A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

He had been craving the Transfiguration spell for a long time, especially after last night's battle. He had developed a strong desire for Animagus and decisively spent a thousand magic points to acquire it.

As a large amount of knowledge about Transfiguration was poured into his mind, Aaron felt his head go slightly heavy, but after a while, his face was filled with ecstasy.

He couldn't wait to try it, so he picked up his wand and tapped the water glass. In the blink of an eye, the ordinary glass turned into a black arrow.

Aaron carefully weighed it and found that it was no different from the original in terms of weight and material.

However, he knew that this black arrow was just a flawless fake. It would be fine to use it to shoot other things, but to use it to slay a dragon, it probably wouldn't even be able to break through the dragon's armor.

This can be considered a limitation of Transformation; it can transform one object into another, but it cannot be a 100% transformation.

He can turn stones into exquisite gold ornaments, but these ornaments can only serve a decorative purpose and will not bring any benefit to the human body.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If we could really change matter at will, the magical world would have been in complete chaos long ago.

Aaron shrugged, turned the black arrow into a turtle, and watched it crawl on the table for a while with great interest before turning it back into a water glass.

After marveling at the wonder of Transfiguration, Aaron began experimenting with Animagus.

He tapped his arm with his wand, and his figure quickly transformed into a raven.

A moment later, Aaron flapped his black wings and experienced the feeling of flying in the room before turning himself back.

As for the second type, Animagus, he didn't try it. This room couldn't possibly accommodate a giant dragon. Although he could transform into a dragon cub less than half a meter long, there was absolutely no need for it.

"I'm quite the Transfiguration master now. Not to mention Professor McGonagall, even Dumbledore might not be as good as me in this area," Aaron thought smugly, before turning his attention to the illusion projection and readily spending seven hundred magic points to purchase it.

This is a profound illusion technique. Although it has little offensive power, its cost-effectiveness is higher than that of a powerful spell.

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and the room instantly transformed into his bedroom. Abe then jumped out and flew happily around on the ceiling.

But an illusion is still an illusion; it has no truth to it except for its ability to deceive the eye.

"I don't know when I'll be able to go back, but it shouldn't be too long," Aaron muttered to himself. He then added a thousand magic points to his magic power, raising his strength from mid-level archmage to high-level archmage.

As for the remaining magic points, they can be saved to refresh the shop or to go back and improve Abe's strength.

Chapter 272 Even with the enemy at the gates, they still refuse to give a single penny.

Aaron took out the Dragon Slayer Crystal, whose crimson light appeared incredibly intense to him.

Dragon-slaying magic, magic to fight off dragons.

If he had learned this magic a day earlier, he definitely wouldn't have had such a tough fight last night, and he might even have had the confidence to face Smaug head-on.

"System, will it hurt a lot if I fuse with the Dragon Slayer Crystal?" Aaron asked with some concern.

"The host can choose not to fuse."

Aaron: ......

Yes, it’s no use asking.

After working so hard to activate the Dragon Slayer Crystal, how could I give up just because of a little pain?

"Do I need to make any preparations?"

For example, enough food, enough time, and a safe place.

"As long as the host can withstand it, there is no need to prepare any of these things."

Upon hearing this, Aaron remained silent for a long time before finally making up his mind.

He first cast a soundproofing spell on the room, then set up a defensive barrier, covering the door, walls, floor, and even the ceiling.

After feeling a little safer, he picked up the Dragon Slayer Crystal and silently recited the instructions to absorb it.

As the crimson crystals slowly merged into his body, he felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if every inch of his skin was being soaked in scalding lava.

The tearing pain contorted his face, and he trembled uncontrollably; his clothes were quickly soaked with sweat.

"Damn it... this is way more stimulating than being tortured to the point of having one's bones ripped out." Aaron gritted his teeth, managing not to scream, but his vision was swallowed by darkness after only a short while.

......

The next morning, Aaron opened his eyes in a daze.

Recalling yesterday's experience, he couldn't help but shudder; it completely shattered his understanding of pain.

He checked his clothes and found them to be intact; he was not completely naked.

Standing in front of the mirror, there was no change in appearance, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of composure.

"System, open the personal panel."

"Okay, host."

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic Power: 9564 (High-ranking Archmage, a top-tier combatant in the magical world)]

[Talent: Once in a Millennium (Increases magic power by 4 points per day)]

[Items: Moon Drop (can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that died within one hour), Magic Carpet]

[Magic Point: 310]

"Has your talent undergone a transformation?" Aaron raised an eyebrow in surprise, but then felt it made sense.

