As winter approaches, the air-conditioning in the castle seems to be given a touch of spirituality by magic, and it can always find loopholes to get into the robes of teachers and students to keep warm.
A gust of cool wind blew by, and Peter shrank his head. The enchanted robe was not afraid of the cold, but it could not withstand the shiver in his heart.
"Yes, the Room of Requirement? What is that place?"
Peter looked at Aini with an innocent face, pretending to be completely unaware.
"Oh, the 'Room of Requirement' is what the house elves at Hogwarts call it. As long as you silently recite your needs and pass under this tapestry three times, you can enter a room that meets your requirements."
Ani glanced at the tapestry on the wall and quickly looked away. The six ballet dancing trolls were really eye-catching.
"Some elves also call it the 'Come and Go House', which refers to the same place. I occasionally practiced magic here the year before last. Don't you want to give it a try?"
The smiling fisherman frankly told how to enter the Room of Requirement, but Peter was confused about his thoughts.
"Ah, this..."
Peter was a little confused. Was the appearance of the other party intentional or a coincidence?
The existence of the Room of Requirement is not that secret. News of it has been circulating among the house elves at Hogwarts for many years, and some professors also know its location.
But before today, Peter really didn't know that such a place existed.
James and Sirius are both arrogant and arrogant people. They don't even look down on most of their fellow wizards, let alone a group of slaves?
Therefore, the two of them had almost no communication with the house elves when they were in school, and the professor would not tell the news to a group of troublemakers, otherwise who knows what trouble they might cause.
After coming to Hogwarts for so long, Peter has checked Ani's movements many times.
Not to mention Aini's office, even the corridors he walked through, the classrooms where he taught, the bookshelves in the library, etc. were all rummaged through by Peter more than once.
The result is naturally nothing.
In fact, Voldemort had long suspected that Ani had hidden the anchor point for summoning Hecate in the Room of Requirement, but he did not want to tell Peter this place.
After all, there was a Horcrux stored there, and he didn't want his servants to get close to it.
It’s not that I’m afraid that Peter will hurt the Horcrux.
On the contrary, he was worried that "he" in the Horcrux would do strange things to Peter.
He knows that the more loyal or fearful a person is, the greater the vulnerability of his mind will be when facing a Horcrux, and it will be easier to be deceived.
Those mediocre servants may not be able to tell who is the real body, or in other words, they dare not disobey the orders of the real body or the split soul.
Voldemort knew in his heart that no one wanted to kill him more than the soul.
Regardless of whether Voldemort is willing to admit it or not, what he has lost by hanging on to his last breath is not only his great strength, but also the unruly and courage that he once had. The cautious Dark Lord refuses to add any risks.
"There's no danger, Professor Pedilu. You can come in with me and have a look. It's very safe inside."
Amidst Peter's hesitation, Aini has already taken steps.
One trip, two trips, three trips.
Peter stared at the tapestry blankly. The steps Ani took were exactly the same as Voldemort told him, but nothing happened.
Could it be that the information the owner gave me is false?
Just as I had this thought, I heard the door open behind me.
Peter turned around quickly, only to find that there was an extra door on the blank wall opposite the tapestry, and Aini had already opened the door and leaned half of his body in.
After hesitating for two seconds, Peter gritted his teeth and followed.
He clenched the wand in his hand, carefully cast an armor spell on himself, and then stepped into the door.
The attack he was preparing for did not appear. What appeared in front of him was a huge room, many times larger than the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and even larger than the hall of Gringotts.
"It's amazing, isn't it? I was shocked when I first came in."
Ani picked up a dangling Wolf Fang flying saucer from the air and threw it to Peter.
"This place is like a combination of a junk room and a junkyard. Every time I come here I find something unexpected, but as you can see, most of them are of no use."
Rather than saying it is a house, it is better to say that this is a closed space. If we only calculate the actual volume, I am afraid that even the main castle of Hogwarts may not be able to accommodate it.
"Wow, it's really shocking. How big is it here?"
Peter couldn't help but take a breath as he looked at the piles of debris everywhere. He believed that the pile of broken sofas not far away was at least ten as tall as himself.
"I don't know, the size of the space changes every time I come in, and the positions of the items are also slightly different. The most outrageous light height was more than 70 meters."
Aini shook his head. The most outrageous time was precisely the first time. He was quite shocked at that time.
"Click~" sounded, and Peter squatted down. He seemed to have crushed something just now.
"Dragon eggshell? There isn't a dragon here, is there?"
The man shrank his neck habitually. He didn't want to turn behind a certain garbage wall and find himself facing a ferocious mouth that was about to spit out fire.
"There was originally a tiny Hungarian Horntail in it, but unfortunately it didn't hatch."
Eggshell Aini has checked it before, and there are obvious traces of rituals on it, and there is no magic left on it. It has turned into an ordinary mortal object, not even leaving a trace of the fire dragon's breath.
"There doesn't seem to be anything useful."
After walking a little further, Peter picked up a few old books, flipped through them and threw them at his feet.
"Not necessarily. Although the Room of Requirement is not a very secret place and has gone through countless rounds of searching, it is not ruled out that some treasures may be buried under the garbage or mixed in it."
As Aini waved, an opaque bottle flew over and he threw it to Peter.
"There are still three or four drops of semi-dried truth serum left in it, so it can probably be used once."
Peter was also speechless after hearing Aini's words.
The refining of truth serum is very difficult. The most important thing is that it is illegal to use it indiscriminately. It is too irresponsible to throw it in the garbage.
"I'd better take it out and destroy it, otherwise it will be too dangerous for the little wizard to pick it up."
Seeing Peter putting the bottle into his pocket with a serious look on his face, Ani's lips curled up slightly. Of course he wouldn't believe the other person's lies, but well...
This is the effect you want!
"It turns out to be here."
The two of them walked for a while with their faces and hearts at odds. Aini suddenly waved his magic wand, and a large pile of debris floated up from the ground.
There are cabinets with dull surfaces, ugly busts, Mediterranean-shaped brooms, and twisted cauldrons.
In front of Aini's outstretched palm, there is a rusty crown floating.
"Uh..."
Peter groaned in pain, and suddenly felt a severe burning sensation from his chest. As Ani's hand got closer to the crown, the half-cut snake became more and more restless.
"I found what I wanted. If you want, you can go shopping by yourself for a while. Goodbye, Professor Pedillo."
Ani continued to stretch his arm forward, grabbed the crystal ball next to the crown, and then left the Room of Requirement without stopping.