The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0162 Fortunately, I have a partner to accompany me

"Ani, can you teach me Occlumency?"

Harry looked over again with eyes full of hope. Aini was always willing to help them, and he could explain the difficult knowledge that made people scratch their heads in an easy-to-understand manner. Maybe he would be able to learn Occlumency soon.

It's a pity that he will be disappointed this time, but Aini is willing to teach, isn't the wool he sent up fragrant?

The problem is that Aini himself doesn't know how to use Occlumency, a highly specialized magic.

Because he can't use it at all, and no one can invade his brain after the advanced magic power perception.

"Sorry, Harry. I don't know the magic."

Without waiting for the disappointment to appear on the boy's face, Aini changed his style and continued, "But maybe there is a gentleman who is willing to teach you, and I will consult with you later."

"Can you tell me his name?"

Harry raised his head vigilantly. Among Hogwarts, there was probably only one person who needed to be consulted to determine whether he was willing to teach him.

Although the boy always showed that he was troubled by his fame, if he was told a way to get rid of the title of "Savior", Harry would never try it.

Wasn't it his deepest desire to be the center of people's attention and walk from the fringe corners where no one cares about to the center of the brightly lit stage?

What's more, the fame left to him by his mother can not only satisfy a little boy's vanity, but also bring many substantial benefits.

Like...favor of professors.

Maybe not everyone will fall off the stepping book when Harry's name is called like Flitwick, but it is undeniable that almost all professors treat him differently.

Expectation, pity, gratitude, distress...

For example, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall and others made the boy's fragile self-esteem a little stinging, but at the same time made him feel inexplicably warm.

And those with ulterior motives, such as Gilderoy Lockhart, who wanted to use Harry, would naturally treat him differently.

From the boy's point of view, only one person is different.

Severus Snape, the professor of Potions, was like a cat whose tail he had stepped on thousands of times in his previous life, and he never tired of attacking him since he entered school.

Harry was afraid that he would hear this name again in Ernie's next sentence - he didn't want to be admitted to the school hospital again for some weird reason.

Fortunately, the subsequent conversation did not turn the boy's apprehension into panic. The person Aini mentioned made him look forward to the taste of Christmas pudding.

"Mr. Remus Lupine said he would return to England around Christmas. I think you still remember that name."

Aini obviously understood what the boy was afraid of, and directly stated his plan.

"Mr. Lupine!"

Harry let out a low growl in excitement. He would read the diary sent by the other party every day. The simple writing was a bit less elegant than Mr. Slughorn's, but more sincere emotions between friends.

Ordinary wooden boxes and ordinary notebooks are now the most cherished treasures of the "rich" Harry, and their status in his heart is even slightly higher than those photos that cannot "talk".

Harry tried to get in touch with the other party with an owl many times, but Hedwig was indifferent to the recipient's name.Hermione told him that Mr. Lupine should have used the Anti-Tracking Charm on himself.

"Great, I'm still struggling with how to get in touch with him. Thank you, Annie."

The boy believed they had a lot to talk about, the two of them could chat about how their father won the Quidditch Cup, or ask how many hard-to-find secret passages they found during their interesting adventures in the castle.

"It's nothing. I think Mr. Lupine would be willing to communicate with you if he has time."

Aini responded with a smile, then looked at the sleepy Ron and Hermione, and sensed the time.

"Eleven fifty-seven, I think you should go to bed."

Hearing that it was going to be early morning, the three little ones looked at each other, saying that Filch should be going around arresting those students who violated the curfew, and if we run back now, are we throwing ourselves into a trap?

Then, in unison, six eyes stared at Aini.

"Okay, you won't be able to go back without Professor McGonagall opening the door, so just stay with me for the night."

Aini snapped his fingers, and a silver-white "Tom" jumped out of the window, and disappeared in a flash.

"I've already reported to Professor McGonagall for you, but it's best to be honest these days and don't mess with her."

what! ?

The three little faces collapsed in an instant, and the little excitement that had just learned that they could stay out at night disappeared without a trace.

They can already imagine Professor McGonagall's face now, but the three would rather know nothing about it...

"Okay, be happy, you will have a space of your own tonight. Come with me."

After speaking, Aini greeted them and led them out of the tree house.

Halloween is approaching, the night wind passing through the forest makes the three little ones tighten their necklines tightly, and the dry leaves come with the wind, knocking on the human body with a "click".

The unicorns formed a circle in the center of the open space, cuddled up to each other and looked up at the night sky. Without the ubiquitous optical pollution in Muggle cities, the stars in the sky were clear and ethereal, and they matched surprisingly well with the prone white elves in the forest. It is the heaven and the earth who divide a good part, one in the sky and one in the world.

"Ang~"

Philip called happily, inviting Aini to watch the stars with them.

And on the neck of the big unicorn, the kitten was lying there lazily, and Lulu was tired of being with it, with its two small tails flicking one after another, very leisurely.

Fox had no interest in the stars. Standing in front of Shay, he stared at the big belly, looking left and right, as if he was very curious about the little life born in it.

Hermione thought to herself, no wonder the room was so quiet just now, the little ones all ran out to play.

Aini walked to the edge of the unicorn herd and took out two small tents.

This is what he prepared for taking his little assistants to camp during the summer vacation, and it has been still in his pocket since then.

Although it looks like an ordinary single-person tent, it is actually filled with the No Trace Stretch Curse. There are four rooms inside, and the beds and bedding are complete, enough for three people to use tonight.

"The left is for boys, the right is for girls, go to bed early, remember to hide from Professor McGonagall tomorrow, good night."

After finishing speaking, Aini walked towards Fili, and slept with the unicorns tonight, and could take care of the little wizard nearby.

Walking into the center of the circle, Aini lay on his back on the grass. Today's moon is missing a piece. It turns out that he missed the Mid-Autumn Festival again unknowingly.

In this life, there are people who spend Christmas with me, but no one spends Mid-Autumn Festival with me.

Aini closed his eyes and let the moonlight pass across his face, feeling a little sad suddenly.

After the crackling sound, a hairy body squeezed the loose hem of the wizard's robe and arched into his arms.

"Meow~"

Tom crawled and crawled, sticking his little head out of the neckline of the owner, Nuonuo let out a soft cry.

"Hey, I'm not sad, I'm happy every day with you guys."

Aini rubbed Mao Mao's head, and the trace of sadness just now dissipated.

Haha, no matter whether it is a festival or not, there are always partners with me.