A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"The second boy in the family to be elected student council president." Mrs. Weasley looked at Percy with pride, then turned her disapproving gaze to George and Fred. "Why weren't you two elected prefects?"

"Why should we be prefects?" Fred asked, speechless.

“That would take a lot of the fun out of life,” George added.

“You should set a good example for your younger sister.”

“Ginny has other brothers to set an example for her,” Percy said haughtily. “I’m going upstairs to change my clothes first, then I’ll come down for dinner.”

Seeing him leave, George and Fred both looked a little relieved.

"Aaron, what do you think of the prefect?" George asked.

“Uh… Neller is a responsible prefect; at least the Slytherins trust him.”

“That’s not what I’m asking,” Fred laughed. “Do you want to be a prefect?”

“No.” Aaron shook his head decisively. “Being a prefect is too tiring, and there’s no salary. Compared to my own responsibilities, the duties of a prefect are just a burden.”

The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously gave Aaron an approving look.

"That's very well said."

"Next time Mom complains, we'll use this as an excuse."

Aaron: ......

Chapter 295 Professor Lupin on the Train

September st.

After breakfast, Aaron, accompanied by Genes, drove an ordinary car to Kingdom Cross Station.

Just as the two took their suitcases out, they saw two dark green cars emerge from the narrow alley.

"The Ministry of Magic?" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "But isn't that a bit too ostentatious!"

“It’s the Weasleys, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.” Genes looked at the strange lineup and said thoughtfully, “They must have been sent by Fudge to protect Harry Potter. Harry Potter will probably be on tenterhooks until Sirius is caught.”

"At least he's safe while he's at Hogwarts," Aaron said dismissively. "There's the most powerful white mage of the century there!"

"Young master, the train will depart in half an hour," Genes reminded him.

"Okay, I'm leaving now, you don't need to see me off." Aaron shrugged, pushed the cart into the station, and easily passed through the partition between platforms nine and ten.

Looking at the bright red steam train and the large and small wizards crowding the station, Aaron couldn't help but smile. From today onwards, his life would truly return to normal.

Aaron skillfully placed his suitcase in the last carriage of the train and then began looking for a seat for himself.

He probably arrived late. He searched from the back of the car to the front and found that only one private room was relatively empty. However, when he got closer, he realized why the room was empty: an adult was sleeping inside.

Aside from the staff and the witches selling snacks, there were no other adults on the Hogwarts Express.

After hesitating for a moment, Aaron pushed open the sliding door and led Abe inside.

But as soon as it sat down, Abe opened its eyes and looked warily at the middle-aged man opposite it.

"what happened?"

“His taste is very strange,” Abe replied in Dragon Language. “It’s like a wild beast living inside him, or, in human terms, a time bomb.”

Aaron: ......

Holy crap! What kind of luck is this?

I should have known better than to prioritize comfort; I should have at least squeezed into any cubicle!

"call!"

Aaron took a deep breath, picked up Abe, and stood up naturally but carefully.

The train hasn't left yet, and the people haven't woken up. It should still be possible to change seats now.

However, before he could open the sliding door, three people appeared outside the compartment: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

"Uh... here's a piece of advice: don't come in."

“But all the other private rooms are full, there’s no room for three people.” Hermione said, opening the door, and Harry and Ron followed her in.

"Sigh! That's life, mostly unsatisfactory," Aaron thought to himself as he sat down by the window.

“Aaron, who is this…?” Harry asked, pointing to the sleeping man beside him.

"I do not know either."

“Professor RJ Lupin,” Hermione whispered, “it’s written on his box.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron glanced at the box and felt much relieved.

As a professor at Hogwarts, even if he himself had some hidden dangers, he would not pose a threat to his students.

Having figured this out, Aaron began to observe the new professor with great interest.

He wore tattered wizard robes, and his light brown hair was streaked with white. He looked to be around thirty years old, but he was sickly.

Moreover, the suitcase was tattered and worn, probably at least ten years old.

"This professor is obviously not doing well; he's definitely one of the poorest people in the teaching profession."

“I can see that,” Ron said with some doubt. “I just don’t know if he can handle the job.”

The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seems to be cursed; Quirrell is dead, Lockhart is in jail, and neither of them fared well.

“This one should be suitable,” Aaron said. “Lockhart was a big joke last year. If Hogwarts is hiring professors again, they will definitely have some basic assessments, or at the very least, they will know his background.”

"hope so!"

