The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

After breaking through the second-order magic power perception, Aini's feedback from others became clearer.

The talent for black magic has been improved, the talent for ancient curses has been improved, the talent for soul spells has been improved...

After gaining the hatred of the Dark Lord, the talents of common spells except divination have been slightly improved, and many unpopular talents have been gained.

It turns out that not only kind thanks, but also malicious hatred can be rewarded.

However, I have also pissed off some people before, and it seems that there is no gain. Does it have to be a player with arrears of character like Lao Fu in order to be able to achieve positive results?

Quirrell, who made a wave of dolphin sounds, naturally couldn't continue to pretend to be unconscious.

Aini would like to see Quirrell's next performance, but if the troll runs to the first floor, the banquet will be over.

That stuff is so smelly, after the smell wafts over, no one can eat it.

Fortunately, it is not difficult to deal with this big guy. After being knocked out, it is enough to attract a few house elves and throw them into the Forbidden Forest. They have a habitat in the deep part.

When Eini returned, Professor McGonagall was still persuading Dumbledore to stop the banquet and find out how the troll entered Hogwarts.

"Relax, Minerva." For the time being, Dumbledore didn't want to tell Minerva the truth. It wasn't that he didn't believe her. She was really an upright and serious witch, and she really didn't know how to act.

It wouldn't be fun to break the bond between him and Voldemort.

For the sake of the safety of several Defense Against the Dark Arts professors in the future, please ask Mr. Riddle to stay in Hogwarts for a while longer.

"Trust Ernie will handle it. Oh, he's back."

"Solved, now the troll should have returned to its den. It seems to be Professor Quirrell's Halloween joke."

Aini scanned the scene while talking.

Well, Madam Pomfrey is still there, even though Quirrell would not dare to let her treat him.

If Madam Pomfrey saw the sting needle that almost penetrated the brain, she would definitely use the Healing Charm, and the secret of Quirrell and Voldemort's double-faced man would not be kept.

Although this injury is fatal to ordinary people, in the magic world, except for the special damage caused by black magic, conventional damage can hardly kill a wizard.

Even after Voldemort helped suppress the damage, Quirrell walked out of the auditorium rubbing his eyes like an innocent who hadn't succeeded in a prank.

As expected, Professor Snape's seat was empty.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?"

Lowering his head, Harry held the scar on his head, and felt a strong burning sensation at the scar just now.

"It's okay, I just had a headache."

Rubbing again, Harry raised his head, and suddenly found that Ernie was staring at him, and when he saw him raised his head, he raised his glass and gestured to him.

Receiving the professor's concern, Harry quickly returned the pumpkin juice with a grateful smile.

Sipping the cider, Aini couldn't help being fascinated as he watched the wool drifting over.

Speaking of which, I thought just now that the hp world obviously has places like the underworld and the pure land, so I don't know what happened after Snape met the Potters.

Then subconsciously glanced at Harry.

Why did this kid give back a piece of white wool to himself?

Annie couldn't figure it out.

Quirrell couldn't figure it out either.

Can't figure out which bastard, &￥%#&￥*&##￥*￥#&&......￥*** dropped a billywig sting needle in the auditorium.

If it wasn't for the master's action, he would be exposed.

Moreover, the pain that goes deep into the brain...

Quirrell shuddered suddenly, just thinking about it made his hair explode.

He conjured up an eye patch for himself and put it on his right eye. The toxin of the Billywig worm is not strong, but it contains magic power after all. It takes a certain amount of time to heal such an injury, and it is considered blind for the time being.

Looking at the increasingly pale face in the mirror, Quirrell now only wishes he had never been to Albania.

Although my former self was often ridiculed for being timid, but...

"Ah~~ I was wrong, master, please forgive me."

Quirrell twisted and fell to the ground, looking like a wretch with half his body crushed.

"Fool! I could have gotten that stone today and drank the wine of life."

The strange hoarse voice revealed boundless fury. Not only did this useless thing fail to achieve its plan, but it required the great Dark Lord to expend all his hard-earned strength to treat his ridiculous injury.

"Master, your servant will definitely help you come back to life, please let me go, I won't fail again."

Quirrell was struggling in pain, and the pain was unbearable, not just because of Voldemort's punishment.

More because of the loss of life.

Every time Voldemort makes a move, whether it's attacking, healing an injury, or even torturing himself, it will consume Quirrell's vitality.

Every action of Voldemort after possessing is in exchange for his lifespan.

No one knew what Quirrell was going through in the office.

But Aini expected that it would not be too easy. Voldemort is not a good boss who cares about his subordinates.

Returning to his seat, Aini reached out and twirled the corner of Hagrid's clothes, a piece of white fluff stuck to it.

