The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

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Irritable, very irritable.

Lockhart hadn't been able to take his eyes away since Jerry took the diary out of Ernie's pocket.

Hungry, too hungry.

He had never wanted a thing more than now, and Lockhart would even give all his reputation and fans in exchange for this diary.

In order to be able to get rid of Jerry, Little Tom also worked hard.In order to stimulate the power of temptation to the extreme, not only did he throw in all the life force he had just harvested, but even his previous savings were almost exhausted.

Now Riddle is like an old cat suffering from hunger and cold in winter. He is exhausted and has no energy to hunt. He can only hang his tail down after accidentally discovering the chipped ice, hoping to catch a stupid fish.

As for catching a shark, or catching nothing, and finally freezing himself on the ice, Riddle couldn't care less.

Unexpectedly, the dart he was forced to throw hit the target.

Even though the diary has given everything to it, it is not in good condition after all, and other adult wizards may not have such a big reaction.

But Lockhart was different, he was too paranoid.

His pure desire, because of being too dependent and obsessed with the Oblivion Curse, also caused a huge hole in Lockhart's heart.

Almost at the moment of meeting, Voldemort's original Horcrux easily broke through the defense of the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Lockhart looked at the diary being manipulated by Jerry, with a fascinated expression on his face, as if he was a serious fetishist.

If the little mouse is not holding a diary, but underwear, I am afraid that Lockhart will have more perverted titles in the near future, or the one with pictures and truth——

After receiving the gallon paid by Aini, a certain creature named Colin focused most of its attention on Lockhart.

But now the fetishist is frustrated and annoyed.

He was having fun reading it, but Aini put away the diary without even discussing it.

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

"Bangdang."

Lockhart stood up abruptly, knocking the chair out.

"Professor Lockhart, have you had your dinner yet?"

A serious female voice suddenly sounded, waking Lockhart out of his inexplicable rage.

Professor McGonagall also came to the auditorium for dinner, which is why Aini put away the Horcrux. Lockhart is enough to affect the person.

Ernie?what's the situation?What happened to me just now?

Lockhart looked confused, was he going to attack Aini?Could it be crazy, looking for abuse!

Of course he knew that if he didn't use the Forgetting Curse to sneak attack, he would not be Aini's opponent at all, but what happened to that idea just now?

Could it be that because that diary is very important to him, his body reacted directly?

That's right, Lockhart didn't think there was anything unusual about the diary at all, and its inexplicable attraction to him must be the guidance of magic power.

As the favored child of heaven, being favored by magic power has some special feelings for things of destiny, which is reasonable, isn't it?

Professor McGonagall glanced at the chair hit by the wall again, ignored Lockhart who was in a daze, and walked quickly to Ernie's desk.

After discovering Minerva's figure, Aini not only put away the diary, but also suppressed the smell of blood on his body, otherwise the teacher might drag him to Madam Pomfrey for a good check.

Therefore, although Professor McGonagall was a little surprised why he was wearing a scarf today, he was immediately attracted by a small thing.

"This is?"

Mag grabbed Jerry on the table, but how could she catch it with the skill of a little mouse.

Uh, unless Ernie orders it.

"Perfect creation."

Regardless of Jerry's expression of resistance, the dean raised the little mouse to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Life refining?"

Professor McGonagall tried to infiltrate her own magic power to analyze Jerry's structure. As soon as Fang came into contact with the surging aura of life, she resisted the alien energy, which almost made her suspect that she had seen one of the ultimate goals of alchemy.

But with her top-notch attainments in puppet making, she still found the difference.

"No, it's not right, it's not life refining. Half life refining? No, it's not."

The witch tested Jerry's structure in various ways, muttering words.

"It's a prosthetic body, a very perfect prosthetic body..."

After discovering Jerry's essence, Mag's enthusiasm for technology faded away, and he looked at Aini with full eyes.

That alchemy body is perfect, able to protect and nourish the soul in it, but this is the problem.

The decent dean likes this child, and he has enough understanding of his character, and even played an important role in Aini's growth.

She trusted Ernie, just as Dumbledore believed that he could raise Riddle.

There is no shortage of guys who play with the soul in the wizarding world, and there are many means of acting on the soul. Even the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts contains a lot of related books.

After all, analyzing the soul is an unavoidable topic on the road to immortality.

However, whether it is for research or as materials, tampering with the souls of innocent people is taboo, even if they do not come from humans, using the souls of small animals is also a dangerous start.

"It's the little mouse from the Screaming Shack, I used to say."

Aini first gave Jerry a comforting look, then looked at Professor McGonagall, looking straight into her eyes, and he was not guilty at all about this matter.

He knew the answer the witch wanted, and he didn't resist it.

Worrying that you will go astray is a great kindness.

Sure enough, after hearing Aini's answer, the corners of Mag's pursed lips instantly relaxed.

She knew that Aini kept the soul of a little mouse, and the old professor was very pleased with the student's attitude towards life at that time.

Especially since he can always remember that he truly fulfilled his promise to that unremarkable creature.

Although Mag didn't know the specific cost, but to make such a perfect prosthetic body, many precious materials must be needed.

The witch didn't want to say anything more about this, but she supported Dumbledore's approach even more. Aini must be the best successor to the White Wizard, bar none.

After tossing and turning Jerry for a while, Mag put the little mouse back on the table.

The level of this creation is very high, but it is a pity that it is not the same path as her.

To put it bluntly, the vice-principal lady is not as arrogant as Aini, and she can't afford this...

No matter which discipline it is, branches related to the soul have one thing in common—expensive, very expensive, and extremely expensive.

It is so expensive that if you go the wrong way and get no results, it is enough to drag forces like the Malfoy family into bankruptcy.

In fact, there are many families with a long history, but they were dragged down by soul research on the way to pursue immortality, and never got up again.

"Ani, I don't want you to live in praise, but I have to say, I'm proud of you."

Professor McGonagall smiled happily, this is his student.

"Thank you, Minerva, and I've always been proud to be your student."