"Hu~ha~hu~ha~"
For a moment, the only things in Harry's world were the big dog looking over and his own heavy breathing.
It's not fake.
As a seeker, the boy with glasses had very sharp eyesight, and the two consecutive lightning bolts captured the big dog in every detail.
It was a big dog with jet black fur. Even though he caught a glimpse of it every time, Harry still believed that it was the dog he had encountered before.
How can this be?
You must know that the first time I saw the big dog was when Aini picked him up in Bourton Street to go to the Leaky Cauldron.
The second time was in the Weasley's yard, when the big dog stood by the woods on the edge of the village of St. Catchpole.
The third and fourth times were both at Hogwarts.
The distance is so short to a wizard, but a dog...
In the boy's confused vision, the big dog took a few steps forward, and Harry slowly moved away from the window sill.
"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here?"
Harry was startled by the sudden female voice. He turned his head and saw his dean looking at him with a scrutinizing face.
"Ah...I just saw..."
Remembering his experience in the divination class in the morning, the boy turned back and looked out the window mid-sentence.
Sure enough, there was nowhere to see the shadow of the big dog by the lake, only the shadow of the giant squid's "hand" twisting endlessly under the light of lightning.
"...I was just looking at the giant squid, and it seemed to be gesturing something."
Thinking of Ron's series of "prophecies" after he mentioned Big Dog, the boy somehow lied.
"Well, Acaster always gets excited when it rains. Try to stay away from the lake at such times. You may not be able to withstand his good-natured play."
Professor McGonagall looked out along Harry's line of sight and said with some nostalgia.
When she was in school, the giant squid was more lively than it is now, and often played with the students. But since he photographed seven little wizards into the school doctor's office, Acaster was warned and has been quieter since then.
"Go back quickly, curfew is coming soon, don't run around."
"Okay, I'm going back, Professor."
Watching the boy run away, Mag touched her right leg. She was also one of the seventh...
Recalling his "great achievements" during his student days, Mag's usually serious face put on a nostalgic smile.
"Hi, Minerva."
As if it was an instant replay, Professor McGonagall, who was immersed in past memories, was also startled. .br>
No sound when walking?
The Vice-Principal muttered, but he didn't expect that he suddenly appeared behind Harry just now.
What few people know is that the witch's behavior is intentional and can probably be classified as a girl's deep-seated heart.
After all, that was an Animagus that took the form of a cat. How could it be really serious and old-fashioned?
"Do you want to go back? It's raining heavily outside."
Even though she knew that it was impossible for the other party to invade her mind, the "green past" that had just circulated in her mind not long ago still made Mag feel like a girl who had been caught red-handed doing something bad, with an almost invisible blush on her face.
"Hey, it's a little inconvenient for me to stay. See you tomorrow, teacher."
Professor McGonagall knew what "inconvenience" meant. Hermione was almost fourteen years old and was a big girl, and now Ani's office had almost become the president's office of the Transfiguration Society. The girl usually slept there at night. there.
In fact, even among professors, there are some who complain. Although they are too lazy to pay attention to them, they still have to avoid suspicion.
After all, he had obtained tangible benefits for Hermione, so it was only natural that he should pay a little attention. First update@
Besides... Well, Hermione is not in the office at night, who will approve the little wizard's homework? Aini?
Yep, he's just a professor of transfiguration, but he's actually a fisherman who only loves to pluck wool.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier. Seeing that the teacher had the urge to preach again, Aini quickly took the opportunity to say goodbye, opened the window and jumped out from the second floor.
"Bang~"
The last corner of the robe was rolled up to the window, and then the two sides parted, turning into huge wings that carried the owner into the rain. (This chapter is not finished yet!)
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within the curtain.
"Hey! This kid..."
Seeing the student rashly climbing out of the window, Mag muttered angrily, and then thought of the ridiculous things he did when he was young, which made him feel more intimate.
That's all, who hasn't been there since he was young? With a change of heart, the witch gave up her plan to teach the other party next time.
Over at the tree house, Ani had already made arrangements, and there was Sylvie. Tom and the others were not exposed to the rain. Ani spread his wings to cut through the rain curtain, feeling his chest relaxed, and was not in a hurry to go back on a whim.
Speaking of which, he hasn't flown for a while. Since his Nirvana with Fox, various space protections in the magic world can hardly restrain him. When distance is no longer an obstacle, the process is often omitted.
But in many cases, it is the process, not the result, that brings happiness.
When Aini flies freely, he feels the pleasure of "seven-shot super god".
The tree crown slid below, and the naughty raindrops did not wet the clothes, but just gathered around him and danced together.
Tick-tock...tick-tock...
In the quiet rainy night, Aini once again thought of Sanchez, Gedea, Xiaowu, and Tutu who went home with Newt last year.
In the blink of an eye, it has been more than a year since the little ones were sent to Flamel's place, and I don't know how they are doing now.
With the longing in his heart, Aini seemed to see the azure beach in his hometown of Dorset, flying over the rippling sea of trees.
The Manhattan-style house in the United States of the last century still retains the laughter of Aini when he first arrived.
If you don't count the basement area, the cabin is not big, but it is kept warm and tidy by Tina.
Aini's bedroom is on the second floor. You can say hello to the sea when you open the window. Under the window is an old desk. Since he was 12 years old, he has been writing on it under Minerva's supervision. Ass A. Scamander is well-known in academia.
The bookshelf is next to the table, and when Aini is writing a paper, he can get the books he needs just by raising his hand.
Behind the desk is a wooden bed, which already has some weak magical response. If Ani had not come to Hogwarts, maybe it would be activated in a few years.
In addition, there is only one clothes rack in the room. The space is really not big, but it is Aini's peaceful haven, which can protect him from wind and rain.
Even if you haven't returned home for a long time, as long as your home is still there, you will have a direction to rely on.
Looking at the young wizard walking through the rain, Blake carefully hid in the bushes. He was already soaked through.
Raindrops fell on his back and slid down his belly, slowly taking away the only heat from his body.
He had been to the Forbidden Forest during the rain, with James and Remus beside him, and Wormtail following behind.
I was also soaked all over, but I felt so carefree at that time. What flowed in my veins was not the tired blood that was gradually losing its temperature, but a high spirit.
James is his best friend. They go to school together, play together, win honors for the college and themselves together, and crush the pride of others into the mud together.
But today, he is covered with mud and water, and he has withered away without anyone stepping on him.
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Thank you friends for your support and companionship.
Sleepy cat, Zzz…Zzz
Good night meow~.
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