svetikya 0202 Where does the light come from
0202 Where does the light come from
Aini's gaze seemed to have some kind of power, and Lockhart shrank his neck from the smash, and pressed his body a little shorter.
That is close to the suppression from the source of the blood.
If it was normal, Lockhart's heart would have been full of jealousy, but since the smell mutated, he hadn't slept well for more than ten days, and every time he closed his eyes, he would be woken up by his own "stinky".
Lockhart had tried the Water of Death, and it did make him drowsier after drinking the potion, but it still couldn't match the strong power of the stench.
He never thought that insomnia would be so difficult. If the wizard's spirit had not been stronger, Lockhart might have died suddenly a few days ago.
The extreme distress stirred his mind, his whole body was muddled, and even his thinking seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was extremely laborious to operate.
Therefore, the miraculousness shown by Aini made Lockhart more at ease. As long as he could get a good sleep, no, even if he could sleep for two hours in a row, he would be willing to pay half of his property.
But maybe it was because he was too sleepy, but he noticed that Aini's expression seemed a little...distorted?
Ernie's toes kept scratching in the boots, and she felt the urge to leave immediately.
The diffuse smell on Lockhart's body was not an added smell from the outside world, but originated from his armpits.
In the West, body odor is an almost unsolvable existence, not to mention that it has undergone an extraordinary enhancement...
Fortunately, this situation is only temporary, and it won't take long, and it will return to normal naturally after about a week.
But before that, he had to help the other party solve the problem of not being able to sleep peacefully, otherwise, before the smell dissipated, that guy would either blow himself to pieces with a magic riot, or become silent.
Ernie blinked, maybe this is the real reason why Dumbledore asked himself to help Lockhart solve the problem?
Quickly analyzed all the runes near Lockhart's shoulder, then Aini took out a large jar from his pocket, thought for a while and took out a few ampoules, divided the liquid medicine and threw it to Lockhart special.
"The powerful life-death water, each bottle can help you sleep for more than eight hours, enough for you to last until the smell dissipates."
Aini has a way to relieve his troubles faster, but it is too cumbersome.
"I have used this thing, the water of life and death is not enough to make me fall asleep..."
Lockhart muttered, hurriedly catching the potion thrown by Aini, but when he raised his head, the figure of the other party was about to disappear into the Forbidden Forest.
Cut, the consultation fee is confiscated, love it or not.
Aini curled her lips, there is still business today, if you don't hurry up, you will be late.
……
"Sorry for the wait."
The Leaky Cauldron was as gloomy and dark as ever. Even though they had never met before, the unique aura of the other party made Aini find the right owner in no time.
"I've just arrived too. Nice to meet you, Professor Scamander."
In a cheerful tone, the man stood up, raised his right arm as if wanting to shake hands with Aini, but then put it back weakly.
"Me too, Mr. Lupine."
After discovering the man's small movements, the arc of the corner of Aini's mouth widened again, he knew what Lupine was thinking about——
Shaking hands with a werewolf is unthinkable for most wizards.
But it was obvious that Aini didn't care about these things. After reaching out and shaking each other, the two sat down with a smile.
"Sherry? Or mead?"
Ernie had some good wine in his pocket, but that wasn't the right thing to do in someone else's bar.
"Mead bar, James used to have to fill several barrels of mead before he would come to school."
Mentioning Harry's father, Lupine's eyes froze for a moment, and the images of his friends swimming freely in Hogwarts were still deeply etched in his mind, but now when the moon is full, he can only suffer in silence alone, surrounded by others. No one else.
Lupine looked at Aini's back as he went to order food, with deep gratitude in his eyes.
Harry hadn't seen his father's best friend for more than a decade.
On the one hand, Dumbledore had asked not to intervene in Harry's life; on the other hand, his childhood experience made Lupine unwilling to let the orphan of his best friend come into contact with any werewolves, including himself.
In fact, even though making friends at Hogwarts made Lupine more cheerful, to this day, the scene of being bitten by Fenrir Greyback is still the deepest nightmare in his night.
This makes Lupine still unable to face up to his werewolf identity, just like he is ashamed to call out the four-clawed hairy Patronus in front of people.
Many times, he wanted to see the son of this old friend, but in the end he couldn't make it, and he didn't provide Harry with any help.
So after Ernie did what Lupine wanted to do but didn't, he felt guilty but also very grateful.
Lupine's contemplation was interrupted by the soft sound of a tray colliding with the table. Old Tom turned and walked towards the bar, muttering: "The Scamander boy became a professor at Hogwarts? But how do I remember?" He's underage..."
Aini took off the professor badge on his chest as if nothing had happened. Its mission for today is over.
Lupine opened his mouth. Relatively speaking, he was the most disciplined among the predators, but thinking about what the other party had done, he swallowed back the words of persuasion and picked up the small wine bottle on the tray.
It's still a crescent moon today, so you can drink more.
……
Looking at Hedwig who flew up into the sky and quickly merged with the white clouds, Harry let out a long breath.
Although it was Christmas tomorrow, in order to allow time for his first partner to come back, he still sent gifts home early.
The boy somewhat missed the place he wished he would never go back to a few months ago. At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.
"Ha, Harry, Hermione said Ernie is waiting for you in the classroom."
After seeing Harry, Ron leaned on the wall and said out of breath, looking down at his slightly bulging belly, Ron felt that he needed to exercise.
Saying goodbye to his friend who didn't want to move for the time being, Harry went all the way down, and soon came to the familiar classroom.
When he opened the door, he saw a man who looked very strange, but somehow seemed familiar.
the man.
Down and out man.
Some old downcast men.
There are some old and desolate men who seem to be very friendly to themselves.
While looking at each other, Harry Xun put many labels on each other in his heart, but he still couldn't find any similar faces from his mind.
"Hello, Harry, my name is Remus John Lupine, and I know your... father."
Lupine wanted to tell Harry that he was his father's best friend, but the man suddenly thought, if Harry asked himself, since he was a best friend, why had he never appeared in front of him?
How should I answer?
Then the wording in his heart changed from a close friend to a good friend, and when the words came out, there was only a dry friend left, and his heart was scorched with regret and guilt.
In the torment, he raised his head, only to find that Harry's face was full of inexplicable surprise, and his green eyes, which were exactly the same as Lily's, were shining, as if they had light.
This ray of light shines because of him!