When two figures, one tall and one short, stepped into the gate of Hogwarts under the moonlight, there were also two figures shuttled between the swaying shadows.
"We should jointly make a suggestion to Dumbledore next semester. What era is it? Hogwarts is still lighting with torches and candles."
Harry lifted his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. The light and shadow caused by the beating of the flames made him dizzy.
"Don't think about it. The torches and candles in Hogwarts are not only used for lighting. The flames they produce can prevent the birth of evil things. Dumbledore will not agree to replace them."
Looking at Harry's surprised look, Draco couldn't help but feel a little proud, but he continued to explain very honestly: "I also heard from the teacher that he wanted to do this when he first came to Hogwarts."
"All right."
Harry shrugged helplessly. Last semester's Defense Against the Dark Arts course included content about evil objects, teaching everyone how to avoid the occurrence of those things at home.
Thanks to Mr. Riddle's outstanding contribution, even if the Potter boy has only been fishing for half a year, he still has mastered more knowledge than the original track.
"But, can't we have some magic lamps at the same time?"
A cat jumped out of the shadow of the statue, startling the two of them, and Harry couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"I'm sorry. For Hogwarts, any systematic transformation involving the magic network is a major project. For the time being, torches are needed for lighting."
The sudden sound did not scare the two of them like the cat just now, because the voice of the person who came was very familiar to them.
"Ah, good evening, professor."
"Good evening, teacher."
Hearing the different names of his friends, Harry's eyes turned between Draco and Ani, and a look of envy flashed across them.
Immediately afterwards, the two boys looked at each other in a tacit understanding, understanding that the other's thoughts were consistent with their own.
"Ani, can I take up a little of your time? Well, it might take a little longer."
Harry hesitated for a moment, then asked calmly.
"Of course, no problem. But if you're not in a hurry, how about putting it after the exam? I'm pressed for time these two days."
Although she didn't know what the boy wanted to do with her, Aini readily agreed and helped students solve their problems, which was the duty of a teacher.
but……
Feeling the familiar energy in the corner, Aini did not take Harry to the office immediately.
"Okay, okay, see you after the exam."
Hearing Aini's answer, Harry was disappointed but relieved. To be honest, even the boy himself didn't know how he was feeling now. He expected to seek help from his trusted professor, but he also didn't want more people to get involved.
.
"What are you talking about? Are you not going to take the transfiguration test tomorrow?"
Ani stepped forward and rubbed the boy's already messy hair. Without stopping, he turned around and walked quickly towards the stairs. There was only one sentence floating in the distance.
"Don't think about it all day long. Go back early to rest and take the exam tomorrow."
Harry stood there blankly for a while, ran his hands through his messy hair, and felt a little calmer.
Thinking of the exam tomorrow, he no longer felt in the mood to go for a late-night snack with Draco. After saying a dull farewell, Harry returned to the tower alone.
Along the way, the young man thought of a lot.
The clear and blurry figures of James and Lily seemed to be hovering around him, once, twice...
They seemed to be saying something to the boy, and they seemed to be waiting for the boy to tell them his story.
Second floor, third floor...
The two figures turned faster and faster, and the boy's steps became slower and slower.
Unknowingly, James' face became plumper and became like another person.
Vernon Dursley.
The woman beside him was no longer Lily, but Aunt Petunia.
Sometimes getting along day and night is not companionship, but the closeness of heart to heart is.
After their relationship warmed up, Harry truly experienced the beauty of family affection in a family that had been full of conflicts in the past.
Needless to say, there is no need to talk about our daily interactions. Vernon would also travel with his wife and children every holiday.
Every trip filled Harry with joy.
Except for that time during the Christmas holidays.
At night, Harry would be haunted by dreams.
The dream was beautiful, and it was the scenery he had been most looking forward to, but every time he woke up, he felt empty.
In the past, dreams about Lily were always accompanied by begging screams and ear-piercing laughter, and I was awakened by a green light, and the picture was very blurry.
Only during the Christmas travel days, Lily was demure. She sat on the edge of the bed, caressed Harry's face, and spoke softly.
However, whether it was because the woman's confession was silent or because the memory of the dream was incomplete, Harry could not recall any words after he woke up.
Moreover, during that time, Harry's scar often felt faintly hot.
Harry moved his hair aside and touched the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. It became hot again.
"Um?"
The boy's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden soft sound. He looked up and saw a short, fat man smiling at him.
"Hello, Professor Pedillo."
Harry said hello politely.
To be honest, Peter's attitude towards Harry was really good, and he would pull him in to talk to him from time to time.
But Harry didn't know why, but he always felt uncomfortable with this kind of care.
This time he thought he would be dragged into an awkward chat again, but unexpectedly Peter just nodded and walked downstairs without stopping.
In order to maintain the character of James' good friend, Peter usually didn't mind dragging Harry along for a show, but not tonight.
Just now, Voldemort found the clue they had been looking for for a long time from the head of a little witch. Now is the time to reap the rewards, and there is no room for any delay.
Seeing Professor Pedro leaving in a hurry, Harry scratched his head strangely and continued walking to the dormitory without thinking much.
The boy's eyes are clear and pure, while the man's eyes are deep and distant.
Standing at the window on the second floor, Aini watched quietly as a shadow merged into the grass and quickly ran towards the Forbidden Forest.
As soon as he stepped into the gate of the castle, Ani sensed the disgusting smell, so he separated from Hermione in advance, providing Mr. Riddle with an "opportunity".
People will have things they are good at and things they are not good at. Using one's own shortcomings to attack another's strengths will often lead to defeat, but using one's own strengths to attack another's shortcomings will mostly benefit.
Therefore, people often prefer to solve problems in the way they are good at, especially after past successful experiences have exerted an inertia on them, which will limit their behavior patterns to some extent.
Being born a master of Legilimency was an extremely outstanding talent of Voldemort, which provided him with irreplaceable assistance during his years of development from larva to adult.
But whether he is calculating mentally or not, this advantage is the help of Voldemort, and it is also the help of Aini.