The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Looking at Lao Fu again, although the pain is so painful that he wants to screw his head off, he still endures the extreme pain of squeezing his soul, and at least he can barely stay awake.

Sensing that the magic was almost strong enough, Tom the Maggot raised his wand, intending to blow the ceiling above Harry.

He had to pay special attention now, he had to calculate the timing and position of his shot, just smash his leg, and don't smash the magic stone extractor to death.

But at this moment, his eyes suddenly blurred, and everything in his vision became distorted.

Oops!

Voldemort yelled something bad in his heart. Although he withstood the severe mental pain with willpower, the physical reaction brought by the pain pushed his already flawed temporary body into a desperate situation.

At this moment, Harry was already prostrate on the ground, trembling while clutching the scar on his forehead.

Harry's scar had been aching ever since meeting Voldemort, and it had gotten worse as time went by.

And when the Dark Lord crushed part of his soul, the pain began to increase rapidly, and soon under the self-protection of the brain, Harry fell to the ground and lost consciousness, only his body was still twitching from time to time under the effect of pain.

Seeing this, Voldemort laughed out loud, is this fate?I use my own organization to calculate, but often miss the target I am looking for.

His plan had come to nothing, and even if he controlled Harry while he was finally awake, he didn't have the energy left to force him to take out the Philosopher's Stone.

In the confrontation with Dumbledore, he lost again to the person he feared the most.

But now, he could hardly control the magic power that was beginning to get out of control.

Now that the matter was over, Voldemort, who was hopeless for the Sorcerer's Stone, calmed down instead, and gave Harry a faint look, boy, don't die.

"Boom." Amidst the huge explosion, Voldemort's deformed body was torn into pieces by the gushing magic power, and rushed in all directions.

The illusory and broken soul fluctuated in the waves of magic power. Before leaving, he glanced at Harry meaningfully again. Aside from the prophecy, this time he really became interested in the boy himself. If he uses it properly If so, maybe it will bring him an unexpected surprise.

Seeing a layer of light blue light curtain covering the crouching Harry, Voldemort knew that someone must be paying attention here, so he protected that bull-like kid.

The outcome of failure is already doomed, since there is no power to change anything, it is better to end this farce as soon as possible.

Goodbye, the boy of fate, I hope next time you can meet the real one who has brought you great glory——Voldemort.

In my heart, I silently said goodbye to the boy who was terrified but still mustered up the courage to charge towards him. Voldemort's remnant soul rushed to the ceiling at an extremely fast speed, passed through and disappeared in Aini's perception.

When Aini brought Hermione into the room, everything was calm.

"Harry!" The little witch rushed anxiously to her friend who fell on the ground, "Ani, come quickly and save him."

"Don't worry, Hermione. Harry is fine, he's not hurt at all, he's just a little tired." As the controller of the barrier, Aini knew the boy's state clearly. In the hedging, the energy is exhausted.

"Don't worry, rest for a few days, get a good night's sleep, and wake up as a great young man again." Aini comforted Hermione softly, and helped the little witch up.

Then he waved his wand, and the robe on Harry's body immediately revived, and stretched itself flat, and then the cloth on the four corners worked together to lift the master's unconscious body.

If you don't consider the difference between the legs hanging on the ground and the tail, this style of painting is very toothsome.

Seemingly having the ability to move freely for the first time, the long robe started to trot excitedly, his short legs criss-crossed quickly, and ran back in a swift motion.

"It's really an indescribable transfiguration, if only I could do it too." Hermione's voice trembled a little. Tonight's experience was a bit too much for a little girl.

Although he didn't witness it with his own eyes, a professor died just like that. Except for a piece of clothes, there was only a small pile of ashes left.

After seeing Ani, Hermione found support in her heart again, and after the girl's tense nerves relaxed, all kinds of thoughts flooded her, even making her think that her brave performance just now was just an illusion.

She's terrified now.

The little witch, who desperately needed a sense of security, timidly grabbed the corner of Aini's clothes, and followed him back step by step.

"I think you can do it before you graduate from the third grade, Hermione, your talent may be more outstanding than I imagined." Aini did not hesitate to praise the girl school bully, and sometimes praised the healing effect on fear Stronger than comfort.

"Really?" The little witch's cheeks were slightly red, and her steps became lighter.

"Of course it's true, otherwise I'd just have to add an A to your Transfiguration grade in third grade."

How did you say such horrible things in such an understatement? Hey!

Thinking of getting an A mixed into the report card full of O's, Hermione felt that her body, which was only a little warm, became bad.

You are abusing your power!

The little witch's delicate face was squeezed into a bun shape angrily, she angrily let go of the hands that were holding the corners of Aini's clothes, and turned her back not to look at him.

"If you have time, I can give you some guidance on the advanced use of Transfiguration. Maybe you can reach the standard by the end of the third year semester. If you can do this, I will give you an exemption from the exam at the end of the semester, and you will get full marks directly."

Aini turned her head with a smile, the teachers are always the best way to deal with the students.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the little witch looked over with great emotion, her two big eyes were shining, and she was full of thirst for knowledge.

Every time Aini taught her some knowledge other than books, it was like opening a new door for her in the hall of magic. The attraction of this condition was almost at full level for Hermione.

But just put on an angry look, it was really embarrassing to take the words that made her change.

"Hey, what's the sound in front?" He seemed to hear a "boom" coming from the front while speaking, but it was so interesting to tease the little witch, and Hermione occupied most of his mind, and Aini was not sure if he heard it wrong just now up.

"I didn't hear you clearly. Let's go and have a look. Harry has run away." The little witch took advantage of the steps to change her expression in an instant. The front robe.

At this time, the two also passed the desert checkpoint jointly set up by Bill and Aini.

Of course, it's just an ordinary house now.

Entering the previous room, the flames had all dissipated at this time, except for the square table with the bottle in the middle, the surrounding area was empty.

As soon as they entered the door, the two saw Harry, and the robe led him to stop at the opposite door. With the table blocking them, they couldn't see clearly for a while.