"Bracers? No, maybe it's just mutated scales. Like our birthmark?"

Ron was next to Hermione and was happily raising the bar with Seamus, but even he didn't believe what was coming out of his mouth.

"Whose birthmark grows so neatly! If you look closely, there's a reflection on it."

……

The little witch ignored the boring argument between the two boys, and her eyes were all fixed on Aini.

Just that color and shape, no matter how you look at it, it is a belt that a man untied in front of her, and the reflection is whether the buckle is good or not!

"Hermione, I'll talk about it later, I've got something for Harry."

Ani said and glanced around, and the girl suddenly understood. It's true, it's not a good place to talk.

Especially when the content involves some secrecy.

So the girl sat quietly and watched them walk out of the auditorium.

When he reached the cloister, Aini did not stop until he walked out of the castle gate, and turned to face the boy behind him.

"Aini, if anything, please do not hesitate to command."

Harry looked eagerly at the other and spoke eagerly without waiting for him to speak.

Speaking of the experience since childhood, the boy has a little low self-esteem in his heart, and the impact of a long-term inferior situation may accompany him throughout his life.

Unable to feel affection, without a single friend, lonely, lonely, empty, humble, and embarrassing situation, Harry has become a combination of a phenotypic personality and an extremely rewarding personality.

He believes that he is brave, but he knows that he is afraid of criticism and failure. He also knows that there are many things that he can't do, but he still wants everything to be perfect.

This made him always in a self-entanglement, invisibly erecting a barrier around him, which seemed a little unsociable.

Without the sun, people would cherish candlelight.

Eager for friendship, Harry was willing to give back every ray of kindness that came to him.

Hogwarts Limited Edition - The grace of a drop of water is reciprocated by a spring.

Of course, the above is not a disparagement, after all, the most likely result of acquaintance all over the world is to know no one.

If it weren't for this personality trait, Aini wouldn't have put so much thought into the boy.

Even if Aini can receive some special reward, he still prefers to help those who have received a favor and think about how to reciprocate, rather than digging out the hollow and just wanting to continue to ask for goods.

Harry, for example.

He felt that he had received too much from Ani, and the boy did not know how to repay it, but he was eager to repay the kindness of the other party.

Facing Harry's eager gaze, Aini also had a warmth in his heart, receiving roses, his hands have fragrance, life is inseparable from fame and fortune in the world, but he should not completely restrain his mind.

"Haha, I've let you down, Harry. I came to you today for the promise of last semester."

Aini smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder and handed over the package.

"What is this?"

Harry took the package suspiciously, and through the torn opening, he could easily see the two wooden boxes inside, one looking unremarkable and the other beautifully decorated.

At Aini's motion, the boy opened the ordinary-looking box.

"I told you that if you got an 'O' on the Potions exam, I'd tell you the story of the Potters. You're doing a great job, Harry."

A small but powerful palm touched the top of the boy's head, conveying warmth between people.

"But I haven't had any contact with them, and the news I've heard is hearsay. It seems a bit thin to use it as a reward, so I wrote to the other two people, and they put together the two boxes for you."

By this time Harry had opened the wooden box, and inside was a stack of notebooks, which the boy opened to find excerpts from his diary.

It is clear that some privacy has been truncated by the owner of the diary, making the content incoherent

But even so, the unbeautiful rhetoric on the paper quickly attracted the boy's heart.

It seemed that he had been transported to Hogwarts more than twenty years ago, and through the seemingly hasty handwriting, Harry seemed to see boys and girls a year younger than himself, boating from the Black Lagoon to the old castle from his current location.

"Come back to your senses, Harry. You can take them back to your dorm and watch them after class." Ani snapped the boy's consciousness back from the lines, realizing that he had been hasty and should wait until after dinner to give them to Harry.

Looking at the boy's appearance, after putting the box back in the dormitory, he probably didn't have any intention of studying today.

"What you're looking at now was sent by Mr. Potter's good friend Remus Lupin, and they were inseparable when they were in school, and I think it's much more informative than hearsay."

Seeing Harry obediently put the diary back in the box, Eni nodded in satisfaction, then pointed to the ornate wooden box and said, "This is for you by Professor Slughorn, who was once the Potions Professor at Hogwarts."

After experiencing Lupin's surprise, Harry was looking forward to the second wooden box, but the words "Potions Professor" washed away a lot of regret in his heart that he didn't have time to open the box to check it out.

"Mrs. Potter is a favorite apprentice of Professor Slughorn, and I hear that for a time he would boast of a gifted student when he met people."

Aini's subsequent commentary made Harry ashamed of his prejudices, and the baby hugged the two boxes together.

"Thank you, Aini, thank you so much." Harry thanked him gratefully, and the box contained exactly what he had always dreamed of.

Once upon a time, boys would be content just to see the phantom of their family. But people change, and so do desires.

Harry was overjoyed when he received the two albums one after another, but knowing what his parents looked like, he naturally wanted to know more about what kind of people they were. 藲礿尛裞網

Unfortunately, among the people in the school who had been in contact with his parents, the professors couldn't say much at Dumbledore's behest, otherwise Snape would have been happy to tell the boy what a bastard his father was.

You don't even need to add oil and vinegar, just tell the truth. Snape wasn't the only one who suffered from the things the raiders had done.

Otherwise, they should have changed their name to the White Cloud Group, and Snape probably wouldn't have to worry about greasy hair anymore because he had been bald since he was a student!

God knows how much it would have impacted Harry if he had learned about a completely real father, after all, boys' imaginary fathers are always perfect and great, and reality ......

Reality will give him a mallet according to his head!

There's nothing Lily's message can't say, but it doesn't seem even more problematic to keep the news of his father under wraps.

So Harry was left with only two options.

Filch didn't have to think about it, Harry was sure he wouldn't want to hear his parents' names from him, and he wasn't afraid there was not even a good word in it.

But he guessed right, Argus Filch, the Administrator, was indeed the one who had the most marauder blackmail.

So there was only one choice left for him, and that was Rubeus Hagrid.