"Even though I haven't done anything." Harry stroked the small lightning bolt on his forehead, and the figure in the green light flashed in his mind, risking his life to stand in front of him.
"If Voldemort dies in Godric's Hollow, the hero cannot be me. Even if someone does something, it should be my father and mother. They are the real heroes."
Tears rolled around in the eyes, but they did not fall in the end. Unknowingly, the two of them walked to the lake and sat on a stone nearby.
"But they are all gone, leaving their reputation and life to me. Cold looks, ridicule, what's the worst?" Harry looked at the Pinghu in front of him, and his trembling voice calmed down again when he mentioned his parents.<
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"When I got up, the scene I encountered was far from the worst outcome I had imagined. I didn't see any ridicule from Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean. Everyone was caring about me and comforting me.
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"George and Fred created a farce in the lounge. George scolded Fred, who was playing me, and hit a pillar when he turned to leave. Then Fred choked him and shouted for help."
"Haha, obviously things are not as bad as I thought. Even after arriving in the auditorium, except for the Slytherin students, everyone else was very friendly. In fact, even most of the old Slytherin students didn't care about this matter." A smile appeared on Harry's face. He didn't regret his actions yesterday so much now. Although it was indeed embarrassing, it also made him see a lot more clearly, especially about himself.
"Those involved tend to make problems more serious. In fact, in many things, after time has passed, the weight of the suffering is not more than our gain." Ani patted Harry on the shoulder. He was better than he thought.<
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Since Malfoy no longer took pleasure in humiliating Harry as in the original book, and no one was there to help, the episode between Harry and Professor Snape quickly fell into the headlines of gossip news and was covered by endless campus anecdotes.
I don’t know where it went.
After the limelight passed, the two stopped having any private communication. Even in class, Snape never said a single word to Harry.
Even the occasional venomous tongue has changed the target. I wonder if it is a different kind of blessing in disguise.
Even Ron, who teamed up with Harry again, didn't get sprayed anymore——
Even when making his rounds, Snape avoided their table.
In this way, Harry's goal of getting close to Snape that day was achieved, although the process was not very pleasant.
Aini's teaching life is also quite effective, especially for the first-year students who use the new textbooks and are almost finished with the courses of this year, so he spends more classroom time to teach some expanded knowledge.
Everything at Hogwarts seems to be going smoothly.
Except Quirrell.
During the Christmas vacation, the two-in-one smuggled into Egypt. Originally, Ani and Dumbledore speculated that they entered the crypt to transform into life forms so that the combination could last longer.
But both of them underestimated Voldemort's methods. Even if he failed once, he was still the leading black magic master in England.
"I never expected that they went to Egypt to receive the curse." Voldemort's application of the curse amazed Aini. Is this how a master player plays?
"Using a curse to extend one's life has to be admitted to be a way that ordinary people cannot think of." Dumbledore felt a little regretful. The headmaster had always admitted that that man was the most gifted student in magic he had ever taught, but it was a pity that he went astray.
"Of course, ordinary people cannot withstand the effect of [Dry Life]. It has been recorded that in an era older than the Dark Ages, [Dry Life] was used in criminal law. Those who committed the most heinous crimes would receive this powerful curse and be placed in a coffin.
Buried deep underground."
"This kind of spell was lost after the Dark Ages, but judging from the curse still in effect in the mausoleum, perhaps there are still imprisoned souls longing for destruction in the unknown underground."
Aini shivered, just the description in words could make him feel the cruelty.
As a powerful curse, [Dry Life] lives up to its name. The moment it takes effect, it will drain the target's vitality, but the subject will not die, but will live on in the final state forever.
But no one hopes to achieve such eternal life.
Just like lichs and mummies have unique names, the existence created by [Dry Life] is called a "torturer". Just by hearing the name, you know that this is not a good way to live.
Seeing that Aini was a little scared, the bad old man deliberately described the effect of the curse in a ghostly and straight tone.
“The torturers will not feel any happiness, any delicious food will be full of stench in their mouths, their eyes will not be able to see bright colors, and no matter how beautiful the music is, it can only be absorbed by them.
The noise of people being tortured and crazy, and even the compassionate hugs of relatives will cause them unbearable pain."
"But there's nothing unusual about Quirrell's performance." Aini was a little confused. If that were the case, I'm afraid that Quirrell's tolerance would make him jump up in pain just sitting on a chair, so he would have been dressed a long time ago, right?
"I think it's because Tom took on all this. In order to get the Philosopher's Stone, he had to ensure that Quirrell could continue to lurk." Dumbledore also had to lament Voldemort's perseverance.
