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As winter approaches, the air-conditioning in the castle seems to be endowed with a touch of spirituality by magic, and they can always find loopholes to sneak into the robes of teachers and students to keep warm.
A cool wind blew past, and Peter shrank his head. The enchanted robe was not afraid of the cold, but it couldn't resist the trembling in his heart.
"Yes, the Room of Requirement? What is that place?"
Peter looked at Aini with an innocent face, pretending to be ignorant.
"Oh, 'The Room of Requirement' is what the house elves in Hogwarts call it. As long as you silently recite your needs and pass under this tapestry three times, you will be able to enter a room that meets your requirements."
Aini glanced at the tapestry on the wall and quickly looked away. The six ballet-dancing trolls were really eye-catching.
"Some elves also call it 'Come and Go House', which refers to the same place. I used to practice magic here occasionally the year before last, don't you want to give it a try?"
The smiling fisherman frankly told the way to enter the Room of Requirement, which made Peter confused about his thoughts.
"Ah, this..."
Peter was a little confused. Is the other party's appearance intentional or a coincidence?
The existence of the Room of Requirement wasn't exactly a secret. For years the news had been circulating among the house-elves at Hogwarts, and some professors knew its location.
But before today, Peter really didn't know there was such a place.
Both James and Sirius are arrogant people, they don't even look down on most wizard classmates, let alone a group of servants?
So the two barely communicated with the house-elves when they were at school, and the professor wouldn't break the news to a bunch of troublemakers, or who knows what they could do.
After coming to Hogwarts for so long, Peter has checked Aini's trajectory many times.
Not to mention Aini's office, even the corridors he walked through, the classroom where he taught, the bookshelves in the library, etc. were rummaged by Peter more than once.
The result, of course, was nothing.
In fact, Voldemort has long suspected that Aini hid the anchor point for summoning Hecate in the Room of Requirement, but he didn't want to tell Peter about this place.
After all, there was a Horcrux stored there, and he didn't want his servants to get close.
Not because he was afraid that Peter would harm the Horcrux.
On the contrary, he was worried that the "self" in the Horcrux would do strange things to Peter.
He knew that the more loyal or fearful the person, the bigger the loopholes in their hearts when facing Horcruxes, and the easier it is to be bewitched.
Those mediocre servants may not be able to distinguish who is the main body, or in other words, they dare not violate the orders of the main body or the soul.
Voldemort knew in his heart that no one wanted to kill himself as a subject more than his soul.
Regardless of whether Voldemort is willing to admit it or not, he has lost not only his mighty strength, but also the arrogance and courage that he once defied. The cautious Dark Lord refused to add any risks.
"There is no danger, Professor Pedilu, you can come in with me to have a look, it is very safe inside."
Amidst Peter's hesitation, Aini had already taken a step forward.
One trip, two trips, three trips.
Peter stared at the tapestry blankly, the steps Ernie did were exactly the same as Voldemort explained, but nothing happened.
Could it be that the information the master gave me was false?
As soon as this thought came up, I heard the door opening behind me.
Peter turned around quickly, only to find that on the blank wall opposite the tapestry, there was an extra door at some point, and Aini had already opened the door and leaned halfway in.
After hesitating for two seconds, Peter gritted his teeth and followed.
He clenched the wand in his hand, and cautiously cast an Iron Armor Charm on himself before stepping into the door.
The attack he was preparing for did not appear, what appeared in front of him was a huge room, many times larger than the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and even larger than the Great Hall of Gringotts.
"Stunning, isn't it? I was blown away when I first came in."
Aini took a dangling mace flying saucer from the air, and threw it to Peter casually.
"It's like a cross between a junk room and a junkyard. Every time I come here, I find unexpected things, but as you can see, most of them are useless."
Rather than saying it is a room, it is better to say that this is a closed space. If we only calculate the actual volume, I am afraid that the main castle of Hogwarts may not even be able to accommodate it.
"Hey, it's really shocking, how big is this place?"
Looking at the mountains of sundries piled up everywhere, Peter couldn't help but gasped. He believed that the pile of dilapidated sofas not far away was at least as tall as ten of him.
"I don't know. Every time I come in, the size of the space will change, and the position of the items will also be slightly different. The most outrageous light height exceeded 70 meters."
Aini shook his head. The most outrageous time was precisely the first time. At that time, he was quite shocked.
"Crack~" sounded, and Peter squatted down. He seemed to have crushed something just now.
"Dragon egg shell? There is still a dragon here, right?"
The man shrank his neck habitually. He didn't want to turn around a certain garbage wall and find that he was facing a ferocious mouth that was about to spew fire.
"There was a little Hungarian Horntail originally conceived there, but unfortunately it failed to hatch."
Eggshell Aini had checked it before, and there were obvious traces of rituals on it, and there was no magic power left. It had become an ordinary thing, and there was not even a trace of the fire dragon's breath left.
"There doesn't seem to be anything useful."
After walking a little further, Peter picked up a few old books, flipped through them and threw them at his feet.
"Not necessarily. Although the Room of Requirement is not a very hidden place, it has gone through countless rounds of searching, but it does not rule out that some treasures are buried under the garbage, or mixed with it."
As he spoke, Aini waved, and an opaque bottle flew over, and he threw it to Peter.
"The half-dried veritaserum, there are still three or four drops left in it, which can be used probably once."
Hearing Aini's words, Peter was also a little speechless.
The refining of Veritaserum is very difficult. The most important thing is that it is illegal to use this thing indiscriminately. It is too irresponsible to throw it in the trash.
"I'd better take it out and destroy it, otherwise it would be too dangerous for the little wizard to pick it up."
Seeing Peter putting the bottle into his pocket with a serious face, the corners of Aini's mouth curled up slightly. Of course, he would not believe the other party's nonsense, but well...
This is what I want!
"It turned out to be here."
The two of them walked for a while in discord, when Aini suddenly waved his magic wand, and a large mess floated up from the ground.
There are chests with ugly faces, ugly busts, brooms in the shape of the Mediterranean, and twisted cauldrons.
In front of Aini's outstretched palm, a corroded crown was floating.
"Uh……"
Peter snorted in pain, and suddenly felt a severe burning sensation from his chest just now, and as Aini's hand got closer and closer to the crown, the half-cut snake became more restless.
"I found what I wanted. You can go shopping for a while if you want. Goodbye, Professor Pedilu."
Aini continued to stretch his arms forward, grabbed the crystal ball next to the crown, and then left the Room of Requirement without stopping.
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