Peter fell to the ground with his head hanging from his neck, gasping for air.
He wanted to hold his chest to cover his pounding heart, but starting a few months ago, that land no longer belonged to him.
After waiting for a while, the man put down his hands, and two red marks from excessive stress appeared on his exposed skin.
"Get out of here, Peter, right now!"
Voldemort's voice sounded from the bottom of Peter's heart, his words were firm and cold, full of irresistible majesty and domineering.
But if Quirrell were here, he could easily detect the weakness in Voldemort's tone - when it was attached to the back of his head, when did Mr. Dark Lord's mouth move faster than his hands when he was angry?
"But, but, if we don't look for it..."
"Shut up and do as I say!"
As Voldemort roared, the snake body he was living in twisted violently, and the burning pain made Peter suspect that his chest hair had been scorched.
But in fact, his chest was fine and everything was just a pure feeling.
Anger surged in Voldemort's heart, and he wanted to severely punish Peter, this humble servant who dared to question himself.
However, Peter dared, but he did not dare.
In order to conceal his aura from Dumbledore, Voldemort almost completely imprisoned himself in the snake body. Unless the confinement was completely broken, he would not be able to use any magic.
Confidence comes from success. When it possessed the back of Quirrell's head, he was still able to maintain his state of mind when facing Dumbledore. After all, the two of them had never officially fought against each other. You have never won, and I have not lost. p>
But that time he was defeated. Although he did not suffer much substantial losses, it actually stirred up the heart of the "Dark Lord".
It seems like a small failure is nothing, but it is the difference between zero and one. The confidence that was built on arrogance and chaos in smooth sailing has been shaken...
When it comes to Grindelwald, people have mixed reviews.
Those who believe in him respect him like a god, and his enemies fear him more than a demon. But even those who oppose him have to admit that this Durmstrang abandoned disciple has extraordinary personality charm. Regardless of his position, almost anyone can
Everyone can find the outstanding qualities they recognize from him.
As for the later Voldemort, whether they are supporters, opponents, or those who watch silently, everyone's evaluation is very unified.
Apart from his talent and strength, it is difficult to find a positive label on him.
So when he saw the other party's figure, Peter was completely shattered.
No matter when Voldemort was in full force and was overwhelming Britain, or when he was still hanging on for a breath, relying on snakes and rats, this timid man did not dare to show any resistance.
Peter's knees were broken and he couldn't stand up.
As Peter rolled and crawled towards the door, the anger in the snake's body was still simmering.
In the end, together with the figure of his embarrassed servant, it raised the corners of Aini's mouth.
Not long after Peter ran over, Ani walked out of the tapestry with a chuckle and entered the Room of Requirement again.
Ravenclaw's crown is still in the same place, unchanged from before he left. Obviously, Mr. Riddle does not have enough trust in his servant, and the same is true for his own ghost.
It seems that my previous analysis was correct. The relationship between the main body and the split soul is not that friendly.
After confirming that the crown was still there, Aini turned around and was about to leave, but stopped after a few steps.
Aini stared at the crown for a while, then took out the crystal ball he just took away and threw it in the center of the ring.
Would you consider this a bait, or a scarecrow? Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle...
How big is the area of each floor of Hogwarts?
Perhaps no principal can make it clear.
The nested space magic turns the above question into a mystery. No one dares to say that they can know all the secrets of this castle.
Fortunately, most of the unused space has been sealed, otherwise many curious little wizards would lose themselves.
But this is very unfriendly to some students, such as young couples seeking a private space.
"Ah...Professor Scamander."
"Hello, Ani."
Percy was hurriedly adjusting his robe, but Penello greeted Ani gracefully.
Waving his hand, Aini walked forward without looking back.
Light bulbs are already very unpopular, and it will only become even more annoying if they become a light bulb that stays and talks.
This place is only a few meters away from the main corridor, but there is no road ahead. The layout is not like the usual corridors, with paintings, statues and other ornaments, but it looks empty at first glance.
Aini suddenly stopped and looked at the wall on the right.
Walking along the way, almost all areas are the same. Such corridors are like semi-sealed classrooms. The elves don't clean them often, but the nearby walls seem to be too clean.
Not only were there no swaying cobwebs, there was not even dust.
Aini stood there, stretched out his palm and pressed it against the wall. Circles of magic patterns spread in all directions, as if what Ani was pressing was not a hard stone, but soft water waves.
Then, the several-meter-square wall glowed slightly, "swallowing" Aini's right hand. Then he was like a leaf falling into the lake, slowly sinking under the water, but drifting with the current and not sinking.
Deeper.
Without the authority of the principal, there are only three ways to break the ban, or cut off the magic supply to Hogwarts and let the barrier break down.
Either the magic pattern achievement can crush all the wizards who have strengthened the barrier, peel off the cocoons to disrupt its operation, and disintegrate it from the inside.
The last one is simple and straightforward. As long as you have enough strength, you can naturally push everything.
To put it simply, Aini can't do either of them, and he doesn't want to destroy the barrier. He has reached his current position, which is just right.
Aini no longer continued to fight against the barrier, but slowly let his breath seep in. When he felt that it was almost done, he took a step back and left the banned area.
After silently sensing the fluctuations in the breath in front of him, Aini turned around and walked back with satisfaction.
Afraid of disturbing the pair of little redbreasts again, Ani cast a disembodiment spell on himself, but when he walked to the previous place, the two of them were no longer there.
Obviously, not only him, but also Percy and Penello don't want others to bump into them a second time.
I don't know if he has been in the abandoned corridor for a long time, but Aini feels that the perspective in front of him is getting darker and darker, as if even the light is too lazy to enter this place with few people, and only a few reptiles are secretly moving around.
Turning around the corner where boys and girls are dating, it’s like another world in front of you.
Bright yet soft light, looking left and right, hanging paintings with different expressions, low-key squatting, standing frozen in place, but able to rise up at any time to resist the enemy's stone beasts, all these constitute the horoscope familiar to the little wizards.
Gwartz.
Of course, familiarity does not mean liking. For example, no one has been able to completely understand the movement rules of the stairs...
Aini has been standing at the end of the stairs for almost two minutes. If he hadn't felt more relaxed after coming out of the unmanned corridor, he might have considered flying down directly.
"Deng, Deng, Deng..."
Another visitor arrived belatedly up the stairs. Aini was about to respond to the other person's greetings when he saw a green shadow flash past and left in a hurry as if he hadn't seen him.
"Pa~"
Ani slapped his forehead. He forgot that he was still wearing the Disguise Charm...
But then Aini looked in the direction where the person was leaving.
Marcus Flint?
What is he doing on the eighth floor at this time?