A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Now I need to find the person who truly has this authority. I'm sure Professor McGonagall will be quite surprised to see you all. Stay here and don't move around.

Chapter 142 He couldn't escape this scolding after all.

The next day, in the auditorium.

Many students were whispering among themselves. Under the envious and jealous gazes of others, Harry and Ron sat proudly but also embarrassed at the long table, ready to enjoy their breakfast.

They escaped punishment last night, although Professor Snape desperately wanted them to be punished as they deserved, such as expelled.

However, Harry and Ron were from Gryffindor, and Professor McGonagall didn't want to expel them for this. In addition, Dumbledore pleaded for them, so the two were only punished with solitary confinement, without any points being deducted.

Moreover, many people think that being able to drive a speeding car to school is a pretty cool thing, and after the news spread, the two unexpectedly gained a group of fans.

"Look at how smug they are! Anyone who didn't know better would think they'd saved the wizarding world!" Draco said resentfully from the Slytherin table.

"They only look glamorous now," Aaron sighed. "The fame they enjoy right now is nothing compared to empty fame; everyone will forget about it in a few days."

"I know, but I just feel unconvinced."

Harry Potter seems to attract attention no matter what he does, even if he's wrong.

"It is true that they did something wrong, but the suffering they endured was extraordinary."

Actually, I spotted them on the train yesterday and even brought them some food.

Draco paused for a moment, then turned to look at Abbe, who was shuffling herring on the table, as if he had figured something out.

"So you went out yesterday because of...the two of them?"

"Otherwise what? Do you really think driving is easy?" Aaron said with a meaningful smile. "Ron drove for more than eight hours, and there was hardly any food in the car. In addition, the sun made the temperature rise a lot. He was tired, hot, thirsty and hungry. Only a warrior could persevere."

And do you think this matter will be over so easily?

Don't forget, they put it in the newspapers, and Mr. Arthur Weasley is with the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh I got it."

Draco's mood instantly brightened as he thought about the terrible state the two had in the car and the belated punishment they would face.

"But how did you spot them on the train?"

"Uh...this was an accident."

Draco didn't ask any more questions, glanced disdainfully at Harry and Ron, and started eating his breakfast.

Aaron shrugged, piled his half-eaten food in front of Abe, and then walked toward the Gryffindor table.

"You two seem to be very happy!"

I became famous by accident.

"It's alright!" Harry said with a hint of smugness. "It's just that Ron's losses were a bit too great."

"The losses were severe."

Ron reluctantly took out his wand, an old wand that was barely usable before, but was now on the verge of being obsolete.

The cane was almost completely broken at one-third of its length. Although it was tightly wrapped with tape, the wood fragments could still be vaguely seen inside.

Aaron gave him a sympathetic look. "That's amazing. Nobody would want this wand even if it were given away for free, and you're actually thinking of turning something rotten into something magical."

"Can it be fixed?" Ron asked earnestly.

“Ha!” Aaron shook his head. “Take my advice, you’d better get a different wand.”

Believe me, even Ollivander couldn't fix this thing.

Hearing this, Ron looked bitter. "Then I'm doomed."

He didn't have the money to buy a wand, so he thought of settling for something else.

But now it seems there's no possibility of repair. Aaron is Ollivander's grand-nephew, so his words are more valuable than those of ordinary people.

"Good morning!" Hermione walked over carrying a book. She greeted Aaron with a smile, then glared at Harry and Ron with displeasure.

The two immediately lowered their heads guiltily, knowing that Hermione was unhappy with their return to school.

"Aaron, are you very busy during this holiday?" Hermione asked somewhat nervously.

"Extremely busy, the kind of busy you can't even imagine."

“No wonder.” Hermione nodded thoughtfully. “I was wondering why you didn’t reply to the letters I wrote to you. When I went to Diagon Alley, your clerk said you weren’t there.”

Aaron smiled awkwardly but politely. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but my family's discipline is just too strict."

“Exactly, Aaron was forced to run away from home,” Harry interjected.

"Run away from home?" Hermione was taken aback, then turned to Aaron. "What happened?"

"That's all in the past, it shouldn't happen again," Aaron said somewhat guiltily, though he himself didn't believe it.

It's estimated that after this academic year ends, he will still be forced to study those courses until he truly becomes a master.

"Are you really alright?" Hermione was still a little skeptical.

"It's really nothing."

You'd be more worried about these two than me.

