A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

I also need your blood; only then will we be truly bound together, and I will only recognize you as my master from now on.

"no problem."

Aaron decisively took out his wand and ran it across his palm.

It's just bloodletting, right? I'm very familiar with that.

Crimson blood gushed from the wound, automatically flying into the air and transforming into countless blood streaks.

The blood streaks slowly merged into the enchantment circle, and the light emitted by the parts also took on a touch of crimson.

Arg extended his right hand toward the parts, chanted a spell, and countless parts began to assemble automatically.

Gradually, a silver-black flintlock pistol, more than thirty centimeters long, landed in front of Aaron. From the barrel to the grip, it was as smooth as a mirror, with several exquisite gold patterns on each side.

Gulu!

Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard, nervously taking it in his hand.

It's neither too light nor too heavy, and feels great in the hand.

"I made significant improvements, including breech loading and an eight-round magazine."

As for the specific firing rate and range, you can try it yourself! With that, Arger lightly stomped the ground, and red lava formed a thick wall.

Aaron nodded, aimed at the wall, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

A tremendous roar resounded, and a crater the size of a bowl appeared in the wall.

"This..." Aaron frowned. This weapon was much more powerful than a regular gun, but it was far from what he had expected.

"Try infusing it with magic," Alger suggested.

Aaron suddenly realized what was happening and channeled his magical energy into the gun, causing the golden patterns on the flintlock pistol's surface to light up rapidly.

As the trigger was pulled again, a crimson light shot out from the muzzle, and a powerful shockwave, carrying countless fragments of rock, flew in all directions.

A large hole was blasted in the wall, through which the door to the second secret room could be seen.

"not bad."

"Looks like you're not too satisfied!" Arg teased. "The power of this gun depends on how much magic you put into it, and you didn't even unleash one-tenth of its power just now."

“I can sense that,” Aaron said, glancing at the flintlock pistol in his hand. “It can only absorb a limited amount of magic, right?”

"Nonsense, even divine artifacts have limitations, let alone this one which is just a divine weapon."

"Ancestor, if this spear were used to its full potential, could it kill a dragon?"

"Unfortunately, it can hurt dragons and even injure them, but it is far from being able to kill them."

Even wounding a dragon requires a huge amount of magic power; with your current strength as a novice archmage, ten shots would be your limit.

"It's acceptable; at least it can be used to fight dragons."

“You absolutely mustn’t think like that,” Alger warned. “Dragons have incredibly strong vitality. If you anger one, you might not even have a chance to fire a second shot.”

“I know, I’m not stupid.” Aaron smiled and shook his head. “Is there any way to increase the power of this gun?”

"The firearms have reached their limit at this stage. If you want to improve them further, you can only work on the bullets. There is a significant difference between ordinary bullets and enchanted bullets."

"I understand. So, if I use enchanted bullets, can I kill the dragon?"

Arg staggered, his eyes twitching uncontrollably, unable to understand why the child was so fond of dragons.

"That depends on the materials used and the level of enchantment."

Bullets capable of killing dragons, those disposable consumables, are probably worth no less than the gun in your hand.

Aaron nodded thoughtfully. If firearms were like crossbows, then the bullets would need to be of the Black Arrow caliber. Only by using both together could they penetrate the dragon armor.

Chapter 347 The Half-Crippled Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

On the first day of school at Hogwarts, it started pouring rain outside.

Genes drove Aaron to Kingdom Cross Station and carried his suitcase onto the express train at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

“Young Master, I have prepared your suit. If you are not satisfied with anything, please let me know by owl.” Genes said with a meaningful smile. “Also, I wish you a happy new school term. This year will be very interesting.”

"Thank you for your kind words. At least the professors at Hogwarts won't resort to violence like our ancestor Wichter."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Aaron frowned slightly. "Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"

Genes hesitated for a moment, "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a tough guy."

"Nothing else?"

"He was a legendary Auror."

“You know that’s not what I wanted to ask,” Aaron said impatiently.

“Uh…” Genes chuckled awkwardly, “It’s really not convenient to say, but the young master will find out in time.”

After saying that, he turned and disappeared into the rain, not giving Aaron a chance to ask any more questions.

Aaron grimaced and, carrying Abe, searched for an empty private room in the aisle.

He hadn't walked more than a few steps when he heard Draco's voice, and his eyes lit up.

If anyone he knows could know news from the wizarding world in advance, it would definitely be Malfoy.

