Lifting the blanket covering her body, Aini stroked Shay's enlarged belly, a small life growing happily.

The adult unicorn's hair isn't as fluffy as Tom's, but it has a mesmerizing smoothness, and Ani says he can here for a day if nothing happens.

Unfortunately, today is not a day off, and he reluctantly packed up his bed, and without the surveillance of the bird and snake Lulu, Ani has no confidence in Dumbledore's magic detection at all.

It is not doubtful that the old wizard is strong, but judging from the curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Voldemort obviously used the Slytherin blood on his body to steal some of the authority of his ancestors, and it is difficult to say that this shabby did not bypass Dumbledore.

For this reason, he had to sleep with the unicorn tribe every night, and to be honest, it was a great feeling to sleep with a group of horses in Scotland in the winter!

Aini could feel the natural breath nourishing him all the time, and his extraordinary physique made the cold not uncomfortable, and he looked at the twinkling stars above, and the big guys who spontaneously surrounded him to shield him from the cold wind also made his body and mind extremely warm, and he indulged in breathing freedom in this ancient woodland.

Yesterday, however, she couldn't see the stars, and the wind and snow were blowing for half a night, and Aini had to deform the surrounding trees to cover the place.

After clearing the snow from the dome, Aini removed the spell effect and returned to his hut with a transfiguration, spending the night in the Forbidden Forest, where proper cleanup was necessary.

Leaving the hut, he saw from a distance that there seemed to be people playing in front of the castle gate, and when he got closer, Ani couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

I have to say that Quirrell may not be human now, but the Weasley twins are real dogs.

The two blocked the direction of the gate and ran after Quirrell, and the spelled snowball continued to charge at the back of the head that had been transformed into an inn, which was not very hurtful, but extremely insulting.

Perhaps in the original world, Lao Fu was still regretting when he died, and he didn't kill these two unlucky children.

"Professor Scamander, Professor Scamander." Seeing Ani coming, Quirrell couldn't bother to pretend to stutter, and ran over like a savior, and no one saved the scene, Voldemort was going to explode on him again, okay?

Why do you say "again"? Quirrell froze, as if he had seen the evil smile of a certain cat, and was vaguely uneasy about asking for help from Aini.

"Haha, I'm here."

Quirrell watched as a dozen head-sized snowballs in front of Ani gradually formed, could this guy take his call for help as an invitation?

It's not a snowball fight, it's bullying!

Do you still have to call me out for help? My Defence Against the Dark Arts professor doesn't want to lose face!

"Bang!"

The Defence Against the Dark Arts professor was hit hard in face, and Snowball rode his face, so he asked you if the black wool was given.

Quirrell, who thought he had come to save his life, found that there were more than three times as many snowballs flying towards him, and although some of the snowballs flew towards Fred and George, most of them were his own.

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall walked out of the castle.

The dark green wizard's robe was embellished with silver dense stripes, and he wore a black tweed women's pointed hat on his head, and the whole person looked extremely capable. The usual plain dress is completely different.

At this time of the year, Professor McGonagall would go to the school board to negotiate a share of the school for half a year, including but not limited to potions, herbs, various new crafts, etc., which would bring a large sum of gold gallons to the school to keep it running.

After breakfast today, Professor McGonagall found out that Dumbledore had left the school again, and as the Deputy Headmaster, she didn't have permission to let the school's fireplace connect to Floo.com—

When Dumbledore was at school, McGonagall was able to borrow some of the headmaster's permissions with his authority, but when Dumbledore was not in the castle, some of the rights were locked, such as inside and outside of traffic.

So she had no choice but to leave the confines of the castle and phantasmaginate to her destination.

As soon as he stepped out of the castle gate, he saw Quirrell dodging under the attack of the snowball, looking extremely embarrassed.

The twins were stunned, and it was over, and Professor McGonagall would never spare them.

But then the hearts of the two turned cloudy and clear.

"Minerva, Quelinas invited me to a snowball fight, would you like to come and play together? Let's fight the three of them two. "Ani was elated, but that's exactly what happened.

Quirrell & Dark Lord's wool shouldn't be too cool.

Quirrell gives one, the Dark Lord gives one; The Dark Lord gave one, and Quirrell gave one. It's a double the joy.

Naturally, McGonagall wouldn't get involved, seeing that they were just joking, she went to do something.

Poor Quirrell fell into great disappointment again, and he felt that his master was about to kill the three imps.

