.

He took a deep breath, looked dimly at the calm boy in front of him, and said with some self-mockery.

"Are you clear about what you said? You are now a student of Hogwarts. You acknowledged this to your professor in person."

"You want to kill someone. Just based on this sentence, with your current status, you will be immediately imprisoned in Azkaban, and there will never be a chance for you to be released."

Carl didn't care at all. He looked at Professor Snape dimly and spoke calmly.

"Who said I was going to kill someone? I never expressed such an intention, don't you think so, professor?"

Hearing this, Professor Snape immediately stood up, pushed open the door of his office, pointed outside the door and said without question.

"Get out of my office. I can pretend I didn't hear anything, but if you ask me to kill someone, I don't want to and I can't do it."

Karl waved his hands quickly and said innocently.

"Don't be so excited, dear professor. How could I ask you to do it yourself? I never said that."

"Am I, in your heart, an unscrupulous boss who leaves all the dirty work and all the shady things to you?"

"I am different from that shameless bee. I have dignity. What I just said was just based on an inference."

"After all, those five dark wizards usually commit many evil deeds and their crimes are too numerous to list. It is normal for them to have a few enemies."

“It’s normal to die on the streets.”

"What on earth do you want to do?" Professor Snape's tone became much colder, and he stared at Carl.

The other party seemed to be very confident and was unspeakably calm. He took out a piece of parchment from his arms and placed it on the table.

He made a 'please look' gesture, then sat aside and waited quietly.

The stalemate lasted for about five minutes. Professor Snape had no choice but to sit back in his seat, picked up the parchment and took a look at it.

His eyes widened instantly, and his hands holding the parchment trembled a little. He examined it carefully several times.

Then he slowly looked up at Karl.

"Just this piece of paper is enough to keep you in Azkaban forever. This level of dark magic potion."

"It is comparable to the three unforgivable curses, and even more vicious."

"Thank you for the compliment." Carl responded calmly with a smile on his face. He looked at Professor Snape again with a smile on his face.

But his tone was unusually cold.

"Dear professor, please stop using those unfounded fantasies. At Hogwarts, I can keep my dear classmates company."

"You can play this game of house, but you must not forget what kind of deal we are making."

"That is also completely illegal and even unethical. We can play a role, but we can't let the mask of performance stay on our face for too long."

"Otherwise you won't be able to tell which face is the real you."

"What is your ultimate goal?" Professor Snape asked calmly.

Karl couldn't help but sigh and shake his head, saying helplessly.

"You are the third Auror who has asked me this question since I entered the British wizarding world."

"Principal Dumbledore and you both asked this question, and I gave the same answer."

"I want to be a skilled villain, or rather a boring magical world, and contribute some high-level crimes."

As he spoke, Karl slowly stood up and began his speech under the dim light.

He opened his arms, as if this darker little room was the stage, and all the strange objects in the glass bottles,

It was his audience that he spoke calmly, his voice powerful.

"Whether it's Grindelwald or Voldemort, who calls himself the Dark Lord, the entire wizarding world is simply boring to the point of being boring in my opinion."

"You seem to be still in the Middle Ages. Everyone has a utopian fantasy that the world is just like this."

"But I'm different. I was born in New York, that shining city, known as the crossroads of the world, but it has another name, do you know?"

"City of Sin!" Professor Snape said lightly.

"Yes, Sin City." Carl began to smile, like all the famous speakers in history.

He began to use his facial expressions and body language to infect his audience, even if there was no one in front of him.

But he still worked very hard, and his words became increasingly intense.

"Many people come here because of New York's specialties, the fashionable financial elites, the carnival that never stops, and the endless stream of pilgrims from all over the world."

"But that's just the colorful reflection on the water under the neon lights. The real face of this city is hidden in the sewers."

"There is endless crime. The most numerous gang members in New York City are always gang members. They are everywhere in every civilian neighborhood."

"Every day they are caught up in endless gang feuds and turf wars. Their daily attire is extremely extravagant and disgusting."

"But if you think this is my ultimate sin and villainy, then you are completely mistaken."

"True evil can never reveal itself."