Aaron walked toward the box from which the sound came. Draco was complaining to Crabbe and Goyle about the quality of Hogwarts' teaching when he saw Aaron standing at the door.

"Come in quickly." Draco happily opened the sliding door and offered the window seat.

"what are you guys saying?"

“Duramstrong,” Draco said with some regret, “if my mother hadn’t been against me going so far, I would be attending that magic school now.”

At Durmstrang, you can learn real dark magic, while Hogwarts only teaches laughable defense-of-the-fittest spells.

"Real black magic?" Aaron scoffed upon hearing this. "You might have a chance this semester."

Draco paused for a moment, then exclaimed excitedly, "Has Dumbledore finally agreed to let Professor Snape become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He's not senile yet."

"No, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is an Auror."

Upon hearing this, Draco's interest instantly waned.

He didn't think the Aurors' teaching level was that good, at least not comparable to Professor Snape.

"There's something I want to ask you," Aaron said earnestly, looking at Draco. "Is something big going to happen soon?"

Draco nodded, closed the sliding doors and windows tightly, and then lowered his voice to say, "Cornelly Fudge told my father that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts."

This is internal information from the Ministry of Magic and has not been released yet.

A three-way battle for supremacy?

Aaron immediately understood what Genes was hiding from him.

He recalled a divination he had done last year, in which the crystal ball indeed showed a cup filled with flames.

However, a hint of doubt arose in his mind. The Triwizard Tournament was merely a competition between three magic schools, and there was absolutely no need to hide it from him.

"Are you going to participate?" Draco asked with interest. "If it were you, you might be able to win this honor."

"Hehe!" Aaron's lips twitched slightly. "It's too dangerous, and keeping a low profile is something I've always insisted on."

“That’s a real shame.” Draco shrugged helplessly. “If you hadn’t participated, Potter would probably have been the star of the show. He never misses an opportunity to show off.”

Aaron: ......

There must be some misunderstanding here.

The train continued northward, and the rain grew heavier, constantly pounding against the windows with a crackling sound.

As time went by, the sky grew darker and darker, with black clouds pressing down as if they were about to descend.

The scene was just as bad as last year's, but without Dementors blocking the way, the students on the bus were only a little more depressed.

As night fell, the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, and the students, now dressed in their school robes, disembarked in the pouring rain.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the first-year students gathered in front of Hagrid in the pouring rain.

The weather was quite bad, but that was no reason to change Hogwarts tradition; first-year wizards had to cross the Black Lake by boat to reach the castle.

As for wizards in their first year and above, they would cross the platform, and Thestrals would pull carriages to take them to Hogwarts ahead of time.

After getting off the carriage, Aaron put Abe in his hood and walked to the hall with an umbrella.

"This rain is really heavy." Draco wiped the rain off his face. "I should have brought a bigger umbrella. You two didn't even remind me."

"We didn't expect the rain to last this long!" Crabbe said, feeling aggrieved.

"You're lucky you only got soaked to the bone," Aaron teased. "First-year wizards have to cross rivers in storms and rain; one wrong move and you'll fall into the Black Lake."

"oops!"

A red balloon filled with water suddenly fell from the ceiling and hit Ron squarely on the head, making him even more disheveled since he was already soaking wet, and he almost bumped into Harry.

"Haha! Well done," Draco laughed. "I feel much better now."

“Peeves!” Professor McGonagall roared angrily, “Get down here!”

“I didn’t do anything,” Peeves chuckled, continuing to throw water-filled balloons with abandon until Professor McGonagall brought up Dumbledore, at which point he reluctantly flew toward the stairs.

Professor McGonagall led the wizards in their second year and above to the Great Hall and then quickly returned.

She had to keep the foyer as clean and tidy as possible before the first-year wizard arrived.

The auditorium was very warm, and the students who had been rained on took their seats at the long tables of their respective colleges.

"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is so arrogant, he hasn't even shown up yet." Draco glanced at the empty seat in the faculty area, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Whether he's late or not doesn't matter; I'm more interested in whether he's reliable or not," Aaron said meaningfully.

Draco nodded in agreement. No one had ever served as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for more than a year, especially Gilderoy Lockhart from their second year, who was practically an anomaly in the wizarding world.

At that moment, the auditorium doors opened, and Professor McGonagall led a line of first-year students to the front of the auditorium.

These young wizards didn't seem to have come by ferry; they looked more like they had swum across the lake, as almost every part of their bodies was dry.