The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

"Even though I haven't done anything." Harry stroked the little lightning bolt on his forehead, and the reflection of the green light flashed in his mind, the figure who would risk his life to stand in front of him.

"If Voldemort died in Godric's Hollow, I couldn't be the hero. Even if someone did something, it should be my father and mother. They are the real heroes."

Tears rolled and rolled in the eyes, but they didn't fall down after all.Unknowingly, the two walked to the lake and sat on the stone beside them.

"But they're all gone, leaving their reputation and life to me. Sneering, ridiculing, what's the worst?" Harry looked at Pinghu in front of him, and his trembling voice calmed down again when he mentioned his parents.

"When I got up, the scene I encountered was far from the worst outcome I could have imagined. Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, I didn't see any taunting, everyone was concerned about me and comforted me. "

"George and Fred made a farce in the lounge. George scolded Fred, who played me, and hit a pillar when he turned to leave. Then Fred grabbed his neck and shouted for help."

"Haha, obviously things are not as bad as I imagined. Even when they came to the auditorium, except for the Slytherin students, everyone else was very friendly. In fact, even most of the old Slytherin students didn't care about this matter."

There was a slight smile on Harry's face. He didn't regret his actions yesterday so much now. Although it was indeed embarrassing, it also allowed him to see a lot, especially to himself.

"Those involved tend to aggravate the problem. In fact, after many things have passed, the weight of the suffering is no more than our gain." Aini patted Harry on the shoulder. He was better than he thought.

Since Malfoy no longer took pleasure in humiliating Harry as in the original book, and without anyone helping the flames, the episode between Harry and Professor Snape quickly fell into the headlines of gossip news and was topped by endless campus anecdotes. I don't know where to go.

After the limelight passed, the two had no private communication.Even in class, Snape hadn't spoken a single word to Harry alone.

Even the occasional venomous tongue has diverted the target, I don't know if it is a kind of blessing in disguise.

Even Ron, who teamed up with Harry again, didn't get slammed anymore—

Even during his rounds, Snape avoided their table.

In this way, Harry's goal of getting close to Snape that day was achieved, although the process was not very good.

Aini's teaching life is also quite effective, especially the first-year freshmen who use the new textbooks, who are almost finished with the courses of this grade, so he spends more class time to teach some expanded knowledge.

Everything seems to be going smoothly at Hogwarts.

Except Quirrell.

The two-in-one people smuggled to Egypt during the Christmas holiday. Originally, Ani and Dumbledore speculated that they entered the crypt to transform the life form, so that the combination could last longer.

But both of them underestimated Voldemort's means. Even if he failed once, he was still the leading black magic master in England.

"It never occurred to me that they went to Egypt to accept the curse." Voldemort's application of the curse amazed Aini. Is this how master players play?

"Using a curse to extend life, I have to admit, is a way that ordinary people can hardly think of." Dumbledore felt a little regretful. The headmaster always admitted that that man was the most talented student he had ever taught, but it was a pity that he went astray.

"Of course ordinary people can't bear the effect of [Life Drying]. It has been recorded that in an age older than the Dark Ages, [Life Drying] was used in criminal law, and those who committed the most heinous crimes would receive this powerful curse and put them in coffins buried deep in the ground."

"This spell was lost after the Dark Ages, but judging from the curse still in effect in the mausoleum, perhaps there are still imprisoned souls longing for destruction in the unknown underground."

Aini shivered, just the description in words could make him feel the cruelty.

As a powerful curse, [Life Drying] is worthy of its name. It will drain the target's vitality the moment it takes effect, but the subject will not die, but will live forever in the final state.

But no one hopes to achieve such immortality.

Just like liches and mummies have unique names, the existence created by [Life Drying] is called "torturer", and you can tell from the name that this is not a good way to live.

Seeing that Aini was a little frightened, the bad old man deliberately described the effect of the curse in a flat tone like a ghost.

"The torturers will not feel any happiness, any delicious food will be full of stench in their mouths, their eyes will not be able to see bright colors, and no matter how beautiful the music is, to them The excruciating noise, even the loving hugs of loved ones can make them excruciatingly painful."

"But there's nothing unusual about Quirrell's performance." Aini was a little puzzled. If that was the case, with Quirrell's endurance, he would be able to jump up in pain while sitting on a chair.

"I think it's because Tom took on these. In order to get the Sorcerer's Stone, he must ensure that Quirrell can continue to lurk." Dumbledore also had to lament Voldemort's perseverance.

After being cursed, the consciousness will remain awake forever before the soul dies.

