"Ani, can you teach me Occlumency?"

Harry looked at him again with a look of hope, Ani was always willing to help them, and he could explain the difficult knowledge that made people scratch their heads in an easy-to-understand way, maybe he would soon learn Occlumency.

It's a pity that he is going to be disappointed this time, but Ani is willing to teach, isn't the wool he sent fragrant?

The problem is that Ani himself doesn't know how to use the highly specialized magic of Occlumency.

Because he couldn't use it at all, no one could invade his brain after the magic perception was advanced.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I don't know how to do this."

Without waiting for a look of disappointment on the boy's face, Ani changed his tone and continued, "But maybe there is a gentleman who is willing to teach you, and I will consult later."

"Can you tell me his name?"

Harry looked up warily, there was probably only one person at Hogwarts who needed to be consulted to determine if he was willing to teach him.

Although the boy always appeared to be distressed by his fame, Harry would never try to tell him a way to get rid of the name "Savior".

Isn't it the deepest desire of his heart to be the center of people's attention, from the edge of the corner where no one cares, to the center of the brightly lit stage?

What's more, the fame left to him by his mother not only satisfies the vanity of a young boy, but also brings many substantial benefits.

For example...... Favored by professors.

Maybe not everyone would have been like Flitwick who had planted Harry's name out of the book on his feet, but it was undeniable that almost all professors treated him differently.

Expectation, pity, gratitude, distress......

For example, Professor Sprout, Professor McGonagall and others made the boy's fragile self-esteem a little tingling, but also made him feel inexplicable warmth.

And those with ulterior motives, such as Gilderoy Lockhart, who want to take advantage of Harry, will naturally treat him differently.

In the boy's eyes, there was only one person who was different.

Severus Snape, a professor of Potions, was like a cat who had been stepped on by his own tail a thousand times in his previous life, and he had been tirelessly attacking him since he entered school.

Harry was afraid that he would hear the name again in Ani's next sentence - he didn't want to be admitted to the school hospital again for some strange reason.

Thankfully, the conversation didn't turn the boy's apprehension into horror, and the man in Ani's mouth made him look forward to the taste of Christmas pudding.

"Mr. Remus Lupin said he would return to England around Christmas, and I think you should remember that name well."

Ani clearly understood what the boy was afraid of, and directly stated his plan.

"Mr. Lupin!"

Harry let out a low growl of excitement, he would read the diary sent by the other party every day, and the simple writing was a little less literary than that of Mr. Slughorn, but there was more sincere affection between friends.

The ordinary wooden box, the ordinary little book, is now the most cherished treasure of the "local tyrant" Harry, and the status in his heart even faintly exceeds those photos that can't "speak".

Harry tried to use the owl to get in touch several times, but Headway was indifferent to the recipient's name. Hermione told him that Mr. Lupin had used the Anti-Tracking Charm on himself.

"Great, I'm still struggling with how to get in touch with him. Thank you, Aini."

The boy believes they have a lot to say, and the two can talk about how their father won the Quidditch Cup, or ask how many hard-to-find secret passages they find while going on fun adventures in the castle.

"It's nothing, I think Mr. Lupin would be happy to talk to you if he had the time."

Ani smiled and agreed, then looked at Ron and Hermione, who were a little drowsy, and sensed the time.

"Elevenseventeen, I think you should go to bed."

Hearing that it was about to be early in the morning, the three little ones looked at each other

Filch should be going around arresting students who violated the curfew, right?

Then, all six eyes stared at Aini in unison.

"Well, you won't be able to go back without Professor McGonagall opening the door, so stay with me for the night."

Ani snapped his fingers, and a silver-white "Tom" sprang out of the window, and disappeared in a flash.

"I've already reported to Professor McGonagall for you, but you'd better be honest these days and don't mess with her."

Yes!?

The three little faces collapsed in an instant, and the little excitement that I learned that I could not return at night immediately disappeared without a trace.

They could already make up Professor McGonagall's face now, but the three of them preferred to know nothing about it......

"Alright, be happy, you'll have a space of your own tonight. Follow me."

With that, Aini greeted them and led them out of the treehouse.

Halloween is approaching, and the night wind passing through the forest makes the three little ones tighten their necklines, and the dry leaves come with the wind and knock on the people's bodies "click".

The unicorns formed a circle in the center of the clearing, leaning up to each other and looking up at the night sky, without the ubiquitous optical pollution of Muggle cities, the starry sky was clear and ethereal, and the white elves lying prone in the forest were strangely combined, as if heaven and earth had divided a beautiful one, one in heaven and one on earth.

"Aang~"

Fili called out cheerfully, inviting Aini to join them in looking at the stars.

And on the neck of the big unicorn, the kitten is lying lazily there, and Lulu is tired of being with it, and the two little tails are swinging one after the other, very leisurely.

Fawkes had little interest in the stars, and he stood in front of Shay, staring at the big belly, looking left and right, as if very curious about the little life that was born in them.

Hermione secretly said that it was no wonder that the room was so quiet just now, it turned out that the little ones had all run out to play.

Aini walked over to the edge of the unicorn herd and pulled out two small tents.

This is what he prepared for taking his little assistants to camp during the summer vacation, and he has been in his pocket ever since.

Although it looked like an ordinary single tent, it was actually a constant Traceless Stretching Spell, and there were four rooms inside, with beds and bedding to be fully equipped with enough bedding for three people to use it tonight.

"Boys on the left, girls on the right, rest early, remember to hide from Professor McGonagall tomorrow, good night."

After saying that, Aini walked towards Fili, and slept with the unicorns tonight, and could take care of the little wizard nearby.

Walking into the center of the circle, Aini lay on his back on the grass, today's moon was missing, and it turned out that he had unconsciously missed the Mid-Autumn Festival again.

In this life, some people spend Christmas with them, but no one accompanies them to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Aini closed her eyes and let the moonlight pass across her face, suddenly feeling a little sad.

After a small crack, a hairy body squeezed through the hem of the loose wizard's robe and arched into his arms.

"Meow~"

Tom crawled and crawled, poking his little head out of his master's neckline, and Nono squealed softly.

"Well, I'm not sad, I'm happy to have you with me every day."

Aini rubbed the cat's head, and a trace of sadness vanished.

Haha, no matter if it's a holiday or not, there are always partners with me.