The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

After hesitating a few times, Aini still decided to ask the question that he had thought about in his previous life at the risk of being recorded in Dumbledore's notebook.

"Albania before or after."

"Afterwards." Smart people are very comfortable talking, at least they can save a lot of saliva.

"After I found out that he wanted to find Tom, I kept trying to guide him to another path, but unfortunately I failed in the end."

"Ani, I can't manipulate people's hearts. As an elder, I can guide you, provide help, and answer your doubts. I can provide advice, but I cannot make decisions for you."

Some people in the previous life thought that Dumbledore was a great conspirator, and even Voldemort was counted to death by him.And Quirrell is an unlucky ghost who was deliberately sent to Albania, luring Voldemort to give up accumulating strength and come to Hogwarts to make a wave, and help him hone the tool man of the savior by the way.

What Aini wanted to ask was whether Quirrell was traveling for Voldemort, or whether he accidentally encountered his remnant soul during his travels.And judging from Dumbledore's answer, the bottom line of this bad old man is a little higher than Aini's estimate.

Of course, Aini will not naively think that Lao Deng is a purely good person. You must know that Grindelwald's slogan does not belong to him alone.

Through his answer, Aini also gained a deeper understanding of Old Deng, and some inferences drawn from it also made the position of Headmaster of Hogwarts completely unattractive to him.

Burying his face into Fox's feathers, the corner of Aini's mouth curled into an inexplicable arc.

Hehe, using Voldemort's host to consume the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class should really add an anti-Dark Lord creative award to Dumbledore.Looking forward to your performance...

"Professor Quirrell."

A girl with long curly hair and extremely bright eyes walked over quickly, and it seemed that the darkness in the corner had receded a little between Gu Pan.

"Criver, Miss Watt, yes, what's the matter?" Quirrell responded stammeringly, smelling the oncoming aroma, frowning slightly, and took a step back without a trace, surrounded by the stench for a long time, All good smells are so pungent.

"Before entering the auditorium, you'd better change into a robe." Penello gestured, and saw a large piece of semi-dried mucus stuck to the hem of Quirrell's robe.

This senior from the same school was known for being timid when he was teaching Muggle studies. After going out for training, he turned into a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Unfortunately, he still didn't make much progress. Not only did he stutter, but he also smelled like garlic. , not likable at all to be honest.

But the kind Miss Clearwater didn't want to watch him make a fool of himself and be ridiculed by everyone, so she endured the discomfort coming from her nose and sounded a reminder.

"Thanks, thank you, I'll go, change clothes, clothes." Quirrell pulled a far-fetched smile, watching Penello and the female companion who caught up with him, and there were words like "Then You're still in the past...", "Stop talking, he's already very pitiful..." and other words, with distorted hatred in his eyes.

Walking quickly towards the office, Quirrell felt his heart was on fire, and even his body, which had become cold after being possessed by the master, felt a little hot and dry.

Crying from the bottom of his heart, these filthy mudbloods dare to look down on him, and try to give him those mercies that are full of superiority.

Alienate me, laugh at me, despise me, hate me, this is your last joy, my master will give me strength.

When my great master returns, I will turn that alienation into begging, ridicule into flattery, contempt into fear, and disgust into hatred.

After closing the office door, the distorted hatred in Quirrell's eyes had turned into deformed piety, "Come back, great master, your humblest servant is willing to dedicate everything to help you live forever."

"Qiro, my loyal servant." A hoarse whisper sounded as if from hell, "Take that stone, and the omnipotent I will give you supreme power and endless glory."

"You fart!"

Harry dragged Ron back in a hurry. His new friend was as reckless as a North African bull, and the only thought in his head was to put all matadors to death.

And on this point, Mr. Draco Malfoy is undoubtedly amazingly talented. Just one sentence and one look can make the red hair in front of him go into a rage. Leave, or Snape wouldn't mind floating over to deduct 10 points from Gryffindor.

Aini watched the farce on the opposite side casually, but stared at Quirrell next to Snape from the corner of his eye.

Since the breakthrough of perception, he can switch to another perspective and be able to observe the flow of magic power. In this state, Quirrell & Mr. Voldemort are simply black and shiny.

Is this the magical version of "self-inflicted"?

It seems that although the share of magic power left by Slytherin cannot be changed, as the headmaster and legendary wizard, it is not a problem to channel the power of the curse.

Judging from the fact that Lockhart, Lupine, Umbridge and others did not lose their lives after the original book, the Quirrell Curse Extractor is still very useful.

but……

Always feel that something is wrong?

"Professor Scamander."

A soft and slightly deep call interrupted Aini's thoughts, and he also remembered that he still had an unfulfilled promise.

"Let's go, Miss Granger."

After cleaning her hands and mouth with magic power, Ernie got up and led Hermione to the office.

When going up the stairs, I happened to see that the stairs on the third floor were placed on the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor after a brief movement. Hermione paused slightly, and unconsciously glanced at the corridor.

