Eventually, Hermione was unable to go in to see her friends, and was escorted back to the door of the Gryffindor common room.

"Clean it up." Ani thoughtfully applied a cleansing charm to the girl, "Don't take a shower, rest early." ”

"Thank you, good night." Hermione stepped on the stairs leading to the dormitory, as if she had unloaded the last insistence in her heart, and felt that her sleepiness doubled with each step, and she longed to sink into the soft quilt and sleep beautifully.

"Good night, see you tomorrow." Watching the girl go upstairs at the door, Ani bowed slightly to the portrait of the fat lady, apologizing for disturbing her sleep.

"Well, I'm used to being woken up from my sleep by guarding this pile of leather kids in the back." The Fat Lady turned around and closed the door to the Gryffindor common room.

"But it's rare to see a lion cub as polite as you, and Newt was also polite when he was in school, and he was a friendly child......"

Seeing that the fat lady had a tendency to speak at length, Aini hurriedly said goodbye to her and ran to Dumbledore's office.

Every time he comes here, he can't help but complain about the old principal's taste, and it's really hard for his pancreas to not have diabetes at this age.

Habitually spreading his hands, Aini subconsciously moved his right foot back.

"Wow!"

Sure enough, after a joyful chirp, Aini hugged him with a full hug.

Fawkes is a little bigger than before, and his control over his body has decreased.

When Fawkes pounced before, no matter how fast he was, it was gentle and gentle when he hit his arms, and his strength was extremely restrained.

This time, if Aini hadn't taken half a step backwards in advance, she would have almost been knocked off balance by her.

Kneading Fawkes's body gently, Aini carefully relaxed her muscles, and with each stroke seemed to be able to pinch out a cloud of fiery magic that materialized and returned to Phoenix's body after a slight flow in his hand.

The bird lay comfortably on its side in Aini's arms, and the restless magic in his body was passed over by him, and it was much quieter and more comfortable when it returned to its body.

Fox likes Anilah the most.

He pecked the corner of Aini's mouth in gratitude, and his limp body arched into his arms.

It is rare to occupy Aini's arms exclusively, and the little phoenix's proud tail feathers are cocked, as if dancing firelight, which seems to be able to light up the most tender color in the hearts of those who see it.

Aini sat on the sofa and quietly looked at the old man opposite.

Under his scheme, the Dark Lord, who once intimidated Britain, once again tasted defeat, demonstrating the wisdom of the White Wizard.

But the thought of counting a few twelve or thirteen-year-old children in this plan makes this victory taste not so sweet.

Neither of them had any intention of speaking, and for a moment the atmosphere fell silent, and only Fawkes's cozy whisper remained in the headmaster's room.

However, after getting tired of being in Aini's arms for a while, the little phoenix inexplicably felt that something was missing, and in a trance, he felt that the arms of Aini were not so fragrant.

"Huh?" Fawkes looked up and looked at Ani quizzically.

"Tom? Tom stayed in the building to sleep today, and didn't come along. Did Fox miss Tom? Will you come with me to see it later? Hearing Phoenix's inquiry, Aini smiled and rubbed her little head.

"Wow!" Fawkes turned her head proudly, she didn't think about the cat, she was just a little curious about where the little guy had gone.

Ani looked at the unspeakable phoenix with amusement, hugged it and took a sip of it, it was so cute.

"Ahem."

After being broken by Fawkes's silence, Dumbledore coughed lightly, asking a question that seemed unrelated to today's events.

"Ani, I wonder if you've ever wondered what the end of magic is?"

Aini was a little stunned, this topic is too big, he is just an ordinary little wizard, but he has just pushed open the mysterious door, at most he is on the road with one foot, how can he imagine the last scenery of the way out?

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't think to get an answer from him, and in Aini's silence, he continued to talk to himself.

"It's the rules, controlling the rules, changing the rules, creating the rules, and any magic that has been refined to a very deep level will touch the rules."

As he spoke, the old man waved his wand and cast a levitation spell, and deliberately recited a spell.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

"Huh?" Fawkes squealed in confusion, as a flying creature, it has spatial abilities, and it is extremely sensitive to changes in space and gravity, almost aware of Dumbledore's spell when it takes effect.

The items on the small few in front of Aini all floated in disorder, and then he blinked in surprise, since the last time the magic perception was promoted, after several months of accumulation, he touched the barrier above again, and after touching the fluctuations in the space in front of him, the originally extremely solid barrier was loosened a little.

This also made some lines faintly appear in his sight.

Aini cautiously reached into the area in front of him, which made Fang Cai's vague perception a little clearer, and obtained a few fragments of information.

Although he did not get it all, his heart was still shocked.

"Actually, there are only a few magic that I can apply to this extent, there are thousands of rules in the world, and we have very limited time to explore." Dumbledore was not proud of his mastery of magic, and compared to the evolution of the universe and the birth and death of planets, the short lifespan of human beings in just a hundred years is not worth mentioning.

Even if a wizard's life limit is higher, how many waves can be set off in the vast ocean of magic in a few hundred years?

"Ani, I'm shocked by your performance, I wanted to explain it to you, but it doesn't seem to be needed." Dumbledore looked at Ani with a look of horror and gain, and he had to sigh at his talent.

To be honest, Aini was really shocked.

In its simplest form, levitation simply uses mana to counteract the gravitational force on the caster, leaving them floating in the air.

What Dumbledore did was temporarily invalidate a rule of gravity in the area.

This means that for a certain period of time, the concept of gravity is no longer in the cast area, which is fundamentally different from the former.

Judging from Voldemort's previous performance alone, it seems that he can't do this, and he deserves to be the chief mage of Wizengamot, the first person in England and even the entire wizarding world.

In Aini's amazed and somewhat adoring gaze, Dumbledore withdrew his wand as if nothing had happened, canceling the mana supply to the area.

Shocked Aini, he didn't notice that the old principal's right hand behind him was trembling slightly.

Dumbledore secretly gasped, in order to enhance the effect, the area he cast this time was much larger than usual, and after only a short demonstration, he drained nearly half of Dumbledore's magic power.

In terms of magic alone, it is difficult to sustain 1 second even if Aini is drained.

Maybe he can set a small goal.

Becoming stronger, starting with reaching the second man?