The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

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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 is physical contact, it is much easier for Phoenix to lead people to teleport, but due to the strange smell on the two boys, Fox resolutely skipped the hand-holding link, and sent them over as soon as he showed up, and then disappeared without a trace no trace.

No way, after entering the closed classroom, the smell on the two of them became more obvious, and Aini has already decided to change to a teleportation point next time.

After an awkward greeting, the boys fled in panic.

Harry was going back to wash and change into clean clothes.

Ditto for Ron, and Scabbers had to take a bath too. God knows what mood he was in when he took the mouse out of the toilet not long ago, it must have been worse than Harry peed his pants anyway.

If he could afford a new pet, the boy would have smashed it right then - but poverty makes him kind!

If it wasn't for Ginny...

"Snapped!"

Ron, who had just walked into the bathroom, slapped himself, how could he think so, it was the treasure of the family.

Children will always have some weird thoughts, and adults' thoughts are even more impure, but as long as they can maintain their rationality and prevent their inner evil thoughts from turning into actions, they can still be a good person.

But the problem is, the hand that Ron slapped on the face just now is the one that took Banban out of his pocket just now!

vomit……

Hermione went straight to the auditorium after washing up, a little surprised how the two boys were slower than her, but Aini was already sitting on the teacher's seat.

It's still early today, and most of the professors are not in the auditorium. Only Lockhart is sitting next to Aini. This guy never misses the opportunity to appear in public. Every day, he enters the auditorium early and opens the screen until everyone leaves. It was almost time before he put his tail away and left.

Aini glanced helplessly at the chattering star writer, wouldn't it be good 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 too much Oblivion Curse on others, his own memory would also decline?

Every time after being hit by Aini, Lockhart would stop for a day, and then he would remain the same the next day. He was a model of remembering to eat but not to hit, and even the most naughty dog ​​would stay away.

When mentioning the dog, Aini's eyes blurred for a moment - he thought of the little black back raised in his previous life.

When Dad brought it up, the little guy hadn't opened his eyes yet, and he bottle-fed him bit by bit, feeding, playing, and shoveling shit every day.

When 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 didn't dare to move.

It's a pity that the dog got too big, so I had to send it to my hometown, and I couldn't see him several times a year.Even so, Gouzi's eyes are still gentle every time he repeats this little game.

Aini raised a finger unconsciously, and his eyes were also full of warmth.

Seeing the softened expression of the professor of transfiguration, Lockhart was flattered and at the same time felt a little terrified. He really wanted the benefits brought by Aini's status, but he only sold art, face, and integrity, and really didn't sell anything else. ah.

Besides, what the hell is that look on your son's face?

Then Lockhart discovered that the "son" was not himself, but a strange little mouse.

After Ani took it out of his pocket, Jerry's pupils turned into heart shapes, and he jumped directly into the plate of chicken legs.

"Eat high, eat high, eat high, eat high..."

Under Lockhart's stunned gaze, a certain brown-skinned mouse picked up the chicken leg and thrust it into its mouth. Only a bone remained in its hand. After chewing a few more times, it began to repeat the previous action. It becomes empty.

Jerry hiccupped, pulled out a slender chicken fibula from his mouth, and picked out his big, neat teeth.

Looking at the non-mainstream mouse's more stylish teeth than his own, Lockhart suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Aini scratched the little guy's head with his raised index finger, and Jerry happily hugged his big hand and turned up, crawling along his arm all the way to the owner's chest, with one hand on the magic pocket on the robe, and the other hand poking in from inside Pulled out the faded diary.

After finishing the play earlier, it suddenly occurred to him that it seemed unnecessary for Tom Meow to learn to write. Since Voldemort also had this name, it would be fine if he was half a cat.

Cats repel cats and mice attract, and it seems like it would be a better idea to have Jerry entertain Tom.

Seeing Jerry take out a quill from nowhere, and start writing directly in the diary without dipping the ink, Aini reached out and touched his head, secretly praising you—you are such a clever little ghost.

You can be a person!

As soon as the diary appeared, Lockhart couldn't move his eyes any longer. He felt that it was very important to him. Seeing that Ernie let a mouse scribble on it, he wished he could rush up and replace it with himself. It would be great if it was me who wrote on it.

Are all the students nowadays so unmanned?

Little Tom under the page was also cursing secretly.

After getting the diary, Aini also tried to communicate with the young Riddle a few times to see if he could get any benefit out of it.

As a result, little Tom was as fine as a ghost, and after finding that he couldn't draw life force from himself, and couldn't shake his mental defense, he refused to write with Aini anymore, and went straight into hibernation, not even giving him a chance to pluck the wool.

Aini didn't dare to let other little wizards touch the diary, it was too risky and unnecessary.

But no matter how cunning little Tom is, he still has to drink Jerry's footwashing water.

Its body can not only absorb energy from food, but also convert it into vitality, and quantify the output, only giving a little bit to the diary each time.

That is, it is not enough for it to unlock too extraordinary abilities, but it can hang it without giving up trapping delicacies.

The problem of spiritual erosion is better solved, just add a virtual soul.

Aini is gentle with others, but he is not a pure and kind person, and the materials he needs are in his pocket.

So even though it was only the second exchange, Tom and Jerry had a very pleasant chat...

【Tom, what have you been doing in the toilet for so many years? Did you put it in the diary?Will it smell bad?And what do you use to wipe your ass?Do you want to get started? 】

[Tom Tom, I just ate chicken drumsticks, it feels so good, 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 in. 】

【Tom...】

Well, it was Jerry who was very happy, swish, swish, and a bunch of weird questions popped up on the paper. Little Tom had to be patient in order to recharge his energy, and he had to try his best to give mellow answers.

During the last exchange, his tone was a little harsher. Jerry buried the diary directly in the soil, and dug it out again after going out to play for a while.

***!Don't let me know who took out the diary!

Riddle, whose mental age is still at the age of 16, hopped and yelled 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 Horcruxes to those two weirdos.

Perhaps Lucius should be grateful that the Horcrux has always been under Aini's control, otherwise he might be dying!