The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

In the end, Hermione failed to go in to visit her friend, and was escorted back to the door of the Gryffindor lounge under the escort of Aini.

"Clean it up." Aini thoughtfully cast a cleaning spell on the girl, "Don't take a bath, go to bed early."

"Thank you, good night." Hermione stepped up the stairs leading to the dormitory, as if she had let go of the last persistence in her heart, and felt that her sleepiness doubled with each step, and she wished she could tuck into the soft quilt immediately Here, have a good night's sleep.

"Good night, see you tomorrow." Watching the girl go upstairs at the door, Aini bowed slightly to the portrait of the fat lady, apologizing for disturbing her sleep.

"Well, I'm used to being woken up from my sleep by guarding the bunch of fur kids behind me." The fat lady turned around and closed the door to the Gryffindor lounge.

"But it's rare to be as polite as you among the little lions. Newt was also very polite to others when he was in school. He was a friendly child..."

Seeing that the fat lady was tending to make a long speech, Aini hurriedly said goodbye to her and ran to Dumbledore's office.

Every time he comes here, he can't help complaining about the old headmaster's taste. It's hard for him to have diabetes at this age.

Spreading his hands out of habit, Aini moved his right foot back subconsciously.

"Wow!"

Sure enough, after a happy chirping sound, Aini hugged her full.

Fox is a little bigger than before and has less control over his body.

When Fox swooped before, no matter how fast he was, when he hit his bosom, it was soft and gentle, and his strength was well contained.

This time, if Aini hadn't stepped back half a step ahead of time, she would have almost knocked her off balance.

Gently kneading on Fox's body, Aini carefully relaxed her muscles and bones. Every time she squeezed, it seemed that she could squeeze out a mass of fiery magic power, which flowed slightly around his hand and then returned to Phoenix's body.

Bird lay comfortably on his side in Aini's arms, and he passed the restless magic power in his body, and after returning to his body, he became much quieter, so comfortable.

Fox likes Ernie best.

He pecked the corner of Aini's mouth gratefully, and arched his limp body into his embrace.

It is rare to monopolize Aini's embrace, and the little phoenix's proud tail feathers are all raised up, as if the dancing firelight seems to be able to light up the most tender color in the hearts of the people it sees.

Aini sat on the sofa and quietly looked at the old man opposite.

Under his plan, the Dark Lord, who once intimidated England, once again tasted the taste of failure, demonstrating the wisdom of the White Wizard.

But thinking that several twelve- and thirteen-year-old children were included in this plan, it made this victory not so sweet.

Neither of them was willing to speak, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while, only Fox's comfortable chirping sound remained in the principal's room.

However, after getting tired of being in Aini's arms for a while, Little Phoenix inexplicably felt that something was missing, and in a trance, he felt that being in Aini's arms alone was not so fragrant.

"What?" Fox raised his head and looked at Aini suspiciously.

"Tom? Tom stayed in the small building to sleep today, so he didn't follow. Does Fox miss Tom? Will you go to see it with me later?" Hearing Fenghuang's question, Aini rubbed it with a smile her little head.

"Hey!" Fox turned her head arrogantly, she didn't think about the cat, she was just a little curious about where the little guy went.

Aini looked at the inappropriate Phoenix with a funny face, hugged her and took a sip, it was so cute.

"cough."

After the atmosphere of silence was broken by Fox, Dumbledore coughed lightly and asked a question that seemed irrelevant to today's events.

"Aini, I wonder if you have ever thought about what is the end of magic?"

Aini is a little dazed, this topic is too big, he is just an ordinary little wizard, but he just opened the mysterious door, at most he has one foot on the road, how can he imagine the way out The last scene?

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't want to get an answer from him, and continued talking on his own in Aini's silence.

"It's the rules. Control the rules, change the rules, and create the rules. Any magic that is refined to an extremely deep level will touch the rules."

Speaking of which, the old man waved his wand to cast a levitation spell, and even recited a spell specially.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

"Huh?" Fox yelled suspiciously. As a flying creature, he also possesses space capabilities, and is extremely sensitive to changes in space and gravity. He almost noticed it when Dumbledore's spell took effect.

All the items on the small table in front of Aini floated out of order. At this moment, he blinked in surprise. Since the last magic perception promotion, after several months of accumulation, he touched the barrier above again. After seeing the fluctuations in the space ahead, the originally extremely solid barrier loosened a bit.

This also made some lines faintly appear in his vision.

Aini carefully put his hand into the area in front of him, which made the vague perception a little clearer, and got a few pieces of incomplete information.

Although the income was incomplete, he was still shocked in his heart.

"In fact, there are only a few magics that I can apply to this level. There are thousands of rules in the world, and our time to explore is very limited." Dumbledore is not proud of his attainments in magic and the evolution of the universe Compared with the birth and death of planets and planets, the short lifespan of human beings of a hundred years is not worth mentioning.

Even if the upper limit of the wizard's life is higher, how many waves can be stirred up in the vast ocean of magic in hundreds of years?

"Ani, your performance shocked me. I wanted to explain it to you, but it doesn't seem necessary." Dumbledore looked at Aini's horrified yet rewarding look, and he had to lament his talent .

To be honest, Aini was really taken aback.

The simplest levitation technique just uses magic power to counteract the gravity of the cast object, making them float in the air.

But what Dumbledore did was to temporarily invalidate a certain rule about gravity within the range.

That is to say, within a certain period of time, there is no concept of gravity in the casting area, which is fundamentally different from the former.

Judging from Voldemort's previous performance, it seems that he can't do this. He deserves to be the chief mage of the Wizengamot, the No.1 in England, and even the entire wizarding world.

Under Ani's amazed and adoring eyes, Dumbledore retracted his wand as if nothing had happened, and canceled the supply of magic power to that area.

Aini, who was in shock, didn't notice that the right hand of the old principal was trembling slightly after being thrown behind him.

Dumbledore sucked in a deep breath. In order to enhance the effect, the area of ​​his spellcasting was much larger than usual. After just a short demonstration, nearly half of Dumbledore's magic power was taken away.

In terms of magic power alone, it is difficult to maintain Aini for 1 second after being drained.

Maybe he can set a small goal.

Become stronger, starting from reaching the second man?