A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Potter! Granger! Gaius! Come with me for a moment,” Professor McGonagall said, stepping down from the faculty table.

"Uh...is something wrong?" Aaron asked in surprise. He didn't think he had done anything wrong that required the vice principal to come forward personally.

"Don't be nervous. You haven't violated any school rules. There are just some things we need to talk about."

The three exchanged a glance and followed behind Professor McGonagall.

Upon arriving at Professor McGonagall's office, she gestured for them to sit down, and then sat down in her office chair herself.

“Harry, Professor Lupin told me you encountered Dementors on the train,” Professor McGonagall said with concern. “So I notified Madam Pomfrey, and she’ll be there soon.”

"I'm fine, I'm really fine," Harry said anxiously. Meeting the school doctor as soon as you arrive at school is not a good thing.

The school hospital was practically an unbreakable curse for him; he would visit it almost every semester for various reasons. He was the student Ms. Pomfrey saw the most, without exception.

Chapter 297 An Irresistible Course Selection Arrangement

“It’s not as simple as you saying it’s okay.” Professor McGonagall’s attitude was particularly firm. “The doctor has more authority to say that than you.”

As they were talking, there was a knock on the door, and Ms. Pomfrey walked in.

“It’s you again, Harry Potter.” Mrs. Pomfrey shook her head speechlessly. “What dangerous thing have you done this time?”

“It’s a Dementor,” Professor McGonagall said.

Madam Pomfrey's expression turned serious. She walked up to Harry and touched his forehead.

"It's cold and damp. The headmaster really shouldn't have let them into Hogwarts. It's very unfriendly to vulnerable people."

Harry paused for a moment, then immediately said, "I'm not fragile."

“Of course you’re not fragile,” Ms. Pomfrey said absentmindedly, then checked his pulse. “You’re lucky the Dementors didn’t do you much damage.”

“Professor Lupin used the Patronus Charm in time to drive away the Dementor,” Hermione said.

"Really? It seems this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is more reliable." Madam Pomfrey was slightly excited. Compared to Gilderoy Lockhart, who was all talk and no action, this new professor was definitely more trustworthy.

"Professor McGonagall, Harry Potter is fine. He just needs to eat more chocolate."

“I’ve already eaten,” Harry said hastily. “Aaron gave it to me.”

“Gaius knows quite a lot.” Madam Pomfrey gave Aaron an approving smile. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now, or I’ll miss the banquet.”

"Wait, Bobby, take Harry with you."

"And what about us?" Aaron asked.

“I have something else to tell you, the course schedule,” Professor McGonagall said meaningfully. “You won’t miss the banquet.”

After Harry and Madam Pomfrey left the office, Professor McGonagall looked at them with a weary expression.

“Gaius, Granger, I know better than anyone that you are good students, but you can’t be willful and reckless!”

Five elective courses, some of which are offered at the same time, and you all signed up for them all? Can you be in two places at once?

Aaron: Yes, I can create clones.

Hermione felt a little guilty, but she still didn't intend to change her mind. "Professor, you know me. I'm really interested in those classes and don't want to miss them."

“You won’t say things like that when you’re overwhelmed by your studies,” Professor McGonagall said, but she couldn’t help but sigh when she saw the stubborn look in McGonagall’s eyes.

She took a gold necklace out of the drawer, with a small hourglass at the center.

"Time Converter, one rotation can take you back one hour to the past. You can use this tool to complete your elective course."

Hermione's eyes widened upon hearing this, her face beaming with delight.

"Professor, is this for me?"

“It’s a loan to you,” Professor McGonagall emphasized. “I applied to the Ministry of Magic for a long time before it was approved because you are a model student.”

“Thank you so much, Professor,” Hermione said excitedly.

"Don't thank me yet. You have to promise me that you won't use it for anything other than your studies."

“I assure you, Professor.”

Professor McGonagall did not immediately hand over the time-tamper to her, but solemnly warned her, "There are some things you need to understand."

First of all, time is mysterious and unpredictable. Whether you want to go to the past or the future, you can only adjust the time to within five hours. Once it exceeds five hours, it will cause you great harm, and this tool may also malfunction.

Secondly, time travel must not be discovered by others, especially not by meeting your past or future self, otherwise no one will know the consequences if a time loop is created.

Finally, this item does not reduce fatigue, meaning your learning load will remain unchanged.

"I understand," Hermione said seriously, carefully hanging the Time-Turner around her neck.

"Professor McGonagall, do you mean we should both use the Time-Turner to take an elective course?" Aaron frowned slightly; this was quite different from his original plan.

A time converter can ensure that he doesn't miss any classes, but it has too many limitations and must be used with extreme caution.

The thought body is different; it can split itself up and take on tasks. Although it might be a little hard to keep up when taking three classes at the same time, it is confident that it can make up for it.

