A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Uh...it must have been because they added too much rat spleen and leech juice."

"What are the consequences?"

"If you want to commit suicide, you can try drinking it."

“I heard you,” Professor Snape said sternly. “I asked you to concoct a shrinking potion, not poison.”

Before this lesson ends, we're going to give your toad a few drops of this medicine; that might motivate you to brew the medicine properly.

Neville shuddered, tears welling up in his eyes.

After Snape left, he finally came to his senses and, choking back tears, turned to Hermione for help.

Aaron sighed, turned around and swapped his potion with Neville's. "Be more careful next time."

"Oh, thank you, but..."

"No buts, if you don't switch to your Lev, you'll probably be poisoned to death."

Upon hearing this, Neville was moved to tears and accepted a shrinking potion.

“Actually, I could have helped him change it,” Hermione said, somewhat unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, I don't doubt your ability, but...aren't you tired?" Aaron asked meaningfully, "Don't you have any idea how many classes you have to teach today?"

Hermione opened her mouth, then lowered her head helplessly.

The time converter is indeed quite useful, but it can't relieve fatigue. Her workload is much greater than others, so it's impossible for her not to be tired.

"If I were you, I would take a nap whenever I had a spare moment. It would be a miracle if you could keep this up for half a semester."

"Let's forget about it, this is Potions class!"

"I recommend you try it in Transfiguration class; Professor McGonagall might understand you."

“That won’t do either,” Hermione said with a wry smile. “I can’t let her down.”

"She won't be disappointed; she'll just think it's understandable."

Hearing this, Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

She can still manage now, but she'll start to feel overwhelmed after a while.

"Wait, how come you don't get tired?" Hermione asked in confusion. She could see Aaron when she was taking two classes at the same time, but he always looked energetic and didn't seem tired at all.

"Uh...you'll find out later."

"fine."

At that moment, Simon Finnigan took out a copy of the Daily Prophet and quietly placed it in front of Harry Potter, saying, "Someone has spotted Sirius Black."

"Where?" Harry and Ron asked immediately. They both felt that Professor Trelawney's mention of 'ominous' was closely related to Sirius Black, so they were particularly interested in any news about him.

"Duff Town is not far from here."

It was Muggles who discovered him; they thought he was just an ordinary criminal, so they called the hotline.

“He’s here for you, Potter,” Draco said with amusement. “You could try to catch him yourself; it could be a great opportunity for revenge.”

"It's a bit risky, but if I were you, I wouldn't let the Dementors deal with him."

“What did you say, Malfoy?” Harry frowned.

"You don't know, Potter?" Malfoy scoffed. "You really don't know?"

I almost forgot, you grew up in the Muggle world, so it's understandable that you don't know.

"But the Ministry of Magic didn't tell you about this, your parents..."

"Cough cough!"

Aaron coughed, interrupting Draco.

"Do you know something too?" Harry asked Aaron. "What exactly is Sirius's relationship with my parents?"

"Don't get me wrong," Aaron said, shrugging. "I don't know anything about it."

There are countless things in the wizarding world, and Sirius Black simply isn't within my area of ​​knowledge.

"Malfoy." Just as Harry was about to ask him, Snape's voice came through.

"It's almost time. Now let's test Longbottom's potion."

Snape strode up to Neville, and both Gryffindor and Slytherin students spontaneously gathered around him.

"Everyone, watch what Longbottom's toad will become. If his shrinking potion works, it will turn into a tadpole, but if it fails, his toad will be poisoned."

As Snape spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of the potion, and frowned slightly as he looked at the bright, dazzling green color in the spoon.

He glanced at Aaron discreetly, then poured the spoonful of medicine down the throat of the toad Lef.

puff!

The toad turned into a tadpole and wriggled in Snape's hand.

The Gryffindor students cheered, for this meant that Neville's shrinking potion had been successfully concocted.

With a dark expression, Snape took out a small bottle and dripped a few drops of liquid onto the tadpole, which then turned back into a toad.

"get out of class dismissed," Snape said. "Gaius, stay behind."

After everyone else had left the classroom, Snape looked at Aaron helplessly and said, "You used to dislike meddling in other people's business."