The Dragon Slayer Crystal not only gave him Dragon Slayer Magic, but also greatly improved his physical condition.

His physical condition is now twice as strong as before, and if he were to fight the troll again, he is absolutely confident that he could crush his opponent.

boom!

He opened his palm, and a ball of crimson flame burned in his palm.

The temperature was very high, but he felt no pain at all; instead, he felt a sense of warmth.

Fire Dragon Slayer Magic?

Aaron was slightly dissatisfied with this attribute, as fire was the most common attribute, and most dragons' breath was fire.

But looking at it from another angle, it's not so bad, at least the threat from dragons will be greatly reduced.

In addition to basic moves like Roar, Iron Fist, and Wing Strike, he also mastered the Dragon Slayer Secret Technique, which was an unexpected bonus, saving him the time and effort of developing new moves.

As for the deeper dragon power, he cannot awaken it yet; it is estimated that his magic power will need to be raised one or two levels before he can.

"Thank you, Smaug." Aaron silently mourned for Smaug for three minutes before signing in for the day.

As soon as the door opened, Bilbo rushed over. "Thank goodness, you're finally awake."

"What happened? Did something happen while I was asleep?"

"Thorin blocked the city gate with stones."

"Isn't that normal?" Aaron said dismissively. "This is a dwarf city. We can't interfere with whether they repair the city gates or even demolish them."

Bilbo's face twitched slightly. "That might be true under normal circumstances, but that city gate kept the residents of Lake-town out."

"You've come from Lake-town, so you should know that the people there are homeless. Hundreds of refugees have flooded the ruins of Vale, but Thorin has no intention of helping them."

Aaron frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's understandable."

“What?” Bilbo looked at Aaron in astonishment. “That’s hundreds of lives, including the Bard family.”

“I know, but Thorin did nothing wrong.”

Food and water are scarce in Irubone, barely enough to sustain us for a while, but a drop in the ocean for refugees.

This city has no shortage of places to stay, but the treasure is real. Can you guarantee that they will obediently follow orders after Thorin brings them in?

Don't forget the townspeople's behavior the night before we left; their desire for gold was no less than anyone else's.

Hearing this, Bilbo swallowed hard. "It can't be that bad!"

puff!

Aaron couldn't help but chuckle. "Is it appropriate to use 'should' at this time?"

If Irubor were still the glorious dwarven kingdom with a strong and well-equipped army, there would be no need to worry. I would have taken the initiative to persuade Thorin to bring in those refugees.

But there are only a dozen or so of us in this city now. What if they turn the tables and kick us out?

Human greed is the most unpredictable thing. They might be grateful when they first arrive, but who can guarantee they won't be tempted by the dwarves' treasure, or that they won't usurp their place and make Irubur their new home?

Bilbo opened his mouth, only to find himself speechless.

Thorin had finally managed to recapture Lonely Mountain, and he would absolutely not allow any uncertainties to enter.

"So we're just going to stand by and watch them starve and freeze outside?"

“We can provide them with warm clothes and charcoal for heating,” Aaron said in a deep voice. “That’s enough to help them get through the harsh winter, and that’s more than enough.”

Bilbo sighed and nodded silently.

But then he suddenly remembered something and said, “Oh right, there’s something even worse. There’s an army of elves outside.”

"...

"What the hell!"

Aaron couldn't stay calm either; he had thought that killing Smaug would give him a few days of peace.

Although Irubb will face an invasion by evil forces, at least they can have some time to rest.

Once Thorin inherits the throne and gathers the dwarven army, it is not impossible for them to overcome this crisis.

But to our surprise, an army was stationed outside the very next day, and it turned out to be the dwarves' former elven allies. Life is so unpredictable, like a big intestine wrapped around a small intestine.

Without daring to delay, Aaron quickly followed Bilbo to the top of the city wall.

Seeing the river valley city opposite filled with elves clad in golden armor, Aaron felt his head buzzing.

Damn! Thranduil's timing was way too perfect!

At this speed, it's estimated that the dragon had barely died before he dispatched a large army.

“Welcome, my friend.” Thorin smiled at Aaron. “I knew you were tired, so I didn’t tell you when we were building the city wall yesterday.”

"Uh... thank you," Aaron chuckled awkwardly, then looked across at the other side. "What's going on here?"

“It’s just that the despicable elves want to seize the fruits of victory,” Thorin said dismissively. “But Thranduil has underestimated the dwarves; his plans are doomed to fail.”