"Even though I haven't done anything." Harry stroked the small lightning bolt on his forehead, and the green light flashed in his mind, the figure who had risked his life to stand in front of him.

"If Voldemort dies in Godric's Hollow, the hero can't be me, even if someone does something, it should be my father and mother, they are the real heroes."

Tears swirled and swirled in his eyes, but they didn't fall after all. Before they knew it, the two of them walked to the lake and sat down on a stone beside them.

"But they are gone, leaving their reputation and life to me. What about cold eyes, ridicule, and the worst? Harry looked at the peaceful lake in front of him, and his trembling voice at the mention of his parents calmed down again.

"When I woke up, I was faced with a scene that was far from the worst I could have imagined. Ron, Neville, Seamus, Dean, I didn't see any ridicule, everyone cared for me and comforted me. ”

"George and Fred put on a farce in the break room, George counted Fred who played me, and when he turned to leave, he hit a pillar, and then Fred grabbed his neck and shouted for help."

"Haha, apparently things weren't as bad as I thought they were, and even when I got to the Great Hall, everyone was friendly except for the Slytherin students. In fact, even most Slytherin veterans don't care about it. ”

A smile appeared on Harry's face, he didn't regret his actions yesterday so much now, although it was indeed embarrassing, but it also allowed him to see a lot, especially to himself.

"Those involved often make the problem serious, but in fact, after the passage of time, the weight of those hardships is not more than what we have gained." Aini patted Harry on the shoulder, he was better than he remembered.

With Malfoy no longer taking pleasure in humiliating Harry as he did in the original books, and with no one to help him, the hiccup between Harry and Professor Snape quickly fell off the headlines of gossip and was topped by an endless stream of campus anecdotes.

After the limelight passed, the two did not have any private communication. Even in class, Snape didn't say a word to Harry alone.

Even the occasional poisonous tongue has shifted the target, I don't know if it's an alternative blessing in disguise.

Even Ron, who was teamed up with Harry again, didn't get sprayed again-

Even on his rounds, Snape bypassed their table.

In this way, Harry's goal with Snaptaus that day was achieved, although it was not a good one.

Aini's teaching life is also quite productive, especially for the first-year students who use the new textbooks, who are almost finishing the lessons of this grade, so he dedicates more class time to talk about some extended knowledge.

Everything seems to be going smoothly at Hogwarts.

Except for Quirrell.

The two were smuggled into Egypt during the Christmas holidays, and it was originally speculated that Aini and Dumbledore had entered the crypt to transform into life forms so that the combination could last longer.

But both of them underestimated Voldemort's methods, and even if he failed once, he was still the premier master of the dark arts in England.

"I really never expected that they would go to Egypt to receive the curse." Voldemort's application of the curse amazed Aini, is this how the master players play?

"Continuing life with a curse has to admit that it is a method that ordinary people can hardly think of." Dumbledore felt a little sorry that the Headmaster had always admitted that the man was the most magically gifted student he had ever taught, but unfortunately he had gone astray.

"Of course, ordinary people can't bear the effect of [life drying up]. It has been recorded that in times older than the Dark Ages, "life drying" was used in criminal law, and the most heinous people would be cursed with this powerful force and buried deep in the ground in coffins. ”

"This spell was lost after the Dark Ages, but judging by the curse still in effect in the tombs, perhaps in the unknown underground, there are still imprisoned souls yearning for destruction."

Ani shuddered, and the mere description of the words made him feel the cruelty.

As a powerful curse, Life Dry lives up to its name, draining the subject's life force the moment it takes effect, but the recipient does not die, but lives forever in its final state.

But no one wants to achieve such eternal life.

Just like the lich and the mummy have their own names, the existence created by [Life Dry] is called the "torturer", and you know that this is not a good way to live when you hear the name.

Seeing that Ani was a little apprehensive, the bad old man deliberately described the effect of the curse in a ghostly tone.

"The torturers will not feel any happiness, any food will be full of stench in their mouths, their eyes will not see bright colors, and no matter how beautiful the music is, it will only be a noise that can torture people crazy, and even the pity and hugs of relatives will make them suffer excruciatingly."

"But there's nothing unusual about Quirrell's performance." Aini was a little puzzled, if that was the case, I was afraid that with Quirrell's tolerance, he would be able to jump up in pain when he sat in a chair, and he would have been dressed up a long time ago.

"I think it's because Tom took on this, and in order to get the Philosopher's Stone, he has to make sure that Quirrell can continue to lurk." In this regard, Dumbledore also had to sigh at Voldemort's stoicism.