"Professor, what do you mean by this?"

"Hmph! You dare say you weren't the one helping Longbottom?"

"Maybe it wasn't me?"

“Gaius, I’m the Potions professor, and I know your levels very well.” Snape placed Neville’s shrinking potion in front of Aaron. “Take a closer look; you can spot the problem.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow; he didn't think he would make a mistake with a potion of this difficulty.

“No problem, absolutely no issues,” Aaron commented, but an embarrassed look immediately appeared on his face. “I was careless.”

"Besides you and me, it seems no one else in the classroom can concoct the perfect shrinking potion!" Snape said meaningfully.

You cheated, fine, but you did it so openly.

If someone copies your homework and even your name, do they think the teacher is stupid?

"Um... Professor, I just really don't want to see Longbottom crying, it's too unsightly."

"Is that so?" Snape scoffed. "Don't let it happen again."

"Thank you."

“I haven’t finished speaking,” Snape added. “I can let this go this time, but you have to do me a favor.”

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, somewhat regretting helping Neville out of the predicament.

"Professor, please go ahead."

"You know we have a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon?"

"Isn't that a Gryffindor class?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"Yes, it was also RJ Lupin's first lesson."

I'll take you there then. Your task is simple: outperform all the Gryffindors in his class, especially Harry Potter.

"That's not appropriate!" Aaron refused with an awkward laugh.

Snape meant to cause trouble, not that he couldn't do it; on the contrary, he was very confident in his abilities.

But that was their first lesson, so it was a bit unfair to do that.

“There’s nothing inappropriate about it. Lu Ping and I have known each other for a long time.”

Aaron: ......

"Professor, if I may ask, do you and Professor Lu Ping have any personal grudges?"

Snape paused for a moment and then nodded. "I've disliked him since we were in Hogwarts."

"That doesn't mean you have to drag me into this!" Aaron laughed in exasperation. He suddenly felt that this class was a conspiracy, and Professor Snape would make this request regardless of whether he helped Neville Longbottom or not.

"Don't worry, I'll back you up."

"This isn't about whether I'm willing to stand up for myself or not; I have my principles."

“Dumbledore,” Snape said suddenly, “Headmaster Dumbledore seems to know about Professor Trelawney’s prophecy about you. He has been wanting to speak with you alone, but I, the Head of Slytherin, have stopped him.”

"Stop talking, Professor." Aaron interrupted with a serious gesture. "You are my most respected teacher. Your affairs are my affairs. I will definitely help you."

Don't push yourself!

“Not at all.” Aaron said without changing his expression, but inwardly he was cursing.

Damn Fuck!

This is blatant blackmail.

However, he had to admit it was very useful; he would rather offend the new professor than deal with Dumbledore, that old bastard was much more troublesome than Gandalf.

Chapter 304 Practical Lesson: The Master of Transfiguration?

Aaron ate his lunch absentmindedly, not even noticing the people sitting next to him.

"What did Professor Snape say to you?" Draco asked curiously.

"You'd be very excited if you knew," Aaron said with a wry smile. "By the way, what's the relationship between Sirius Black and Harry Potter's parents?"

"Huh?" Draco seemed somewhat surprised. "You really don't know?"

“Should I know?” Aaron countered. “Mr. Lucius may often share some current events in the wizarding world with you, but my parents are often not home.”

"Oh, I see!" Draco exclaimed in realization. He then cautiously looked around to make sure no one else was there before lowering his voice and saying, "I know this because my mother is Sirius Black's cousin. Sirius escaped from Azkaban a while ago, and my mother was quite shocked. That's when I found out what Sirius had done."

“Everyone knows that he killed thirteen Muggles,” Aaron said impatiently.

“That’s not the point,” Draco said seriously. “The reason Harry Potter’s parents were killed by Voldemort was because…Sirius Black revealed their location.”

Aaron's pupils contracted slightly. "So that means Sirius Black indirectly caused the deaths of Harry's parents."

“You could say that,” Draco shrugged. “Sirius Black has now come out of Azkaban and is even near Hogwarts. His target is obviously Harry Potter.”