A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

This time the applause was much more enthusiastic, especially from Gryffindor, who all liked the forest ranger very much.

Hagrid was so excited he was at a loss for words, and after the applause subsided, he quietly wiped away tears of joy with a tablecloth.

He doesn't lack the salary of a professor, but this position is an affirmation for him, both in terms of ability and reputation.

Chapter 298 Gained and Lost Again, Healing Ability

"Finally, there is something more serious." A hint of helplessness flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. "At the Ministry of Magic's request, Hogwarts will be guarded by Dementors from Azkaban until Sirius Black is arrested."

Dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the school. Although I have been assured that their presence will not disrupt our daily studies, I must warn you that Dementors are ferocious creatures that do not distinguish between those they hunt and those who stand in their way.

Therefore, I must warn everyone here not to give them a reason to harm you.

Dementors are born without knowing forgiveness, but we can always find happiness, even in the darkest times, as long as you remember to keep the light on.

After finishing his business, Dumbledore arranged for a banquet.

The long table was filled with plates and glasses of various foods, and almost everyone began to feast.

Aaron took a few pumpkin pancakes and a serving of French fries and began to eat them slowly.

Abe, meanwhile, jumped onto the dining table, taking advantage of his status as the group's darling, eating the steak on his plate, eyeing the chicken leg on the table, and thinking about the snacks that others couldn't finish.

"I can't believe Dumbledore actually allowed Dementors into the school," Draco said, displeased. "They're Azkaban's most vicious guards."

My dad said that being targeted by them is worse than death.

"It is indeed quite depressing, but it's not that bad," Aaron said calmly. "Even if Dementors attack students, they will only attack those who lack happiness in their hearts."

“For example, Harry Potter?” Pansy Parkinson, sitting across from Draco, quipped. “I heard he was attacked by Dementors on a train and passed out.”

“He didn’t faint,” Aaron said, but seeing the interested looks on the faces of the people around him, he added, “I’m telling the truth.”

"That's such a shame," Draco said with regret. "I thought I could give Potter a good talking-to!"

"Draco," Aaron sighed, rubbing his forehead in exasperation, "Just how much do you dislike Harry Potter?"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"For your sake, I'll only scare him a little."

Aaron sighed softly. For the past two years, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter had been locked in a love-hate relationship, and he had always been the one to mediate, either in the middle or afterward, but with little effect.

After enjoying the delicious food, Dumbledore announced that everyone could go to bed, and they gradually returned to the common room.

“The password is Leader.” Prefect Neller looked at the Slytherins, especially the freshmen, from the doorway. “If there are any changes, I will inform everyone in time.”

After passing through the cave entrance, Neller led the first-year students on a tour of the common room, telling them how great and proud Slytherin was, while the upperclassmen returned to their respective dormitories.

The first thing Aaron and Abe did upon arriving in their room was to check a piece of clothing they had left there more than a month ago. Abe almost burst into tears of joy when he saw the pockets overflowing with food.

There shouldn't have been so much left over, but plans can't keep up with changes. When Aaron went on his trip to another world, he took back the thought body, so the consumption of resources was only a quarter of what was expected.

Aaron looked at Abe, who was holding the granary with a smug expression, and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"Are you happy?"

Abe nodded like a chick pecking at rice and immediately put on the clothes that had been enchanted with a seamless stretching spell.

"It's alright, just keep it for now, and leave it when we have the holidays this year."

Abe's enthusiastic mood was instantly dampened; it was as if a dark cloud was floating above its head, and snowflakes kept falling from the cloud.

"Take it easy," Aaron comforted her. "You gain some, you lose some!"

Abe raised her head and looked at Aaron with her big, watery eyes. "Master lied to the dragon. Genes taught me that word is clearly 'gained and then lost'."

Aaron: ......

"At least the food you stored up for this school year can still be preserved!"

“But we can’t save that much.” Abe said, on the verge of tears. Aaron had solemnly warned it at the end of last semester not to mess with the kitchen or accept food from other wizards.

In other words, it can only rely on stockpiling food for three meals a day, which is incredibly slow.

It's a pity. We just found the big granary, but I guess it won't be ours anymore once we've had a chance to enjoy it.

"Good boy." Aaron picked it up. "Today, your master will tell you a great lesson: as a dragon, you must learn to be content."

Everything you have is mine, so naturally everything you hoard is mine too.

Abe paused for a moment, then jumped out of Aaron's arms, buried her head in the blanket, and began to sob softly, her meaning crystal clear: her master was bullying the dragon.

"I'm really scared of you. I'll exchange my things for yours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Abe stopped crying immediately.

