The thin clouds in the sky reflect the afterglow, illuminating the way back for the children.

"Professor, these are my freshly washed out."

As soon as he got close to the castle, Colin ran over waving a paper bag.

"Good work, Colin."

Taking the paper bag, Aini handed the boy four Galleons, and since he commissioned Colin to take a picture of Lockhart, he could now tell how many photos were in the bag by pinching it.

Colin thanked him and ran to the back of the line, he waited at the door to find Aini just by the way, and the development potion that Fred had purchased was the real purpose.

Aini is not ready to continue to use ugly photos to tease Lockhart, this kind of thing must not be repeated, otherwise it will be a bit too bottomless. If it weren't for the fact that the money was used for other purposes, and not for personal gain, he wouldn't have used it this way against Lockhart at all.

However, since Colin was not set a limit in the first place, Aini will continue to fulfill the agreement.

A few Galleons are insignificant to him, but for Colin it is the first time that he has been paid for his hobbies, and even affects the course of the boy's life.

But the future holds out for now, and if there's anyone happier with this than Colin himself, it's Harry.

In the first few days of school, he was driven crazy by the boys, and God knows that Harry had tried to hide himself in the middle of nowhere, and every time he was found by Colin, he was very confused.

And since Colin began to target Lockhart, the boy who never died finally got rid of the fear of being targeted by the paparazzi and brainless fans, and he can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Harry, Harry!"

Ron was also very strange, his friend had been in a daze lately, and his chessboard was all set, and Harry was still there with his chin in his hand and not knowing what to think.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

The boy came back to his senses and rubbed his buzzing ears, and he realized that at least one of the Weasleys was no match for Ron, and that the sound of the voice could be used as a salute.

This had happened seven times in the last week, and eleven times so far this week, and Ron didn't want to speak anymore, just pouting to the side as Harry looked over.

Harry patted his head at the chessboard that had been laid out, he didn't know what was going on lately, he always felt as if he was missing something, but he couldn't think of a reason.

Before he knew it, Aini had changed a lot of things, and I'm afraid he was telling Harry now that you were supposed to attend the ghost's dinner tonight and then meet the petrified cat that was hung up, and start another adventure that the boy would only listen to as a joke.

Of course, the sense of fate is too ethereal, and the reason why Harry is in a daze is actually very simple.

Without Colin's entanglement, the boy's life is more leisurely, and there are more opportunities to discover beauty.

For example......

A certain Cho Chang who flew during Quidditch training......

A certain Qiu Zhang who glanced at him in a hurry during the meal......

A certain autumn Zhang who passed by in the corridor......

It's just that Harry is now an innocent teenager who is excited for the first time, and he is still ignorant and can't figure out the situation.

It's just that once in a while, a figure flashes in my mind, and I always want to touch something in my hand.

"Squeak~"

Banban chattered helplessly, he is not a real pet mouse, and it is very funny to be touched by the same sex.

Yes, that's it, a little harder~

The fat mouse turned over, anyway, he is not a human being now, he can't resist left and right, it is better to lie down comfortably.

"Hurry up, Harry, I want to play with rats at night."

Hearing this, Harry rolled his eyes, what is called playing with mice at night, there is time, as if he is going to do something strange.

Banban is also very dissatisfied, and he can't talk about people and shut up, so he should be able to give and ask for himself!

The problem was that in Peter's current form, he could really only let Ron rub it flat and round it up, and before the words fell, the boy came over and pulled it aside and pulled Harry to play chess.

Given that Harry's pawns were killed badly every time, Ron had to spend a lot of time getting them to agree to obey the boy's orders honestly, and to have a good time before the dinner.

After Harry was dragged away, Spotted looked around and slipped out of the Gryffindor common room after Lavender.

Ever since discovering Aini's "secret" that day, Peter has often been poking and poking at each other's side, looking for a way to replace him.

But he thought that stealthy stalking was a joke to Aini, even if he didn't open his true eye, he could make the mice in the shadows nowhere to hide.

Of course, Peter discovers more "secrets" under Aini's guidance, and feels that he is getting closer and closer to success, and great power and a long life seem to be within reach.

But every time he reached the most critical place, he had to stop his operations for various reasons, and he still hasn't figured out how Aini got in touch with that mysterious being.

If Mr. Pedirus, who had mastered the essence of Gou Dao at first, still had a trace of suspicion, but when Ani appeared in front of everyone the next day wearing a scarf and wearing a bloody breath, Peter's remaining suspicions were mostly dispelled.

What kind of things are most likely to be trusted?

Of course, it's something that person is longing for!

Peter hoped that the demon god was real, hoped that he could replace Aini as the other party's walker, and hoped to gain the power and endless vitality of the current generation, so naturally he slowly denied some of the doubts from the depths of his heart.

The bald rat that once seemed to hide from the Weasley house for the rest of his life is now a little unbearable.

He mocked Ani's false mercy with impunity, and it was foolish that he would risk angering the gods for the sake of others.

Peter heard the name of the great man, Hecate, a great being who had appeared in the ancient records, and perhaps many people just dismissed those legends as fictional myths, but he would not.

As one of the marauders, Voldemort's own servants, Peter Pediró was no piece of waste.

On the contrary, this betrayer is actually highly accomplished in individual fields, he is well-versed in the history of magic, good at layout, and has an amazing insight when sorting through documents, and can always distill some clues like a cocoon.

So Peter knew that many of the legends that were considered to be made up, and some of which had still found their way into the Muggle world, did have their prototypes, and they were vaguely touching on what had been so desperately buried in the Dark Ages.

He had been willing to be a mouse at the Weasley house for ten years, not only to avoid irritating Sirius, but also to avoid the deep darkness that shrouded him across time and space.

All sorts of factors were put together in Peter's mind, making him even more convinced of the scene in the Forbidden Forest.

Under the temptation of immortality, the previously firm heart of Taoism has long been shattered, and it is only 10 million living beings, and the sanctimonious young professor can't get his hands on it, so it is not a problem at all for Peter.

For him, as long as he can exchange strength and lifespan, those ten million creatures are not his kind at all.

If it is good for him, what does it matter if the sacrifice is ten times more and a hundred times more?