Looking at the hard-headed boy, Peter felt a twinge of liver pain.
No, I feel distressed.
After suffering two consecutive failures and being ridiculed by a stupid kid in front of his face, the "half-snake" on the man's chest was extremely angry.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Professor Pedilu, I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction."
Seeing that Peter's face was pale, he was sweating profusely, and he looked like he was about to be frightened. Harry grinned, showing contempt? Pity? Even he couldn't grasp the meaning of it.
"Since the professor is not feeling well, I won't bother you."
Without waiting for Peter to answer, the boy opened the door and left the office.
"Hi, Harry, where were you just now?"
Ron swallowed the chicken in his mouth and quickly asked his friend.
"I just had a few words with Professor Pedilu, but then he felt unwell, so I left first."
Harry sat down and spread jam on toast.
After leaving the Dark Magic Defense Office, he went back to the dormitory. Fortunately, both were on the eighth floor, otherwise he would have missed lunch time.
"The professor is sick? Is it serious? I want to see him."
Ron stood up as he said this. He had already finished his meal after waiting for Harry to arrive.
"It should be fine, he..."
Harry really didn't know how to answer his friend's question. He couldn't tell Ron that the professor he was close to was frightened and collapsed when he heard Voldemort's name.
Fortunately, Ron didn't want to wait for his answer and hurried towards the corridor as soon as he finished speaking.
This made Harry a little strange. He had never seen Ron worry about someone like this before, and he had enjoyed similar treatment that time when Scabbers was depressed.
But soon Harry couldn't think about anything else. When he saw someone leaving the table, he stuffed the bread in his mouth into his mouth in a few bites, looked at the food on the table with nostalgia, and hurriedly chased after him. p>
"Good afternoon, Harry. What's the matter?"
Aini stopped in confusion. His powerful perception made it difficult for him not to notice the little tail chasing after him.
"Hug, sorry, wait a moment."
The boy swallowed the bread in his mouth hard, rolled his eyes in excitement and choked, and took a sip of the Lin Lu handed over by Aini before he could breathe again.
"Thank you, I didn't expect bread to be more lethal than the curse."
Harry poured the remaining Linlu into his stomach, but he still felt empty inside. Two slices of bread could not fill a meal for a teenage boy.
"Let's go, go to my office and say, we're just in time to have something to eat. Hagrid just sent two boxes of rock biscuits yesterday. I heard he said you like those things very much."
When Harry heard about eating, he showed a shy smile, and then the smile was froze on his face by Rock Piper.
What the hell, who would like rock biscuits except Hagrid, that guy with a nice mouth?
Harry secretly cursed in his mind, but a few minutes later when the boy sat on the sofa, the clicking sound they often heard in Hagrid's hut gave another answer.
Aini knows how to do it, and judging from his expression, he really likes this snack.
"Why don't you come together, Harry? I know you haven't eaten enough just now."
Putting his fingers on the edge of the plate, Ani pushed the rock cake towards Harry, looking like he was happy to share it.
"Thank you, thank you, no need, Aini, I'm full..."
Harry waved his hands repeatedly, but a slight abdominal rumble sounded at the right time, making the boy's words of evasion awkward to say.
"Hahahaha..."
With Aini's laughter, several cracks on the coffee table rose up step by step, forming a pastry tower.
"It's just a joke, don't worry about it. But don't you really want to try rock cake again? This is Hagrid's new improved product."
Of course he wouldn't actually serve rock cakes to guests, he just saw that Harry was not in the right mood and wanted to help him relax.
The boy's heart warmed up, but it was impossible to eat rock biscuits. Although Mr. Granger said that Harry could jump in the queue and get a discount if he went, he was very satisfied with his current teeth, and it was too late to protect them, let alone those little things.
Go touch the "stone".
"Aini, do you know...I mean, do you know Professor Pedilru?"
After eating a snack, Harry asked the question that had been on his mind since the beginning of school.
"Pedilu? I don't know much about him. Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
Seeing the boy's tangled look just now, Ani thought someone had told him about Blake, but he didn't expect that the protagonist of the question was Peter.
"Ron and I came out of the library in the morning..."
Harry didn't hide anything and told everything that happened before.
"...Professor Pedro behaved very badly at that time, as if he was frightened by Voldemort."
"Harry, bravery is a good quality, but we can't force everyone to do it."
Ani said and handed Harry another bottle of Linlu, picked up a piece of rock cake and threw it into his mouth.
"None of us have experienced that dark age, and it is difficult to fully understand the horror. Just like this rock cake, you will never know how hard it is until you put it in your mouth."
After finishing speaking, Aini added silently in his heart, you will never imagine how shameless people can be until you have experienced certain things.
"You're right, I shouldn't use my own standards to demand others, just...just..."
"Just a little disappointed, right?"
Seeing that the boy was a little embarrassed to speak, Aini said what he wanted to say for him.
"Yeah."
Harry nodded and spoke again in a lower tone.
"After returning to the dormitory on Halloween, Neville told us a story, a true story about his parents."
The boy knew that many people died in the last Wizarding War, including the Potters and Mrs. Weasley's two brothers.
But the name without the carrier is too abstract. As Aini just said, it is difficult to have a practical intuitive experience.
But the Longbottoms were different. Before the situation in England was stable, they were sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, showing everyone the pain caused by the war and reminding people what the Death Eaters had committed.
evil deeds.
"The Longbottoms are indeed admirable, but what do you mean, Neville has recovered his childhood memories?"
Ani asked with some surprise. He didn't seem to notice much change in Neville in the past few days. It seemed that the child was stronger than he thought.
"Neville said that after the Longbottoms were captured, they refused to compromise with the Death Eaters and were tortured to the point of madness. He saw the whole process, so his grandmother cast a forgetting spell on them."
Harry's voice became lower and lower. He would always remember that night. Neville was clearly in tears, but he still insisted on telling his story.
Crying does not mean weakness, indifference does not necessarily mean strength.
"My parents, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom are the real heroes, but they are unknown, but guys like... me have a great reputation."
There was a pause in the middle of the sentence, and the names of the two Defense Against the Dark Arts professors before and after were hidden.
"Ani, can you save Neville's parents?"
Harry suddenly raised his head and looked over hopefully. In his impression, there seemed to be nothing the other party couldn't do.