"It seems that our little witch has already met Lu Wei. It's cute, isn't it?"

Although she didn't know who Lu Wei was that Aini was talking about, Hermione inexplicably remembered the three-headed dog in the room at the end of the corridor, which also made her reply stuttering.

"Professor, do you mean that, that three-headed dog?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the little witch was annoyed for a while. It was obvious that Principal Dumbledore had asked not to go to that room when school started, so she didn't ask herself.

But Professor Scamander can be trusted, should he?

"That's right. According to legend, the three-headed dog is the descendant of Kerpalos, the guardian of the underworld. It has become rare after the Dark Ages."

If there is a goddess of nature in this world, Aini must be her favorite. He seems to be born to gain the trust of other creatures, such as Zouwu, thunderbird, phoenix, unicorn, Bowtruckle, etc., of course, including humans.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Ernie didn't mean to blame herself.

Perhaps this matter has been in her heart for too long, and the little witch desperately needs a trustworthy listener.

On the way to the office, the little witch told Aini about the thrilling adventure.

By deliberate choice, Aini's office is not far from the entrance of the secret room.

At that time, he said that he chose this room to be closer to Professor McGonagall, and he also got a big smile from Minerva, which was very rare for the always serious Professor McGonagall.

Pushing the door open, Aini waved his hand. First, a large silver plate flew out of a portrait on the wall, and then more than ten kinds of fruits, such as apples, cherries, and apricots, bounced and piled up by themselves.

"Hermione, feel free. I think these suit you better than a sweet treat."

"Thanks, Scamander..."

"Huh?" Aini interrupted Hermione's thanks with a high voice. This is his high-quality lamb, so it's not good for such a good grade.

"As I said last time, Hermione, just call me Ernie in private."

"Okay, Annie. I'm very distressed now."

After receiving a small bowl containing chopped pineapples from Aini, he thanked him and continued.

"Perhaps I should have gone to Ravenclaw for sorting, when the Sorting Hat asked my opinion."

Handing Hermione a box of toothpicks casually, Aini decided to play the role of spiritual mentor well.

"Yes, there are always more options for good students."

Receiving Aini's disguised compliment, the face of the little witch, who has been upset recently, brightened a little.

"Enny, I always feel like a Gryffindor freak, I..."

The little witch tells about her life after entering school, her yearning for magic, and the novelty after getting in touch with the magic world

Obviously, he always wants to help others with kindness, but he is always out of tune with his surroundings.

Obviously I worked very hard, and I was always able to add points to my school in class, but there were always a few appreciative eyes.

Obviously I want to protect the honor of the collective, but the object of the persuasion does not know how to reflect, and instead speaks ill of her.

With Aini's occasional responses, the little witch let go of the burden in her heart little by little.

I just feel that there is nothing better than having an excellent listener when you are full of worries.

Gradually, the topic of the two turned to magic again, although Aini only started to study magic spells again after he got an improvement in his talent for magic spells.

But with the previous accumulation, it is more than enough to guide the first-year students.

After changing the subject, the conversation between the two became more enjoyable, especially for Hermione.

Ah, this question is so simple, why didn't I think of it before?

It turns out that the principle of [clearing and renewing] is this, that is, the core magic pattern looks strange, so let's write it down first.

Uh, use magic to communicate medicinal materials?It seems that Professor Snape didn't talk about it.

Oh, is it the advanced knowledge of potion science, try it tomorrow.

After unraveling her knot, the little witch who swims in the ocean of knowledge can't perceive the passage of time at all.

Aini, who was immersed in the feedback, also forgot these.

After a long period of excitement, the little witch was also a little tired and wanted to check the time, but Aini's room, like the casino, had no watch.

"Ani, why don't you have a watch in your room, don't you tell the time?"

"No, I can sense the time. It's 11:[-]. It's been a pleasure talking to you. It's hard to imagine that four hours have passed."

"Me too, Aini, I didn't expect it to be already 11 o'clock..."

Hermione's small mouth suddenly opened wide, allowing two big dies to be exposed in front of Aini.

"Oh no, it's past curfew time."

At least for now, the school rules are still an inviolable iron law for Miss Know-it-all.

"It's okay, I'll take you back." As she spoke, Ernie blinked, remembering the cute appearance of the little witch in her mind instantly, hehe, after Hermione became the Minister of Magic, it would be a good idea to post a photo of Hermione as a gift. (Improper) choice?

"You're not allowed to go out at night without permission, but you're discussing a problem with the professor, aren't you?"

Hearing this, the little witch smiled sweetly, holding a stack of Aini's manuscripts when she first started learning runes, and left the room with Aini.

With the scrutinizing expression on the face of the fat lady, after watching Hermione enter the Gryffindor lounge, Aini entered the Forbidden Forest with ease.

Tomorrow is the Halloween banquet, maybe I can make it more interesting than the original.