After being cursed, the consciousness will remain awake forever before the soul dies.
"Huh, luckily this magic has been lost." This result is undoubtedly more terrifying than death. If Voldemort had mastered this curse in his early years, I really don't know how many people would have dared to resist him at that time.
If you are not afraid of death, you may not be able to withstand torture.
"But now that he has experienced this magic personally, Tom's talent may not be able to restore some principles, and maybe he can figure out something." Dumbledore now only hopes that splitting the soul will have a greater impact on Voldemort, otherwise
Even if he is successfully eliminated, if this vicious spell continues to spread, the legacy will be endless.
Both of them felt a little pained by this. It turns out that only a completely dead Tom is a good Tom.
Oh, I’m not talking about you. Ani patted Tom’s little head, and then moved his hands up and down Fox, who was lying in his arms. Sure enough, he felt much better.
Voldemort became more and more weird, which made the two of them a little bit sad, but there was also a good side.
At least the unicorn should be safe.
A big part of the difficulty with curses is that they are mixed with other forces, especially other curses.
Even Voldemort didn't want to try [Dry Life] and what would happen if he met the cursed blood.
Anyway, Quirrell has never been to the Forbidden Forest since returning to school.
But to be on the safe side Aini still slept in the Forbidden Forest.
Summer vacation will begin in more than two months, and Newt and Tina will also start their trip.
Ani needs to sort out the scope of Dumbledore's plan before they leave, otherwise he will be blinded by then. Living in the Forbidden Forest will also make it easier for him to operate.
You must know that although the basement in the old Devonshire house is not large, it requires a lot of magic.
Hogwarts has the largest magic node in England. This supply of magic power is nothing, but the problem is that the authority to operate the magic veins of the Forbidden Forest belongs to Slytherin and has not been passed down like the other four giants.
In other words, even Dumbledore cannot create a separate vein in the Forbidden Forest to supply energy to Newt's magical space.
He can only draw out a range of similar energy levels, and let Aini connect the expanded space with the magic veins on his own.
So a problem arises. The animals and plants that originally relied on those magical veins will lose their supplies. The animals are fine, but even the magical plants are rarely able to move on their own. Aini must move them to the land that still has quotas.
Up.
For this reason, under Hagrid's somewhat resentful gaze, Ani planned to extend his poisonous hand to the Acromantula.
The scale of these guys continues to expand, causing the more sensitive plants around them to gradually wither, leaving a lot of space vacant.
Ani plans to reduce the number of some spider groups. As a XXXXX level magical creature, this thing requires a lot of magic power when hatching.
Even though they spread like cockroaches in the Forbidden Forest, if it were in the Muggle world, not even an egg would be able to hatch without the support of magical power.
Otherwise, something so easy to live on wouldn’t be so valuable.
"Ani, don't hurt these little cuties, let me think of another way." Hagrid begged. After discovering that like-minded Ani was indifferent to cute little spiders, he kept turning his brain, which was almost solidified.
I want to find a way to get the best of both worlds.
It's a pity that the brain that has been idle for many years ignores the owner's urging and has no idea of completing the task.
Hagrid had no choice but to ask Aini to take action after a while, at least until he could find a reason to go out——
If you really have no choice, you can only choose to be out of sight and out of mind.
Having been a little worried about magical creatures recently, Hagrid couldn't help but put more energy into another major hobby.
A green field is in front of him, and Hagrid also enjoys the fun of planting, especially the huge pumpkins. Every time he hears the little wizard praising the jack-o'-lantern on Halloween, Hagrid will smile like a child.
But Hagrid also likes to challenge some unfamiliar crops. This year's Muggle wizards are very active. Someone gave Professor Sprout a bag of seeds a while ago, because the child has never seen them in the greenhouse, so
Ask your family to send a bag as if it were a treasure.
Perhaps in this child's perception, crops that can grow sweet fruits are also very magical.
But obviously Professor Sprout rejected his judgment and finally transferred the bag of seeds to Hagrid.
The gentle Hufflepuff is kind to everyone.
"How about it, Aini." Hagrid pointed proudly at the green field. The seedlings were squeezed together to form long green lines.
"Are you going to keep planting like this?" Aini rubbed his eyebrows. If he followed Hagrid's method of planting, he would definitely be beaten five miles away by his old father in his previous life.
"Yes, look how fruitful they are." Hagrid stared at the seedlings in the field and smiled happily. Isn't the charm of planting just watching them grow up day by day?
Looking at the dense seedlings, Aini was about to give Hagrid some knowledge, but suddenly felt that he had grasped something.