A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"You wouldn't stand up for them just because of this, would you?"

"What do you think?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "Rubbing salt into the wound, he deserves to be beaten."

"Okay, okay, I got it. I promise I won't provoke them, alright?"

"It better be."

......

The Slytherin common room, Gaius's secret room.

Aaron was soaking comfortably in a hot tub, his face radiating contentment.

Abe was swimming in the large pool, and it was quite a challenge for the dragon to make a dog-paddle motion.

"Well done." Aaron communicated with his mind and thought entity. "You've turned the base into a simple palace in just a few months, and even built a hot spring pool. You're truly worthy of my reputation!"

"This is the charm of magic, the result of using water and fire magic circles in combination," the thought entity chuckled. "However, it would be best to have Genes send over some high-quality magic crystals, otherwise, to operate some functions of this base, we'll have to rely on our magic power. I can't be a giant power bank, can I?"

“That’s what I think too,” Aaron nodded slowly. “But exam week is coming up soon, so let’s wait until next semester!”

"That's how it should be."

"Is there anything else you need?"

“Indeed, there is.” The thought tapped the armrest of the throne. “It needs a name. It’s been changed to a palace, so it can’t still be called a secret base or a secret room. That’s too vulgar.”

So I want to give it a name..."

“The Palace of Divine Sound,” Aaron said first. “Although it’s suspected of plagiarism, the name is indeed good, and it’s quite fitting considering the magic cast on this palace.”

The Thought-Body smiled gently, "The main body always knows what the clone is thinking."

Aaron shrugged and silently opened the system's task panel.

Help Harry Potter find the murderers who killed his parents; reward: 500 magic points; accepted.

"Ugh!"

Aaron sighed softly. Although the reward was a little less, even a small amount was still something!

He had diligently signed in for six months and had accumulated 1,800 magic points. As long as he completed this task and persisted for another month or so, he could buy the Nija mask.

The thought of being able to control a ninja army with unwavering loyalty, unafraid of pain and death, is incredibly exciting.

......

The exam starts on Monday and ends on Saturday.

This was no problem for Aaron; exams were easy for anyone.

He passed almost all of his required courses, such as Transfiguration, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Herbalism, with perfect scores, but his elective exams went a little wrong.

He had no problem with classes on magical creature protection, Muggle studies, and ancient subjects like Niven, but he needed to be a bit more particular about divination.

Professor Trelawney called the students into his office one by one, had them observe the crystal ball, and performed divinations according to the book "Seeing the Future Through the Fog".

Everyone who came out acted mysteriously, and no matter how you asked, they refused to reveal any information about the exam.

Aaron stood on the stair landing, silently practicing forbidden magic circles—a technique only a Saint-level Archmage could use—on the notebook.

The elemental power invoked by this magic is ten times stronger than that of the ultimate magic circle, and it also has corresponding variations. However, Vicht hasn't taught him yet, and he probably won't have the chance to learn it until after the holidays.

Harry and Ron stood in front of him, both with a look of tension and worry on their faces.

“I suddenly think Hermione was right, she’s a complete old liar,” Ron said dismissively.

Harry nodded in agreement.

“Whether you’re a top student or a struggling student, you treat classes you don’t like the same way.” Aaron shook his head. “I think Professor Trelawney has real talent and knowledge, you just can’t see it.”

“It’s easy for you to talk when you’re not the one suffering!” Ron rolled his eyes. “We don’t have your kind of talent. In her words, half of our third eye is blind, and the other half is blocked by a thick fog.”

“I think so too,” Harry said seriously. “If her divination is really that amazing, then she can just give us scores based on the divination results. Why go through all that trouble?”

Aaron's lips twitched, utterly speechless.

Using divination to score people, you really dare to think that way!

“Ron Weasley,” Professor Trelawney’s voice came from the rooftop.

Ron's face fell as he climbed the silver ladder.

He came out more than twenty minutes later, then gave Harry a speechless look, "I don't even know what I said."

"Harry Potter."

"See you in the common room." Harry took a deep breath and climbed the ladder.

Aaron was the last one. Just as he was waiting silently, Professor Trelawney's voice suddenly came from upstairs, but it was hoarser and harsher than usual.

"He will return tonight. Tonight the man who betrayed his friend, the man who became a murderer, will break free of his chains, and the blood of the innocent will flow."