Moreover, there's no need to worry, and you won't feel particularly tired.

“That depends on your choice,” Professor McGonagall said meaningfully, then took out a thick envelope from under the table.

"This is?"

“Your butler sent it to me,” Professor McGonagall exclaimed. “I must admit that Mr. Genes’s research on the timetable is professional. He added all the electives to the required courses and created a completely new timetable for you.”

You can take up to five elective courses, and make up any you miss on Sundays.

Aaron's lips twitched violently, and several clear black lines appeared on his forehead.

A generous gift crab!

Genes is meddling way too much!

You always liked to schedule my classes at home, and I didn't expect that I still couldn't escape them even after coming to school.

"Professor, this is inappropriate, really inappropriate," Aaron refused with an awkward laugh. "I can't waste your time because of me; my conscience wouldn't allow it!"

“I knew you’d say that,” Professor McGonagall said with a smile and a shake of her head. “Mr. Genes also considered this. He gave a thousand Galleons to several professors as overtime pay, which averages out to two hundred Galleons per person, more than a month’s salary.”

He also provided each professor with the latest textbooks, and each of you will receive a bonus of one hundred gallons at the end of your third year.

Upon hearing this, Aaron blinked blankly, completely stunned.

Holy crap, you can actually do that?

"There's nothing wrong with this arrangement, but I don't agree with it," Aaron said, somewhat speechless. "I'm free to manage my own time; it's none of his business."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall shrugged, then took out a box from under the table. Inside was an exquisite silver watch.

"The advanced time converter, which Mr. Genes specially prepared for you."

"The effect is the same as what I just gave Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall looked at the watch in the box and exclaimed, "To be honest, I was quite taken aback when I saw it. I've never seen such a low-key, luxurious, and sophisticated magical item."

puff!

Aaron felt as if his heart had been stabbed.

No wonder Vico and the others were so comfortable leaving themselves in Genes' care; their preparations were far too thorough.

"Ahem! I don't want to travel through time unless absolutely necessary."

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure."

“Alright!” Professor McGonagall sighed. “Mr. Genes has left you a third option.”

"No need to say anything more, his arrangement is undoubtedly flawless, but this is my class, and I don't want him interfering," Aaron said bluntly.

“No, this is different,” Professor McGonagall smiled. “He spoke with Dumbledore specifically and allowed you to arrange your own courses.”

In other words, if two or three classes start at the same time, you can choose any one of them, and the other two teachers won't treat it as skipping class.

Aaron: ......

Goodness, there's no way I can refuse this!

Hermione, standing to the side, was also incredibly surprised. She hesitated, but swallowed her words back, simply feeling that the Time-Turner hanging around her neck didn't smell so good anymore.

Half a minute later, Professor McGonagall led the two of them out of the office.

When they returned to the auditorium, the freshmen had already completed the sorting ceremony under Professor Flitwick's arrangement, and each of the four colleges had received a batch of fresh blood.

Professor McGonagall strode toward the faculty table, while Aaron and Hermione returned to their seats under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"What does McGonagall want with you?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's a long story!" Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. "I thought Hogwarts was a paradise, but I never expected that Genes would also be able to get involved."

"Your butler?" Draco's expression turned interesting as he recalled the man his father had praised so highly. "What did he do?"

"He arranged a relatively easy semester for me, but I wasn't very happy about it."

Draco raised an eyebrow speechlessly, "You don't know how lucky you are."

"maybe!"

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts for the new school year." Dumbledore stepped onto the stage, and the previously noisy Great Hall immediately fell silent.

"I have a few words to say before everyone gets too confused by this delicious feast," Dumbledore said with a smile. "First of all, welcome to our new professor, RJ Lupin."

He readily agreed to fill the vacancy and teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

Good luck, Professor.

Lu Ping stood up with a smile, accepting the applause from the teachers and students with some restraint.

The applause wasn't enthusiastic. Apart from a few people who had witnessed Lupin drive away the Dementors, the others remained somewhat skeptical of the professor in his patched clothes. After all, Lockhart's image was so deeply ingrained that they thought this guy might be a complete idiot.

"Professor Snape seems a little unhappy!" Draco said in a low voice, and the people around him also glanced quietly at the faculty seats.

Snape's face was ashen, his already stern expression now showing disdain, and his eyes flashing with hatred.

“I bet Professor Snape has a personal grudge against Lupin,” Draco said confidently.

“Anyone can see that,” Aaron said. “But this also shows that Lupin is indeed very capable, otherwise Professor Snape wouldn’t have recognized him as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

"Secondly, Professor Kettleburn, the teacher of the Conservation of Wonderful Creatures class, retired at the end of last semester so that he could have more time to care for the remaining limbs."

Fortunately, I am honored to announce that the person succeeding him is none other than our Rupert Hagrid.