Irritated, very irritable.
Lockhart hasn't been able to look away since Jerry took the diary out of Ernie's pocket.
Greedy, so greedy.
He has never wanted something as much as he does now, and Lockhart is even willing to trade all his fame and fans for this diary.
In order to get rid of Jerry, little Tom also worked hard. In order to stimulate the power of temptation to the extreme, not only did he throw away all the vitality he had just harvested, but even his previous savings were almost exhausted.
Now Riddle was like an old cat suffering from cold and hunger in winter. He was exhausted and had no strength to hunt. He could only drop his tail after accidentally discovering the cut ice, hoping to catch a silly fish.
As for what to do if he catches a shark, or catches nothing, and ends up freezing himself on the ice, Riddle no longer cares about it.
Unexpectedly, the dart he was forced to take hit the target.
Even though the diary has been drained, it is still in poor condition, and other adult wizards may not have such a big reaction.
But Lockhart was different, he was too paranoid.
His desires were pure, and due to his excessive reliance and addiction to the Oblivion Curse, Lockhart had a huge hole in his heart.
Almost the moment they met, Voldemort's first Horcrux easily broke through the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's defenses.
Lockhart looked at the diary that Jerry was playing with, with a mesmerized expression on his face, as if he was a severe fetish patient.
If the little mouse had taken underwear instead of a diary, I'm afraid Lockhart would have had the title of pervert in the near future, and the kind that had pictures and truth——
After receiving the galleons paid by Ani, a creature named Colin focused most of its attention on Lockhart.
But now the fetishist is very frustrated and annoyed.
He was enjoying reading it, but Aini put the diary away without even discussing it.
It is tolerable, but what is unbearable!
"Clang."
Lockhart stood up suddenly, knocking off his chair.
"Professor Lockhart, have you had your dinner?"
A serious female voice suddenly sounded, causing Lockhart to wake up from his inexplicable rage.
Professor McGonagall also came to the auditorium to dine, which was why Ani put away the Horcrux. Lockhart was the only one affected.
Ernie? what's the situation? What happened to you just now?
Lockhart looked confused. Was he going to attack Ani? Aren't you crazy, looking for abuse?
Of course he knew that if he didn't use the Forgetting Curse for a sneak attack, he wouldn't be Aini's opponent at all, but what was the thought just now?
Could it be that because that diary was very important to me, my body responded directly?
That's right, Lockhart didn't think there was anything abnormal about the diary at all. Its inexplicable attraction to him must be the guidance of magical power.
As a proud man of heaven, he has a special sense of being favored by magic and has a special sense of destiny. This is quite reasonable, isn't it?
Professor McGonagall glanced at the chair that was knocked against the wall again, and quickly walked to Ernie's desk without talking to Lockhart who was in a daze.
After discovering Minerva's figure, Ani not only put away the diary, but also deliberately suppressed the bloody smell on his body, otherwise the teacher would probably drag him to Madam Pomfrey's for a closer inspection.
Therefore, although Professor McGonagall was a little surprised why he was wearing a scarf today, his attention was immediately attracted by a small thing.
"This is?"
Mag grabbed Jerry on the table, but with the skills of the little mouse, how could she catch him.
Well, unless Ani gives the order.
"A perfect creation."
Regardless of Jerry's expression of resistance, the dean raised the little mouse to his eyes and looked at it carefully.
"Life is refined?"
Professor McGonagall tried to infiltrate her magic into
After analyzing Jerry's structure, Fang was able to resist the alien energy as soon as she came into contact with the surging life aura, which almost made her suspect that she had seen one of the ultimate goals of alchemy.
But with her top-notch attainments in puppet making, she still discovered the difference.
"No, no, this is not a life refinement. A half-life refinement? No, it's not either."
The witch tested Jerry's structure in various ways, mumbling words.
"It's a prosthetic body, a very perfect prosthetic body..."
After discovering Jerry's true nature, all the enthusiasm for technology on Mag's face faded, and he looked at Aini with eyes full of scrutiny.
That alchemical body is perfect and can protect and nourish the soul within it, but that's the problem.
The upright dean liked this child and had a good understanding of his character. He even played an important role in Aini's growth.
She trusted Aine, just as Dumbledore believed he could educate Riddle into a good person.
There is no shortage of people who play with souls in the magical world, and there are many methods of playing with souls. Even the *** area of Hogwarts contains a large number of related books.
After all, analyzing the soul is an unavoidable topic on the road to immortality.
But whether it is for research or as materials, it is taboo to tamper with the souls of innocent people. Even if it does not originate from humans, using the souls of small animals is still a dangerous beginning.
"It's the little mouse in the screaming shack, I used to say."
Ani first gave Jerry a comforting look, and then looked at Professor McGonagall, looking directly into her eyes. She didn't feel guilty at all about this matter.
He knew the answer the witch wanted and had no objection to it.
Worrying that you will go astray is a great kindness.
Sure enough, after hearing Aini's answer, Mag's pursed lips instantly relaxed.
She knew that Aini had retained the soul of a little mouse. The old professor was very pleased with the student's attitude towards life at that time.
Especially when he could always remember that he truly fulfilled his promise to that inconspicuous creature.
Although Mag didn't know the specific cost, making such a perfect prosthetic body would definitely require a lot of precious materials. .br>
The witch didn't want to say anything more about this, but she supported Dumbledore's approach even more. Ani must be the best successor to the white wizard, bar none.
After tossing and turning Jerry around for a while, Mag placed the little mouse back on the table.
The level of this creation is very high, but it's a pity that it doesn't follow the same path as hers.
To put it bluntly, the vice-principal is not as arrogant as Aini and cannot afford this...
No matter which discipline it is, branches involving the soul have one thing in common - expensive, very expensive, extremely expensive.
It's so expensive that if you go the wrong way, it won't yield any results, and it's enough to drag forces like the Malfoy family into bankruptcy.
In fact, there are many families with a long history who were dragged down by soul research on the road to pursuing immortality, and never recovered after that.
"Ani, I don't want you to live in praise, but I still have to say that I am proud of you."
Professor McGonagall showed a cheerful smile, this was his student.
"Thank you, Minerva. I have always been proud to be called your student."
