After listening to the boy's story, Aini's face showed a complex look.
Easter, Edinburgh, Lily...
The time, place, characters, all the elements are right.
Unexpectedly, the answer to the question that had puzzled him and Silver before was actually found in a student's confession.
The birth of Susan Ann was not an accident. It was just a coincidence because Harry happened to be in Edinburgh at that time.
In addition to the scars and soul fragments left by Voldemort, he also has his mother's love and nostalgia.
At a specific time and place, Lily's lingering thoughts were inspired by her bloodline and perhaps Snape's familiar aura, and participated in a miracle that was difficult to replicate.
It was also because of the changes in Lily's soul that Harry came into contact with the complete scene of that night.
To a certain extent, the Potions Professor is a wish come true, and Susanna can indeed be regarded as the continuation of Lily's life.
Ani could imagine Snape's ecstatic look.
The question is, how should he respond to Harry's request for help now?
Although Harry would definitely be happy about Lily's other journey in life, how to tell him?
Tell the truth?
[Ahem, Harry, Professor Snape and I conducted some experiments and resurrected Lily. Now she is a milk baby, being nursed by James' love rival...]
Don't make trouble, even if you haven't said it out loud yet, you just can't write the draft in your heart.
Ani resisted the urge to slap her forehead and decided to give Sif the opportunity to explain.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent, and even the air seemed to have become stagnant.
Fortunately, Harry didn't expect to really get the answer from him. Before, he wanted to find someone trustworthy to talk to. After calming down a little, he revealed the main reason for coming today.
Purpose.
"The people from the Ministry of Magic are here because of Voldemort, right?"
Harry suddenly raised his lowered head and looked at Ani steadily.
"I heard them say in the corridor that they wanted to ask you and Dumbledore to come forward to prove that the Quidditch night was not a farce, but an attack controlled by Voldemort. Is that true?"
"That's right."
Ani said frankly, "But Dumbledore and I cannot come forward in this matter, and, Harry, don't call that person by his name in the future."
"Why? Are you also afraid of Voldemort?"
Upon hearing this, Harry stood up excitedly and almost tipped his chair over to the ground.
"Calm down, Harry, you are already a man. You must learn to control your emotions, otherwise you will never be able to defeat him here."
Aini tapped Harry's forehead remotely, and the boy suddenly groaned, and there was a sharp sting from the scar.
"Well...but, why?"
Harry covered his head and sat back, unfamiliar pictures flashing in front of his eyes.
"Listen, Harry, control your emotions. Only after you calm down can we continue talking."
After giving the boy a refill of Linlu, Aini lit a plate of Ningshen incense on the coffee table.
Voldemort and Harry's souls have been entangled for more than ten years. It is difficult for outsiders to provide effective help, and he can only calm down by himself.
"Thanks."
A few minutes later, the boy raised his glass and drank Lin Lu in one gulp, his expression feeling much relieved.
"Harry, it is true that the attack on the Quidditch pitch was related to that person, but have you ever thought about why he would do this? What is his purpose?"
"Purpose? Isn't it normal for the Dark Lord to do evil?"
The boy muttered, "Does the Dark Lord need a purpose to do evil?"
"But what can he gain from this? Harry, if you don't want to be treated like a child, then you must first learn to think about problems from an adult perspective."
Looking at the confused naughty kid across from him, Aini suddenly missed Hermione very much. Although they were about the same age, the little witch was very worry-free.
"The camp that was attacked was the Romanian team's camp. Did he want to provoke a war between the two countries?"
Harry recalled the details of that night and straightened his back suddenly, seeming to be shocked by his own inference.
"I'm glad you can see this, but these alone are far from the intensity that could trigger a war. At most, the two countries' ministries of magic will be at odds with each other for a while."
Seeing the boy put aside his prejudice and anger and think seriously, Aini stopped being pretentious and directly gave the answer.
"As the incident unfolds, more people will think of him and what he has done. And because of the World Cup and foreign affairs, it will not only affect England."
While explaining to Harry, Ani thought of the conversation in the principal's office a few days ago, and secretly thought it was dangerous.
If Dumbledore hadn't made new achievements in deciphering ancient memories, maybe they would have been led by Voldemort this time, allowing him to regain his strength faster.
"Harry, there have been rumors that that person cast a spell on his name, and Dumbledore confirmed that this is true."
"His real purpose in causing trouble on the Quidditch pitch is to spread fear, to remind wizards in England to think of him again, and to let more wizards from other countries understand what he did in the past."
"And he can gain strength from other people's fears and accelerate his own recovery."
"At the same time, if someone says his name, then he may feel the other person's position, breath, and even emotions."
Arnie sat on the sofa and gently stroked the cat's head, which is why he and Dumbledore refused to stand up for Scrimgeour——
That would be an assist for Voldemort.
Harry sat across from him with his mouth half open, looking a little dazed.
Put a spell on a name?
Suddenly, Harry felt like a clown in his previous act of pretending to be brave.
Aini didn't say anything more, letting the boy adjust himself, picked up a book and started reading.
"Sorry, Ani, I don't know, I..."
"It doesn't matter, some knowledge is still difficult for you to access now. Learn more, read more, and think more, Harry, I believe you can become an excellent wizard."
Ani stood up and patted the boy on the shoulder. Seeing that it was past curfew time, he sent him back to Gryffindor Tower.
"Thank you, Ani. Thank you, Professor."
After the Fat Madam gave up his seat, Harry solemnly thanked him. The first sentence was to thank the friend who helped him, and the second sentence was to respect the teacher who solved his doubts.
"Come on, Harry!"
After cheering up the boy, Ani teleported directly back to the tree house in the Forbidden Forest with satisfaction.
With three more pieces of coarse wool in hand, Aini felt that he was not far from being promoted again in his bloodline.
Speaking of which, for his special talent, Hogwarts is really a blessed place.
Especially...it's also connected to the Forbidden Forest!
Looking at Sylvie shrouded in the light of the moon, a heartfelt smile appeared on Aini's face.