“We?” Harry pointed to himself, swallowing hard. “We should be alright, right?”

There was a reason we drove back to school. Professor McGonagall had already punished us, and Headmaster Dumbledore had said that the laws against underage wizards would not hold us responsible.

In other words, this matter is over.

Ron nodded repeatedly. He had already lost a wand and a car. If this wasn't the end of it, his heart couldn't take it.

"You've evaded the laws and school rules, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, an owl flew in from outside.

This owl is Errol from the Weasley family. Among owls, he is old, weak, sick, or disabled. It must have been quite a feat for him to fly this far.

"coming."

Aaron muttered something, then pulled Hermione up from her seat.

The next moment, Errol bumped into the dining table and fell right into Hermione's plate, splashing milk and feathers everywhere.

“Ron.” Hermione’s lips twitched. “You really need to get a new owl.”

“I wish! This bird is really stupid.” Ron picked Errol up and his face fell instantly when he saw the wet envelope in its beak.

"Oh no!"

“A roaring letter,” Aaron said gleefully. “It’s clear that Mrs. Weasley is really angry, otherwise she wouldn’t have sent you a letter like this in public.”

"What is a Howling Letter?" Harry asked, somewhat puzzled.

"You'll know soon."

Ron was extremely nervous, his hands trembling involuntarily, but looking at the envelope that had already begun to smoke, he still mustered up the courage to tear it open.

The red envelope, along with the letter inside, was folded into the shape of a mouth, from which came Mrs. Weasley's angry roar, many times louder than usual.

"Ron Weasley, how dare you steal a car without permission?"

"I'm absolutely furious."

"Your father is now under investigation by the Ministry of Magic, and it's all your fault."

"If you dare to cause any more trouble, we'll bring you back right away."

After he finished speaking, the red envelope burst into flames and turned to ashes in an instant.

However, those who were nearby still felt a buzzing in their ears, and Ron was slumped in his chair, stunned and unable to come to his senses.

Harry stared blankly at him. He was also involved in the car incident, but it seemed that only Ron was being scolded.

"The thing I feared most has happened," Aaron said, shaking his head. "You still couldn't escape this scolding."

However, neither of you deserves sympathy. If I had to give my opinion... you deserve it.

Harry and Ron turned to look at him simultaneously; those two words truly broke their hearts.

This is incredibly embarrassing. The first day of school was so stressful that the two of them felt so guilty that they couldn't eat.

“That’s a good thing,” Hermione murmured. “You’ve been punished appropriately, and this matter is finally over. You don’t have to live in fear anymore.”

"That's hard to say," Aaron said, pursing his lips. "I'm not exaggerating, but their ability to cause trouble..."

Hermione felt a little insecure upon hearing this, after all, they had already proven their abilities in this area last year.

"Sigh! Let nature take its course!"

Hermione opened a thick book and began reading it by herself at the dining table.

"Traveling with a Vampire"

Aaron looked at the book cover and couldn't help but complain, "When did you start liking this kind of book?"

"This is a textbook!" Hermione said, somewhat surprised. "Didn't you know?"

"What?" Aaron was taken aback for a moment, then carefully examined the book's contents. "The content is rich, the colors are vibrant, and the writing flows smoothly, but most importantly, it portrays the protagonist, Gilderoy Lockhart, with humor, wit, strength, kindness, and wisdom..."

After reading two chapters, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily. "I admit this book is pretty good, but..."

“Right!” Hermione completely ignored the word “but”. “This book is definitely good. It sold like hotcakes when it was at Flourish and Blotts. It’s probably in the top ten bestsellers in the wizarding world.”

"No, I mean, is this book related to what we're going to learn?"

This book contains no magic spells, no specific knowledge; it's less of a textbook and more of an autobiography. But if it is an autobiography, then I truly admire the author.

“This is my autobiography,” Hermione said with some pride. “Everything in it is true. The main character of this book is our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

Chapter 143 of the textbook actually consists of seven autobiographies.

Aaron was speechless when he saw Hermione's adoring expression.

“Other people’s legends are just a few titles, including our great headmaster Dumbledore, but this one…” Aaron looked at the book somewhat embarrassedly and read out the protagonist’s name, “Giddy Lockhart.”

This Gilderoy Lockhart actually uses a whole book to introduce himself—that's more than just narcissistic!

“Aaron.” Hermione gave him a slightly angry look. “You can’t talk about Professor Lockhart like that. His reputation in the wizarding world is definitely not low.”