A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Yes, Severus,” Dumbledore reassured him. “He trusts you, and he's just sending you out this time as a precaution.”

Because after the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, news of Lupin's practice using the Boggart will spread.

Aaron is a gifted wizard, and with the power of his family, he could definitely find a way to block Boggart's surveillance and hide his fear if he wanted to.

“Does this make any sense?” Snape looked at him angrily. “It turns out it makes absolutely no sense.”

"On the contrary, it makes a lot of sense," Dumbledore said solemnly. "You are aware of Trelawney's prophecy; his future may surpass all of ours, once he goes astray..."

“Enough, Headmaster A.” Snape stood up from his chair. “He’s my student, and don’t you think you’re overthinking things?”

He's very talented, but it'll probably take him at least a decade or more to truly mature!

"Not long after, he'll be a mage, and only halfway to becoming a grand mage," Dumbledore said seriously. "He could very well become a grand mage before the New Year. A thirteen-year-old grand mage, do you know what that means?"

Snape paused for a moment, suppressed his shock, and slowly sat back down.

If what Dumbledore said is true, it means that Aaron won't need more than a decade to grow up, just a few years, and he won't be much weaker than his teacher before graduation.

"Now you understand, it's only a matter of time before Voldemort returns, and his power will play a crucial role then."

“But you never considered whether he was willing or not,” Snape said, somewhat disgruntled.

“He probably wouldn’t want to,” Dumbledore said with an awkward smile. “However, we still have enough time to change his mind before Voldemort is fully resurrected.”

Severus, I know he's your favorite student, but we really need a strong ally.

If Voldemort were to return, it would unleash an unprecedented upheaval, and the Order of the Phoenix alone would be hardly capable of dealing with his power.

Snape was silent for a moment, then picked up the cup of honey tea and took a small sip.

"What if he doesn't change his mind?"

“Then I can only express my regret.” Dumbledore sighed. “I will not force anyone to do anything, I can assure you of that.”

"Better so."

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room.

Aaron suddenly shivered, and the thought entity sitting opposite him practicing the ultimate magic circle also felt an inexplicable malice.

Aaron and the thought exchanged a glance, and Aaron couldn't help but touch his nose. "There are always treacherous subjects trying to harm me."

"I also have this feeling."

They were unaware of Snape and Dumbledore's conversation. If they had known, they would have certainly criticized the darkness of Hogwarts, but at the same time, they would have been glad that they had fooled Dumbledore.

When retracting the thought body, wear the Demon-Sealing Ring to suppress half of the magic power. When using the thought body, remove the Demon-Sealing Ring and give half of your own power to the thought body. This way, you can perfectly hide your strength.

Dumbledore thought he was standing on the third floor, but little did he know that Aaron was actually standing on the fifth floor.

......

The first Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a complete success. With Gryffindor's intentional or unintentional promotion, Professor Lupin's reputation soared, and he gained recognition from more and more people.

For the next period of time, Professor Lupin taught everyone how to deal with Red Hats (a kind of elf-like creature) and Kaba (a reptile that lives in water).

Compared to last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the dutiful Lupin was clearly more respected, and no one cared that he was wearing patched clothes.

However, some Slytherins had a problem with Professor Lupin, after all, he had humiliated the Slytherin headmaster with a Boggart during his first class.

Neville Longbottom also paid the price for his actions, being relentlessly targeted by Professor Snape in Potions class, with points being deducted and faults being found out in various ways.

On October 16th, the prophecy about Lavender Brown came true; her rabbit was killed by a fox, which was exactly what she had feared most.

At this point, Aaron had a clear understanding of Trelawney's divination abilities and finally made a choice among the five elective courses, deciding to give up the arithmetic divination course.

He just doesn't really like interpreting tea leaves; the process of this divination is rather complicated, and the results are rather vague.

In comparison, palmistry and crystal balls are more worth learning.

Professor Trelawney had high hopes for him, believing that he would eventually awaken the 'third eye' that belonged to a diviner and become a capable diviner.

......

On Halloween Eve, most of the third-grade students changed into casual clothes and prepared to leave school for Hogsmeade Village for the weekend.

Aaron left the thought-provoking object in the dormitory and carried Abe out.

Draco sat on the sofa in the common room waiting for him, with Crabbe and Goyle standing on either side of him like two iron towers.

"I really don't know what you're doing locking yourself in your dorm all by yourself?" Draco frowned, looking at Aaron's dark circles. "Are you having insomnia?"

"No," Aaron yawned. "It's just that I've been working on a huge project lately, a really, really huge project. I've been putting a lot of energy into it, and I've been neglecting my sleep and meals."

"Is it some kind of special magic?" Draco asked with interest.

"No, but if I succeed, the pressure of my life and studies at Hogwarts will decrease by at least 30%." Aaron smiled mysteriously. "Your arm should be healed by now, why haven't you taken off the bandages?"

