Ani's eyes seemed to have some kind of power, which made Lockhart shrink his neck and make his body a little shorter.
That is close to the suppression from the source of blood.
If it were any other time, Lockhart would have been filled with jealousy, but since the stench mutated, he has not had a good sleep for more than ten days, and every time he closes his eyes, he will be woken up by his own "stinky".
Lockhart tried the water of life and death. After drinking the potion, it did make him sleepier, but it was still unable to withstand the powerful power of the stench.
He never thought that the feeling of insomnia could be so unbearable. If the wizard's spirit had not been stronger, Lockhart might have died suddenly a few days ago.
The extreme embarrassment stirred his brain, and he was confused. Even his thinking seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was extremely laborious to operate.
Therefore, Ani's magical performance made Lockhart feel more at ease. As long as he could have a good sleep, no, even if he could sleep for two hours, he would be willing to pay half of his property.
But maybe it was because he was too sleepy, but he found that Aini's expression seemed a little...distorted?
Aini's toes couldn't stop scratching in her boots, and she had the urge to leave immediately.
The diffuse smell on Lockhart is not an added smell from the outside world, but originates from his armpits.
In the West, body odor is an almost unsolvable existence, not to mention that it has undergone extraordinary strengthening...
Fortunately, this situation is only temporary and will return to normal naturally in about a week.
But before that, he had to help the other party solve the problem of being unable to sleep peacefully. Otherwise, before the stench dissipated, the guy would either explode with magic power and blow himself to pieces, or turn into an obscurus.
Ani blinked, maybe this is the real reason why Dumbledore asked him to help Lockhart solve the problem?
He quickly analyzed all the runes near Lockhart's shoulder, and then Aini took out a large jar from his pocket. After thinking about it, he took out a few thin-necked bottles, divided the liquid into bottles and threw them to Lockhart.
Special.
"The powerful life and death water, each bottle can help you maintain more than eight hours of sleep, which is enough for you to last until the odor dissipates."
Ani has a way to relieve his troubles faster, but it is too cumbersome.
"I have used this thing before, and the water of life and death is not enough to make me sleep..."
Lockhart muttered and hurriedly caught the potion thrown by Ani, but when he raised his head, the figure of the other party had almost disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.
Yes, the consultation fee will be confiscated. Use it as you like.
Aini curled his lips, he had something to do today, if he didn't hurry up he would be late.
……
"Sorry for the long wait."
The Leaky Cauldron was as gloomy and dark as ever. Even though they had never met each other before, the unique aura of the other party made Aini immediately find the real owner.
"I've just arrived. Nice to meet you, Professor Scamander."
In a cheerful tone, the man stood up. He raised his right arm as if he wanted to shake hands with Aini, but then he put it back weakly.
"Me too, Mr. Lupine."
After noticing the man's little move, Aini's mouth widened a little more. He knew what Lu Ping was thinking about——
For most wizards, shaking hands with a werewolf is unthinkable.
But it was obvious that Aini didn't care about this. After taking the initiative to reach out and shake hands, the two sat down with a smile.
"Sherry? Or mead?"
Ani has some good wine in his pocket, but it's not appropriate to do that in someone else's bar.
"Mead, James used to have to fill several large barrels of mead before he would come to school."
Speaking of Harry's father, Lupine's eyes were dazed for a moment. The image of his friends enjoying themselves in Hogwarts was still deeply engraved in his mind. But now, whenever the moon is full, he can only endure it alone and silently.
No one else.
Lupine looked at Aini's back as he went to order food, his eyes filled with deep gratitude.
Harry has never seen his father's friend in more than ten years.
On the one hand, Dumbledore had asked not to get involved in Harry's life; on the other hand, his childhood experience made Lupine unwilling to let his best friend's orphan come into contact with any werewolves, including himself.
In fact, even though making friends at Hogwarts made Lupine's temperament much more cheerful, to this day, the scene of being bitten by Fenrir Greyback was still his deepest nightmare in the dark night.
This makes Lupine still unable to face his identity as a werewolf, just like he is ashamed to call out the four-clawed and hairy patron saint in front of others.
Many times, he thought about going to meet the son of his old friend, but in the end he failed to make the trip, and he did not provide any help to Harry.
Therefore, after Ani did what Lupine wanted to do but failed to do, he felt guilty but also very grateful.
A soft sound of the tray hitting the table interrupted Lupine's contemplation. Old Tom turned and walked towards the bar, mumbling: "The Scamander boy became a professor at Hogwarts? But how do I remember?"
He is not yet an adult..."
Aini took off the professor badge on his chest as if nothing had happened. Its mission for the day was over.
Lupine opened his mouth. Relatively speaking, he was the most disciplined among the predators, but thinking about what the other party had done, he swallowed his words of persuasion and picked up the small wine bottle on the tray.
Today is still a quarter moon, so you can drink more.
……
Looking at Hedwig flying into the sky and quickly blending in with the white clouds, Harry took a long breath.
Although Christmas is tomorrow, in order to give his first partner time to come back, he still went home in advance and sent gifts.
The boy missed the place where he wished he would never go back a few months ago. At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind him.
"Ha, Harry, Hermione said Ernie is waiting for you in the classroom."
After seeing Harry, Ron said panting while holding on to the wall. He looked down at his slightly bulging belly. Ron felt that he needed to exercise.
After bidding farewell to his friend who didn't want to move for the time being, Harry walked down the stairs and soon arrived at the familiar classroom.
When he opened the door, he saw a person who looked strange but somehow felt familiar.
Men.
A downtrodden man.
Some old, down-and-out men.
Some old and downtrodden men, but they seem to be very friendly to themselves.
While sizing each other up, Harry quickly put many labels on each other in his mind, but he still couldn't find any similar face in his mind.
"Hello, Harry, my name is Remus John Lupin, and I know your...father."
Lupine wanted to tell Harry that he was his father's best friend, but the man suddenly thought, if Harry asked himself, why had he never appeared in front of him since he was a best friend?
How should I answer?
Then the words in his heart changed from close friends to good friends, and when the words came out, only dry friends were left, and regret and guilt burned his heart.
In the midst of the torment, he raised his head and found that Harry's face was filled with inexplicable surprise, and his green eyes, which were exactly the same as Lily's, were shining, as if there was light.