With a sigh of relief, Aini pulled out a wooden box from his magic pocket, which was filled with pale red potions.

From the first time he took care of the big and small babies in the family when he was a child, Aini's physique has grown slowly and steadily, and the last time he advanced his magic power, he withstood the baptism of Nirvana's fire, which accelerated the process again.

Although wizards are mostly in good physical condition under the nourishment of magic, if any great wizard observes Aini's body data, he will definitely be secretly surprised.

But the extraordinary physique also means more consumption, but it is okay to maintain the usual activities, and it will not bring him too much burden.

But a serious deficit like today's one, it will inevitably be a long process to make up for it little by little with ordinary food.

In order to prevent this situation, Aini specially refined a special potion for himself, and improved the efficacy of the medicine many times as his physique improved.

This potion does not seek to restore vitality and magic power, and the effect is roughly equivalent to that of an ultra-concentrated version of the nutrient solution.

Although when Aini takes it herself, she will also get a faster recovery rate of vitality and magic power, but that is just a natural increase in the body's recovery ability after supplementing a large amount of nutrients.

If other wizards take it, they will probably only get negative effects such as indigestion and overnutrition, either directly causing stomach cramps and wasting the potion, or ushering in a carnival of intestinal flora, and having to take some other medicine to treat it.

For witches, the weight gain caused by the remnants of the potion may be an even more sad story.

Aini poured the potion into his mouth at a rate of three breaths and one bottle, and only after nine bottles in a row did he feel a little full.

Touching the bulging belly, Aini simply took out the last potion in the box and took a sip like a drink.

Only then did he have the heart to continue pondering what had just happened.

In the past two lifetimes, Ani has not actually been exposed to real turmoil, and even after interacting with Mr. Riddle after joining Hogwarts, he has not experienced much crisis.

Peace and tranquility are the main tone of his cognition.

If he hadn't been able to stop the space from shattering just now, Hogwarts, as the anchor point of its main world, would have been hit hard, and the same connected magic nodes would have suffered along with it, maybe not annihilated, but the downgrade was almost certain.

It can be seen as a supermodel blow in the wizarding world.

Ilion is the name that Aini learned from the runes, and the Ravenclaw name for the Land of Inheritance.

This place Ani prefers to call the "Room of Requirement", which was actually the private space of Lady Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, which is her residence, relaxation, laboratory, and library.

If he were Aini, even if he knew that the big pineapple was very stable, he would never sleep with that thing on his pillow.

Naturally, she would not have imagined that Lady Ravenclaw would burn such a horrible self-destruct program in her secret cell.

Even if he had just experienced it once, he still felt a little magical in retrospect.

Although the potion that Aini had taken before was carefully crafted by him, it was just a more concentrated nutritional essence that needed to be slowly absorbed and recovered by the body.

Anyway, it was a place to rest, and Aini didn't bother to cast a spell, so she took out a sofa from her pocket and half-lay on it to read a book.

His mental state was not suitable for the study of magic now, so he chose some biographical miscellaneous books, which were excellent to pass the time.

As the ancient pages were lifted one by one, the dark and turbulent era was half-concealed and half-concealed towards him.

All current records of the Dark Ages do not have an exact era, as if at that stage, even time was chaotic.

The same is true of the collection of books, including the Codex written by Mrs. Ravenclaw herself.

To this day, the wizards who are demanding from the pile of old papers have not been able to figure out what the main line of society was at that time.

Divide the transcendental, fight against foreigners, or develop oneself?

No one knows, but the various scattered accounts have sparked endless debates in later generations.

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The same is true of the thick stack of manuscripts next to Ni, with more or less blank spaces sometimes appearing between the words.

Combined with incoherent content, it is clear that those gaps are not deliberately left blank, but are erased by unknown means by an inexplicable existence.

The same is true of manuscripts, including Ravenclaw.

It's unlikely that a lady would do such a thing, otherwise what's the point of leaving a so-called legacy?

And, for a person who is knowledge-oriented, there is no behavior more difficult to accept.

Through the information obtained by the True Eye, he was the first visitor to the Room of Requirement after it was sealed by Ravenclaw.

Who was it that quietly took away those words under the heavy protection of magic, and did not leave any record in the magic pattern circle?

Ani had a vague guess before, and now with the endorsement of one of the top wizards of the time, he was almost completely sure of his idea.

After confirming his thoughts, a crispy and numb trembling sensation rushed from the tail vertebrae to the top of his head, and even his thoughts almost came to a standstill.

Ani suddenly lost the concept of time, like a flying insect frozen in amber, frozen in that moment of epiphany.

"Aang~"

It was as if the roar of the first dragon was the low cry of Gaia's joy when heaven and earth parted.

In a trance, Aini's mind seemed to have broken through a certain barrier, and suddenly became active, from the past life to this life, countless pictures appeared in turn, and even those memories that he thought he had forgotten a long time ago were turned out from unknown corners. 藲礿尛裞網

In just a few seconds, he had already relived his life, then a second time, a third time......

At this time, his thinking speed has accelerated many times, compared to the so-called overclocking when cracking the self-destruct program, it is like a mountain rock blown by a strong wind, it feels as if it has moved, but it seems to have never moved.

At that time, it was only a few minutes, and his mental and physical strength was exhausted.

And now, a minute clock, ten minutes, half an hour......

Ani lost count of how many times he had relived his life's journey, and now he felt that even if he fused the memories of a thousand-year-old monster, his perception would not waver in any way.

Millennium?

It was too short, and he repeated it for more than 10,000 years in his life.

Surprisingly, it should have consumed a lot, but Aini's mental and physical strength at this time was surprisingly abundant, and some indescribable things were pulled to coincide with his concept during the acceleration of his thinking, and now not only did he not feel any loss, but he also made up for the previous deficit.

"Smack~"

The book in Aini's hand slipped to the ground, and his mind accelerated without warning, reaching the peak, and going to the same quietly and abruptly.

There was no lightning in his gaze, and there had never been a time when Aini's perception of himself was so clear, and the whole person looked mellow and restrained, but it was extraordinarily heavy.

In just half an hour, he broke the shackles he had been carrying for a long time.

Putting the couch away, Ani put the books back in place and turned to walk towards the door.

Magic? Secrets?

Let's put it here for the time being, after staying in the memories for so long, he misses his own furry baby.