"Huh, fortunately this magic has been lost." This kind of result is undoubtedly more frightening than death. If Voldemort had mastered this curse in his early years, it is hard to say how many people would dare to resist him at that time.

If you are not afraid of death, you may not be able to survive the torture.

"But now that he has personally experienced this kind of magic, Tom's talent may not be able to restore some principles, and he may be able to figure out something." Dumbledore now only hopes that the split soul will have a greater impact on Voldemort, otherwise Even if he succeeds in eradicating him, if this vicious spell is passed down, the legacy will be endless.

Both of them felt a little headache about this. As expected, only a completely dead Tom is a good Tom.

Oh, not about you.Aini patted Tom Meow's little head, and then touched Fox who was in his arms, and he really felt much better.

Voldemort became more and more weird, which made the two of them a little sad, but there was also a good side.

At least the unicorn should be safe.

A big part of the difficulty with curses is that they mix with other powers, especially other curses.

Voldemort didn't even want to try what kind of moths would happen after [life dried up] met the cursed blood.

Anyway, since returning to school, Quirrell has never been to the Forbidden Forest again.

But to be on the safe side, Aini still slept in the Forbidden Forest.

It will be summer vacation in more than two months, and Newt and Tina will also start their trip.

Aini had to sort out the scope of Dumbledore's plan before they left, otherwise he would definitely be blinded by then, and living in the Forbidden Forest would also make it easier for him to operate.

You must know that although the basement in the old Devonshire house is not large, it needs a lot of magic.

Hogwarts has the largest magic power node in England, and this supply of magic power is nothing, but the problem is that the authority to operate the magic power vein of the Forbidden Forest belongs to Slytherin, and it has not been passed down like the other Big Four.

In other words, even Dumbledore could not create a separate vein in the Forbidden Forest to supply Newt's magical space with energy.

It can only draw a range of equivalent energy level, and let Aini connect the expanded space with the magic vein by himself.

But there is a problem in this way, the animals and plants that originally depended on those magical veins will lose their supplies.The animals were alright, but even magical plants rarely moved by themselves. Aini had to move them to land where there was still a quota.

For this reason, under Hagrid's somewhat resentful gaze, Aini planned to stretch out his poisonous hand to the acromantula.

The size of these guys continued to expand, causing the more sensitive plants around them to wither gradually, leaving a lot of space.

Aini plans to take action to reduce the number of some spider groups. As XXXXX magical creatures, this thing needs a lot of magic power when it hatches.

Don't look at the cockroaches that spread in the Forbidden Forest. If it is in the Muggle world, even a single egg cannot hatch without magical offerings.

Otherwise, something so easy to feed would not be so valuable.

"Aini, don't hurt these little cuties, let me think of a way." Hagrid begged, and when he found that the like-minded Aini had no feelings for cute little spiders, he kept turning his almost solidified brain, Trying to find a way to have the best of both worlds.

It's a pity that the brain that has been stocked for many years is dismissive of the owner's urging, and has no idea of ​​completing the task at all.

The helpless Hagrid had no choice but to ask Aini to do it for a while, at least until he found a reason to go out——

If you really have no choice, you can only choose to be out of sight and out of mind.

Having been a little annoyed with magical creatures lately, Hagrid couldn't help devoting more energy to his one hobby.

A lush green field is right in front of you, and Hagrid also enjoys the fun of planting, especially the huge pumpkins. Every time he hears little wizards praising jack-o-lanterns on Halloween, Hagrid will laugh like a child.

However, Hagrid also likes to challenge some unfamiliar crops. This year's young Muggle wizards are very active. A while ago, someone gave Professor Sprout a bag of seeds, because the child had never seen them in the greenhouse, so Like offering a treasure, let the family send a bag.

Perhaps in this child's cognition, crops that can grow sweet fruits are also very magical.

But apparently Professor Sprout denied his judgment, and finally transferred the bag of seeds to Hagrid.

The gentle Hufflepuff has kindness towards everyone.

"How about it, Enny." Hagrid pointed triumphantly at the emerald green field, where the seedlings were crowded together, forming long green lines.

"Are you going to keep planting like this?" Aini rubbed the center of his brows. According to Hagrid's method of planting, if he was in his hometown in his previous life, he would definitely be beaten five miles away by his old father.

"Yeah, look how happy they grow." Hagrid stared at the seedlings in the field and smiled happily. Isn't the charm of planting lies in watching them grow up day by day?

Looking at the densely packed seedlings, Aini was about to explain to Hagrid when he suddenly felt that he had grasped something.