"Wristbands? No way, maybe they're just mutated scales. Like our birthmarks?"
Next to Hermione, Ron was arguing with Seamus enthusiastically. In fact, even he didn't believe what came out of his mouth.
"Whose birthmark can grow so neatly! Look carefully, there is a spot on it that reflects light."
……
The little witch ignored the boring argument between the two boys and fixed her eyes on Aini.
With that color and shape, it looked like a belt that a man had taken off in front of her, and the reflective part was the buckle, okay!
"Hermione, if you have any questions, we'll talk to you later. I have something to do with Harry."
Aini said and looked around, and the girl immediately understood. Indeed, this is not a good place to talk.
Especially when the content involves some secrets.
So the girl sat quietly and watched them walk out of the auditorium.
After arriving at the cloister, Aini did not stop until he walked out of the castle gate, and then turned to face the boy behind him.
"Ani, if there's anything else, please feel free to tell me."
Harry looked at the other person eagerly and spoke eagerly before he could speak.
Speaking of which, his childhood experience made the boy feel somewhat inferior, and the impact of his long-term inferiority situation may be with him throughout his life.
Not being able to feel family affection and not having a single friend, the loneliness, loneliness, emptiness, humility, and embarrassing situation made Harry a combination of expressive personality and extreme reward personality.
He believes that he is brave, but he knows that he is afraid of criticism and failure in his heart; he also knows that there are many things that he cannot do, but he still hopes that everything will be perfect.
This makes him always entangled with himself, invisible barriers are erected around him, and he seems a bit unsociable.
Without the sun, people will value candlelight.
Because of his desire for friendship, Harry is willing to give back every ray of kindness shown to him.
Hogwarts Limited Edition - A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring.
Of course, the above is not a disparagement. After all, the most likely result of knowing everyone in the world is to know no one.
Without this kind of character trait, Aini might not have put so much thought into boys.
Even if Aini can receive some special rewards, he is still more willing to help those who have received favors and think about how to repay them, rather than racking their brains and just want to continue to ask for things.
Just like Harry.
He felt that he had received too much from Aini. The boy did not know how to repay, but he was eager to repay the other person's kindness.
Facing Harry's eager gaze, Aini also felt a warmth in his heart. Receiving roses from others left a lingering fragrance in his hands. Fame and wealth are inevitable in life, but he should not completely constrain his mind.
"Haha, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Harry. I came to you today because of my commitment to last semester."
Aini smiled and patted the boy's shoulder and handed the package over.
"This is?"
Harry took the package doubtfully and could easily see the two wooden boxes inside through the torn holes. One looked ordinary, while the other was beautifully decorated.
At Aini's signal, the boy opened the ordinary-looking box.
"I said if you could get an 'O' in Potions, I would tell you the story of the Potters. You did well, Harry."
A not too big, but very powerful hand touched the boy's head, conveying the warmth between people.
"But I haven't had any contact with them, and the information I learned was all hearsay. It seemed a little thin as a reward, so I wrote a letter to the other two people, and they were the ones who sorted out the two boxes for you.
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At this time, Harry had already opened the wooden box, and inside was a stack of notebooks. The boy opened the notebook and found that there were excerpts from the diary.
Obviously some privacy was cut off by the owner of the diary, making the content less coherent, but even so, the not-so-beautiful words on the paper quickly attracted the boy's attention.
Word by word, those words seemed to take him to Hogwarts more than twenty years ago. Through the hurried handwriting, Harry seemed to see a boy or girl who was one year younger than himself.
He came by boat on the Black Lake and headed towards the ancient castle from his current location.
"Come to your senses, Harry. You can take them back to the dormitory and read them after class." Aini called the boy's consciousness back from reading the words, and realized that he had been careless and should have waited until dinner before handing them over to Harry.
Profit.
Judging from the boy's appearance after putting the box back in the dormitory, he probably had no intention of studying today.
"What you are looking at now was sent by Mr. Potter's good friend Remus Lupin. They were inseparable when they were in school. I think the information will be much more detailed than what I heard from hearsay."
Seeing Harry obediently put the diary back into the box, Ani nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the gorgeous wooden box and said: "This is prepared for you by Professor Slughorn, who used to be a Hogwarts professor."
The Potions Professor of Ci."
After experiencing the surprise from Lupin, Harry was full of expectations for the second wooden box, but the words "potions professor" dispersed a lot of regret in his heart for not having time to open the box and check it out.<
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"Mrs. Potter is Professor Slughorn's beloved disciple. I heard that for a while, he would boast that he had a student with extraordinary talent."
Ani's subsequent explanation made Harry feel ashamed of his own prejudice, and he hugged the two boxes together.
"Thank you, Ani, thank you very much." Harry thanked him gratefully. The box contained exactly what he had dreamed of.
In the past, a boy would be satisfied just seeing the phantom of his family. But people change, and so do desires.
After receiving two photo albums one after another, Harry was filled with joy, but knowing what his parents looked like, he naturally wanted to know more about what kind of people they were.
It is a pity that among the people at the school who have come into contact with his parents, the professors are not allowed to say much under Dumbledore's instruction. Otherwise, Snape would definitely be happy to tell the boy what kind of bastard his father was.
You don’t even need to add fuel to the fire, just tell the truth. Snape wasn’t the only one who suffered from those bastard things the Marauders did back then.
Otherwise, they should be renamed the White Cloud Team, and Snape might no longer have to worry about greasy hair, because it was bald when he was a student!
If Harry knew a completely real father, God knows how much impact it would have on his outlook. After all, the father in a boy's fantasy is always perfect and great, but in reality...
Reality will give him a slap on the forehead!
There is nothing that cannot be said about Lily, but he cannot just hide the information about his father, as that would look more problematic.
So Harry only had two choices left.
There was no need to think about Filch. Harry believed that he wouldn't want to hear his parents' names from him. I'm afraid there wouldn't even be a good word in it.
But he guessed correctly. The administrator, Argus Filch, was indeed the person with the most dirty information about the Marauders.
So he only had one choice left, and that was Rubeus Hagrid.