In Greek mythology, the three-headed dog Cerberus guarded the gate of Hades for Hades. After being brought to the world by Hercules, his saliva fell on the ground and gave birth to aconite.
In the wizarding world, the saliva of the three-headed dog is indeed the best tonic for Aconitum, bar none.
During these years of living in the wizarding world, Aini discovered that many legends were not traceable.
He was curious about how many of the mythical creatures were pure fiction, how many were misinterpretations, and how many were real?
After the Dark Ages, too many secrets were buried in the cracks of history.
Later generations can only half-restore the scene at that time from those extremely rare remnants.
Hopefully this trip to Egypt will solve some of the mysteries.
Aini looked expectantly at the lighted window on the eighth floor of the castle. For a wizard, the process of exploring the unknown and revealing the known was itself a great enjoyment.
With great expectations, Aini ate the next meal very happily.
Although the chickens, ahem, phoenixes, dogs and cats were scratching him, his recently tense heartstrings gradually relaxed.
However, I seem to have forgotten something?
Hagrid and the two of them ate and drank until midnight. Not only did they have a good time, but they also gained more knowledge about strange things.
To sum it up, it’s probably the wizard’s version of “Postpartum Care for Sows”?
Well, it was actually Hagrid who talked about a bunch of cross-species hybridization ideas, which sounded like fantasy.
But this is a world with magic, and the fantasy may not all be fiction.
Ani knows that many of Hagrid's ideas have indeed been successful, such as the Blast-Ended Skrewt.
God knows how Hagrid came up with the idea of crossing a manticore with a fire crab.
It's really unscientific for two species with such a huge disparity to have no reproductive isolation, and it doesn't seem to be very magical, but it is indeed very Hagrid.
I just don’t know what kind of sparks will be produced if the Dementors and Voldemort are handed over to Hagrid’s hands...
Aini staggered towards the tree house, with some inexplicable thoughts popping up in his mind from time to time.
As he was about to arrive home, he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten.
It seemed that there was no need to think about it. There were more than a dozen pairs of big, bright eyes staring at him unblinkingly in front of him.
A low pressure enveloped me, feeling a little aggrieved and angry.
Well, when I left the tree house, I didn’t even say hello to the unicorns.
Looking at their posture, they had been waiting here for several hours, and Aini suddenly felt a little distressed.
He quickly stepped forward to hug Shay and glanced at Feili dissatisfied. Is this how you take care of pregnant women?
Despite his amazing physique, drinking wine with a giant bloodline would be a lose-lose outcome at best.
win?
It doesn’t exist. You can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but others can drink a bucket of them...
When one bucket is finished, there can be another bucket, and then another bucket and another bucket.
So after making out with the unicorns for a while, Ani fell asleep in a daze.
Listening to his even breathing, everyone, led by Shay, slept next to Aini, leaning on each other and keeping each other warm.
Two different colors were mixed into the white velvet. One of Tom and Fox held Ani's armpit, and the other grabbed Ani's hair, and together they fell into a dreamland where they were no longer alone.
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On the afternoon of July 31, 1992, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, London.
"Harry, do you have everything you have packed? A change of clothes, toiletries, and oh, you should also bring some snacks." Petunia shouted and organized.
Ever since that night, his aunt had been extremely attentive to Harry, as if she was trying to make up for all the care she had missed over the years.
Instead, it bothered Harry a little.
During this period of life, how should I put it, occasionally they would yell at him out of habit, but long-term habits are not so easy to change.
But when he reacted later, he would apologize to him in surprise. Fortunately, this happened less frequently now, otherwise Harry would feel like he would have a nervous breakdown sooner or later.
But, all in all, life now is so much better than the difficult summer life I had expected.
So much so that after receiving Ron's letter yesterday, he had to do some mental construction before he mustered up the courage to discuss with his aunt and uncle about going to a friend's house to celebrate his birthday.
After all, this birthday is so special, it is the first time since the relationship has eased.
Auntie has talked about it many times and wants to make up for her previous shortcomings.
A few days ago, my uncle brought a box back, but unusually, he didn't let Dali take a look at it. Harry had a hunch that it had something to do with him.
Even Dali said that he would give himself a surprise on his birthday.
but……
Looking at the invitation in my hand, I really want to go.
Finally, Harry stood behind his aunt for a while and gave up the idea of going to the Burrow.
Forget it, let’s spend time with my family.
"What's wrong, kid? What's the matter?" A big hand patted Harry's shoulder, startling him.
"Ah... no, no... nothing's wrong." The boy stammered back. How come my uncle is so big and walks without making a sound?
"Ha, you're a little too young if you want to hide it from me, so tell me quickly, don't do it to my mother-in-law."
Not to mention that Vernon was a business veteran who was good at observing people's words, but with Harry's performance, even a child in elementary school couldn't be fooled.
Harry had no choice but to tell the story of the invitation.
Unexpectedly, Vernon agreed.
In fact, Mr. Dursley was also quite worried. He wanted to make Harry's birthday more lively.
But on the one hand, I couldn't bear to invite those weirdos, and on the other hand, the excuse of a school for juvenile delinquents that I threw out before suddenly fell on my feet.
Skull hurts.
It can be seen that my nephew is quite moved by the invitation, so let him have a happy birthday.
But we still have to eat lunch at home.
Although dinner is the most formal meal in Britain, today, the Dursleys' lunch was even more sumptuous.
After dinner, Mr. Dursley took out the box. Inside was a set of sports protective gear.
Seeing the fat man in front of him seriously telling him to pay attention to his safety, Harry's nose felt a little sore.
Dali's surprise was all he expected - his own latest game console.
But due to the characteristics of Hogwarts, Muggle electronic products can only be used as decorations there.
So this thing had to be kept at home, and Harry told his cousin that he could still access it at any time.
Harry was still very happy about this. After all, Dali didn't know that electronic products couldn't be used in Hogwarts.
After receiving Aunt Petunia's gift, a few tears that rolled around in his eyes finally slipped out.
It was a photo album, which just made up for the lack of the part Hagrid gave him.
Harry looked through it eagerly.
Is this what my mother looked like when she was a child?
"You know, after she became a witch, our relationship was no longer as close as it once was, but I actually kept the photos of Lily before."
Petunia put her arm around Harry's shoulders and looked over. On the new page of photos, two little girls were standing arm in arm next to a big tree, with pure and bright smiles.
