Just as Hermione was about to say something, Fox landed on Aini's shoulders, and then the four of them appeared in an abandoned classroom in the corridor on the second floor.
In fact, if there was physical contact, it would be much easier for Phoenix to transport people. However, in view of the strange smell on the two boys, Fox decisively skipped the hand-holding step and sent them over as soon as he appeared, and then disappeared without a trace.
No trace.
There was no other way. After entering the closed classroom, the smell on the two of them became more obvious. Aini has decided to change the transmission point next time.
After an awkward greeting, the boys ran away in confusion.
Harry wanted to go back, wash up, and put on clean clothes.
Same as Ron, and I also need to give Scabbers a bath. God knows how he felt when he took the mouse out of the toilet not long ago. Anyway, it must be worse than Harry peed his pants.
If he could afford a new pet, the boy would have smashed it - but poverty made him kind!
If it weren't for Ginny...
"Pa!"
Ron, who had just walked into the bathroom, slapped himself. How could he think so? That was the baby of the family.
Children will always have some weird thoughts, and adults' thoughts are even more impure. But as long as you can stay rational and don't let your inner evil thoughts turn into actions, you can still be a good person.
But the problem is, the hand Ron slapped on his face just now is the same one that just took Scabbers out of his pocket!
Ugh...
Hermione went straight to the auditorium after washing up. She was a little surprised that the two boys were slower than her, but Ani was already sitting on the teacher's seat.
It was still early today, and most of the professors were not in the auditorium. Lockhart was the only one sitting next to Ernie. This guy never misses the opportunity to appear in public. He enters the auditorium early every day and opens his screen until everyone leaves.
When it was almost done, he put away his tail and left.
Ani looked helplessly at the chattering star writer and asked, "Isn't it good to show the little wizards your eight big teeth? You have to bother yourself.
He really doesn't understand Lockhart's brain circuit. Could it be that if you use the Forgetting Curse on others too much, your own memory will also decline?
Every time after being attacked by Ernie, Lockhart would stay quiet for a day, and then remain the same the next day. He was a model of eating and not fighting, and even the most shameless dog would stay away.
Mentioning dogs, Aini's eyes blurred for a moment - he remembered the little black back he raised in his previous life.
The little guy hadn't opened his eyes when his father brought him over. He fed him little by little with a bottle, feeding him, playing with him, and shoveling poop every day.
After the dog grew up, Aini always put his fingers into the little black back's mouth when it was eating, and laughed when he saw the dog wanting to eat but not daring to move.
Unfortunately, the dog got too big and had to be sent to his hometown, where he could not see him more than a few times a year. Even so, every time he repeated this little game, the dog's eyes were still gentle.
Aini raised a finger unconsciously, his eyes also full of warmth.
Seeing the softened expression of the Transfiguration Professor, Lockhart was flattered and at the same time a little embarrassed. He was indeed greedy for the benefits brought by Ani's identity, but he only sold his art, face, and integrity, and really didn't sell anything else.
Ah.
Besides, what the hell is that expression on your face looking at your son?
Then Lockhart discovered that his "son" was not him, but a strange little mouse.
After Aini took it out of his pocket, Jerry's pupils turned into heart shapes and he jumped directly into the plate of chicken legs.
"Eat up, eat up, eat up, eat up..."
Under Lockhart's stunned gaze, a certain brown-skinned rat picked up a chicken leg and inserted it into his mouth. As soon as he pulled it out, there was only one bone left in his hand. He chewed it for a few more times and then started to repeat the previous action. Soon, there was a piece of chicken on the plate.
It becomes empty.
Jerry burped, took out a slender chicken fibula from his mouth, and picked up his neat white teeth.
Looking at the non-mainstream rat's teeth, which were even more stylish than his own, Lockhart suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
Ani scratched the little guy's head with his raised index finger. Jerry happily hugged his big hand and turned over, crawled along the arm to the owner's chest, put one hand on the magic pocket on the robe, and reached in with the other from inside.
Pulled out the faded diary.
After finishing the play earlier, he suddenly thought that there was no need for Tom to learn to write. Since Voldemort was also called that name, it would be okay even if he was half a cat.
Cats repel each other and cats and mice attract each other, so it seems like it would be a better idea to let Jerry entertain little Tom.
Seeing Jerry taking out a quill pen from nowhere and starting to write in the diary without dipping it in ink, Ani reached out and touched his head, secretly praising in his heart - you are really a clever little guy.<
/p>
You can be a human being!
As soon as the diary appeared, Lockhart could no longer take his eyes away. He intuitively felt that the thing was very important to him. When he saw Ani letting a mouse scribble on it, he wanted to rush forward and replace it with his own body.
It would be great if I was the one writing on it.
Are all juniors today so inhumane?
Little Tom under the page was also cursing secretly.
After getting the diary, Aini also tried to communicate with the young Riddle several times to see if he could get any benefits out of it.
As a result, little Tom was as smart as a ghost. After he found that he could not draw life force from himself and could not shake his mental protection, he no longer refused to talk to Ani and went directly into hibernation, not even giving him a chance to collect wool. p>
Aini doesn't dare to let other little wizards have access to the diary. The risk is too high and there is no need.
But no matter how cunning little Tom is, he still wants to drink Jerry's foot-washing water.
Its body can not only absorb energy from food, but also convert it into vitality and output it quantitatively, giving only a little bit to the diary at a time.
That is, it is not enough to allow it to unlock extraordinary abilities, but it can also keep it from giving up on trapping delicious food.
The problem of spiritual erosion is better solved by adding a virtual soul.
Aini is gentle to others, but he is not a pure and kind person. He has the necessary materials in his pocket.
So even though it was only the second time they communicated, little Tom and Jerry had a very pleasant chat...
[Tom, how have you solved the problem of going to the toilet for so many years? Do you put it in the diary? Does it smell bad? And what do you use to wipe your butt? Do you just start?]
[Tom Tom, I just ate chicken legs. It feels great. Do you want to taste it? Oh, you can't eat it. How about I throw the diary into the pot, maybe some juice can seep into it.
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【Tom...】
Well, Jerry was very happy. Swish, swish, swish, and a bunch of weird questions popped up on the page. In order to recharge his energy, little Tom had to endure it and try his best to give smooth answers.
In the last exchange, his tone was a little tougher. Jerry buried the diary in the soil and went out to play around before digging it out again.
***!Don’t let me know who took out the diary!
Riddle, whose mental age is still at the age of sixteen, jumped and cursed in his diary. If his plan goes well, the first thing he will do after regaining his life is to find out who gave the Horcrux to those two weirdos. p>
Maybe Lucius should be grateful that the Horcrux has always been under Aini's control, otherwise he might be in trouble!