The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0326 Bait

"Ah... oh..."

The suppressed roar of pain settled in the dim room. Tonight, there are many stars and clouds, but there are not many, and the starlight that can penetrate the curtain is even less.

There are shadows all over the corner of the wall, the ceiling and under the table, and they lie quietly around, indifferent to the encounter of the same kind—the one who was struggling and twitching just a few days ago.

"Ha, my servant, Peter Pedilou, hero against the Dark Lord, it seems that you are very pleased to be part of the enemy's celebration."

"Ah, no, master, I never thought of rebelling against you, never, never..."

Two voices came out from one body. Peter curled up tremblingly on the ground and howled. After hearing the words "hero against the Dark Lord", he seemed to see a green light that was about to devour someone.

"Yes, Peter, you don't have the guts."

The crazy voice became softer.

"But please tell me, seven months, where is our goal? Huh?!"

The broken snake body writhed on the man's chest, feeling more and more dissatisfied.

Peter's little thought was clear to him. The Dark Lord never believed in the loyalty of others, nor did he need it.

Fear can achieve the same effect as loyalty.

All he needed was chess pieces that would make him profitable.

Ever since he lost his strength, Voldemort's mind has never been clearer than before. The noisy whispers that disturbed his heart all the time were the powerful foundation that made him go up to the high platform, and also the source that made him fall down.

A super strong beast with chaotic thinking, sooner or later he will achieve the glory of the hunter.

It's a pity that when he realized it, he couldn't turn his head back.

The irony is that when he lost most of his strength, the ensuing interference became much weaker, but Mr. Riddle was not greedy for this moment of peace, because in this way, the fear he could sustain would be Not enough to continue to maintain the "loyalty" of the servant.

This, Voldemort understood.

Peter dared not understand.

But at certain junctures, the more I know that there are some things I can't think about, but my thoughts can't help wandering around them.

The roar of the Dark Lord brought fear to Peter, but after habitual fear, he realized the other party's weakness even more.

"Lord, master, give me some more time, I will definitely get that adult's token within two months."

Peter shouted with all his strength that he had found some clues at the previous birthday party, but Voldemort didn't give him a chance to defend himself.

In other words, the lingering Dark Lord was just venting his anger.

The man propped himself up and tried his best to empty his mind, but there was an unconcealable strangeness in his eyes.

To reprimand, punish rather than destroy, perhaps Voldemort was weaker than he suspected.

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The morning sun awakened the sleeping forest. Last night's celebration lasted for a long time, and they hadn't seen each other for several months. The furry companions were greedy for every touch of Aini.

Leaning against the big tree is good for the coolness.

Leaning against Sylvie, it is really what you want in the Forbidden Forest.

As time goes by, Jerry's soul recovers and grows stronger, and his thinking becomes more agile.

The little guy couldn't wait to try all the novelties he came into contact with, and even brewed a batch of "rat wine" with the help of Sylvie.

The taste is unexpectedly good, and because it is mixed with a lot of magic fruits, it doesn't taste like a drink, but it is very strong.

Just look at the oddly shaped little ones on Aini's bed, and the unicorns sprawling in the woods outside the house.

Probably because they sensed Aini's departure in their sleep, the little ones turned around to find the traces of their masters, huddled together as if they had found solace, and hugged to find their dreams again.

"Good morning, Sylvie, thank you."

As soon as he got downstairs, Aini saw the forest elf who was helping him prepare breakfast.

"Good morning, Annie, try my newly cultivated fruit."

After laying out the fruit plate, Sylvie transformed back into the form of a little fairy and landed on Aini's shoulder, watching him pick up the fruit and bite the juice overflowing.

"Suck it~"

Before the overflowing juice had time to fall down, it flew to Aini's lips and was sucked into his mouth by inexplicable traction.

Aini's eyes lit up, the fruit felt very firm when picked up, but it was full of sweet juice after one sip, it was the best way to have an early appetizer.

"Excellent!"

Aini picked up the yellow bread-shaped fruit on the flower plate again, took a bite and gave a thumbs up.

"As long as you like it."

Sylvie raised her feet happily, but only one point was due to Aini's praise, and the rest was all joy at his return.

After enjoying a wonderful breakfast, Aini held Sylvie to his knees, and took out a colorless faceted spar and handed it over.

This is a strange thing exchanged for bait, and it is also the highest achievement of alchemy in the magic world.

Although it looks very different from the piece of Flamel, it is indeed the Philosopher's Stone, natural and flawless.

There was no brilliant brilliance, and no fluctuation of magic power. When the magic stone touched Sylvie's fingertips, the spar, which was originally about the size of the little fairy, shrank rapidly, and its shape became more round, rippling with emerald green full of vitality.

Natural and flawless.

Anyone who sees it will give the same evaluation, and deeply realize that perfection is not about adding a point to make you fat, and cutting a stroke to make you thin; it is not without regrets, but just right.

Perfection is perfection, no matter how much it is added or subtracted, no matter how it is changed, no flaws can be found.

Natural and flawless.

"A small gift, one of the gains from this trip."

Seeing the cute little mouth of the elf in the forest slightly opened, Aini was very satisfied.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Sylvie looked at the "green fruit" in his palm obsessively, and couldn't put it down.

Most of the miraculous items that are extremely effective for wizards have little effect on Sylvie.

The size of the latter is too huge, don't look at the small one standing on Aini's knee, in fact, the Forbidden Forest is her body.

But the Philosopher's Stone is different. Although the energy inside is not much to Sylvie, the rules contained in it let her see a further step.

Putting the Philosopher's Stone into his body, Sylvie held up his palm, and all kinds of fruits poured out out of thin air, filling the tree house to the brim.

In the past, if she wanted to give birth to fruit, she still needed a carrier. Branches, vines, roots, and leaves all had to have a support.

And after obtaining the Philosopher's Stone, it obviously made her a step forward in her creative power.

A bright green light flashed, and slowly condensed into a miniature version of a human silhouette. As time went by, a little fairy of Sylvie's style gradually changed from virtual to real.

"Crack~"

The little fairy hadn't fully condensed yet, and with a slight cracking sound, it scattered into a green light that filled the room.

"A little bit."

Sylvie stared blankly into the air, sighed in disappointment, and drooped her two upturned little ears.

The eyes of Aini, who was watching from the sidelines, lit up.

There is new bait!