The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0282 Strange visitor

"Whirring whirring……"

Peter hooked the back of his neck and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

He wanted to press his chest to cover his beating heart, but since a few months ago, that piece of land has not belonged to him.

After waiting for a while, the man lowered his hands, and two red marks from excessive stress appeared on his bare skin.

"Get out of here, Peter, at once!"

Voldemort's voice sounded from the bottom of Peter's heart, his words were firm and cold, full of irreversible majesty and arrogance.

But if Quirrell was here, he could easily detect the weakness in Voldemort's tone - when he was attached to the back of his head, when did Mr. Dark Lord's mouth move faster than his hands when he was angry?

"But, but, let's not look for it..."

"Shut up and do as I say!"

Amidst Voldemort's angry roar, the snake body he was sitting on twisted violently, and the burning pain made Peter suspect that his chest hair had been scorched.

But in fact his chest is safe and sound, it's all just a pure feeling.

The anger was surging in Voldemort's heart, and he wanted to punish Peter severely, punishing this humble servant who dared to question himself.

However, Peter dared, he dared not.

In order to hide his aura from being discovered by Dumbledore, Voldemort almost completely imprisoned himself in the snake body. Unless he completely broke the confinement, he would not be able to use a little bit of magic.

Confidence comes from success. When Quirrell is attached to the back of his head, he can still maintain his state of mind when facing Dumbledore. After all, the two have never formally fought against each other. You have never won, and I have never lost.

But that time he lost, although he didn't suffer too many substantial losses, it actually shook the heart of the "Dark Lord".

It seems like a small failure is nothing, but it is the difference between zero and one. The self-confidence built on arrogance and chaos in the smooth sailing has been shaken...

When it comes to Grindelwald, people have mixed reviews.

Those who believe in others respect him like a god, and those who oppose him fear him more than demons, but even those who oppose him have to admit that this abandoned disciple of Durmstrang has extraordinary charisma. Regardless of his standpoint, almost anyone You can find the excellent qualities that you recognize in him.

As for Voldemort in the later period, whether it is supporters or opponents, or those who wait and see silently, everyone's evaluations are very unified.

Smart, sharp, powerful, crazy, cruel, cold, cool...

In addition to talent and strength, it is difficult to find positive labels on him.

So when he saw the figure of the other party, Peter was completely broken.

No matter when Voldemort was powerful and coercing England, or when he was lingering on his last breath and relying on snakes and rats, this timid man dared not show any resistance.

Peter had broken his knees and couldn't stand up.

When Peter scrambled and ran towards the door, the anger in the snake's body was still surging.

In the end, together with the figure of his embarrassed servant, the corners of Aini's mouth were drawn.

Not long after Peter ran past, Aini walked out of the tapestry with a chuckle and entered the Room of Requirement again.

Ravenclaw's diadem is still in its old place, unchanged from before he left.Apparently, Mr. Riddle didn't have enough trust in his servant, nor did he have enough trust in his own ghost.

It seems that my previous analysis is correct, the relationship between the main body and the sub-soul is not so friendly.

After confirming that the crown was still there, Aini turned around and was about to leave, but stopped after a few steps.

Aini stared at the crown for a while, then took out the crystal ball that he had just taken and threw it in the center of the ring.

Would you use this as a bait, or a scarecrow?Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle...

How big is each floor of Hogwarts?

Perhaps no headmaster can make it clear.

The nested space magic turned the above question into a mystery. No one dared to say that they could know all the secrets of this castle.

Fortunately, most of the unused space has been sealed, otherwise I don't know how many curious little wizards will lose themselves.

But this is very unfriendly to some students, such as young couples who are looking for a private space.

"Ah...Professor Scamander."

"Hi, Annie."

Percy tidied his robe in a panic, but Penello greeted Aini in a graceful manner.

After waving his hand, Aini walked forward without looking back.

The light bulb is already very unpopular, and it will only be more annoying if it becomes a light bulb that stays still and talks.

It was only a few meters away from the main corridor, but there was no road ahead.In terms of layout, it is not like the usual passages. There are various decorations such as hanging paintings and statues, and it is empty at first glance.

Aini stopped suddenly and looked at the wall on the right.

Walking along the way, almost all the lots are the same. This kind of corridor is like a semi-closed classroom. The elves don't clean it often, but the nearby walls seem to be too clean.

Not only was there no swaying spider web, but it was not even stained with dust.

Aini stood on the spot, stretched out his palms against the wall, and circles of magic patterns spread in all directions, as if what Aini pressed was not a hard stone, but a soft wave of water.

Afterwards, the wall several meters square was slightly flooded, "swallowing" Aini's right hand in, and then he was like a leaf falling into the lake, slowly sinking into the water surface, but drifting with the current without sinking deeper.

Without the authority of the headmaster, there are only three ways to break the ban, either cut off the supply of magic power to Hogwarts, and let the barrier break itself.

Either the magic pattern attainment crushes all wizards who have strengthened the enchantment, and disrupts its operation by pulling out cocoons, and disintegrates from the inside.

The last one is simple and straightforward, as long as the strength is enough, everything can be pushed horizontally.

To put it simply, Aini can't do anything, and he didn't want to destroy the barrier, so it's just right for him to come to this position.

Aini no longer continued to fight against the enchantment, but slowly let his breath infiltrate, and when he felt that it was almost done, he took a step back and left the banned area.

Silently sensing the breath fluctuations in front of him, Aini turned around and walked back in satisfaction.

Afraid of disturbing the pair of little redbreasted robins again, Aini specially cast a disillusionment spell on himself, but when he walked to the previous place, there were no two figures there.

Obviously, not only him, but also Percy and Penello didn't want people to run into each other again.

I don't know if it's because he stayed in the abandoned corridor for a long time, but Aini felt that the perspective in front of him was getting darker and darker, as if he didn't even bother to enter this little-traveled place, and only a few reptiles were secretly moving around.

Turning around the corner where boys and girls are dating, it's like another world in front of you.

The bright yet soft light, the hanging paintings that look left and right with different gazes, the stone beasts that squat low-key and stand still, but can violently attack the enemy at any time, all constitute the Huo that young wizards are familiar with. Gwartz.

Of course, familiarity does not mean liking, for example, no one has been able to fully understand the movement of the stairs so far...

Aini had been standing at the break of the stairs for almost 2 minutes. If he hadn't felt more relaxed after coming out of the unmanned corridor, he might have considered flying down directly.

"Dengdengdeng..."

Another visitor arrived on the late stairs, and Aini was about to respond to the other party's greetings, but saw a green shadow flashing by, and left in a hurry as if he hadn't seen him.

"Crack~"

Aini patted his forehead, he forgot that he was still wearing the illusion spell...

But then Aini looked in the direction of the person leaving.

Marcus Flint?

What is he doing on the eighth floor at this time?

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As a result, after December, all kinds of things came one after another, not to mention external factors, mainly because of the small fruit in the belly...

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