(This is a re-modification, different from the original one, I have ruined that joke)

Aio switched his fingers holding the crystal bottle from his index finger to his middle finger, and then from middle finger to his ring finger, and finally sighed.

“How is it?”

"Not very good... Brother, you have asked..."

Moretz stretched out his right hand and began to pull one by one, "Once, twice, three times, four times..."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It tastes like a broken little bean cake... Brother, you have asked this question many times, it's the first..."

Moretz pouted and stretched out his left hand, "I'll count the question first, and then count this... twenty-eight times, twenty-nine times..."

"What does the broken little bean cake taste like?"

"..." Moretz put down his little hand, and something called anger flashed in his eyes, "Brother, Moretz doesn't want to have one more!"

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"Okay, okay, I'll drink it now, I'm ready to drink..."

Aio said to himself: "I'm drinking now... I'm about to drink..."

"Drink!"

Maybe because she felt that her squeamish look was so funny that the little girl had, Ao finally made a fuss and poured the light green liquid into her mouth.

Then he had only had time to realize that it was a feeling of blood surging all over his body, and he didn't taste anything at all, because his eyes turned black, his head sank, and he fell down.

The whole body was filled with a numb feeling. Ao roared a few times, and nothing could be seen in front of him. He could only wave his trembling arms like a guy who fell into the water, trying to catch something so that he felt a little relied on - but unfortunately he only slashed the gap in the floor, and it also cut his fingers.

"Uh Riz! Uh... Riz!"

He heard his instinctively yelling, but found that the brain had begun to slow down, and he felt in horror that all his perceptions were slowly disappearing - gradually, he could feel the sting of the wound on his little finger, and everything else seemed to be gone.

"Um...Um Rui..."

He had no sense of the violent collision between his lips and teeth, and only knew that he was shouting with all his might, but the sound he shouted sounded like it came from a long and long distance.

Gradually, there was still no slight touch or vision. Ao felt like he was floating in the air and had no contact with nothing, and the pain on his little finger was now beginning to become numb and weak - he was about to lose his last perception.

The high-frequency buzzing sound suddenly sounded, and Io felt that this was a torture to his ears-he felt that there was finally something in front of him--it was just golden stars.

Aio roared—the sounds were getting louder and louder.

But another minute later, just when Io felt that he was not as good as he died, the sounds seemed to suddenly have a balanced point and began to become clearer, as if a knob was controlling their gradually normal audio:

"Oh, you annoying guy~~

Give me the bright and clear lake water~~

Take away your dirty big hand quickly~~

Give me the bright and clear lake water~~”

Io was stunned for a long time. He listened to the tune and felt that this was a song with a soft voice, but the lyrics were indeed a bit strange.

Then he felt his perception was recovering, and at the same time, another voice came:

"Drive them away! Drive them away! Defend this old oak tree!"

"Drive them away!"

Aio suddenly felt that his IQ was not enough - what was this situation? What did he hear?

At this time, he finally recovered the pain on the wound of his little finger - he took a breath of air conditioning, and he felt the cold floor again, regained his sense of touch, and the scenery in front of him began to gradually focus.

"Brother! Brother!"

Ao felt something on his shoulder, and then he was helped to sit up in a daze.

"Brother, what's wrong with you~"

It was Moretz's voice and crying, and Io felt warm in his heart - this child cared about him very much...

"Brother, are you okay?"

"Um... yes... I'm shrunk... I mean... it's okay..."

Ao trembled and supported the ground with his hands, trying to stand up, but fell down there in a very funny posture with his face against the ground - his hands and feet were completely out of control.

"Brother, be careful..." Moretz flashed her big eyes, and the tears in his eyes had just faded. "No matter how I told you, you didn't wake up just now, why are you so sleepy? I almost thought you didn't like playing with me anymore, and wanted to sleep, so I ignored me."

"I'll go... It turns out you were crying because you were worried that I would never play with you again... Forget it... I'm missing..." Ao muttered in a low voice.

He let out a long sigh, feeling scared, and really didn't want to recall all the feelings he had just now. He was stunned at a black skeleton. After a while, he realized that he had many questions to ask.

"How did you know that this thing tastes like a little bean cake... You won't taste it..." Ao asked, and the next sentence he answered was "You won't drink such a horrible thing as a drink."

"Ah...I guessed... the color is very similar to the little bean cake made by the house elf, but it's a little lighter, so it's broken... Brother, don't be angry, isn't it very difficult to drink..."

Ao grinned—I won't bother with you.

"Then..." Ao pressed his hair to show his anger, "How did you know this can bring magic?"

"Ah!" Morez clapped his little hands happily, "Don't worry about this brother, I'll show you, there are labels here, which were posted on it before..."

"Here is here!"

"Brother, look."

Aio took a small note and saw it: This potion gives you a magical feeling.

"I……"

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After being depressed enough, Ao remembered to experiment with whether the potion was effective, so he temporarily threw the strange feelings and sounds behind his mind.

Pulling out the alder wood wand, Ao walked to the center of the small room. Morez, as a crowd of onlookers, stared at him without blinking.

“Alohomora-”

The locked small box on the table did not respond.

Aio shook his head, thinking that this might be because the storage box is usually equipped with protective magic - he has read it in the book.

"Um……"

He suddenly thought that there were matches he had practiced last time in his pocket, so he quickly took out two of them left and right, and waved his wand confidently.

Match Lord, don’t you dare to let us be happy???

Ao covered his face depressedly - these two matches were still matches, and there was no change.

"It doesn't work, this potion doesn't work." Ao sighed, but saw Morez's excited expression dimming. He hurriedly walked over and patted the latter's little head, "Thank you... It's fun after drinking this potion... It's really interesting, I'm very happy."

"Really, brother?"

"certainly."

"Wow! Long live!"

Io looked at Moretz who was as happy as receiving the Christmas gift, and he could only smile far-fetchedly - what should he do now?

Go and find the old white-bearded man?

Io thought about it and made a decision.

That's...

Hurry back and clean up the flowers on the floor of the lounge so that they wouldn't think a flower picking thief came last night.

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“Io…”

"Um?"

"To be honest," Michael Kona smeared his sausage with thick tomato sauce. "Do you remember that there were flowers in the blue vase on the windowsill? There were many more... Chica remembered that when he told me about this today, the expression on his face seemed to be like a ghost...but I can't remember it."

"There has never been a flower." Aio said firmly.

"Oh, that's it..."

"Hey, Ao."

Hermione's voice always sounded abruptly.

"What? Are you in love with Ravenclaw's dining table? Come here..."

"What? I can't ask you 'that thing', have you asked..."

"Speak outside." Aio said concisely, holding the breakfast bread in his hand, patting Michael on the shoulder, and then pulling Hermione to the outside venue.

"Why, have you asked?"

"No."

"and you……"

"I don't want to go."
To be continued...