The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

"Hello, Professor Scamander."

"Good day, ladies."

Far away Scotland is not as colorful as peach blossoms, but compared with before leaving last time, the castle finally brought a little warmth.

In a painting in the corridor, several ladies were drinking their afternoon tea peacefully. Seeing Aini passing by, they all invited him to share their leisure time.

Aini politely declined the ladies' invitation, and he has no plans to include oil paint in the recipe for the time being.

"Well, it seems that I haven't seen him for a while, a month, or two months?"

"Who knows, the calendar in my room is long out of date, and no one has drawn me a new one for decades..."

Hearing the whispers behind him, Aini couldn't help speeding up his pace.硰

Purifying a source of black magic again, the preference of the will of the world made him bursting with inspiration, which is a dream opportunity for any wizard.

So after Aini sent the message to the principal, he plunged into the fountain of thoughts.

Not one month, not two months, but four full months.

Not only did he cancel all the follow-up schedules with Hermione during the Christmas period, but he also missed three months of work. Now the children have spent the Easter holidays and returned to Hogwarts, which has returned to peace.

The injured child recovered and returned to school. Peter, who was almost out of play, was very honest during this time, and the old castle was peaceful and peaceful.

Since joining in 91, this is the longest time Ernie has left Hogwarts.

Over the past three years, Minerva's care and love, Albus' teaching and expectations, Severus, Pomona, Flitwick... the kindness spreading from each familiar face, intertwined into a big net to bind each other. Being entangled in this ancient castle made Hogwarts have a different meaning for them.硰

This is where they work, this is where they live.

They are here to perform their duties, and they are here to search for truth.

On the bank of Pinghu surrounded by mountains, there is an ancient castle, a school, a home, and a harbor that nourishes the soul.

After a long time, he stepped on the ancient floor tiles again. Even though the corridor was still a little dark as usual, Aini felt extremely at ease.

When passing by a familiar armor, Aini stopped, raised his hand to help it straighten the crooked helmet tassel, and then turned and walked towards a wooden door amidst the other party's trembling thanks.

Aini is also very familiar with this door. He has pushed the door and entered countless times, but he does not know which time the room behind the door sneaked into his heart-in fact, the other party came in an open and honest way, but someone Carelessness has not been noticed.

Many things will be worn away by time, and their silence makes what is still more meaningful, entangled in the heart.硰

Time is like water, and the world is like water.

Time flows eastward like water, the lighter ones follow her into the sea, and the important ones accumulate sand and form continents.

The sandbar is not cold, it is the anchor of the soul, when the earthly water is surging, people can stabilize themselves, not drifting, not overturning.

Even if the road ahead is vague and unclear, at least we can keep our way home.

Everything can be an anchor, it just depends on whether it can enter people's hearts and stay there.

In addition to the room, the castle, colleagues, parents, and of course the energetic children who walk into Aini's heart.

It was a little strange that after returning to school, he didn't see a single student. It shouldn't be so quiet after dinner.硰

In doubt, Aini pushed open the door, and then instinctively dodged to the side.

"Pfft~"

"Bang Bang~"

As soon as the dense silk ribbons gushed out, at the moment when the magic protection was about to be triggered, Aini suppressed it, walked back to the door and let those cheerful colors hang on her body.

"Annie, happy birthday!"

A warm little hand grabbed his arm and pulled the professor closer to the center of the crowd.

It's Hermione.硰

Surrounded by Draco, Anthony, Justin...

Harry stood a little further away and waved to him, beside Ron who was equally excited, and Ginny shrank behind her brother, the only child who didn't look at Ernie, her eyes were full of green eyes.

There are also many people who are close or familiar, and some of them just had a few simple questions and answers with Aini in class. Their waving arms are not uniform, but they reveal a wonderful harmony, loudly sending birthday wishes to the beloved professor blessing of.

"Thank you, thank you, excellent stretching spell without trace, Fred, George, if Professor Flitwick sees it, he will definitely add 10 minutes to Gryffindor."

Aini blinked his eyes, he stood in front of these people too many times, in the classroom, in the corridor, in the office, in any place that was agreed or met unexpectedly.

He imparts knowledge to students, and he answers students' doubts, whether it is academics or the little troubles of young people.

Every word of his, those clear, funny, soft, severe...all the syllables with good intentions echoed at this time.硰

At this moment, the corrector of the world, the beloved person of Blue Star Will, the caretaker of the lord of beasts and wilderness, the best friend and close person of animals, the youngest great wizard at the end of the [-]th century, the leader of Breath of Nature, Aeneas Artemis Scamander, a young but experienced professor, unexpectedly choked up slightly at this moment.

This has nothing to do with strength, status, money, or power. The thing that touches people the most is the heart.

Aini moved his eyes, responding to the blessings of the students one by one, paused for a moment when his eyes swept across the corner, and then his smile became brighter.

It was Romilda Vani. The girl's face was smooth and flat, without any visible scars, and even the few freckles that used to be there were gone.

When the door opened, Miss Wani was still a little embarrassed, which was not normal for Romilta, who was always cheerful and lively, and a little carefree.

Apparently, the psychic effects are not as easy to remove as the scars on the face.

But when the cheers sounded, a sincere smile gradually appeared on the girl's face.硰

With sincerity and sincerity, you can't penetrate a thin piece of paper, but you can remove your tight defenses and heal the wounds you don't want to remember.

"You can too, Professor."

The twins cried out in unison.

Twenty points was a big value, and the two, who could be called the little princes of Gryffindor points deductions, were full of desire for this extra point.

"Well, it's a pity that I am the professor of transfiguration, and the spell is not my business."

Aini blinked and looked at the twins with a smile on his face, but what he said didn't seem to see their expectant eyes at all.

"Oh my God, why aren't you the Charms professor."

The twins covered their chests and shouted with exaggerated expressions.

"Because I am your Charms teacher, boys."

A sudden high-pitched voice came from the door, and the crowd spontaneously gave way to reveal Professor Flitwick who was blocked.