But under the temptation of the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort endured it and simply fell into a brief slumber, leaving Quirrell himself with a puff of snow and mist from time to time.

Although the twins' snowballs are just insulting, it hurts to hit Ani.

Luckily, after Voldemort fell asleep, Aini quickly lost interest in Quirrell, said hello to him, and led the twins to dinner.

The whole "snowball fight" lasted for a short time, but many students witnessed it. Far from receiving sympathy, Quirrell became the heroes of the students' rebellion against the Stinky Demon King due to his submissive stammering image, script-based lectures, and most importantly, the biochemical weapons that are released all the time.

Especially since they haven't been penalized for it – not even the points deducted.

For a while, the children in all grades and houses who liked to play tricks were greatly encouraged, and each Defence Against the Dark Arts class turned into a public execution ground for Quirrell.

There are always some little wizards who, in Quirrell's stumbling telling, ask tricky questions.

When there was really no topic to talk about, they would ask Quirrell about the origin of the turban.

Because whenever he asked this question, Quirrell would go out of his way to tell him that he had helped a prince in Africa get rid of the zombie taunt that he had given him the turban.

When everyone asks for details, Quirrell will stutter and change the subject very lamely, and every time he is waiting for him, he will burst into laughter.

Even Voldemort was a little skeptical of his decision, could it be that Dumbledore really rejected his application for the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for his own good? The environment in which this course is taught is simply too treacherous. What did you think at the time? Lao Fu, who treats his soul as a cake, has no impression at all.

Two unlucky people who share the same body feel that every class is a great adventure.

The great thing about this adventure is that the even greater Dark Lord is likely to be exposed because of these bear children, and would rather fight to return to Albania to survive than have Arvada nibble on this pile of melons.

Quirrell said it was too difficult.

As the Christmas holidays approach, the Great Hall of Hogwarts has changed little by little. Hagrid wiped his face covered with snow in the cold wind, and dragged a fir to the auditorium.

"Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?"

Hagrid turned his head, and a red-haired head popped into the dense branches, "No—"

"Shrink down!" Before Hagrid could speak, he heard the little witch chanting a spell. The glow of magic enveloped the entire cedar tree.

Then the light went out, and the huge fir did not change.

It's embarrassing.

"Thank you, Ron, Hermione." Hagrid thanked him and laughed.

"This cedar tree has a lot of magic power, and it is a good material for making wands, and it is difficult for ordinary spells to work on it."

"Staff-making? I think Mr. Ollivanders will love it. Hermione, who felt a little embarrassed, muttered.

"That's right, most of the wand materials produced at Hogwarts are sold to the Ollivanders Wand Shop." Malfoy followed, interjecting with some flattery.

Although they are all first-year Transfiguration assistants, Hermione is obviously the leader of the four, and most of the questions they don't have well will go to Hermione for advice, and when Hermione can't answer them, they will ask Ani.

In fact, these problems rarely happened, no time was wasted on Nick Lemay, and the little witch's homework was more solid, and she had already read half of the textbooks used in the senior years.

The relationship between the two improved after a long period of contact, and Hermione also discovered that this stinky child was actually not that annoying.

Malfoy, on the other hand, consoled himself by saying that he was only bowing his head for a moment to gain more power, so that he would not lose to these Muggle-born children. But gradually, even I couldn't fool myself with this excuse.

"Hmph." ×2

Malfoy and Ron looked at each other with disgust, but they didn't just pinch each other as before.

Instead, Crabbe and Goyle stared at Ron viciously, which felt like the lord had humiliated his subordinates to death. I have to say that under Aini's teaching, after reining in some of the bad problems formed by pampering, as the heir of an ancient family, Malfoy also began to show some outstanding methods.

Crabbe and Goyle originally just followed the orders of the family and followed the heir of the Malfoy family, but now they gradually identify with him as the "boss".

"Hagrid, let's leave first, the students in the back are blocked."

After Hermione spoke, the group followed Hagrid towards the Great Hall, where Bill and Aini were accompanying their supervisor to set up Christmas decorations, and when Hagrid walked in, the two were discussing casting a spell on the ribbon of holly and the parasite so that someone would drop a little bit of multicolored light when they walked by.

Bill has a new earring, which seems to have been given by some little fan, and it seems that when he returns to Hogwarts, he will probably end his single life early. In that case, I don't know if he and Fleur will be attracted to each other.

Is it the success of the junior, or is it a tearing battle, Aini's thoughts are flying around, and Bill with strange eyes has a chill, and quietly distances himself from him.