There are no peach blossoms in distant Scotland, but compared with the last time I left, there is finally a touch of warmth in the castle.
In a hanging painting in the corridor, several ladies were enjoying afternoon tea peacefully. When they saw Ani walking by, they all opened their mouths to invite him to share some leisure time.
Aini politely declined the ladies' invitation. He had no plans to include oil paint in the recipe for the time being.
"Well, it seems like I haven't seen him for a while, a month, or two months?"
"Who knows, the calendar in my room has long been out of date, and no one has helped me draw a new one for decades..."
Listening to the whispers coming from behind, Ani couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Once again, a source of black magic was purified, and the favor of the world's will made him bursting with inspiration. This is a dream opportunity for any wizard.
So after Aini sent the message to the principal, he plunged into the fountain of thoughts.
Not one month, not two months, but four full months.
Not only did he cancel all subsequent travel arrangements with Hermione during the Christmas period, he also missed three months of work. Now the children have spent the Easter holidays and returned to Hogwarts, where peace has returned.
The injured child recovered and returned to school. Peter, who almost lost his temper, was also very honest during this period. The castle was peaceful and peaceful.
Since joining the staff in 1991, this is the longest time Aini has been away from Hogwarts.
In the past three years, Minerva's care and love, Albus's teachings and expectations, Severus, Pomona, Flitwick... the kindness spread on the familiar faces have intertwined into a big network to connect each other.
Being entangled in this old castle gave Hogwarts a different meaning to them.
This is where they work, this is where they live.
They are here to perform their duties and they are here to explore the truth.
On the shore of this flat lake surrounded by mountains, there is an old castle, a school, a home, and a harbor that nourishes the soul.
It was the first time in a long time to step on the ancient floor tiles. Even though the corridor was still a little dark as usual, Aini felt extremely at ease.
When passing by a familiar piece of armor, Aini stopped, raised his hand to help it straighten its crooked helmet, and then turned around and walked towards a wooden door amidst the trembling sound of gratitude from the other person.
Aini is also very familiar with this door. He has pushed the door open countless times, but he doesn't know after which time, the room behind the door sneaked into his heart - in fact, the other party came in an honest manner, and was just someone.
I was careless and never noticed.
Many things will be worn away by time, and their silence makes the ones that are still there more meaningful and entangled in the heart.
Time is like water, and the world is like water.
Time flows eastward like water, the lighter ones follow it into the sea, and the important ones accumulate sand and form islands.
The sandbank is not cold, it is the anchor of the soul. When the waves of the world are surging, people can steady themselves and not drift or capsize.
Even if the road ahead is unclear and unclear, at least we can keep our way back.
Everything can be an anchor, it just depends on whether it can enter people's hearts and stay.
In addition to the rooms, castles, colleagues, parents, and of course the energetic children who entered Aini's heart.
What was a little strange was that when he returned to school, he didn't see a single student. It shouldn't be so quiet after dinner.
In doubt, Ani opened the door, and then instinctively moved aside.
"Pfft~"
"Bang bang~"
Densely packed silk ribbons poured out, and at the moment when the magic protection was about to be activated, Ani suppressed it and walked back to the door to let those cheerful colors hang on his body.
"Ani, happy birthday!"
A warm little hand grabbed his arm and pulled the professor closer to the center of the crowd.
It's Hermione.
Surrounded by Draco, Anthony, Justin...
Harry stood a little further away and waved to him. Next to him was Ron who was equally excited. Ginny huddled behind her brother. She was the only child who did not look at Ani. Her eyes were full of green eyes.
There are many people who are either close or familiar with each other, and some of them just had a few simple questions and answers with Aini in class. Their waving arms are not uniform, but there is a wonderful harmony, and they loudly send birthday wishes to their beloved professor.
blessing of.
"Thank you, thank you, for the excellent Seamless Stretching Charm, Fred, George. If Professor Flitwick saw it, he would definitely add twenty minutes to Gryffindor."
Ani blinked. He had stood in front of these people too many times, in class, in the corridor, in the office, anywhere by appointment or by chance.
He imparts knowledge to students, and he answers students' questions, whether it's academic or the little worries of young people.
Every word he said, those clear, funny, soft, stern...all the syllables with good intentions, all echoed at this time.
At this moment, the corrector of the world, the beloved of Blue Star’s will, the favored one of the Lord of Beasts and Wilderness, the good friend and close person of animals, the youngest great wizard at the end of the twentieth century, the leader of Breath of Nature,
Aeneas Artemis Scamander, a young but experienced professor, was choked slightly at this time.
This has nothing to do with strength, status, money, or power. What touches people the most is the heart.
Aini's eyes moved, responding to the students' blessings one by one. He paused briefly when his eyes swept around the corner, and then his smile became brighter.
It was Romilda Vanni. The girl's face was smooth and smooth, with no scars visible at all, and even the few freckles she once had were gone.
When the door opened, Miss Wanni's face was still a little embarrassed, which was not normal for Romilda, who was always cheerful and lively and a bit carefree.
Obviously, the mental effects are not as easy to remove as the scars on the face.
But when the cheers started, a heartfelt smile gradually appeared on the girl's face.
Sincerity can't penetrate a thin piece of paper, but it can remove the tight defenses and heal the wounds that you don't want to remember.
"You can do it too, Professor."
The twins shouted in unison.
Twenty points is a large number, and the two of them, who can be called the little princes of Gryffindor points, are full of desire for this extra point.
"Well, it's a pity that I'm a transfiguration professor, so I don't have any control over curses."
Aini blinked and looked at the twins with a smile on his face, but when he spoke, he didn't seem to see the expectant look in their eyes at all.
"Oh my God, why aren't you the Charms Professor?"
The twins covered their chests and shouted exaggeratedly.
"Because I'm your Charms professor, boys."
A sudden high-pitched voice came from the door, and the crowd spontaneously gave way to a passage, revealing Professor Flitwick who was blocked.