A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind him, making him instinctively shudder and his heart leap into his throat.

“Mr. Gaius, now doesn’t seem like the time to return to school!” Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Uh... Principal, I..."

The thought body dispelled the Illusion Curse and looked at the kind-faced Dumbledore. His mind raced; he had to come up with a reasonable explanation as quickly as possible because he was about to disappear.

"Don't rush, speak slowly."

How could I not be anxious?

The slumbering body composed itself and began to spout nonsense with a straight face, "Sir, I just need to go to my dormitory to get something, I'll be leaving right away."

I don't think such a trivial matter warrants reporting it to you!

"It's really not necessary, but Aaron, if you just need to retrieve something, you can simply use an owl to send a letter."

Severus shouldn't mind doing you this small favor.

"Uh...you know Professor Snape's temper, I don't want to get yelled at by him after school starts." The Memory Entity chuckled awkwardly. "Headmaster, I'm in a hurry, the butler is waiting for me outside the school."

"All right!

However, you'd better let me know in advance next time you're coming back to Hogwarts.

The thought nodded and quickly walked towards the castle.

After turning around a wall, the thought entity looked at the body that was beginning to dissipate and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "He probably didn't realize I was an avatar."

Unbeknownst to him, a smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips. "You're already a mage? You've grown at a rate that's almost as fast as I was when I was young."

......

As soon as Aaron climbed ashore, he felt a little dizzy.

He sensed the feedback from the thought entity, withdrew half of his power, and also the proficiency his clone had gained with the magic circle during this time.

However, he did not feel joy; on the contrary, he felt somewhat depressed.

He didn't intend to reclaim his thought body so quickly. Although more strength meant more security, the work of his thought body was also crucial. The longer he reclaimed it, the greater his chances of dealing with crises.

But now he feels like he's given up halfway. Although with the experience of the Thought Body he can instantly cast intermediate magic circles, it's still a long way off to be able to inscribe two magic circles at the same time.

It's estimated that the two worlds are too far apart, so the longing entity had to return.

But can anyone tell him what the Dumbledore who appeared at the end was all about?

The Spectrum Entity overheard Dumbledore at Hagrid's hut that he was going to a meeting at the Ministry of Magic before going for a walk, but this walk was far too short. He returned in less than two hours and managed to block the Spectrum Entity's path.

Fortunately, Dumbledore didn't see through his thought form, otherwise his mentality would have collapsed.

“Fake medicine, absolutely fake medicine! Genes must have given me the wrong Felix Felicis, otherwise I wouldn’t be so unlucky,” Aaron said indignantly. “If I could get back safely, I would definitely give him a good slap.”

call!

A gentle breeze blew by.

Aaron, soaked to the bone, couldn't help but shiver, but remembering Flo's warning, he didn't use magic to dry his clothes.

That is to say, his physical fitness is far beyond that of ordinary people, otherwise he would have caught a cold as soon as he landed.

"Oh right, my wand, my wand."

Aaron's expression changed slightly when he realized his wand was missing, and he immediately began searching for it.

If that thing falls into the hands of an ordinary person, it's fine, but if it falls into the hands of an evil wizard, who knows what kind of trouble it might cause, and then his sins would be enormous.

A few minutes later, Aaron searched the grass around the pool, but found nothing.

He was pretty sure the wand hadn't fallen into the pool with him, but if it wasn't nearby, he'd have to expand the search area.

"What a hassle!"

"I never expected that the first thing I'd have to do is look for my lost wand." Aaron sighed helplessly. "It's not even necessary, but I still have to look for it."

"Child, is this what you're looking for?"

A strange yet gentle voice came from behind a rock. Aaron immediately turned around and saw a figure with its back to the sun. He subconsciously frowned.

An old man dressed in a gray robe and wearing a wizard's hat slowly walked towards him.

He had blue eyes and a long gray beard, and held a long staff in his right hand and his black wand in his left.

Chapter 232 Amnesia? A Self-righteous Claim of Ignorance

The moment Aaron saw the old man, he couldn't help but swallow.

He instinctively felt that the other person was not simple. Although he was dressed in rather shabby clothes, his temperament was exactly the same as that of Albus Dumbledore.

unlucky!

Aaron silently complained to himself.

I just arrived and I've already encountered someone who seems to be a big shot. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Child, is this yours?" the old man asked again.

"Yes." Aaron nodded politely. "It's mine."

"Then take it!" The old man smiled and handed over the wand. "Human magicians are still quite rare."