"Is Shay okay?"

"Of course, you know, unicorns are always in packs," Hagrid laughed.

In the past two months, Hagrid has been amazed by Ernie's accomplishments in magical beasts. Coupled with their common love for magical creatures, Hagrid has long regarded him as his best friend.

"It's a good thing you're not a unicorn, otherwise Fili would have suspected that Shay's stomach was your seed." Hagrid laughed and teased Aini. Fili is the leader of the unicorn herd in the Forbidden Forest and Shay companion.

Ernie glanced at Hagrid sullenly.

After this big man gets used to it, he can talk freely, so he won't get intruded by a third party...

Ugh, you just had a baby with a unicorn.

"Pfft~"

"Laugh, laugh, don't hold back." Looking at another redhead next to him, Aini said angrily.

"Hahahaha, sorry, Annie."

Just looking at his appearance, it's hard to connect the handsome guy in front of him with greasy uncle Arthur.

In other words, if the book is not called "Harry Potter", Bill should be the protagonist of the story.

Not much to say about his appearance, he is a veritable cool guy, and when he shows a naughty smile, his lethality to the little witch is MAX.

Aini suspects that if his bottom line is a little lower, he may have more lovers than younger brothers now.

Not to mention the ability, 12 OWL certificates, even the new generation of top students, Hermione, who has the best grades in the same class, can't do it.

After graduation, he became a Gringotts Cursebreaker. Before coming to Hogwarts, he was leading the cracking of the ancient curse of the pyramid, and he was also the youngest Gringotts Cursebreaker.

The current attainment in spells is about to throw out Aini by a whole street.

What's even more rare is that Bill, who can be called the proud son of heaven, is upright, fair, and very easy-going. It's hard for you to hate such a person.

And Aini himself is not arrogant and domineering, and the relationship between the two is more than friendly, but they don't have a deep friendship.

"Ani, are you free for Christmas? My mother would like to invite you to my house."

"Of course, but I'm coming back tonight, two unicorns are pregnant, and I may be living in the Forbidden Forest from now until next spring."

Aini found that he seemed to have shot himself in the foot with a stone. Although he was very happy to trick Voldemort, it increased the consumption of Lao Voldemort.

He will definitely attack the unicorn in advance, and of course Aini can't just sit idly by.

I had to sleep in the Forbidden Forest every night, so I could avoid Hogwarts' apparition ban.

If someone touches the induction spell he left on the unicorn, he will return a big surprise to the other party.

"I think they must like you very much, Ani, you are the kindest wizard I have ever seen."

Ernie shrugged and did not accept Bill's good card.

"It's not kind. I just like them very much. If I find someone hurting them, I will make them kind."

That's right, let them know that it will be very cold down there after being gelded.

Thinking of this, Aini looked at Snape's empty chair again, one day he was going to learn [Shenfeng Wuying], it was definitely the first sharp knife that he couldn't pick up after he was finished.

"To be honest, I thought you would succeed Professor Kettleburn. I heard he was going to retire soon. After all, except for Mr. Scamander, I don't think anyone can surpass you in this regard."

"Hagrid." Aini said affirmatively, "I believe Hagrid is also qualified for this position."

"Me? No, no. I don't think I can do better than you. Besides, I'm just not allowed to..." Hagrid's voice trailed off, until at last only mumbling.

Of course Aini knew what Hagrid was afraid to express, but he couldn't comfort him. He didn't have a reasonable channel to understand the last chamber incident.

Hagrid was a little depressed, but soon looked at Aini with hope, and asked cautiously.

"Really, Ernie?"

"I mean, do you really think I'm qualified for the position of Professor Keltburn?"

The original casual expression became serious, and Aini raised his neck vigorously so that he could look directly into Hagrid's eyes.

"Of course. I don't think Headmaster Dumbledore could find anyone who knows and loves these charming little creatures better than you. You are certainly qualified for the position of Professor of Care of Magical Creatures."

Hagrid stopped talking, and took out his handkerchief to cover his face, his shoulders twitched, and he started to sob.

"Well, Hagrid, isn't this a happy thing?"

In the past two months, Aini has accumulated a wealth of experience on how to transfer this particularly emotional older child.

"We'll go to the kitchen to get some food in a while. Lu Wei must miss you. Poor little guy, staying in the room alone every day must be very boring."

Sure enough, Hagrid's mind was immediately drawn to Lu Wei, and he began to tell how he raised this three-headed child, his tone full of pride.

After Quirrell left, the whole banquet was filled with a cheerful atmosphere until the end of the banquet.

Just when he thought today was going to pass like this, Dumbledore stopped him.

"Aini, I'm sorry to take up a little of your time, please follow me to the principal's office."