A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Professor, there is one final exam at the end of the semester."

I hope you can easily give me a high score, not too high, just slightly above average will be fine.

Upon hearing this, Lockhart's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile.

A high score? Absolutely impossible.

He didn't consider himself particularly capable, but he wasn't petty either.

However, he was questioned by a student in the first class and almost embarrassed in front of everyone. Later, he was forced to duel by the same student in his office, and had no choice but to agree to certain conditions.

Even the most patient person can't stand it if this happens repeatedly.

Lockhart's only means of revenge might be the final exam, the questions of which were set by the professor, and the papers were also graded by the professor.

He could easily give Aaron a failing grade, otherwise he wouldn't be able to swallow this insult.

As for whether Aaron would seek revenge on Lockhart, he wasn't worried at all. He never intended to teach at Hogwarts forever; teaching for a year would be enough to add a significant chapter to his life's record.

He'll definitely leave school before the grades come out after the final exams, so Aaron won't be able to find him.

“That puts me in a difficult position,” Lockhart said, feigning reluctance. “Dumbledore will also see the exam results, so even if I wanted to give you a high score, I probably couldn’t. I have to handle this matter officially.”

How about this? If you dedicate a little more attention to listening in class, getting good grades should be easy with your intelligence.

This is because they don't want to!

And they even tried to find ways to make him bow his head and listen to those vulgar autobiographies.

Aaron was starting to admire Lockhart; despite being a complete waste, he possessed a strange kind of self-confidence.

If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll think he's easy to bully!

“Professor Gilderoy Lockhart,” Aaron said politely, but Lockhart perceived this politeness as a sign of submission.

"what happened?"

I apologize for my rudeness.

"It's okay, I forgive you."

“You’re only making me feel more ashamed. I’ll feel guilty if I don’t make it up to you,” Aaron said, shaking his head. “I remember you have a book called ‘Sailing with Vampires,’ right?”

"That's right, it's one of my masterpieces."

Aaron couldn't help but clap his hands. "What a coincidence!"

"Professor Lockhart, I have an idea that can further boost your fame and simultaneously increase the book's sales tenfold."

Lockhart's eyes lit up, and he looked at Aaron with more appreciation.

This student is quite pragmatic!

If it could really make him more famous, he would give him full marks, not just high marks, but also an extra 10 points for neat handwriting.

"Tell me about it, but if it violates the rules, then forget it."

I am a very upright wizard.

Lockhart spoke with righteous indignation, but a fleeting glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"To be honest, the Gaius family has some connections with some vampire dukes. They even gave me gifts when my magic awakened!"

One of them was from the Giovanni tribe, and it seems that the supporting character in your book is his descendant.

I think they'll give me the honor of doing an interview with you. The Daily Prophet certainly won't let this opportunity pass by; it'll be hard for this book not to be a hit then.

Upon hearing this, Lockhart's face showed no joy; instead, it turned extremely pale.

Is this a surprise? It's more like a horrible shock!

With his small frame, he'd be a complete free kill to face a vampire!

“No need for that!” Lockhart said, his lips trembling. “I’m very busy.”

"How can we not use it?"

"Professor, don't worry, I'll handle this perfectly for you."

“Um… I suddenly realized that I might not have considered things thoroughly enough,” Lockhart stammered. “Giving you the freedom to manage your class time means that I, as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, acknowledge your abilities.”

You don't need to take the final exam. I can talk to Dumbledore and get you a perfect score directly.

As for the interview with the vampire, forget it. There's no need to disturb their lives for my sake.

"Is that so?" Aaron hesitated for a moment, feigning hesitation. "Then forget it."

Of course, Professor, you can come to me if you ever think things through.

To be honest, besides vampires, I also have some influence with some werewolf tribes.

Lockhart: ......

I'd better avoid this student in the future; if I can't afford to offend him, I can at least stay away!

Chapter 148 Conflict Between the Two Academy Teams

Back in his dorm, Aaron lay on his bed, a smile creeping onto his face.

The process of getting the course went more smoothly than he had expected. Starting tomorrow, he will have full control over the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for this academic year.

Whether he was sleeping or reading extracurricular books, Lockhart would keep one eye open and the other closed.

However, Aaron wouldn't waste his time improving himself. He couldn't stop learning magic circles, as they were a more difficult and complicated form of magic than spells, requiring a lot of practice.

It took him two months to memorize all the basic magic circles engraved in the family's secret chamber, including summoning, elemental, teleportation, support, enhancement, decomposition, and sacrifice magic circles, and so on.

