"Ani, can you teach me Occlumency?"
Harry looked over again with hope. Aini was always willing to help them, and could explain difficult knowledge that made people scratch their heads in an easy-to-understand manner. Maybe he would be able to learn Occlumency soon.
It's a pity that he will be disappointed this time, but Ani is willing to teach him. Doesn't the wool he gave him smell good?
The problem is that Aini himself doesn't know how to do Occlumency, a highly professional magic.
Because he has no need to use it at all. After the magic perception is advanced, no one can invade his brain.
"Sorry, Harry. I don't know this magic."
Before the disappointment showed on the boy's face, Aini changed his tone and continued: "But there may be a gentleman who is willing to teach you. I will consult him later."
"Can you tell me his name?"
Harry raised his head warily. There was probably only one person in Hogwarts who needed consultation to determine whether he was willing to teach him.
Although the boy always showed that he was troubled by his fame, if he was told a way to get rid of the title of "Savior", Harry would never try it.
Isn't it his deepest desire to become the center of attention and move from the marginalized corners to the center of the brightly lit stage?
What's more, the fame his mother left him could not only satisfy a little boy's vanity, but also bring many substantial benefits.
For example...the favor of professors.
Maybe not everyone would be like Flitwick, who fell off the book when Harry's name was called, but it was undeniable that almost all professors would treat him differently.
Expectation, pity, gratitude, distress...
For example, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall and others, while making the boy's fragile self-esteem sting, they also made him feel an inexplicable warmth.
And those with ulterior motives, such as Gilderoy Lockhart, who want to take advantage of Harry, will naturally treat him differently.
To the boy there was only one person who stood out.
Potions Professor Severus Snape, like a cat whose tail was stepped on thousands of times in his previous life, has been tirelessly attacking him since he entered school.
Harry was afraid that he would hear this name again in Aini's next sentence - he didn't want to be admitted to the campus hospital again for some weird reason.
Fortunately, the subsequent conversation did not turn the boy's anxiety into panic. The person in Ani's mouth made him look forward to the taste of Christmas pudding.
"Mr. Remus Lupin said he would return to England around Christmas. I think you should still remember this name."
Aini obviously understood what the boy was afraid of and directly stated his plan.
"Mr. Lupin!"
Harry growled excitedly. He would read the diary sent by the other party every day. The simple writing was a little less literary than Mr. Slughorn, but it showed more sincere emotions between friends.
An ordinary wooden box and an ordinary small book are now the most cherished treasures of "rich man" Harry, and their status in his heart even vaguely surpasses those photos that cannot "speak".
Harry repeatedly tried to contact the other party using an owl, but Hedwig was indifferent to the recipient's name. Hermione told him that it was Mr. Lupin who had used the anti-tracking charm on him.
"That's great, I'm still wondering how to contact him. Thank you, Ani."
The boy believed they had a lot to talk about, and the two could chat about how their father won the Quidditch Cup, or ask them how many hard-to-find secret passages they had found during their fun adventures in the castle.
"It's nothing. I think Mr. Lupine would be willing to communicate with you if you have time."
Ani responded with a smile, then looked at Ron and Hermione who were a little sleepy, and sensed the time.
"Eleven-seven, I think you should go to bed."
When they heard that morning was approaching, the three little ones looked at each other.
, Filch should be catching those students who violate the curfew, right? If we run back now, does it mean we are surrendering to the trap?
Then all six eyes stared at Aini in unison.
"Okay, you can't go back without Professor McGonagall opening the door, so just stay at my place for the time being."
Ani snapped his fingers, and a silver-white "Tom" rushed out of the window and disappeared in a flash.
"I have already reported it to Professor McGonagall for you, but you'd better be more honest these days and don't mess with her."
ah! ?
The three little faces fell instantly, and the little excitement that they had just learned that they could stay up all night immediately disappeared without a trace.
They could already imagine Professor McGonagall's current expression, but the three of them would rather know nothing about it...
"Okay, be happy, you will have a space of your own tonight. Come with me."
After speaking, Aini greeted them and led them out of the tree house.
Halloween is approaching, and the night wind passing through the forest makes the three little ones tighten their collars. The dry leaves come with the wind and make a "clicking" sound on the human body.
The unicorns formed a circle in the center of the clearing, leaning against each other and looking up at the night sky. Without the ubiquitous optical pollution in Muggle cities, the stars in the sky were clear and ethereal, and they were surprisingly consistent with the prone white elves in the forest. It is the beauty of heaven and earth that is divided into two parts. One is in heaven and the other is in the world.
"Ang~"
Fili called happily, inviting Aini to watch the stars with them.
On the neck of the big unicorn, the kitten lay there lazily, and Lulu was with it, its two little tails swaying one after another, very leisurely.
Fox had no interest in the stars. He stood in front of Shay, staring at the big belly and looking left and right, as if he was very curious about the little life conceived in it.
Hermione secretly thought that it was no wonder the room was so quiet just now. It turned out that the little ones had all run out to play.
Ani walked to the edge of the unicorn group and took out two small tents.
He prepared this for taking his assistants on a camping trip during the summer vacation, and it has been in his pocket ever since.
Although it looks like an ordinary single-person tent, it is actually under the Invisible Stretch Charm. There are four rooms inside, and the beds and bedding are complete, enough for three people to use tonight.
"The ones on the left are for boys and the ones on the right are for girls. Go to bed early and remember to avoid Professor McGonagall tomorrow. Good night."
After saying that, Aini walked towards Fili. Let's sleep with the unicorns tonight, and we can also take care of the little wizard nearby.
Walking into the center of the circle, Aini lay on his back on the grass. Today's moon was missing a piece. It turned out that he had unknowingly missed the Mid-Autumn Festival again.
In this life, there are people to celebrate Christmas with me, but no one to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with me.
Aini closed her eyes and let the moonlight pass across her face, feeling suddenly sad.
After a small rustling sound, a hairy body squeezed open the hem of the loose wizard's robe and arched into his arms.
"Meow~"
Tom crawled and crawled, and poked his little head out of his master's collar. Nono let out a soft cry.
"Good boy, I'm not sad. I'm happy every day with you by my side."
Ani rubbed the cat's head, and the sadness just now disappeared.
Haha, no matter whether it’s a holiday or not, my friends will always be with me.
