Hermione was about to say something when Fawkes landed on Aini's shoulder, and the four of them appeared in an abandoned classroom in the hallway on the second floor.

In fact, if there is physical contact, it is much easier for Phoenix to teleport with people, but in view of the strange smell of the two boys, Fawkes decisively skipped the hand-holding session, sent them over as soon as he appeared, and then disappeared without a trace.

No way, after entering the closed classroom, the smell of the two of them became more obvious, and Aini had already decided to change the teleportation point next time.

After an awkward hello, the boys fled in confusion.

Harry was going to go back and wash up and change into clean clothes.

Ron was the same as above, and he had to give Spotted a bath, and God knows what kind of mood he was in when he brought the rat out of the toilet not long ago, it was definitely worse than Harry peeing his pants anyway.

If he could afford a new pet, the boy would have wanted to smash it - but poverty made him kind!

If there is no Ginny......

"Smack!"

Ron, who had just walked into the bathroom, gave himself a slap in the face, how could he think that, it was the baby of the house.

Children will always have some strange thoughts, and adults' thoughts are even less pure, but as long as you can keep your sanity and don't let the evil thoughts in your heart turn into action, you can still be a good person.

But the problem is that the hand that Ron just slapped on his face was the one that he had just taken out of his pocket!

Vomit......

Hermione washed up and went straight to the auditorium, a little strange how the two boys were slower than her, but Aini was already sitting in the teacher's seat.

It's still early today, most of the professors are not in the auditorium, only Lockhart sits next to Ani, this guy never misses the opportunity to appear in public, he enters the auditorium early every day to open the screen, and does not put away his tail and leave until everyone is almost gone.

Ani glanced helplessly at the chattering star writer, isn't it good to show the little wizards your eight big teeth? I have to bother myself.

He really can't understand Lockhart's brain circuits, could it be that if he uses the forgetting spell too much for others, his memory will also decline?

Every time he was hit by Aini, Lockhart would stop for one day and then the next day, which was a model of not remembering, and even the worst dog had to retreat.

At the mention of the dog, Aini's eyes blurred for a moment—he remembered the little black back he had raised in his previous life.

When Dad brought it in, the little one hadn't opened his eyes yet, and he was raised with a bottle little by little, feeding, playing, and shoveling feces every day.

When the dog grew up, Aini always put his finger into the little black back mouth when it was eating, and laughed when he looked at the other party who wanted to eat but didn't dare to move.

It's a pity that the dog was too big later, so I had to send it to my hometown, and I couldn't see each other a few times a year. Even so, every time this little game is repeated, the dog's eyes are still gentle.

Ani unconsciously raised a finger, and her eyes were also full of warmth.

Looking at the softened expression of the Transfiguration Professor, Lockhart was flattered and a little furious at the same time, he really coveted the benefits brought by Aini's identity, but he only sold his art, face, and temperament, and really didn't sell anything else.

Besides, what the hell is the look on your son's face?

Lockhart then discovers that the "son" is not himself, but a strange little mouse. 藲礿尛裞網

After being pulled out of his pocket by Aini, Jerry's pupils turned into a heart shape and jumped directly into the plate containing the chicken legs.

"Ang eat, Ang eat, Ang eat, Ang eat......

Under Lockhart's stunned gaze, a brown-skinned mouse picked up the chicken leg and thrust it into his mouth, leaving only one bone in his hand, and after chewing a few more times, he began to repeat the previous action, and soon the plate became empty.

Jerry hiccuped, pulled a slender chicken fibula from his mouth, and picked out a mouth full of large, neat white teeth.

Looking at the non-mainstream rat's teeth that were more stylish than his own, Lockhart suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Aini scratched the little guy's head with his erected index finger, and Jerry happily hugged his big hand and rolled over.

He crawled down his arm to his master's chest, holding the magic pocket on his robe with one hand, and reached in with the other hand to pull out the faded diary.

After acting earlier, it occurred to him that he didn't have to let Tom Meow learn to write, since Voldemort was also called by that name, even if he was half a cat.

Cats and cats repel each other, cats and mice attract, and it seems that it would be a better idea for Jerry to entertain little Tom.

Seeing Jerry find a quill out of nowhere, and start writing in the diary without dipping it in ink, Aini reached out and touched his head, and secretly praised in his heart - you are such a clever little ghost.

You can be a person!

As soon as the diary appeared, Lockhart couldn't take his eyes off it, and he felt that it was very important to him, and when he saw Ernie let a mouse scribble on it, he wanted to rush up and replace him, if only he were the one who wrote on it.

Are the current juniors so unbelievable?

Little Tom was also cursing secretly under the page.

After getting the journal, Ani tried to talk to young Riddle a few times to see if he could get any benefit out of it.

As a result, little Tom was like a ghost, and after discovering that he could not draw life force from himself or shake his spiritual protection, he refused to talk to Ani again, and went directly into hibernation, not even leaving him a chance to gather wool.

Aini didn't dare to let other young wizards touch the diary, it was too risky and unnecessary.

But even if little Tom is cunning, he still wants to drink Jerry's footwash.

Its body not only draws energy from food, but also converts it into life force, and quantifies the output, giving only a little bit of it to the diary at a time.

That is, it is not enough for it to unlock too out-of-the-ordinary abilities, and it can hang it without giving up trapping food.

The problem of spiritual erosion is better solved, just add a virtual soul.

Aini is gentle, but not a pure person, and he has the materials he needs in his pocket.

So even though it was only the second time they communicated, Tom and Jerry had a very pleasant chat......

[Tom, how have you solved the problem of going to the toilet for so many years, is it pulled in the diary? ] Does it smell bad? And what do you use to wipe your ass? Do you want to get started? 】

[Tom Tom, I just ate the chicken thighs, it feels so good, do you want to taste it?] Oh, you can't eat it, or I'll throw the journal in the pot and maybe I'll get some juice in it." 】

【Tom ......】

Well, Jerry was very pleasant, and a bunch of strange questions jumped on the page, and little Tom had to be patient in order to recharge, and he had to give mellow answers as much as possible.

His tone hardened a little during the last exchange, and Jerry buried the diary directly in the soil and went out to play around before digging it out again.

***！ Don't let me know who took out the diary!

Riddle, who was still sixteen years old, jumped to his feet and cursed in his diary that if his plan went well, the first thing he would do after regaining his life was to figure out who had given the Horcruxes to those two strange creatures.

Perhaps Lucius should be thankful that the Horcrux has always been under Aini's control, otherwise he would not have been cold!