A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron silently packed up the equipment. Snape said, "Professor, you can be really boring sometimes, you know?"

"Oh? You think I shouldn't teach them how to deal with werewolves?"

"No, this is still very necessary."

"There's a ticking time bomb in the school, so teaching students how to defuse it is only natural," Aaron said with a wry smile. "What I'm trying to say is that asking someone who doesn't want to answer questions to answer one is a bit unreasonable."

“That’s a teacher’s prerogative. You can also choose not to answer.” Snape calmly shook his head. “Just say ‘I don’t know’ like Miss Granger did.”

Aaron: ......

The next day, the weather was worse than expected.

The wind howled, thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

Such weather would feel oppressive even indoors, but the Quidditch pitch was packed with people, with the entire school's faculty and students enjoying the game in this exciting and tense environment.

Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff.

The red and yellow figures appeared particularly blurry in the rain. The wind and rain had a significant impact on each player, making the flying broomsticks even more difficult to control than usual.

Aaron was hiding under a large umbrella, while Abe was holding a fruit platter and waving his paws excitedly.

"Watching the game in this environment is quite a unique experience!" Aaron exclaimed. "It's so exciting, it's like hell mode!"

"Luckily, my hand was injured, otherwise Slytherin would be out of the game right now," Draco said with a smug grin. "Look at Potter, he's wearing glasses, I doubt he can even see his own teammates clearly."

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Hermione has cast a spell on his glasses, so the rain can't obstruct his vision."

“That’s alright,” Draco said dismissively. “He’s soaked to the bone now; you don’t see that kind of scene every day.”

Gryffindor is currently in the lead, but unless they catch the Snitch, the match probably won't end until tonight.

Click!

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and struck Angelina's broom, a Gryffindor suitor.

Flames erupted at the end of the broom. She clung tightly to the broom handle, trying to make an emergency landing, but still crashed uncontrollably into the platform.

At the critical moment, Harry rode his Nimbus 2000 and rammed her into a crowd, barely saving her life.

He then immediately adjusted his direction and flew into the sky.

One of Hufflepuff's members was about to catch the Golden Snitch when, unfortunately, a bolt of lightning struck him through the Snitch.

Both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor had one player leave the field, bringing the total number of players to 2.

Harry stared blankly for a few seconds as the yellow figure fell to the ground beside him, somewhat at a loss.

At that moment, the outline of a black dog vaguely appeared in the clouds, illuminated by the lightning, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he chased after the thief.

He flew higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the thief.

But gradually he felt a bone-chilling cold. A figure in black robes flew towards him, and as it drew closer, a layer of frost formed on the light wheel 2000.

Dementors!

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand why the Dementors were here, but recalling the ominous signs from before, he knew he had to get out of the air immediately.

But after flying for only a few seconds, he tragically found himself surrounded. Hundreds of Dementors occupied the area. He managed to dodge one, two, three, but when the fourth Dementor brushed past him, it opened its disgusting mouth and made a hissing sound.

A familiar sense of dread washed over him, and Harry painfully closed his glasses. His hands involuntarily loosened, and he plummeted from the sky. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the scene of his parents being murdered.

The people on the platform spotted the Dementors, but it all happened in the blink of an eye. Before they could react, they saw a red figure in freefall.

"This is fucking extreme sports!"

"I was absolutely right not to join the Quidditch team." Aaron gasped, then drew his wand and aimed it at the rapidly falling Harry Potter.

A flash of white light appeared on Harry, slowing his descent.

"What did you do?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's nothing. I just cast a protective spell on him and changed his accelerated motion to a constant speed," Aaron said simply. "That's all I could do for him. I'm sure the others won't ignore it."

As he spoke, he looked toward the teachers' seats.

If a third-year student like him could act in time, there's no reason why these professors wouldn't be able to react in time.

Dumbledore stood up. He didn't use his wand, but instead recited a shock-inducing spell to Harry to ensure his safety.

He then cast a Guardian Charm at the sky, repelling all the Dementors.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. He was confident he could handle hundreds of Dementors, but he couldn't do it as effortlessly as Dumbledore, as if he had cast a simple Levitation spell with almost no effort.

Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something as well, looking at him from several meters away and giving him a kind smile.

Aaron hadn't felt cold before, but that smile made him shiver involuntarily.

The Quidditch match did not stop because of this accident, but Gryffindor was missing their most crucial Seeker, and the outcome was no longer in doubt.

Hufflepuff won the match, and Cedric caught the Golden Snitch, but he didn't feel like he had won. Instead, he demanded a fair rematch, but Wood refused.

“I’ve suddenly come to admire this senior,” Aaron said with a smile. “Flint and the others should really learn from him.”

"Come on!" Draco shrugged helplessly. "To be honest, it's already a miracle that Slytherin has managed to go two years without committing a foul."

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed softly. "I'll go see Harry Potter."

“I’m going too,” Draco said excitedly.

"No, you can't go." Aaron immediately stopped him. "Going now would be like rubbing salt into a wound, and it would drive him crazy."

Draco hesitated for a moment, then nodded with some regret. "Then please pass on a message to him: don't forget your Defense Against the Dark Arts homework."

