A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"He needs to prepare a strong and comprehensive defense; if he loses, Buckbeak might..."

“I understand.” Aaron nodded. “So all these days you’ve been running back and forth in the library to help him find some useful case studies.”

“That’s right, but the results weren’t very good,” Harry said regretfully. “There are almost no successful cases of defending magical creatures.”

"I also advise you not to waste your energy. Many people saw Draco injured. In the face of such irrefutable evidence, any defense is pale and powerless."

“But Malfoy provoked us,” Harry said indignantly.

I do not deny that.

But that didn't matter at all; Malfoy's safety was far more important than a wild and unruly magical creature.

“I don’t think so,” Ron said, annoyed.

"But that's what most people think, and most importantly, that's what Lucius Malfoy, with his power, influence, and wealth, thinks. He won't let Draco get hurt for nothing."

Upon hearing this, a look of disappointment appeared on the faces of all three.

Unless Lucius Malfoy shows mercy, Hagrid's defeat is a foregone conclusion, and Buckbeak will certainly face execution.

After a brief silence, Hermione turned her gaze to Aaron. "If Gaius is willing to help, Malfoy should change his mind, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Harry and Ron looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"I'm sorry, I might have to disappoint you," Aaron said bluntly. "I don't know Buckbeak well, so I have no reason to save it."

Besides, Draco is my friend. What would he think if I saved the hippogriff who hurt him?

"So there's no hope then?" Harry lowered his head in disappointment.

“It’s not that there isn’t one,” Aaron said in a low voice. “We can just secretly release it.”

Buckbeak is, after all, a hippogriff, and even the Ministry of Magic would have to expend a great deal of effort and time to capture a flying magical creature.

Based on his understanding of Fudge, he would most likely try to downplay the incident and make it disappear.

“Sigh!” Hermione shook her head slowly. “The Ministry of Magic will hold Hagrid accountable for the lack of oversight. Azkaban instilled great fear in him last year, and going back in would drive him insane.”

"Then there's nothing I can do to help, unless..."

“Unless what?” Harry asked eagerly.

"Unless Buckbeak is released and has nothing to do with Hagrid, for example, it suddenly breaks free during transport, or it scratches the executioner and escapes during the execution."

This would then fall to the Ministry of Magic, but given your capabilities, it would be virtually impossible for you to accomplish this.

Harry, his two friends, and his companions exchanged glances, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

This idea is a bit bad, but it's still much better than being helpless.

Aaron was speechless when he saw their expressions.

However, he didn't intend to stop them; when the time came, they would back down.

"Speaking of which, if Hagrid didn't give us the fire bolts, then who did?"

“I might know.” Hermione bit her lip, glancing at Harry and Ron with a complicated expression. “I guess it might be Sirius Black.”

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

Harry and Ron said in unison.

Sirius Black was a wanted criminal; he had no money to buy Firebolt, let alone give it to his enemy, Harry Potter.

“That’s possible,” Hermione said hesitantly. “He can’t get into Hogwarts, but sending a broom over isn’t difficult. What if he’s put a curse on it?”

I suggest Professor McGonagall take a look and examine it carefully first.

"It can't be that bad!" Aaron chuckled awkwardly. "If Sirius Black wanted to harm Harry using such methods, he wouldn't need to send him a flying broom. Sending him some snacks with a little poison would have been just as effective."

"And this is a Firebolt, the most expensive flying broomstick in the world. Spending so much money just to make Harry fall during a Quidditch match? Isn't that ridiculous?"

“That’s absolutely right.” Harry wholeheartedly agreed. The Firebolt had only been in his hands for a few hours; he hadn’t even had a chance to warm it up yet, and he was reluctant to hand it over.

Hermione realized she was being a bit of a worrywart, gave an awkward laugh, and started eating breakfast.

Just then, the auditorium doors suddenly opened, and Professor Trelawney walked in. Perhaps to match the festive atmosphere, she was dressed much more brightly than usual.

“Sybil,” Dumbledore laughed, “is truly a delightful surprise!”

“I was looking at the crystal ball just now, and fate led me here. Please forgive me for being late,” Professor Trelawney said, his voice trembling slightly. “Thirteen people?”

My Merlin! When thirteen people are dining together, the first one to stand up will surely be the first to die.

"Including you, that makes fourteen professors," Aaron said, somewhat speechless. Trelawney's divination skills were impeccable, but they were just a bit mystical.

Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured a chair next to Aaron. "Please sit down, Sybil."