"Child, you are very talented. Can you tell me about your background?"

Looking into those wise blue eyes, Aaron felt a faint pressure, and his mentality began to crumble.

Being so blunt right from the start was particularly unfriendly to him, an extraterrestrial.

He knows absolutely nothing about this world, how can he answer?

After a moment of silence, a look of confusion appeared on Aaron's face, and he shook his head in puzzlement, "I don't remember."

Pretending to have amnesia was Aaron's brilliant idea, and it was the best and most suitable approach for his current situation, because he really didn't know anything.

"Don't you remember?" The old man frowned slightly, carefully examining Aaron. "If you don't remember, how do you know this wand is yours?"

“I can feel that it’s important to me.” Aaron said without hesitation, speaking entirely instinctively.

"So what do you remember?"

“Gaius, Aaron Gaius, that is my name.”

"Gaius?" The old man's pupils dilated slightly, but quickly returned to normal, though his gaze now held a hint of eagerness.

"Have you heard of this name?" Aaron asked tentatively. He wasn't sure if his ancestors had ever been to this world, but judging from the old man's expression, they probably had!

God, no, Lady Luck, please, if any ancestors have come, please don't bury any graves for this descendant.

“No, I’ve never heard of it.” The old man slowly shook his head and said meaningfully, “However, I can feel a kind of guidance from the unseen world. Gaius is special and will be of great help to the good side.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow. After all, he was a human trafficker himself, and this kind of talk was obviously nonsense with no credibility whatsoever.

Even though the old man seemed unfathomable to him, it only made him somewhat skeptical. Before he was certain of the old man's character, it was better to keep his distance.

“Old man, you’re joking.” Aaron scratched his head. “I don’t think I’m anything special. For me, the most important thing is to find a place to dry my clothes.”

"You can use magic; you don't need to hold back in front of me."

Aaron: ......

No way! Flo specifically warned me not to use magic casually.

"Old man, putting aside whether I know magic or not, even if I did, what do you think I could do in my amnesiac state?"

“Instinct,” the old man said earnestly. “Waving your wand, using your instincts to guide the magic within you.”

Believe me, you can do it.

Aaron's eye twitched slightly, and he was speechless.

This old man is even more troublesome than Dumbledore; he's never going to stop.

He picked up his wand and waved it lightly, but nothing happened.

"You might need a little more practice." The old man wasn't disappointed. "I'll take you to a warm place first. You'll need clean clothes and hot food."

No, I don't need it. I just finished eating.

Besides, I wouldn't be so reserved and constrained if you weren't here.

Although he thought so, Aaron had no choice but to follow the old man for the time being. It was better to follow a local than to wander around aimlessly like a headless fly.

"By the way, I still don't know your name!"

“Gandalf,” the old man said slowly, “the grey wizard, who is quite well-known.”

"Hmm, I've never heard of it."

Gandalf smiled and shook his head, then led Aaron onward.

During the journey, Aaron also gained some rudimentary understanding of this world.

There are many different races, with humans, elves, and dwarves being the dominant races.

Magic exists, but very few people know it; it's as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Civilization is brilliant, but technology is not advanced.

Knowing this, Aaron felt much more at ease.

Firstly, the world is relatively peaceful, so he doesn't need to participate in any major wars. Secondly, with his strength as a mid-level archmage, protecting himself is not a problem.

After walking for nearly half an hour, the two arrived at a paradise where birds sang and flowers bloomed.

"We've arrived, Shire. The hobbits live here," Gandalf said, pointing to a cave shrouded in greenery. "What do you think of this place?"

"Hmm...it's suitable for retirement," Aaron said with a smile. "Blue sky, white clouds, flowers, lakes, and warm sunshine—these combined are synonymous with beauty."

“Well said.” Gandalf nodded, leaning on his wand as he walked to the outside of a low fence, where a hobbit was sitting on a bench, leisurely smoking.

Hobbits are only about one meter tall, with slightly pointed ears and broad feet. The soles of their feet have hard pads and thick brown curly hair, and they generally do not wear shoes.

Aaron's first impression of this hobbit was that he was safe and posed no threat. He was even more harmless than his dragons, and it was clear that he belonged to a peace-loving people.

Seemingly sensing someone's arrival, the hobbit on the bench opened his eyes.

Looking at the old man and the young man outside the fence, he paused for a moment, then looked away somewhat embarrassed. "Good morning."

"Are you simply saying good morning, or are you telling me that you're doing well this morning, or that you feel good this morning, or that you want to do good this morning?"