The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Of course Hagrid would never appreciate him.

Ernie didn't explain the pass to Hagrid, so it's better not to mention this kind of thing.

"He seemed to be coming to the Forbidden Forest yesterday, but he went back after seeing me." Hagrid raised his head and drank another glass.

Nobeta sniffed the smell in the air on Aini's shoulder, a little eager to try.

Maybe Hagrid will spoil it for other things, but after learning that brandy is not conducive to the growth of young dragons, he will definitely not let his own dragon cub touch alcohol, at least until Norbeta is out of the juvenile period.

"Quirrell? What is he going to do in the Forbidden Forest?" Aini was a little fortunate to have captured Percy's young man at night, and he believed that Quirrell would not do meaningless things.

Especially at this time, every movement of his will cause his master pain, and no one can isolate this pain, otherwise this "eternal life" would be too cheap.

After taking all the pain on himself, the only thing Voldemort could do was to hold back a cry, even though the Dark Lord was probably in pain enough to hiss in Quirrell's head.

Not daring to drink too much, after chatting with Hagrid for a while, Aini walked towards the unicorn's territory.

Earlier today, Ms. Capet sent fresh alfalfa, which has been grown in large quantities since the British enclosure movement in the 18th century.

This seemingly inconspicuous little green plant has extraordinary magic power for herbivores. After the enclosure movement, the annual output value of British lambs and sheep has increased by 600%. It has to be said that the introduction of high-quality alfalfa has played a non-negligible role contribute.

This small thing is rich in vitamin C, calcium, iron, selenium and other elements. It is rich in nutrients and has antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects.

It's a pity that there are no such plants in the Forbidden Forest, and it was too late when Aini realized this last year, winter is not a good season for planting.

Last month, Ernie sprinkled alfalfa seeds in the unicorn's range of activities. This kind of cold-resistant species should be more suitable for Hogwarts' climate.

It's a pity that only some small buds have emerged at this time. If you want to meet the needs of cute and lovely horned horses, you still can only send them by mail.

Carrying the bag with the traceless stretching spell, Aini strolled leisurely in the quiet forest. The bright moon seemed to love this place very much, and her gentle hands brushed between the branches, leaving behind traces of gauze like floral flowers.

The sound of breathing became slower and slower, Aini closed his eyes unconsciously, and the tip of every branch he passed was broken by himself, unwilling to stab this walker in nature.

But each leaf is crowded forward, touching Aini's face with its soft side, both of them feel joy at the same time, and enjoy this peaceful night even more.

But tranquility is always to be broken. The sound of horseshoes of Dede approached from far away, and a naturally uncarved body came out of the forest.

"Little wizard, the Forbidden Forest is not a place where you should come when you are drunk."

"Fierenze, it's me. What's wrong with your eyes?" Aini tried to focus on Firenze's big eye circles. The dress of the horse people is really eye-catching, especially when there are some inexplicable marks on the tail .

It looks like Firenze has a stomachache today?

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you. The stars seem to have fallen in love with hide-and-seek recently. Their trajectories have become erratic, and Mars is getting farther and closer to us."

Aini looked at him speechlessly, couldn't he really talk properly?

The centaur tribe has been a little flustered recently. The movement of the planets has another trend. The old and new trends are intertwined with each other. This makes the centaurs who are known as astropaths very puzzled.

The astrology is erratic, and staring at the night sky every night has almost become the norm in the tribe. Unfortunately, the dark circles under the eyes are not as cute as panda babies.

"I'll give you a piece of advice, Firenze, watch out for the foals in the tribe. A dangerous person may be ushering in the Forbidden Forest." Aini kindly reminded him, as for whether the centaur would listen or not, he didn't care It's over.

Although they settled in the Forbidden Forest, the relationship between the centaur and the wizard is not really friendly.

"I know, I know, someone is coming back, and the trajectory of the planet indicates everything." Firenze scratched his messy hair a little anxiously.

"But we suddenly couldn't see clearly. They were clearly in front of us. Scamander boy, we might be in big trouble."

As he spoke, the horse man's eyes were a little dazed.

"Shadows across the Moon's gap, Saturn descending with Mars."

The hooves sounded from near to far, and before Aini opened his mouth to speak, Firenze plunged into the dense forest where he had come.

Aini smacked at the words left by the centaur in a daze, which is one of the reasons why the centaur was immersed in the astrology every day, but almost no one went to them for divination.

The clock always keeps turning, but time does not.

He patted the trunk of the willow tree in a friendly way, and Tom swung his little tail, quickly passed through the dense branches, and covered the scar of the big willow tree with his little claws.

Of Snape's unfinished potions, one would be better served with the buds of fresh Whomping Willow leaves.

Even though he was forced to take this job, Aini still wanted to do better.

The branches of the Whomping Willow are a nuisance to those who approach them, and it is the same for Aini. It is very difficult for him to leave the Whomping Willow every time.

It likes Aini very much, and wraps him tightly with branches every time, never willing to let go honestly.

As usual, after Ernie and the Whomping Willow "hugged" for a few minutes, Tom held it down expertly.

Gently untiing the branches on his body, Aini's nose fluttered slightly, and he suddenly gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

Quirrell has been here.

He will never admit to this unforgettable smell of decay.

Leaning down into the secret passage under the Whomping Willow, Aini affirmed his judgment, and sure enough, the smell of Quirrell was stronger here.

After walking a few steps forward, Aini's heart moved, and his body suddenly twisted, and then the originally cramped tunnel became spacious.

Aini's figure disappeared, and what remained in place was a small Xixiu.

Aini has never experienced the procedure of learning Animagus, nor has he ever contained Mandrake leaves, nor has he prepared some disgusting potions.

While playing with animal friends, he naturally completed his first Animagus transformation.

Aini knew it had something to do with his talent, but he couldn't tell why.

He can transform into any familiar animal, normal or magical.

Aini suspects that Quirrell is screaming at the shack at this time, in order to avoid an untimely encounter, it is better to be cautious.

After walking a few more steps, Aini felt that it was still a little unsafe...

Everything that came into view confirmed his guess just now.

"Where is the thing?" Quirrell's tone was gloomy, and the hoarse friction sound made the figure under the black robe even more gloomy.

But it was obvious that the person on the other side was not a kind person, so he shook the small box in his hand without any surprise, but he didn't intend to hand it over to him.

"Here, but I need to collect the payment first."

Looking up with the voice, the person on the opposite side also wrapped themselves tightly, this place is too close to Hogwarts.

Besides, many characters in Hogsmeade are not easy to mess with. They have been wandering in gray areas for a long time, and it has long been his instinct to act low-key.

However, the buyer knew his identity and did not continue to change his voice after entering the screaming shack.

Caractacus Bock?

Aini's shrinking eyes rolled around in circles. The old guy has a rich collection, and he can always get some weird things that can be called strange things for wizards. They are very powerful in the underground world.