Irritable, very irritable.

Ever since Jerry pulled the journal out of Aini's pocket, Lockhart hadn't been able to take his eyes off it.

Gluttonous, too gluttonous.

He had never wanted anything more than he did now, and Lockhart was even willing to trade all his fame for the diary with his fans.

In order to be able to get rid of Jerry, little Tom also fought hard. In order to stimulate the power of temptation to the extreme, not only did he throw all the vitality he had just gained into it, but even his previous savings were about to be exhausted.

Now Riddle is like a hungry old cat in winter, exhausted and no longer has the strength to hunt, so he can only hang his tail down after stumbling upon the chiseled ice, hoping to catch a silly fish.

As for what to do if he catches a shark, or if he doesn't catch anything, and ends up freezing himself in the ice, Riddle doesn't care.

Who knew that he was forced to make a dart in desperation, but it was right in the heart.

Even though the diary has been exhausted, after all, it is not in good shape, and other adult wizards may not have such a big reaction.

But Lockhart is different, he's too paranoid.

His desire is pure, and his dependence and obsession with the Oblivion Spell also make Lockhart's heart have a huge hole.

Almost instantly, Voldemort's original Horcrux easily broke through the current Defence Against the Dark Arts professor's defenses.

Lockhart looked at the diary being fiddled with by Jerry, and the expression on his face was fascinated, as if he were a heavy fetishist.

If the little mouse is not holding a diary, but underwear, I'm afraid that Lockhart will have more perverted titles in the near future, or the kind with pictures and truths-

After receiving Galleons from Aini, some creature named Colin focused most of his attention on Lockhart.

But now fetish sufferers are very lost and annoyed.

He was enjoying it, but Aini put away the diary without saying a word.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable!

"Bang dang."

Lockhart jerked to his feet and slammed his chair out.

"Professor Lockhart, did you have dinner?"

A serious female voice suddenly sounded, waking Lockhart from his inexplicable rage.

Professor McGonagall also came to the Great Hall to eat, which is why Eni put away the Horcruxes, and Lockhart was enough for the affected people.

Ernie? What's the situation? What happened to me just now?

Lockhart looked confused, was he going to attack Ani? Wouldn't it be crazy, looking for abuse!

Of course, he knew that if he didn't use the Forgetting Curse to sneak attack, he wouldn't be Aini's opponent at all, but what was the thought just now?

Could it be that because the journal was important to me, the body reacted directly?

True, Lockhart didn't think there was anything unusual about the diary, and its inexplicable attraction to him must have been guided by magic.

As the pride of the sky, being favored by magic has some special sense of the things of fate, which is very reasonable, isn't it?

Professor McGonagall glanced at the chair that had been knocked against the wall again, and Lockhart, who was in a daze, walked briskly to Anie's desk.

After discovering Minerva's figure, Ani not only put away the diary, but also deliberately restrained the bloody qi on his body, otherwise the teacher was afraid that he would drag him to Madam Pomfrey to have a good check.

So while Professor McGonagall wondered how he had brought a scarf today, she was immediately distracted by a small object.

"What is this?"

McGonagall grabbed Jerry on the table, but how could she be caught by a little mouse.

Well, unless Aini gives the order.

"Perfect creation."

Ignoring Jerry's expression of resistance, the Dean held the little mouse up in front of him and looked at it carefully.

"Life refined?"

Professor McGonagall tried to infiltrate her magic

Analyzing Jerry's structure, Fang Fang was able to resist xenomorph energy as soon as she came into contact with the surging life aura, almost making her suspect that she had seen one of the ultimate goals of alchemy.

But with her top-notch attainments in puppet refining, she still found the difference.

"No, no, it's not a life refining. Half-life refining? No, it's not."

The witch probed Jerry's structure in a variety of ways, and the words came to her mouth.

"It's a prosthetic, a perfect prosthetic......

After revealing Jerry's essence, McGonagall's frenzy for technology receded, and she looked at Ani with scrutinizing eyes.

The alchemical body was perfect enough to protect and nourish the soul within, but that was the problem.

The decent Dean liked this kid and knew him well enough to even play an important role in Aini's upbringing.

She trusted Ani as much as Dumbledore believed he could educate Riddle to become a talent.

There is no shortage of people in the wizarding world who play with souls, and there are many means to act on souls, and even the *** section of Hogwarts has a lot of related books.

After all, analyzing the soul is an unavoidable topic on the road to immortality.

But whether it is for research or as a material, tampering with the souls of innocent people is taboo, even if it does not come from humans, and the use of the souls of small animals is also the beginning of danger.

"This is the little mouse in the screaming shack, I used to say."

Ani gave Jerry a reassuring look, then looked at Professor McGonagall, looking her in the eye, not at all guilty about the matter.

He knew what the witch wanted, and he didn't resist it.

Fearing that you will go down the wrong path is a great kindness.

Sure enough, after hearing Ani's answer, the corners of McGonagall's pursed lips instantly relaxed.

She knew that Aini had kept the soul of a little mouse, and that the old professor was very pleased with the student's attitude towards life.

In particular, he could always remember that he had really fulfilled his promise to that inconspicuous creature.

McGonagall didn't know exactly how much it would cost, but it would take a lot of precious materials to make such a perfect prosthetic. br>

The witch didn't want to say anything more about this, but she was more supportive of Dumbledore's approach, and Ani must be the best successor to the White Wizard, no one.

Tossing and fiddling with Jerry for a few moments before McGonagall put the mouse back on the table.

The level of this creation is very high, but unfortunately it is not the same path as her.

To put it bluntly, Madam Vice Chancellor is not as arrogant as Aini and can't afford to play this ......

Regardless of the discipline, the branches involving the soul have one thing in common - expensive, very expensive, very expensive.

It is so expensive that if it goes down the wrong path and does not produce results, it is enough to drag a force like the Malfoys into bankruptcy.

In fact, there are many families with a long heritage, but they were dragged into the water by soul research on the way to pursue immortality, and they never floated again.

"Aini, I don't want you to live in praise, but I have to say, I'm proud of you."

Professor McGonagall smiled, this was her student.

"Thank you, Minerva, and I've always been proud to be called your student."