Trelawney hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down.

"Didn't Professor Lupin come?"

“Professor Lupin is sick and probably won’t be well until next semester,” Harry said with some concern. “He looks a little weak.”

"It's alright," Dumbledore reassured him. "Professor Snape will prepare a potion for him."

Snape nodded expressionlessly.

"Professor, I have a question about divination that I'd like to ask you," Aaron said after a moment's hesitation.

“You ask, Mr. Gaius,” Trelawney said with particular excitement, and the others looked at him with interest.

"I used a crystal ball to do some divination today, but what I saw of the future was a strange cup with blue and white flames inside."

"The Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore said in surprise. "You actually saw the Goblet of Fire?"

"What is the Goblet of Fire, sir?" Harry asked curiously.

“A powerful magical artifact.” Dumbledore hesitated, then added, “I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”

“Hmm…” Professor Trelawney pondered for a moment, “You only see the Goblet of Fire?”

"I also saw a paw." Aaron raised Abe's right paw somewhat embarrassedly.

"it?"

Trelawney blinked blankly, his mouth agape in disbelief. "All I can say is that, Mr. Gaius, you have a magical pet, and its role is crucial."

Aaron: ......

That's it?

Harry, his two companions, and several professors nodded subconsciously, having no doubt about it; Abel was the most mysterious and unpredictable of all the dragons.

Chapter 314 Cat and Mouse: Ravenclaw's Seeker

After the New Year, the new semester began, and students returned to Hogwarts one after another.

News of Harry receiving the Firebolt spread quickly, and Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor team, was overjoyed, giving the other team members a much-needed boost of morale.

The Firebolt is a world-class flying broomstick; even all of Slytherin's Nimbus 2001 combined cannot compare to it.

Harry is already an excellent Seeker, and with this flying broomstick, it would be an absolute injustice if he lost.

Professor Lupin would also teach Harry the Patronus Charm to ward off Dementors, which put them completely at ease. Wood seized the opportunity and increased the training sessions to five times a week.

The training intensity was undeniably high, but none of them complained; on the contrary, they cooperated quite well.

Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for seven consecutive years, and Wood is graduating this year. His only hope may be to lead the Gryffindor team to win the Quidditch Cup before he leaves.

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library.

Aaron was working on the blueprints for their secret base when Hermione placed a pile of books on the library table, looking much more anxious than usual.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron's eyes widened slightly. "Arithmetic divination charts, Rune dictionaries, Muggle diagrams for moving heavy objects..."

Your willpower truly amazes me; you haven't given up even after a whole semester.

"Don't say anything, I feel immense pressure right now."

But I really can't bear to give up these classes. Aren't you tired?

"Perhaps it's because I gave up arithmetic divination!"

“You’re kidding. I said you’re also taking several classes at the same time, but you don’t seem as… flustered as I am,” Hermione asked doubtfully.

In her elective course, she was racing against time, dragging her tired body to listen to the lecture, take notes, and then face a mountain of homework. But Aaron seemed particularly relaxed, not only showing no signs of fatigue, but also having time to go for a spin in his spare time.

"This is the difference between top students." Aaron pointed to his head seriously. "I can remember much more than you can imagine."

"What about your homework? How did you manage to do so much homework?"

Of course, it should be left to the thought entity; isn't that what the clones are for?

"Of course it was written by hand."

Actually, I've also thought about writing with my feet, but it's a bit too difficult.

Hermione rolled her eyes, speechless. "You're so funny."

"Uh... I'll take that as a compliment."

“Yes, I was praising you.” Hermione pushed a stack of notes in front of him impatiently. “Help me check them and see if there’s anything I need to add.”

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he gave an awkward laugh. "How could you possibly ask me to do something like this?"

"As a friend, how can you not help me?" Hermione retorted. "If you don't help me, no one else will."

Aaron was taken aback, and inexplicably felt a little heartbroken.

"Alright! But I can't be the only one doing it!"

"What about Harry and Ron? Shouldn't you have asked them to share the burden first?"

"Harry is busy practicing the Patronus Charm."

"How is he doing in his studies?" Aaron asked curiously.

"Barely." Hermione shook her head slightly. "The Patronus Charm is a very profound magic; ordinary wizards may never be able to learn it."

Harry spent a month trying and could only summon a blurry Patronus, which wouldn't easily knock him unconscious when facing Dementors.

“That’s not enough!” Aaron frowned. “There are at least a hundred Dementors outside Hogwarts.”