It jumped back to Aaron, its resentful gaze replaced by surprise.

"I've only been gone for half a month, and your ability to change your expression has improved by leaps and bounds!" Aaron exclaimed speechlessly.

Abe proudly raised her paw, "How can you get a normal portion of food from the butler without some skill? But he still ruthlessly stopped my midnight snack."

"Hehe!" Aaron's lips twitched. He felt that Abe basically met the conditions for free-range breeding and could do well even if he were thrown into a wild dragon herd.

"System, open the properties panel."

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic Power: 9704 (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 Drops (2/3 can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that died within one hour), Magic Carpet]

[Magic Point: 2400]

"A full two thousand four hundred points?"

Aaron nodded slightly. The number wasn't too high, but it was definitely enough for Abe to evolve again.

Having experienced a journey to another world, he clearly recognized the potential of dragons.

Once Abel evolves to the level of Smaug, a walking scourge, he'll be able to roam freely in the wizarding world. Even if Voldemort were to return to his prime, he'd still have to show him respect.

Thinking of this, Aaron looked at Abe with longing in his eyes, and then checked its attribute panel.

[Pet: Abe]

Race: Dragon (Saint: Unawakened)

[Magic Energy: 1438 (Increases by a little every day, with unlimited potential; the king among dragon cubs)]

[Innate Abilities: Flight, Dragon Breath, ???]

"Oh my!"

Why does this number carry such a strong sense of sarcasm? Aaron clicked his tongue speechlessly, then allocated some magic points to Abe.

As his magical energy rapidly increased, breaking through the bottleneck of three thousand, a layer of white light emanated from Abe's body, and the entire dragon excitedly circled on the ceiling.

A dozen seconds later, it excitedly flew down and landed in front of Aaron with a grin.

boom!

Aaron flicked it on the forehead. "Be serious."

Abe immediately stopped smiling and squatted down where he was.

How big can it get now?

"Ten meters." Abe stood tall and proud. It was just that the dormitory was a little small, so it dared not transform, otherwise it would definitely dazzle its owner.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and then checked Abe's attribute panel.

[Pet: Abe]

Race: Dragon (Saint: Unawakened)

[Magic Energy: 3000 (Increases by a little every day, with unlimited potential; the king of young dragons)]

[Talented Abilities: Flight, Dragon Breath, Healing, ???]

When Aaron saw the third talent skill on the panel, his mouth practically stretched to the back of his head in a grin.

He doesn't know much healing magic right now, and if he gets injured, he can only heal through Muggle methods, but he didn't expect Abe to be able to make up for this shortcoming for him.

After thinking for a moment, Aaron took out his wand and made a cut on his hand, from which blood gushed out.

Upon seeing this, Abe immediately became anxious.

Without Aaron needing to remind him, a small white magic circle appeared in Aaron's palm.

The wound on his hand healed rapidly within seconds, leaving no trace of the scar.

"This is amazing." Aaron smiled with satisfaction, having already made a simple assessment of Abe's healing abilities in his mind. As long as it wasn't a missing arm or leg or a terminal illness, it should be able to cure it.

Abe breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Aaron with some annoyance, "Master, you shouldn't do such dangerous things in the future."

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

"Even being careful won't help. This time you cut my palm, which I can still heal, but if you cut my neck, I can't heal you."

"Your master isn't that stupid." Aaron rolled his eyes. He wasn't ready to die yet, and he wasn't about to end his life so hastily.

"That's good." Abe patted his heart, as if he had just recovered from the shock.

Aaron's face darkened, and he picked up its clothes and put it in the basket, saying, "Go to sleep."

The alarm clock rang promptly at six o'clock the next morning.

Aaron opened his eyes, and the first thing he did was to sign in for the day.

Only then did I wash my face and rinse my mouth, change into a clean wizard's robe, and prepare my textbooks for class.

He removed the magic-sealing ring from his right hand, carefully sensed its full-power magic, and then created a clone of his thoughts.

"It feels awful to have half my power," Aaron chuckled and shrugged. "Right now, I'm only a high-ranking mage, and I don't feel very secure!"

"Same to you," the thought-provoking figure said calmly, then picked up the timetable on the table. "How many elective courses should I take?"

"Let's decide based on the schedule! I'll choose one, and you can choose another one," Aaron said, adding, "Don't forget about the magic circle."

“I knew it.” The thought shrugged. “Leave it to me. This semester, I can at least achieve instant casting of advanced magic circles, and I will continue to practice ultimate magic circles.”

Aaron nodded, picked up Abe, and headed towards the auditorium.