“I have something to tell you.” Harry glanced at Professor Lupin, making sure he was still asleep, before looking at the three of them seriously. “Sirius Black may be looking for me. He wants to kill me.”

"No way!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise. "How did you know?"

“I overheard the Weasleys talking last night,” Harry said sheepishly. “But I really didn’t mean to.”

They say that Sirius Black was talking in his sleep the day before his escape, repeating over and over the same phrase: "He's at Hogwarts."

He was the mysterious man's loyal servant, thinking that killing me would allow the mysterious man to make a comeback.

That's why Fudge didn't hold me responsible for blowing Aunt Maggie up like a balloon, and instead arranged for me to go to Diagon Alley and have members of the Ministry of Magic escort me onto the train.

“Uh… I don’t want to say it, but Sirius might not be here to kill you,” Aaron said. “If he wanted to kill you, he would have done it long ago. Why wait twelve years? This is too sudden.”

“They might be planning an escape,” Ron said, stroking his chin. “After all, it’s Azkaban; no one has ever escaped from there before.”

"No, no, no." Aaron waved his hand. "There are still some doubts. He didn't resist at all when he was captured."

"Perhaps they knew they couldn't escape, and surrendering would spare them some physical suffering."

Moreover, he was laughing even after killing three people; he was completely insane.

Aaron blinked, then shrugged. "Okay, I have nothing to say."

“Black will definitely be caught,” Hermione comforted her. “Everyone is looking for him.”

At that moment, a faint whistle suddenly rang out in the private room.

"What was that sound?" Aaron looked at Harry's suitcase. "What did you bring?"

“I don’t know either.” Harry hurriedly opened his suitcase and pulled out a small, top-shaped object from a piece of clothing. “Ron gave it to me for my birthday.”

"Is this a viewing mirror?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at the rapidly spinning top.

"I heard it lights up and spins when there's a suspicious person around," Aaron said thoughtfully. "That's not a good sign."

"Don't overthink it, it's just a cheap knock-off." Ron said dismissively, "A magical toy, a shoddy product sold to wizard tourists."

Harry nodded, then stuffed the spyglass into an old sock; he didn't want the little spinning top to wake the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Harry, do you have any plans for Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked excitedly. "It's the only place in England without Muggles, and it has a very long history."

“Nobody signed his permission form,” Aaron interjected, then looked at Harry with some sympathy. “You can think about what you want to buy in advance, and I can reluctantly bring it back for you.”

"Thanks." Harry nodded sullenly.

“How about we try Professor McGonagall?” Ron whispered. “If that doesn’t work, we can try Fred and George; they might know the secret passage leading out of the school.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips twitched. "Are your two older brothers really that outstanding?"

“Absolutely not,” Hermione objected firmly. “Black hasn’t been caught yet, and it would be very dangerous for Harry to leave Hogwarts.”

“I think so too,” Harry said listlessly. “Trouble is always finding me.”

“It won’t be so dangerous if we’re with him,” Ron said confidently.

"Don't involve me," Aaron hurriedly waved his hand. "You know me, I don't like trouble."

“But you’re the strongest among us,” Ron said, somewhat disgruntled. “You defeated Mysterio when he was young!”

"Keep a low profile, this kind of thing should be kept low-key," Aaron said wearily. He was confident enough to defeat Blake, but there was no need to get entangled with a desperate criminal.

Several hours later, darkness fell, and the black clouds grew thicker and thicker.

The witch pushed her food cart past the cubicle door and asked, "Is there anything you need?"

“Yes.” Aaron skillfully pulled a Gallon from Abe’s pocket. “Give me two bottles of milk, three packs of chocolate, four bottles of juice, five egg tarts, and six lollipops.”

What would you like?

"No, thank you." Ron pursed his lips. "My mom prepared sandwiches for us."

"Should we wake him up?" Harry pointed at Professor Lupin. "He might need something to eat."

“Let’s add three more cakes!” Aaron added, “as a treat for our professor.”

“Okay.” The witch placed the food Aaron needed on the table. “If it’s not enough, come to me anytime.”

Aaron wasn't reserved. He left two bottles of juice and three cakes, then piled the rest of the snacks in front of Abe.

As it ate, it excitedly stuffed the food into its pocket.

Its granary was emptied by its owner a few months ago, so now it's trying to store as much as it can.

The train continued its journey, and as night fell, all the lights inside the carriage came on.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, the wind was howling, and the raindrops kept hitting the window, making a pattering sound.

Professor Lupin seemed to be sleeping the whole time; if it weren't for his breathing, they would have doubted whether he was still alive.