"Are you a devil?" Aaron rolled his eyes, then picked up Abe and rushed to the school hospital.

When he arrived, Harry was already awake, and the Weasleys, Hermione, Neville, and other Gryffindors were gathered around his bedside.

"Looks like you're lucky, you didn't lose an arm or a leg," Aaron said slowly.

"Is this supposed to be a consolation?" Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Gryffindor lost to Hufflepuff."

"You should be grateful you didn't get hurt falling from that height, why are you even thinking about winning or losing!" Aaron said, pulling a bag of chocolates from Abe's pocket. "You might need this."

"Thanks." Harry tore open the wrapper and ate a piece, feeling a slight return of strength. "Wood must be very unhappy!"

“Yes,” Fred said with a regretful look. “He had high hopes for this game, but he won’t complain. Nobody could have imagined that a Dementor would suddenly enter the school.”

“Dumbledore was furious and chased them away after rescuing you,” Hermione said.

"You really should learn the Patronus Charm," Aaron reminded him. "It's urgent!"

“There’s something else you should know.” Ron hesitated before opening the cloth bag he was holding, revealing the wreckage of a broom clearly in front of Harry.

Click!

Whether it was my imagination or not, it seemed like everyone around the hospital bed heard the sound of a heart breaking.

"This thing... it probably can't be repaired!" Aaron said with a sheepish smile. Repair spells aren't omnipotent. If it were an ordinary thing, it would be fine, but a flying broom is a magical item, and in this state, it can probably only be used as firewood.

“There’s nothing we can do about it.” Ron looked at Harry with a troubled expression. “When you fell, the wind blew it to the Whomping Willow.”

As you know, that tree doesn't like being hit.

However, the wreckage was still there, and Professor Flitwick retrieved it quite carefully.

Harry stared at the dozen or so pieces of wood and twigs, feeling his heart clench and his eyes gradually lose their color.

His favorite game was Quidditch, and this flying broomstick had been with him for two years. It was his most treasured possession and his best friend.

"This look is very similar to that of a friend of mine. He looks like this when he's feeling lost. If I had to describe it in one word, it would be 'life is meaningless'."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron earned a sea of ​​disdain from everyone.

"Uh... there's no need to be so pessimistic, I might be able to fix it."

"Really?" Harry eagerly grabbed Aaron's hands, a glimmer of light appearing in his blank eyes.

"Hehe!" Aaron forced a laugh and forcefully pulled his hand away. "I can only restore it to its original state, but it will only look fine. It's impossible for it to take off again."

In other words, it can only stay with you as a toy model from now on.

Harry Potter: ? ? ?

Chapter 310 Reopening the Secret Chamber, Advancing to Grand Magister

After much deliberation, Harry Potter reluctantly handed the Nimbus 2000 wreckage to Aaron, asking him to restore it to its 'original' form as much as possible.

Aaron confidently assured him that it was a delicate task for him, but only slightly more difficult than a jigsaw puzzle, and that patience was something he had no shortage of.

On Monday, Professor Lupin returned to class, and the first thing he did in Defense Against the Dark Arts was to announce that the two pages of parchment homework assigned by Snape did not need to be handed in, which made the students who had not finished their homework happy.

Malfoy finally removed his bandages to celebrate Gryffindor's defeat.

However, he was a little too optimistic. In late November, Hufflepuff narrowly lost to Ravenclaw, which meant that Gryffindor had recovered in time and still had a chance to win the Quidditch Cup.

Although the chances were slim, the Gryffindor team was energized and began training like crazy.

......

The Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin.

Aaron and the Memory Body sat on the sofa, warming themselves by the fireplace, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

Last semester, the heirs of Slytherin committed several attacks, causing widespread panic.

Hogwarts did not return to normal order until the Basilisk was killed and Voldemort's diary (a Horcrux) from when he was sixteen years old was destroyed.

But after that, the secret room seemed to lose its value and meaning, and everyone, including Albus Dumbledore, selectively forgot about it.

But before Halloween, Aaron decided to reopen the secret room and had the Thought Entity spend a lot of time modifying it.

First of all, the entrance to the secret room is no longer Myrtle's girls' restroom.

The Thought Entity studied the interconnected pipes within the secret chamber, finding the one closest to the bottom of the Black Lake. Using an earth-elemental magic circle, it continuously excavated and modified the passage, finally constructing a sufficiently stable connection to its dormitory.

Secondly, he made full use of the building materials inside the secret room and used transformation magic to transform it into a brand new secret base with huge space, complete functions, and all the basic living facilities.

Next, he drained the blood from the basilisk's corpse and used this special blood to inscribe dozens of giant defensive magic arrays. Although they couldn't compare to Vihert's secret chamber, as long as there was enough magic power, even if the Dark Lord were to be fully resurrected, he wouldn't be able to break in for a while.

In the end, he destroyed all the passages except for the one connecting to his dormitory. The only way to open this passage, besides the Dragon Language, was with a key, which was given to him by the Dwarf King Thorin Oakenshield.

"Thank you, great Salazar Slytherin." Aaron raised a glass to the statue of Slytherin.