Just as Hermione was about to say something, Fox landed on Aini's shoulder, and then the four of them appeared in an abandoned classroom in the corridor on the second floor.
In fact, if there was physical contact, it would be much easier for Phoenix to transport people. However, in view of the strange smell on the two boys, Fox decisively skipped the hand-holding step and sent them over as soon as he appeared, and then disappeared without a trace. No trace.
There was no other way. After entering the closed classroom, the smell on the two of them became more obvious. Aini had decided to change the transmission point next time.
After an awkward greeting, the boys fled in panic.
Harry wanted to go back to wash up and put on clean clothes.
Ron did the same, and he also had to give Scabbers a bath. God knows how he felt when he took the mouse out of the toilet not long ago. Anyway, it must have been worse than Harry peed his pants.
If he could afford a new pet, the boy would have smashed it flat - but poverty made him kind!
If it weren't for Ginny...
"Snapped!"
Ron, who had just walked into the bathroom, slapped himself. How could he think so? That was the treasure of the family.
Children will always have some weird thoughts, and adults' thoughts are even more impure. But as long as you can stay rational and don't let the evil thoughts in your heart turn into actions, you can still be a good person.
But the problem is, the hand that Ron slapped on the face just now is the same one that just took Scabbers out of his pocket!
vomit……
Hermione went straight to the auditorium after washing up. She was a little surprised that the two boys were slower than her, but Ani was already sitting on the teacher's seat.
It was still early today, and most of the professors were not in the auditorium. Lockhart was the only one sitting next to Ernie. This guy never missed an opportunity to appear in public. He entered the auditorium early every day and opened his screen until everyone left. When it was almost done, he put away his tail and left.
Aini glanced helplessly at the chattering star writer and asked, "Wouldn't it be better to show your eight big teeth to the little wizards?" Don't bother yourself.
He really didn't understand Lockhart's brain circuit. Could it be that if he used the Forgetting Curse on others too much, his own memory would also decline?
Every time after being attacked by Ernie, Lockhart would stay quiet for a day, and then remain the same the next day. He was a model of eating rather than fighting, and even the most shameless dog would stay away.
When it came to dogs, Aini's eyes blurred for a moment - he remembered the little black back he had raised in his previous life.
The little guy had not yet opened his eyes when his father brought him over. He fed him little by little with a bottle, feeding him, playing with him, and shoveling poop every day.
After the dog grew up, Aini always put his fingers into the little black back's mouth when it was eating, and laughed at the way the dog wanted to eat but did not dare to move.
Unfortunately, the dog became too big and had to be sent to his hometown, where he could not see him more than a few times a year. Even so, every time this little game is repeated, the dog's eyes are still gentle.
Aini raised a finger unconsciously, his eyes also filled with warmth.
Seeing the softened expression of the Transfiguration Professor, Lockhart was flattered and at the same time a little embarrassed. He was indeed greedy for the benefits brought by Ani's identity, but he only sold his art, face, and integrity, and really didn't sell anything else. ah.
Besides, what the hell is that look on your face looking at your son?
Then Lockhart discovered that his "son" was not himself, but a strange little mouse.藲忿尛螞网
After Aini took it out of his pocket, Jerry's pupils turned into heart shapes and he jumped directly into the plate with chicken legs.
"Eat up, eat up, eat up, eat up..."
Under Lockhart's dumbfounded gaze, a certain brown-skinned rat picked up the chicken leg and thrust it into his mouth. Only one bone remained in his hand. He chewed it for a few more times and then started to repeat the previous action. Soon, there was It becomes empty.
Jerry burped, took out a slender chicken fibula from his mouth, and picked up his neat white teeth.
Looking at the non-mainstream rat's teeth, which were even more stylish than his own, Lockhart suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Ani scratched the little guy's head with his raised index finger. Jerry happily hugged his big hand and turned over.
Climbing along the arm to the master's chest, he put one hand on the magic pocket on the robe and reached in with the other to pull out the faded diary.
After finishing the play earlier, he suddenly thought that there was no need for Tom to learn to write. Since Voldemort was also named that way, he was half a cat.
Cats repel each other and cats and mice attract each other, so it seems a better idea to let Jerry entertain little Tom.
Seeing Jerry taking out a quill pen from nowhere and starting to write in the diary without dipping it in ink, Ani reached out and touched his head, secretly praising you - you are such a clever little guy.
You can be a human being!
As soon as the diary appeared, Lockhart could no longer take his eyes away. He intuitively felt that the thing was very important to him. When he saw Ani letting a mouse scribble on it, he wanted to rush forward and replace it with his own body. If only I were the one writing on it.
Are all the juniors today so inhumane?
Little Tom was also cursing secretly under the page.
After getting the diary, Aini also tried to communicate with the young Riddle several times to see if he could get any benefits out of it.
As a result, little Tom was as smart as a ghost. After finding that he could not draw life force from himself and could not shake his mental protection, he no longer refused to talk to Aini and went directly into hibernation, not even giving him a chance to collect wool.
Aini didn't dare to let other little wizards have access to the diary. The risk was too high and it was unnecessary.
But no matter how cunning little Tom is, he still wants to drink Jerry's foot-washing water.
Its body can not only absorb energy from food, but also convert it into vitality and output it quantitatively, giving only a little bit to the diary at a time.
That is, it is not enough to allow it to unlock too extraordinary abilities, but it can also keep it from giving up on trapping delicious food.
The problem of spiritual erosion is better solved by adding a virtual soul.
Aini is gentle to others, but he is not a pure and kind person. He has the necessary materials in his pocket.
So even though it was only their second exchange, little Tom and Jerry had a very pleasant chat...
[Tom, how did you solve the problem of going to the toilet for so many years? Did you put it in your diary? Will it smell bad? And what do you use to wipe your butt? Get started right away? 】
[Tom Tom, I just ate chicken legs. It feels great. Do you want to taste it? Oh, you can't eat it, why don't I throw the diary into the pot, maybe some juice can seep into it. 】
【Tom...】
Well, Jerry was very happy. Swish, swish, swish, and a bunch of weird questions popped up on the page. In order to recharge his energy, little Tom had to endure it and try his best to give smooth answers.
In the last exchange, his tone was a little tougher. Jerry buried the diary in the soil and went out to play around before digging it out again.
***! Don't let me know who took out the diary!
Riddle, whose mental age was still at sixteen, jumped and cursed in his diary. If his plan went well, the first thing he would do after regaining his life would be to find out who gave the Horcrux to those two weirdos.
Maybe Lucius should be grateful that the Horcrux has always been under Aini's control, otherwise he might be in trouble!
