The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

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"Uh……"

Looking at the boy with a hard head, Peter felt a pain in his liver.

No, it's distressing.

Having suffered two consecutive failures, and being mocked face to face by a hairy kid, the "half snake" on the man's chest was beyond angry.

"Ah, sorry, Professor Pedilu, I didn't expect you to have such a big reaction."

Seeing Peter's pale face, sweat profusely, and his frightened look, Harry grinned, contempt?mercy?He couldn't even grasp the meaning of it.

"Since the professor is not feeling well, I won't bother."

Before Peter could answer, the boy opened the door and left the office.

"Hi Harry, where were you?"

Ron swallowed the chicken in his mouth, and hurriedly asked his friend.

"I just had a few chats with Professor Pediru, but he was not feeling well, so I left first."

Harry sat down and spread jam on toast.

After leaving the Dark Defense office, he went back to the dormitory. Fortunately, both of them were on the eighth floor, otherwise they would have missed lunch time.

"The professor is sick? Is it serious? I'm going to see him."

Ron stood up as he spoke, waiting for Harry to arrive, he had already finished his meal.

"It should be fine, he..."

Harry really didn't know how to answer his friend's question. He couldn't tell Ron that the professor he was close to heard Voldemort's name and was frightened to collapse.

Fortunately, Ron didn't want to wait for his answer, and ran to the corridor in a hurry.

This made Harry a little strange. He had never seen Ron worry about a person like this, and he had enjoyed similar treatment when Scabbers was sluggish.

But soon Harry couldn't think about other things. When he saw someone leave the table, he stuffed the bread in his hand into his mouth in two or three bites, looked at the delicious food on the table with nostalgia, and hurriedly chased after him.

"Good afternoon, Harry. Anything?"

Aini stopped in doubt, his powerful perception made it hard for him not to notice the little tail that was chasing after him.

"Hold, sorry, wait a minute."

The boy swallowed hard the bread in his mouth, rolled his eyes anxiously choked, and took a sip of Lin Lu that Aini handed over before he regained his breath.

"Thank you, I didn't expect bread to be more lethal than curses."

Harry gulped down the rest of Lin Lu into his stomach, but it still felt empty inside. Two slices of bread for a kid in his teens couldn't last a meal.

"Let's go, go to my office and say, I just have something to eat. Hagrid just delivered two boxes of rock cakes yesterday. I heard from him that you like them very much."

Hearing eating, Harry showed a shy smile, and then the smile froze on his face when he was slapped by the rock cake.

What the hell, who likes rock cakes, except for Hagrid, a guy with too good a mouth?

Harry muttered inwardly, but the clicking noise they often heard in Hagrid's cabin a few minutes later when the boy sat on the couch gave another answer.

Aini would, and judging from his expression, he really likes this dessert.

"Come on, Harry. I know you haven't had enough."

Pressing his fingers against the edge of the plate, Aini pushed the rock cake towards Harry, looking happy to share.

"Thank you, thank you, no need, Aini, I'm full..."

Harry waved his hands again and again, but a moderate borborygmus sounded at the right time, and the boy's evasive words were immediately awkward in his mouth.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

With Aini's laughter, several cracks rose up on the coffee table, forming a pastry tower.

"Just kidding, don't mind it. But you really don't try rock cakes anymore, this is a new product improved by Hagrid."

Of course, he wouldn't really treat guests with rock cakes, just seeing that Harry was not in the right mood, to help him ease his mood.

The boy's heart warmed, but rock cakes were impossible to eat. Although Mr. Granger said that if Harry went, he could jump in the queue and get a discount, but he was very satisfied with his teeth now, and it was too late to protect them, let alone let those little things To touch the "stone".

"Aini, do you know...I mean, do you know Professor Pediru?"

After eating a small snack, Harry asked the question that had been on his mind since the beginning of term.

"Pedilu? I don't know much about him, why did you suddenly ask this?"

Just now seeing the boy's tangled look, Aini thought that someone had told him about Black, but he didn't expect that the protagonist of the question was Peter.

"Ron and I came out of the library this morning..."

Harry didn't hide anything, and told everything that happened before.

"...Professor Pedirou was behaving badly at the time, as if he was frightened by Voldemort."

"Harry, being brave is a good quality, but we can't force it on everyone."

As he spoke, Aini handed Harry another bottle of Lin Lu, and picked up a rock cake and threw it into his mouth.

"None of us have experienced that dark age, and it is difficult to truly appreciate the horror. Just like this piece of rock cake, you will never know how hard it is until you put it in your mouth."

After finishing speaking, Aini silently added a sentence in his heart, if you have not experienced certain things, you will never imagine how shameless a person can be.

"You're right, I shouldn't use my own standards to ask others, it's just...just..."

"Just a little disappointed, right?"

Seeing that the boy was a little bit embarrassed, Aini said what he wanted to say for him.

"Ah."

Harry nodded, but spoke again in a low tone.

"Back in the bedroom on Hallowe'en Eve, Neville told us a story, a true story about his parents."

The boy knew that many people had fallen in the last wizarding war, including the Potters and Mrs. Weasley's two brothers.

But the name without the carrier is too abstract, just like what Aini said just now, it is difficult to have a real intuitive experience.

But the Longbottoms were different. Before the situation in England was stable, they were sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to show everyone the pain caused by the war and remind people of what the Death Eaters had committed. evil deeds.

"The Longbottoms are indeed admirable, but according to you, Neville has regained his childhood memories?"

Aini asked in surprise, he didn't seem to notice much change in Neville these past few days, it seems that this child is stronger than he imagined.

"Neville said that after being captured, the Longbottoms refused to compromise with the Death Eaters and were tortured to the point of insanity. He saw the whole process, so he was obliviously cursed by his grandma."

Harry's voice was getting lower and lower, he would always remember that night, Neville was in tears, but still insisted on telling his story.

Crying does not mean weakness, indifference, or strength.

"My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom are the real heroes, but they are unknown, but a guy like... I have a great reputation."

Halfway through the speech, he paused for a moment, concealing the names of the two professors of defense against the dark arts.

"Ani, can you cure Neville's parents?"

Harry suddenly raised his head and looked over expectantly. In his impression, there seemed to be nothing that the other party couldn't do.

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