After being cursed, the consciousness will remain awake forever until the soul dies.

"Phew, thankfully this magic is lost." This result was undoubtedly more terrifying than death, and if Voldemort had mastered this curse at an early age, it is hard to say how many people would have dared to resist him at that time.

If you are not afraid of death, you may not be able to survive torture.

"But now that he's experienced the magic himself, Tom's talent doesn't necessarily mean that he can't figure out some of the principles, maybe he can figure something out." Dumbledore only wanted the soul splitting to have a greater impact on Voldemort, otherwise even if he succeeded in destroying him, if this vicious spell was passed on, it would be infinitely poisonous.

Both of them have a bit of a headache about this, and sure enough, only Tom, who is completely dead, is a good Tom.

Oh, not about you. Ani patted Tom Meow's little head, and then put his hand on Fox who was lying in his arms, and sure enough, he was in a much better mood.

Voldemort is getting weirder and weirder, which makes the two of them a little bad, but there is also a bright side.

At least the unicorn should be safe.

A big part of the difficulty of curses is that they can be mixed with other powers, especially other curses.

I don't want to come to Voldemort and I don't want to try what kind of moth will happen when [Life Dry] meets with Cursed Blood.

Anyway, Quirrell hadn't been to the Forbidden Forest since he returned to school.

But to be on the safe side, Ani slept in the Forbidden Forest.

Summer vacation is just over two months away, and Newt and Tina will start their trip.

Ani had to sort out the scope of Dumbledore's plan before they left, otherwise he would definitely be blinded by then, and it would be convenient for him to live in the Forbidden Forest.

You must know that although the basement of the old mansion in Devon is not large, it requires a lot of magic.

Hogwarts has the largest mana node in the UK, and this mana supply is nothing, but the problem is that the control of the Forbidden Forest magic vein belongs to Slytherin, and has not been passed down like the other Big Four.

In other words, even Dumbledore could not create a single vein in the Forbidden Forest to power Newt's magical space.

He could only draw a range of energy levels that would allow Aini to connect the expanded space with the magic vein.

The problem arises that the plants and animals that had relied on those magical veins will lose their provisions. The animals are fine, but even magical plants are rarely able to move on their own, and Aini must move them to land where there is still a quota.

To this end, under Hagrid's somewhat resentful gaze, Aini planned to extend his poisonous hand to the eight-eyed spider.

The size of the gang has grown, causing the more sensitive plants around it to wither and make room for more.

Aini plans to reduce the number of some spider colonies, as XXXXX-level magical creatures require a lot of mana when they hatch.

Don't look at the cockroaches that spread in the Forbidden Forest, if it were in the Muggle world, not even an egg would hatch without magical offerings.

Otherwise, something that is so easy to feed would not be so valuable.

"Aini, don't hurt these cuties, let me think of another way." Hagrid pleaded, and when he found out that the like-minded Aini had no interest in the cute little spider, he kept turning his almost solidified brain to find a way to get the best of both worlds.

It's a pity that the brain, which has been stocked for many years, dismisses the urging of the owner and has no idea of completing the task at all.

Helpless, Hagrid had no choice but to ask Ani to do it after a while, at least after he found a reason to go out-

If you really can't help it, you can only choose to be out of sight and out of mind.

Lately, he's been a little upset about magical creatures, and Hagrid can't help but put more energy into another big hobby.

A green field was right in front of him, and Hagrid enjoyed growing them, especially the giant pumpkins, and laughed like a child every time he heard the little wizard praise the jack-o'-lanterns on Halloween.

However, Hagrid also likes to challenge some unfamiliar crops, and this year's Muggle wizards are very active, and Professor Sprout was given a bag of seeds a while ago, because the child had never seen them in the greenhouse, so he sent a bag to the family as if he had donated a treasure.

Perhaps in this child's cognition, crops that can grow sweet fruits are also very magical.

But apparently Professor Sprout rejected his judgment and eventually transferred the bag of seeds to Hagrid.

The gentle Hufflepuff has kindness to everyone.

"How's it going, Aini." Hagrid triumphantly pointed to the verdant fields, where the seedlings were huddled together to form long green lines.

"You're going to keep planting like this?" Aini rubbed her eyebrows, according to Hagrid's planting method, if she was in her old life in her previous life, she would definitely be beaten out of five miles by her old father.

"yes, look how happy they look." Hagrid stared at the seedlings in the field and smiled happily, isn't the charm of planting just watching them grow day by day?

Looking at the dense seedlings, Aini was about to talk to Hagrid about it, but suddenly felt that she had grasped something.