“This is a tactic.” Draco raised an eyebrow smugly. “The first Quidditch match is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, but if the Seeker is injured, there’s a reason to switch opponents with Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, thus delaying the match. This would render Oliver Wood’s tactics against Slytherin useless.”

Hufflepuff's captain, Cedric Diggory, is quite outstanding, so Flint decided to switch places with the Hufflepuffs and let them fight Gryffindor.

"That tactic was a little dirty," Aaron said with some disdain.

"Then why don't you join the cadet team? If you're willing to join, Flint will immediately give you the captain's position."

Aaron: ......

"Ahem!

It doesn't matter if the tactics are dirty or not, as long as we win.

“That’s what we think too,” Draco said with a smile.

Outside the castle, hundreds of students had gathered.

Professor McGonagall patiently explained the precautions, while Filch collected the students' permission forms next to her, making sure they had a parent's or guardian's signature before letting them out.

"Remember that going to Hogsmeade is an honor, and those who do poorly in school will no longer enjoy this special treatment."

“I’m sorry, Professor,” Neville stammered, raising his right hand. “I… I think I’ve lost my permit form.”

“Your grandmother sent the watch directly to me, Longbottom,” Professor McGonagall said with a hint of exasperation. “She seems to think it’s safer that way.”

At this moment, Harry Potter walked up to Professor McGonagall with his consent form, but before he could speak, Professor McGonagall interrupted him, "You can't go to that village without a signed consent form."

"That's the rule, Porter."

"Those who have signed the form, come with me. Those who haven't signed, don't come." Filch added insult to injury, then led the team ahead on his own.

Harry quickly stopped Professor McGonagall, "If you sign, then I can..."

"I cannot sign; only parents or guardians can."

"I'm neither, so I can't sign." Professor McGonagall looked at Harry with some sympathy. "I'm sorry, Potter, but my decision won't change."

Harry looked particularly dejected as he held the permission form.

“Stay here, Potter,” Draco said sarcastically as he walked over. “But it’s a good thing for you, at least you don’t have to deal with those Dementors.”

"Draco." Aaron glared at him speechlessly.

Draco shrugged dejectedly and followed the group with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Although I don't want to say it, Harry... what he said makes a lot of sense."

Don't forget, Sirius Black is still looking for you. You'd better not leave the castle until you catch him.

"But..."

"No buts, think about what Trelawney said was ominous."

“That might not be true,” Hermione interjected, annoyed.

"It's better to be safe than sorry," Aaron said seriously. "Safety first, he should stay in the castle."

Harry hesitated for a long time before reluctantly nodding.

“We’ll bring you lots of sweets from Honeydukes,” Ron reassured you. “You’ll see them at the dinner party, and we’ll also tell you about the fun things to do in Hogsmeade. You can go there right after Sirius is caught.”

Harry sighed softly, then picked up the unsigned permission form. "Even if Sirius gets arrested, I can't go. My guardian won't allow it."

“We can use an invisibility cloak,” Ron suggested.

"Let's talk about it then!"

"Why don't you forge your uncle's handwriting to sign?" Aaron asked, somewhat puzzled. "You're a Gryffindor, this shouldn't be a problem for you!"

Upon hearing this, Harry's expression became quite interesting.

He had forgotten about this trick, but it was too late now; Professor McGonagall already knew no one would sign it for him.

"Alright! It seems you didn't expect that."

If you're bored, you can go find Professor Lupin; I think he'd be happy to teach you how to use the Patronus Charm.

Harry nodded; he had the same idea. If he learned the Patronus Charm, he wouldn't have to worry about Dementors anymore, and Malfoy wouldn't be able to use Dementors to mock him anymore.

Chapter 308 The Cursed Halloween Eve

Before nightfall, wizards in their third year and above returned to the castle from Hogsmeade.

Ron and Hermione brought Harry a lot of candy, while George, Fred, and Percy brought him some fun gadgets, trying their best to comfort Harry's fragile heart.

The entire school's teachers and students gathered in the auditorium, which was decorated with pumpkins, to enjoy a sumptuous Halloween Eve dinner while watching a ghostly performance.

Harry glanced up at Professor Lupin at the faculty dining table every now and then, his eyes filled with worry.

After hesitating for a moment, he patted Aaron on the back. "Um... has Professor Snape been acting strangely lately?"

"Why are you asking this?" Aaron frowned slightly.

“Snape brought Professor Lupin a potion today,” Ron said in a low voice, “and Professor Lupin drank it.”

"so?"

"So they want to ask you if it's possible that Snape poisoned Professor Lupin?" Hermione added somewhat awkwardly. "You know, Professor Snape has always coveted the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

puff!

Aaron nearly spat out the juice he had just finished drinking.

Goodness, it's a good thing I'm trained, otherwise I would have burst out laughing.

"You guys really have a vivid imagination." Aaron looked at the three of them speechlessly. "Professor Snape was a bit strict with you, but he wasn't that heartless!"