Of course, Hagrid would never be grateful to him.

Aini didn't explain the stakes to Hagrid, which would be better to be understated.

"Yesterday he seemed to be coming to the Forbidden Forest, and when he saw me, he went back." Hagrid tilted his head and toasted again.

Nobeta sniffed the air on Aini's shoulder, a little eager to try.

Hagrid might have spoiled him for anything else, but after learning that brandy was not good for the growth of young dragons, he would definitely not let his dragon cubs touch the wine, at least until Nobeta was out of her infancy.

"Quirrell? What else is he going to do in the Forbidden Forest? Ani was a little glad that he had captured Percy's strong man at night, and he was confident that Quirrell wouldn't do anything meaningless.

Especially at this time, his every action will cause his master great pain, and no one can avoid this pain, otherwise this "eternal life" will be too cheap.

After Voldemort took all the pain on himself, the only thing he could do was to hold back his screams, even though the Dark Lord might have been in pain and wanted to shush in Quirrell's head.

He didn't dare to drink too much, and after a small talk with Hagrid, Aini walked to the unicorn's territory.

Earlier today, Ms. Capet sent in fresh alfalfa, which has been grown in large quantities since the British enclosure movement in the 18th century.

This seemingly inconspicuous little green plant has an extraordinary magic power for herbivores, and after the enclosure movement, the annual production value of British lambs has increased by 600%, and it has to be said that the introduction of high-quality alfalfa has played a non-negligible contribution.

This little thing is rich in vitamin C, calcium, iron, selenium and other elements, which is rich in nutrients and has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects.

Unfortunately, there is no such plant in the Forbidden Forest, and when Aini realized it too late last year, winter is not a good season for planting.

Last month, Ani had sprinkled alfalfa seeds in the unicorn's range, a hardy variety that would be more suited to the Hogwarts climate.

Unfortunately, only a few small buds are popping up at this time, and the only way to meet the needs of the cute horned horses is still by mail.

Carrying the bag with the Traceless Stretching Charm, Ani walked leisurely through the quiet forest, where the bright moon seemed to be particularly fond of it, and her gentle hand brushed through the branches, leaving a veil-white mark like a broken flower.

The sound of breathing became slower and slower, and Aini unconsciously closed her eyes, and the tips of each branch in her path were torn by herself, unwilling to stab the natural walker.

Each leaf crowded forward, touching Ani's face with its soft side, and both of them were happy at the same time, enjoying the peaceful night even more.

But tranquility is always broken, and the sound of horses' hooves comes from far and near, and a naturally carved body comes out of the woods.

"Little wizard, the Forbidden Forest is not the place you should come when you're drunk."

"Ferenze, it's me. What's wrong with your eyes? Ani tried to focus on Ferenze's large dark circles, the horses were dressed with a bit of spicy eyes, especially when there were still some inexplicable marks on their tails.

Looks like Ferenze had a tummy trouble today?

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you. Lately the stars seem to have fallen in love with hide and seek, their trajectories have become erratic, and Mars is moving farther and closer to us. ”

Aini looked at him speechlessly, can't he really talk properly?

The centaur tribe has been a little panicked recently, and the planet's movement has a different trend, and the old and the new are intertwined, which makes the centaurs, known as the star whisperers, very puzzling.

The stars float erratically, and staring at the night sky every night has almost become the norm for the tribe, but unfortunately the black circles under the eyes are not as cute as the baby pandas.

"A word of advice for you, Ferenze, take care of the foals in the tribe. The Forbidden Forest may be about to usher in a dangerous figure. Ani kindly reminded him that it was none of his business whether the centaurs would listen or not.

Despite settling in the Forbidden Forest, the relationship between centaurs and wizards is anything but friendly.

"I know, I know, someone is coming back, and the trajectory of the planet foreshadows everything." Ferenze scratched at his messy hair with some agitation.

"But suddenly we can't see clearly, it's clear that they're right in front of us, Scamander's boy, we might be in big trouble."

As he spoke, the centaurs' eyes were a little dazed.

"The shadow passed through the gap in the moon, and Saturn gradually descended with Mars."

The sound of hooves came from near and far, and before Ani could open his mouth to speak, Ferenze plunged headlong into the dense forest from which he had come.

Ani smacked the words left by the centaurs in confusion, which was one of the reasons why the centaurs were immersed in the stars every day, but almost no one went to them for divination.

The clock always rotates, but time doesn't.

Friendly patted the trunk of the human willow, and Tom wagged his little tail and nimbly passed through the dense branches, covering the scar of the big willow with his little claws.

One of Snape's unfinished potions would have worked better with the addition of fresh willow leaf buds.

Despite being forced to take on the job, Aini wanted to do better.

The branches of the beating willow are a nuisance for those who come closer, and the same is true for Aini, who has a hard time getting away from the beating willow every time.

It liked Ani very much, and every time he wrapped it tightly with a branch, he never let it go honestly.

As usual, after a few minutes of "hugging" between Ani and Beater Willow, Tom expertly froze it.

Gently untying the branches on his body, Aini's nose twitched slightly, and suddenly dispelled the idea of leaving.

Quirrell has been here.

He will never admit this unforgettable taste of decay.

Leaning over and burrowing into the secret passage under the beating willow, Aini confirmed his judgment, and sure enough, the smell of Quirrell was even stronger.

After taking a few more steps, Aini's heart moved, and her body suddenly twisted, and then the originally cramped tunnel became spacious.

Aini's form vanished, leaving a trumpet sniffer in place.

Aini had not gone through the process of learning Animagus, neither had mandrake leaves nor prepared some disgusting potions.

It was during a game with his animal friends that he naturally completed his first Animagus transformation.

Aini knew it had something to do with his talent, but he couldn't say why.

He can transform into any familiar animal, whether it's an ordinary creature or a magical creature.

Aini suspected that Quirrell was screaming at the shack at this time, and it was better to be cautious to avoid an untimely encounter.

After a few more steps, Aini felt that it was still a little unsafe......

What came into view confirmed his conjecture.

"Where's the stuff?" Quirrell's tone was gloomy, and the hoarse grinding sound made the figure under the black robe even more eerie.

But it was obvious that the other side was not a good person, and he shook the small box in his hand in surprise, but he didn't mean to hand it over.

"Here, but I'm going to get my money first."

As the voice looked up, the person on the other side also wrapped himself tightly, this place was too close to Hogwarts.

Moreover, many characters in Hogsmeade are not easy to mess with, and it has long been his instinct to wander in the gray area and keep a low profile.

However, the buyer knew his identity and did not change his voice after entering the screaming shack.

Karaktakus Bock?

Aini's smaller eyes were spinning in circles, the old guy had a lot of collections, and he could always get something that could be called strange to a wizard, and he was very energetic in the underground world.