"Hi Ani, how are you?"
Two strong arms crossed Aini's shoulders and gave him a big hug.
"Thanks, Schiller. I'm fine, and it looks like you're doing well here. How about it? I told you that Lake Lucerne is a great place."
Ani hugged back, and it wasn't until a few seconds later that the man opposite let go of his arm and took a step back.
"Of course, of course, I like this place. I didn't want to put those wooden things on my body before. Ivan is really a genius. He made this set of things that are just like the real ones. They actually still have feelings. He made me whole again. "
Kettleburn waves his arms in a coordinated movement that makes it hard to imagine that just last year, one of them stood in a place that was empty.
Since he was injured by black magic, he has received many prosthetic limbs from friends. However, although those things can obey commands, he would not bother to use those completely insensible things unless he was really inconvenient to move.
"As long as you like it, Ivan's ability is trustworthy. Cappe told me that the research on salamanders is progressing very quickly, and maybe it won't take long to remove the remaining poison of black magic from your body."
Aini first praised him. Evan Walker was the person in charge of a research area and a rare master of alchemy under Merlin. He was the one responsible for the research on salamanders.
After Kettleburn arrived, Salamander became more compliant and solved Ivan's big problem. Over time, the two of them also developed some friendship, and they put a lot of effort into making his prosthetic limbs, which were lifelike.
"It will probably take a while. The blood essence extracted from the blood of salamanders does have strong restorative properties, but there was something wrong with the follow-up tests. There were several times when the blood essence came into contact with the residual poison of black magic. Alienation occurred during this period. This situation occurred fourteen times, and only one was benign..."
As he spoke, Kettleburn spread his arms and gestured to both sides, encircling a large area.
"One time, the mutant magic even burned the container. Fortunately, because of the previous accident, Ms. Capet raised the risk level of the experiment and strengthened the protective barrier on the site."
"Cape didn't mention this last time. Are you okay?"
As soon as he asked, Aini suddenly smiled. If there was an irreversible accident, how could Cappe not tell him? Besides, various situations would inevitably arise during research and experiments, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.
Then Professor Kettleburn's answer confirmed his suspicion just now, but after confirming that the blood essence could not be used in a short period of time, Aini still felt disappointed.
Exactly now is the time when we need this thing the most...
"There was some trouble at Hogwarts last month?"
Some ties cannot be severed by resigning. Taking advantage of the break in the conversation, the old professor hurriedly revealed the problem that he had been worried about for a long time.
"It's not good. A boy attacked this year's freshmen. Fudge was behind it and wanted to make some articles about it. Now that the news has reached you, almost the whole world should know about it."
The two of them walked side by side towards the venue. From the happy reunion of old friends, to talking about the temporary inability to use blood essence, to the attack on Hogwarts, the atmosphere of the conversation dropped again and again.
"Ha, old Schiller may have gotten the news earlier than you. When little Fox came to pick up Minerva, I happened to be with her, almost there. We were walking to the lake and talking about some interesting things from the past. Who think……"
Kettleburn said, pointing to the tree-lined path leading to the lake not far away. It was indeed a good place for a walk.
"This is the first time in my memory that I have seen a teacher ask for leave. No one expected that such a thing would happen."
The two of them strolled forward slowly, their hearts filled with regret.
Half of it was for Romilda, and the other half was for Mag.
"Don't tell me it's you. This is the first time for me to see Minerva take leave, and she was called back halfway. Otherwise, maybe Hogwarts will have another great wizard now."
Kettleburn shook his head, great wizard, how many great wizards are there in the entire magic world now.
"I can feel that the teacher has taken a crucial step. The lock has been unlocked. Sooner or later, the door will be opened."
Ani's mood was much lighter than Kettleburn's. The last time she saw her teacher at Hogwarts, although her mood was low, the magic in her body was much more active and calm than before.
The two states seem to be in conflict, but in fact there is no conflict for the wizard. At this time, the magic power in Professor McGonagall's body is like a mountain pass and a flat lake. If it does not move, it will be pure and waveless.
Once mobilized, whether it pours down and sweeps through the valley, or a volcano erupts into the sky, it is unparalleled before.
"Aini~"
"Professor Kettleburn~"
While they were talking, the two of them had already approached the venue, and several young wizards greeted them happily.
"Going to serve at Hogwarts was definitely the best thing I did in my life."
The children's joy instantly dispelled the gloom in the old professor's heart. He laughed loudly and rushed into the crowd, leaving Aini behind.
There was a snow field in front of it, and the Lake Lucerne area had not yet reached freezing this year. It was obviously a specially arranged landscape using magic. But when Kettleburn and more than a dozen children ran in and started a snowball fight, the ground was suddenly covered with chicken feathers. .
"I don't know how to fix this!"
An angry voice sounded from behind. Ani looked back and saw Mrs. Weasley with her hands on her hips, angrily looking at the snowy scene that had changed drastically.
"Good afternoon, Molly."
Ani greeted her and looked at Mrs. Weasley's frantic look. The doubts in her heart were cleared. No wonder the dance venue was so uniquely decorated, antique and elegant yet lively. It must have been all done by Molly.
In fact, this is also the case. Even though the mother of the seventh Weasley son seems unremarkable, looking like a middle-aged and prosperous ordinary housewife, she is an upright lady, the legitimate daughter of the long-standing Prewett family, and may be one of her successors. The arrival of seven children and daily trivial matters made her restrain her temper, but she had a beautiful heart, and she could amaze others by showing off her skills occasionally.
"Hello, Ani."
Hearing Aini's greeting, Molly immediately changed her face and happily gave Aini a big hug.
It was a familiar hug. This was the second hug that Aini received after arriving at the manor. The two exchanged a few words and the atmosphere was very pleasant. During this period, they naturally complimented the venue decoration.
"Oh hehehe, my family often held dance parties when I was a kid. I have seen a lot of them and I have some experience."
Mrs. Weasley laughed cheerfully, as if she was thinking of her happy childhood life, but the tone of her voice became lower after a few laughs, and the face that was full of joy just now also had a bit of nostalgia and sentimentality on it.
After all, the three Prewett brothers and sisters are not much different in age, and most of the happy childhood scenes include each other.
Some pains are so profound that time can only alleviate the heartbreaking feeling, but it cannot eliminate the longing and regret in my heart.
Few people are unwilling to remove physical scars, but some heart wounds are painful but difficult to let go of.
Because there are important people in that pain, there is a cherished past, there is nostalgia, and there is even more love.
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