Having learned about the wonders of magic circles, he naturally had a great desire for this profound magic; the combination of various magic circles could even be described as an art.

Even he only memorized their shapes and the flow of magic that needed to be considered when drawing them.

In short, it would take him some time to inscribe the magic circle, but in a real battle, the enemy wouldn't give him any chance.

In the words of Vicht Gaius, he would only be considered barely qualified when he could complete one or even multiple magic circles in an instant without the aid of any medium.

The first step to becoming a master is to shorten the time required to inscribe magic circles, and where does that time come from during school? Without a doubt, it comes from Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In the following days, Aaron, like other students, studied and lived in an orderly manner. When he had nothing to do, he would go to the library and practice drawing magic circles.

On Saturday, Aaron got up very early, ate breakfast, and then took Abe outside the castle.

Draco is going to attend the Slytherin team's first practice and has asked the former Seeker to come and support him.

When he got to the court, he found Hermione and Ron there as well.

"Good morning," Aaron greeted them. "What are you doing here?"

“Wait for someone,” Ron said. “We had planned with Harry to go see Hagrid, but it seems he was stopped by Wood.”

The Gryffindor team is going to have special training, and as the Seeker, he can't avoid it.

Aaron paused, staring at the empty stadium, his face twitching slightly. "You mean Gryffindor is having special training today?"

"Yeah! We're just killing time anyway, so watching Quidditch is quite interesting."

"We can always go to Hagrid's hut after Harry finishes training," Ron said matter-of-factly, then looked at Aaron with some surprise. "I remember you weren't very interested in Quidditch, so why are you here at the pitch?"

"Um...you don't want to know the reason."

Aaron was somewhat speechless. Gryffindor had a special training session today, and Slytherin also had a training session, which meant that the two teams might meet on the field, and who knew if any conflict might break out.

"Do you want to come with us to see Hagrid later?" Hermione asked.

"Hehe!" Aaron pointed meaningfully at Abe in his arms, "Are you sure it's appropriate for me to go? Hagrid has been eyeing my Abe for more than just a day or two."

Hagrid knows what he's doing.

With you, the master, around, he won't do anything reckless.

Aaron smiled without saying a word. It sounded nice, but he didn't believe a word of it, after all, this forest ranger had a criminal record.

Before long, the Gryffindor team, dressed in red uniforms, walked onto the field.

However, apart from captain Oliver Wood, everyone else looked listless.

"Did they skip breakfast?" Aaron asked, somewhat surprised.

“Maybe more than that,” Ron said with a wry smile. “Wood woke them up several hours early, so they probably didn’t get any sleep, let alone eat.”

Aaron pursed his lips. This captain was taking it a little too seriously!

Thinking that Draco had also gotten up an hour earlier than usual today, he couldn't help but feel glad that he had quit the college team in time.

Seven flying brooms soared into the air, and Gryffindor split into two teams for a competition.

The occasional flashes of light and the clicking of camera shutters on the field left them momentarily bewildered.

Colin stood on the highest platform, excitedly taking pictures and capturing every single shot of Harry Potter.

"Wow, I knew Colin idolized Harry, but I didn't realize he was this obsessed with his idol."

“It’s fortunate he’s from Gryffindor, otherwise Wood would probably have mistaken him for a Slytherin spy,” Ron said.

After he finished speaking, Ron seemed to have thought of something, and silently turned his gaze to Aaron, his eyes filled with suspicion.

Colin would certainly not spy on Gryffindor's training plans, but Aaron might.

He used to be Slytherin's Seeker, so he doesn't need special notes; he should be able to analyze Wood's tactics just by watching him play once.

"Hey! What do you mean by that look?" Aaron said unhappily. "Don't insult my noble character with your suspicious gaze."

“Ron,” Hermione rolled her eyes and said in a reproachful tone, “If you’re going to have any doubts, at least pick the right person! Aaron isn’t that kind of person.”

"Exactly, do you think I need to spy on others?"

If I wanted to help Slytherin, I could just rejoin as a Seeker.

Ron shrugged awkwardly and gave Aaron an embarrassed but polite smile. "Sorry."

At that moment, several people dressed in green robes walked into the stadium, each carrying an identical flying broom.

"See that?" Aaron pointed to the Slytherin team. "I'm here purely because the Slytherin team also needs to train; I have no other intentions."

Upon seeing the Slytherin team enter the field, Wood lost all interest in training and angrily charged to the ground.

“Flint, this is Gryffindor’s training time,” Wood said sternly. “Now, please leave.”