Ever since Jerry took the diary out of Ernie's pocket, Lockhart hasn't been able to look away.
Greedy, so greedy.
He has never wanted something as much as he does now, and Lockhart is even willing to use all his reputation and fans in exchange for this diary.
In order to get rid of Jerry, little Tom also worked hard. In order to stimulate the power of temptation to the extreme, not only did he throw away all the vitality he had just gained, but even his previous savings were almost exhausted.
Now Riddle is like an old cat suffering from cold and hunger in winter. He is exhausted and has no strength to hunt. He can only drop his tail after accidentally discovering the cut ice surface, hoping to catch a silly fish.
As for what to do if he catches a shark, or catches nothing, and ends up freezing himself on the ice, Riddle no longer cares about it.
Unexpectedly, the dart he was forced to take hit the target.
Even though the diary has been drained of everything, it is still in poor condition, and other adult wizards may not have such a big reaction.
But Lockhart is different, he is too paranoid.
His desires are pure, and due to his excessive dependence and addiction to the Oblivion Curse, Lockhart has a huge hole in his heart.
Almost the moment they met, Voldemort's first Horcrux easily broke through the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's defenses.
Lockhart looked at the diary that Jerry was playing with, with a mesmerized expression on his face, as if he was a severe fetish patient.
If the little mouse had taken underwear instead of a diary, I'm afraid Lockhart would have had the title of pervert before long, the kind with pictures and truth——
After receiving the galleons paid by Ani, a certain creature named Colin focused most of its attention on Lockhart.
But now fetish patients are very disappointed and annoyed.
He was enjoying reading it, but Aini put the diary away without even a second thought.
It is tolerable, but what is intolerable!
"Clang."
Lockhart stood up suddenly and knocked down his chair.
"Professor Lockhart, have you had your dinner?"
A serious female voice suddenly sounded, causing Lockhart to wake up from his inexplicable rage.
Professor McGonagall also came to the auditorium to dine, which is why Ani put away the Horcrux. Lockhart is the only person affected.
Ernie? What's going on? What happened to you just now?
Lockhart looked confused. Was he going to attack Ani? He was crazy, looking for abuse!
Of course he knew that if he didn't use the Forgetting Curse for a sneak attack, he wouldn't be Aini's opponent at all, but what was that thought just now?
Could it be that because that diary was very important to me, my body responded directly?
That's right, Lockhart didn't think there was anything abnormal about the diary at all. Its inexplicable attraction to him must be the guidance of magical power.
As a proud man of heaven, he is favored by magic and has a special feeling for the objects of destiny. This is quite reasonable, isn’t it?
Professor McGonagall glanced at the chair that was knocked against the wall again, and quickly walked to Aini's desk without talking to Lockhart, who was in a daze.
After discovering Minerva's figure, Ani not only put away the diary, but also deliberately suppressed the bloody smell on his body, otherwise the teacher would probably drag him to Madam Pomfrey's for a closer inspection.
Therefore, although Professor McGonagall was a little surprised why he was wearing a scarf today, his attention was immediately attracted by a small thing.
"This is?"
Mag grabbed Jerry on the table, but with the skills of the little mouse, how could he be caught by her?
Well, unless Aini gives the order.
"Perfect creation."
Regardless of Jerry's expression of resistance, the dean raised the little mouse to his eyes and looked at it carefully.
"Life is refined?"
Professor McGonagall tried to infiltrate her magic power to analyze Jerry's structure. As soon as Fang came into contact with the surging life aura, she resisted the alien energy, almost making her suspect that she had seen one of the ultimate goals of alchemy.
But with her top-notch attainments in puppet making, she still discovered the difference.
"No, no, this is not the refinement of life. The refinement of half life? No, it's not either."
The witch tested Jerry's structure in various ways, mumbling something.
"It's a prosthetic body, a very perfect prosthetic body..."
After discovering Jerry's true nature, all the enthusiasm for technology on Mag's face faded, and he looked at Aini with eyes full of scrutiny.
That alchemical body is perfect and can protect and nourish the soul within it, but this is the problem.
The upright dean liked this child and had a good understanding of his character and character, and even played an important role in Aini's growth.
She trusted Aine, just like Dumbledore believed he could educate Riddle into a talented person.
There is no shortage of people who play with souls in the wizarding world, and there are many ways to manipulate souls. Even the restricted area of Hogwarts contains many related books.
After all, analyzing the soul is an unavoidable topic on the road to immortality.
But whether it is for research or as materials, it is taboo to tamper with the souls of innocent people. Even if they do not originate from humans, using the souls of small animals is still a dangerous beginning.
"This is the little mouse in the Screaming Shack, I once said."
Ani first gave Jerry a comforting look, and then looked at Professor McGonagall, looking directly into her eyes. She didn't feel guilty at all about this matter.
He knew the answer the witch wanted and had no objection to it.
Worrying that you will go astray is a great kindness.
She knew that Aini had retained the soul of a little mouse, and the old professor was very pleased with the student's attitude towards life at that time.
Especially since he can always remember that he truly fulfilled his promise to that inconspicuous creature.
Although Mag doesn't know the specific cost, making such a perfect prosthetic body will definitely require many precious materials.
The witch didn't want to say anything more about this, but she was more supportive of Dumbledore's approach. Ani must be the best successor to the White Wizard, bar none.
After tossing and turning Jerry around for a while, Mag finally put the little mouse back on the table.
The level of this creation is very high, but it's a pity that it doesn't follow the same path as hers.
To put it bluntly, Madam Vice-Principal is not as arrogant as Aini and cannot afford to do this...
No matter which discipline it is, all branches involving the soul have one thing in common - expensive, very expensive, extremely expensive.
It's so expensive that if you go the wrong way and you get no results, it's enough to drag forces like the Malfoy family into bankruptcy.
In fact, there are many families with a long history who were dragged down by soul research on the road to pursuing immortality, and never recovered after that.
"Aini, I don't want you to live in praise, but I still have to say that I am proud of you."
Professor McGonagall showed a cheerful smile, this is his student.
"Thank you, Minerva. I have always been proud to be your student."