Ning An, who had transformed into a raven, seemed to be a little uncomfortable with the animal's body, and he tried to walk forward with his legs open, but his posture was extremely awkward, and he had to shake his body forward and backward, and at the same time spread his legs left and right, and walked forward to the side respectively.

This is very different from the walking posture of human beings, and later he found that his legs are very powerful, and he can jump a long distance at once, which is much more convenient than walking step by step.

What excites and delights Ning An the most is flying, he forgets how long he hasn't been so happy, and when he spreads his wings, the sky turns into land.

He tosses, spins, and accelerates in the air with the same ease as a human running and jumping on the ground, and can even perform many more complex movements.

In the dim dormitory, a raven with black feathers and a glowing light tossed and turned in the not very spacious room, sometimes through the bed curtains, sometimes into the curtains, and then suddenly accelerated out, flying around the unlit chandelier.

Like an elf dancing in the dark, Ning An seemed to be too excited, and after he spun in the air again, he suddenly picked up speed, and a pair of sword wings gathered at his side, rushing towards one of the walls of the bedroom like a cannonball.

Just as he was about to hit the wall, he suddenly spread his wings, leaned back, and a pair of shimmering claws poked forward.

"Squeak-"

With an elongated sharp and muffled sound, Ning An flaped his wings and turned over after sinking, rose to a high altitude and landed steadily on the head of the bed, quietly looking at his masterpiece on the wall.

A shallow ravine appeared in the stone wall, not a white line, not an imprint, but a groove that was literally pulled out. Gravel fell to the ground.

Although it is a very shallow ditch, this sharpness is far beyond Ning An's imagination, you must know that the Slytherin bedroom is built because it is underground, and it is built near the lake, and the walls of the bedroom are made of the hardest bluestone, and ordinary people use sharp axes to chop, and at most leave a few white marks.

The two claws scratched alternately from time to time, and Ning An felt a slight pain in his toes and claws when his stamina came up.

Ning An jumped lightly on the bed, his two wings stretched out, his head was clenched, and the bird's body was slightly bent, and then he seemed to turn around very quickly and saw that the raven was getting bigger and bigger, just for a moment, in the blink of an eye, Ning An changed back into a human form and appeared on the bed.

He quickly stepped down from the floor, pushed open the door to his dormitory, and without saying hello to Malfoy and the others, he walked straight outside Hogwarts Castle.

The small room made Ning An very dissatisfied, he didn't want to be confined to such a narrow space at all, for the first time in his life, he was so eager for the sky.

What he used to hate most was flying high in the air on a flying broomstick, but now the sky is so beautiful and yearning for him.

Night had come, and it was already time for Hogwarts to ban students from leaving the school, but since Lady Loris was petrified, Filch had been moving a stool all day long and standing guard by the carved wall, hoping to catch the heir of Slytherin.

In the large hall on the first floor, some students were still enjoying dinner, but the tall main entrance to the outside was closed, and Ning An turned his head, walked through the crowd, and walked towards the stairs leading to the higher floors.

Climbing up the stairs to the seventh floor, turning a corner where no one was around, Ning An gently took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the top of his head, as if mercury flowed through his body, and his figure silently disappeared in the corridor, as if he had never been here.

Ning An, who was invisible, stood in place for a moment, confirmed that no one was following, so he continued to move forward, going up through a winding staircase on the west side, and gradually heard the cold wind of the winter night.

After going up an unknown number of steps, Ning An came to the West Tower of Hogwarts, carefully climbed the West Tower stairs to the top floor, and Ning An arrived at his destination.

This is the owl shack at Hogwarts, where the owls raised by the students rest, surrounded by large windows without glass to make it easier for the owls to enter and exit.

The cold night breeze whined, and the cold air made Ning Anxin clear his heart and breathe a little easier.

Looking at the bright moon in the endless night sky, Ning An no longer pressed his mood, he raised his hands, turned in a circle, and in a trance, there was an energetic raven in the owl shed.

The presence of the ravens bewildered several owls that approached, and they let out a short chirping of "Ououou-" as if they were unwelcoming to the sudden appearance of outsiders.

Ning An took a deep breath, kicked his lower limbs hard, and his wings lightly fell on the buttress wall at the edge of the shed.

The moon is scarce, and Hogwarts has not yet ushered in its first snow in December, but the cold wind is still merciless, and the steel knife blows Ning An's wings.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ning An faced the cold wind and jumped forward.

The raven spreads its wings in the air, like a spirit in the night, and this time its stage is the boundless expanse of the sky.

