In the end, Hermione failed to go in to visit her friends, and was escorted back to the door of the Gryffindor lounge by Ani.
"Clean up." Aini thoughtfully used a cleaning spell on the girl, "Don't take a shower, go to bed early."
"Thank you, good night." Hermione stepped onto the stairs leading to the dormitory, as if she had shed the last hold on her heart. She felt that her sleepiness doubled with every step she took, and she wished she could immediately dive into the soft quilt. Here, have a nice sleep.
"Good night, see you tomorrow." Watching the girl go upstairs at the door, Aini bowed slightly to the portrait of the Fat Lady, apologizing for disturbing her sleep.
"Well, I'm used to being woken up from my sleep watching the bunch of kids in the back." The fat lady turned around and closed the door to the Gryffindor lounge.
"But it's rare for little lions to be as polite as you. Newt was also very polite to others when he was in school. He was a friendly child..."
Seeing the Fat Lady's tendency to speak at length, Ani hurriedly said goodbye to her and ran to Dumbledore's office.
Every time he came here, he couldn't help but complain about the taste of the old principal. At this age, he didn't even have diabetes, so it was really hard for him.
Spreading his hands out of habit, Aini subconsciously moved his right foot back.
"Bah!"
Sure enough, after a happy chirp, Aini hugged her full.
Fox's body size is larger than before, and his control over his body has also declined.
When Fox flew forward before, no matter how fast he was, when he hit his arms, he was gentle and gentle, and his power was restrained extremely well.
This time, if Aini hadn't taken half a step back in advance, she would have almost knocked her off balance.
Gently kneading Fox's body, Aini carefully relaxed her muscles and bones. Each stroke seemed to be able to squeeze out a substantial mass of hot magic power, which circulated slightly in his hands and then returned to Phoenix's body.
The bird lay comfortably on its side in Aini's arms. The restless magic power in its body was passed through his hands. After returning to the body, it became much quieter and felt so comfortable.
Fox likes Aini the most.
He pecked the corner of Aini's mouth gratefully and arched his soft body into his arms.
It was rare to have Aini's arms to herself. The little phoenix's tail feathers were raised proudly, like dancing firelight, which seemed to be able to light up the tenderest color in the hearts of those it saw.
Aini sat on the sofa and looked quietly at the old man opposite.
Under his plan, the Dark Lord who once terrorized England once again tasted failure, demonstrating the wisdom of the White Wizard.
But thinking that this plan also included several twelve or thirteen-year-old children made this victory not taste so sweet.
Neither of them had the intention to speak, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while, with only Fox's comfortable whisper remaining in the principal's room.
However, after getting tired of being in Aini's arms for a while, the little Phoenix felt that something was missing for some reason, and suddenly felt that monopolizing Aini's arms was no longer so fragrant.
"Huh?" Fox raised his head and looked at Aini suspiciously.
"Tom? Tom stayed in the small building to sleep today and didn't come with him. Did Fox miss Tom? Do you want to go see it with me later?" Hearing Phoenix's question, Aini smiled and rubbed it Her little head.
"Hey!" Fox turned her head arrogantly. She didn't think about the cat, she was just curious about where the little guy went.
Aini looked at the unresponsive Phoenix in a funny way, hugged her and gave her a good sip. It was so cute.
"cough."
After Fox broke the silence, Dumbledore coughed lightly and asked a question that seemed irrelevant to today's events.
"Ani, have you ever thought about what the end of magic is?"
Aini was a little dazed. This topic was too big. He was just an ordinary little wizard. He had just opened the mysterious door. At most, he only had one foot on the road. How could he imagine the way out? The final view?
Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't expect to get an answer from him, and continued talking on his own in Ani's silence.
"It's the rules. Control the rules, change the rules, and create the rules. After any magic is studied to an extremely deep level, you will touch the rules."
As he spoke, the old man waved his wand to cast a levitation spell, and also recited a spell specifically.
"Wingardim Leviosa!"
"Huh?" Fox called out in confusion. As a flying creature, he also possesses spatial abilities and is extremely sensitive to changes in space and gravity. He almost noticed it when Dumbledore's spell took effect.
The items on the small table in front of Aini all floated up in disorder. At this time, he blinked in surprise. Since the last time his magic perception was upgraded, after several months of accumulation, he once again touched the barrier above. After seeing the fluctuations in the space ahead, the originally extremely solid barrier became a little looser.
This also caused some faint lines to appear in his sight.
Aini carefully reached into the area in front of him, which made the vague perception just now slightly clearer, and he got several pieces of incomplete information.
Although he didn't get everything, he was still shocked.
"Actually, there are only a few magics that I can apply to this extent. There are thousands of rules in the world, and our time to explore is very limited." Dumbledore is not proud of his attainments in magic and the evolution of the universe. , the birth and death of the planet, the human life span of just a hundred years is nothing to mention.
Even if the wizard's life limit is higher, how many waves can be made in the vast ocean of magic in a few hundred years?
"Ani, your performance shocked me. I wanted to explain it to you, but it seems I don't need it anymore." Dumbledore looked at Ani's horrified and gainful look, and had to sigh at his talent. .
To be honest, Aini was really shocked.
The simplest levitation spell just uses magic to offset the gravity of the caster, making them float in the air.
What Dumbledore did was to temporarily invalidate a certain rule about gravity within the area.
In other words, within a certain period of time, there is no concept of gravity in the casting area, which is fundamentally different from the former.
Judging from Voldemort's previous performance alone, it seems that he cannot do this. He is worthy of being the chief mage of the Wizengamot, the first person in England, and even the entire wizarding world.
Under Ani's eyes of wonder and admiration, Dumbledore took back his wand as if nothing had happened, canceling the supply of magic power to that area.
Aini, who was in shock, didn't notice that the old principal's right hand was trembling slightly when he was held behind him.
Dumbledore secretly took a breath. In order to enhance the effect, the area he cast this time was much larger than usual. After only a short demonstration, nearly half of Dumbledore's magic power was taken away.
In terms of magic power alone, even if Aini is drained, it will be difficult to sustain it for even one second.
Maybe he can set a small goal.
To become stronger, start by becoming an instant man?