The Dark Lord will return with the help of his servants, stronger and more terrifying than before...

"Holy crap..."

Aaron hurriedly closed his notebook and quickly climbed the silver ladder.

Upon entering the Divination class, Professor Trelawney was rubbing her throat, and Harry Potter stood beside her, his face pale and bloodless.

Aaron looked at Harry and saw him shake his head slightly, and his heart sank a little.

The prediction I just made was probably made by Professor Trelawney unconsciously, but such predictions are often quite accurate.

“Gaius, I don’t think I called you up here?” Professor Trelawney frowned, somewhat bewildered. “But never mind, it’s your turn soon.”

“Alright, son, that’s enough!” Trelawney sighed to Harry. “A little disappointing, but I believe you’ve done your best.”

Harry walked out in a daze, and as he passed Aaron, he paused slightly. "You heard it too?"

Aaron nodded, then hesitated before saying, "Actually, divination isn't always accurate."

Chapter 317 Execution of Buckbeak, Who Says I Didn't Save It?

Aaron took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and walked up to Professor Trelawney.

“Let’s begin, let me see what you can see,” Professor Trelawney said with great interest.

Aaron focused his attention on the crystal ball, and as the layers of mist were cleared away, he came to his senses after a moment, his expression becoming particularly strange.

"Professor, I think I see a weak patient."

"The patient? What kind of patient?"

"He was in the dark, and I couldn't see what he looked like."

But one could sense that the weakness was beyond ordinary; even clinging to life wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Professor Trelawney paused for a moment, then looked at Aaron with surprise. "Gaius, you have the aptitude for divination, but it will take some time before you can make accurate predictions."

My divine eye tells me that your prophecy is correct, but it differs somewhat from what you intended.

Aaron scratched his head sheepishly. He wanted to know where Sirius Black, the murderer of Harry's parents, was, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

"I will practice more, Professor."

“Practice is essential,” Professor Trelawney suddenly said, “but more importantly, you should practice small things and not aim too high.”

Aaron was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.

Professor Trelawney smiled with satisfaction, then took out his grade book. "Your grades are the best in the third year."

Aaron waved his hand sheepishly and walked out of the classroom on his own.

He might have cared about the divination results before, but now he cares more about Professor Trelawney's predictions.

If Voldemort really does return, then he must prepare in advance.

At his peak, Voldemort was a powerful archmage, only a step away from sainthood. With his current strength, he might have a hard time escaping unscathed if he faced the Dark Lord at his peak.

Besides becoming stronger, I still need to find a way to add one or two more trump cards, otherwise I won't be able to sleep peacefully.

But then Aaron realized that he didn't need to worry too much.

After all, there was a particularly conspicuous shield in front of him. As long as Harry Potter didn't die, Voldemort wouldn't target him for the time being.

Besides, Albus Dumbledore is still going strong. At worst, he can just stay in Hogwarts and not go out. I don't believe Voldemort would dare to break into the school.

When all else fails, he has no choice but to lock himself in his house.

With Gaius Castle's defensive capabilities, not even Voldemort, let alone Salazar Slytherin resurrected, could do anything to him.

With this thought in mind, Aaron felt much more at ease.

There's still some time before Voldemort is resurrected, and besides, there are tall guys to hold up the sky if it falls.

As long as Dumbledore lives, Hogwarts will be safe, and he will have enough space to sign in.

Gah!Gah!Gah!

Just then, the cawing of crows rang in my ears, followed by a particularly piercing sound, like a cat's claws scratching at glass.

Aaron followed the sound and saw a burly man dressed in pure black clothes polishing a huge blade with a stone.

Executioner?

Aaron frowned as he looked at the burly man.

Hagrid has most likely lost his case again, and it's a complete defeat. Buckbeak's execution is probably today.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Aaron silently made a decision and led Abe toward the Forbidden Forest.

When he arrived at Hagrid's cabin, he knocked on the door several times before Hagrid opened it.

"Aaron, what are you doing here?" Hagrid asked in a low voice.

"To be honest, I don't really care whether Buckbeak lives or dies, but..."

Well, you're incredibly lucky to know me; it's like you've done something truly extraordinary in your past lives.

I personally felt you might need a little help today, so I came over.

Upon hearing this, Hagrid pursed his lips, his voice trembling as he choked back sobs.

He was about to give Aaron a hug when Aaron stopped him with his hand.