Ning An recklessly ascended, accelerated, and ascended again, and as he accelerated, he felt that he was about to fly above the clouds, and the castle of Hogwarts had become a dot the size of a ping-pong ball, and it was the first time he had observed the school from such a perspective.

You can barely tell the hunting grounds, the Quidditch pitch, and the Forbidden Forest where the vast expanse of tall trees is located.

Ning An saw the valleys, rivers and vast mountains in the distance, towering cliffs, and deep and vast black lakes. Ning An had never been so free as he was now, he forgot how long he had been flying, and he only felt as if there was endless power in his body.

He unconsciously flew over a large lake, and next to the big lake, Ning'an saw rows of cottages with thatched roofs, which looked like a village.

Ning An swooped down and flew towards the village, the village near Hogwarts, I am afraid that there is only Hogsmeade.

Raising his wings, the air currents on both sides whistled, and after a while, Ning An flew rapidly from the sky, and he glided all the way over the avenue in the middle of the village, flapping his wings a few times, and landed right on the stake in front of a small wooden house at the corner of the avenue.

On a rusty stand at the main entrance of the wooden house, there is a tattered signboard that reads "Pig's Head Bar", I wonder if it is to show the name of this bar more vividly, and the signboard also draws a severed pig's head, and the blood stains penetrate the white cloth that wraps it.

"Sure enough, it's Hogsmeade."

Ning An thought in his heart, he didn't expect to fly directly to the Pig's Head Bar, which was the dirtiest bar in Hogsmeade, and it was also the place where the three sects and nine streams gathered.

What's more, the boss here is Abs? Dumbledore's younger brother, Aberforth? Dumbledore, although he has some conflicts with Dumbledore, he is dedicated to helping his brother.

Ning An's wings flew to the signboard of the bar for a while, and he was hesitating whether to turn back into a human body, and go in for a drink, when he heard the main entrance "squeak" and was pushed open, accompanied by a man's smooth voice:

"It's so cold this day, Aberforth, why can't you just let me in and have a drink?"

Ning An looked down, two people walked out of the main gate with a push, and the man who spoke was the one who was pushed out, he was short and fat, wrapped in a thick robe, with a headscarf on his head, and covered his face tightly, at this time he was pushed and staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

The man who pushed him out of the bar was tall and thin, with a strong resemblance to Dumbledore, wearing boots and a padded jacket, and a large pile of long gray hair and beard. From what I just said, it seems that this man is Aberforth.

"Fletch, you've been barred from this bar for a long time," Aberforth said in a gruff voice, "Alright, stop talking nonsense, get out." ”

The man named Fleich slowly removed the turban wrapped around his head, revealing his ginger hair, and Ning An could see clearly the bloodshot eyes on this man's face, which made people feel unreliable when they looked at it.

He tore off his turban, his expression became a little angry but helpless, and Fletch said indignantly:

"I've come a long way... It's freezing cold from Leicestershire, and I just want to warm up with a big glass of Butterbeer - I'm doing something for Dumbledore! Aberforth! ”

Ning An was originally standing on the signboard with the mentality of watching the excitement, but when he heard Fletch talk about Dumbledore and Leicestershire, he suddenly felt a thrill in his heart, and he couldn't help but listen attentively.

Aberforth seemed a little impatient, and pushed Fletch twice, and said in disgust, "If you want to drink, you can go to Rosmerta, and three brooms welcome every guest." ”

Fletch lowered his head and snapped his fingers, softened his tone, and said with a little pleading, "Hey, Aberforth, I've been running out of money lately - you know, it's not easy to do things for Dumbledore - the wine at Rosmerta is too expensive." ”

"I don't understand what a man like you can do Dumbledore for." Aberforth deliberately made a disdainful expression, as if he was determined to keep Fletch out of the bar.

Hearing Aberforth say this, Fletsch's face turned red, and he looked around with a sinister eyebrow, and seeing that there was no one, he lowered his voice, and said with some ostentation in his tone:

"Hmph, I, I dare say that what I've found out this time will definitely help Dumbledore—"

Ning An turned his head sideways, aimed his inner ear at the two of them, and listened carefully.

As he spoke, Fletch triumphantly reached into his arms and pulled out a small glass bottle with some mercury-like liquid flowing from it.

"How? It's the memory of a certain Muggle in Leicestershire—" Fletch mysteriously approached Aberforth in a hoarse voice and said, "I'm sure this will do Dumbledore a great favor." ”