A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Ravenclaw said: The students I teach must be intellectually superior.

Gryffindor said: "My students must be brave and fearless."

Hufflepuff said: I want to teach many people and treat them all the same.

Each of the four founders owns an academy, admitting only the boys they want.

Slytherins are purebred and cunning; Ravenclaws are sharp-witted and exceptionally intelligent; Gryffindors are daring and adventurous; and the rest are taken in by the kind-hearted Hufflepuffs...

The long ballad vividly explains the founding of Hogwarts, the origins of the four houses, and the responsibilities of the Sorting Hat.

But in the end, it issued a warning to everyone that it hadn't given in the previous four years:

Hogwarts is in danger, with enemies outside the school eyeing it covetously.

We must maintain close internal unity, or everything will crumble from within.

I have spoken frankly to you, I have sounded the alarm for you...

Chapter 452 The Guest Takes Over the Host? Resignation is Out of the question

Aaron looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting calmly in the faculty section, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Is it really necessary? Do you really need to emphasize this at the opening banquet?

The song the Sorting Hat sang was definitely not its own idea, at least not the final warning part. The Sorting Hat wouldn't have dared to spout such nonsense at the opening banquet without the headmaster's permission.

While most people might not take the warnings seriously, a minority, especially freshmen, might not.

“Euan Abercrombie,” Professor McGonagall called out the first name, and a shy little boy stumbled forward and sat down on the stool.

She placed the Sorting Hat on Euan's head, and after a brief moment of thought, the slit beside the brim opened, "Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor students applauded and welcomed the first freshman of the school year to their table.

Daisy Gleeson.

"Ravenclaw".

"Samuel Stamp".

"Slytherin."

......

The number of new students gradually dwindled, and enthusiastic applause frequently erupted from the four colleges.

With the last young wizard sorted into Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall put away the Sorting Hat and the chair, officially concluding the Sorting Ceremony.

"Welcome to our new students and returning students alike." Dumbledore stood up, and under everyone's expectant gaze, he said with a smile, "I want to say...eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, various delicious dishes suddenly appeared on the four long college tables and the faculty seating area.

The hall erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheerful laughter as wizards of all ages began to feast.

Aaron placed Abe on the table, filled a plate with meat for it, and then began to slowly enjoy his dinner.

However, when he glanced at the dozen or so freshmen during the meal, he inexplicably felt a little heartbroken.

The prefect also had to take care of these eleven-year-old freshmen. Although wizards are more mature than Muggles, managing them was simply a waste of his energy.

I must resign.

I'll go and hand in my resignation to Professor Snape tomorrow.

Aaron immediately made up his mind. Prefect? ​​Let whoever wants to be it, he won't.

After the students had eaten and drunk their fill, Dumbledore stood up again, and the noisy Great Hall immediately quieted down.

"I want to mention some points to note for first-year students and some overly lively upperclassmen."

First, students are not allowed to enter the prohibited forest at will.

Secondly, Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to tell everyone that no one is allowed to cast spells in the hallways during breaks. As for the other rules, they are posted on the door of Mr. Filch's office.

"In addition, there have been two changes to our teaching staff this academic year."

First, we welcome Professor Glapland back. She will be teaching your class on protecting magical creatures, while Professor Hagrid will be temporarily leaving his post.

"That big oaf wasn't at school after all," Pansy laughed.

“It’s not very polite to talk about a big, dumb guy behind his back,” Aaron said speechlessly. “He taught us for two years, after all.”

“Yes! I remember it vividly.” Draco said with a smirk, “Just thinking about it makes my arm hurt. That hippogriff almost killed me.”

"Isn't that something you brought upon yourself?"

Draco: ......

“We also welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” Dumbledore pointed to Umbridge. “Professor Dolores Umbridge, I’d like you all to join me in wishing him good luck.”

The school's Quidditch selection will be held at...

"Cough cough!"

Umbridge stood up, Dumbledore's voice stopped abruptly, and the entire Great Hall fell silent in an instant.

Dumbledore was clearly taken aback, and the others also looked at the new professor with surprise.

The principal hadn't even finished speaking when you dared to interrupt. Don't you know any manners?

Umbridge, his face plastered with a fake smile, slowly walked to the front of the stage. "Thank you, Headmaster, for your warm welcome speech."

This is so heartwarming! Seeing your bright, happy faces smiling at me makes me think we can definitely become very good friends.

“Yeah, right,” George and Fred said in unison.

The others exchanged glances, and many wore amused smiles.

Aaron rolled his eyes in disdain. Umbridge should have said that to kindergarten kids; none of them would listen to him.

"The Minister of Magic has always considered the education of young male and female wizards to be of paramount importance, although each headmaster has dedicated new changes to this historic school."

Progress for the sake of progress itself should not be encouraged.

What should be preserved, we must preserve; to improve everything that should be improved, we must abolish what should have been prohibited in the first place.

“Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge. Your speech was very enlightening.” Dumbledore led the applause, and some students who were unaware of what was going on joined in.

Sparse applause rang out in the auditorium, but Umbridge paid no attention and returned to her seat on her own.

"Goodness, I thought she would proceed gradually or step by step, but who would have thought she would dare to take the lead right from the start?" Aaron chuckled. "Should we say she's bold, or that she's brainless?"

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, puzzled.

"The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed. Guess why she'll leave in a year."

"Uh... I guess Fudge will transfer me back!"

“I thought so too, but after she said that, I realized I was being narrow-minded,” Aaron said meaningfully. “Umbridge will most likely be kicked out of Hogwarts by the entire school.”

“No way!” Pansy exclaimed incredulously. “She was sent by Fudge after all.”

Let's wait and see!

Given her character, I wouldn't be surprised if she were stuffed in a sack and beaten senseless.

Dumbledore continued the previous topic, and only after finishing did he announce that everyone should disperse.

"Slytherin freshmen, please follow me."

"I'll take you to the Slytherin common room." Aaron stood up and said, carefully counting the number of people before leading a dozen or so new students out of the Great Hall.

Continuing down the steps, through the foyer and the dark corridor, you arrive at a basement.

“This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Remember this place,” Aaron said, pointing to a stone wall. “Hogwarts has four houses, and each house’s common room has its own password.”

Only those who read the correct password can enter the common room, but the password is not fixed, so please pay attention to the notice board.

The password this time is "Gill-sac Grass."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone wall opened like a door, revealing a doorway.

The group filed in, and a dozen or so young wizards curiously looked around at the place where they would be living.

The upperclassmen had already returned to their dormitories, so the common room was rather empty.

The dark green color scheme, the Gothic decor, the exquisite fireplace, the strange and magical sculptures, and the medieval tapestries depicting Slytherin's famous adventures all deeply attracted them.

"Slytherin represents the element of water, and our common room is built underwater."

"Being able to see the scenery in the water at any time is a privilege that the other three colleges don't offer." Pansy looked at the surprised looks on the new students' faces, a hint of pride in her eyes.

"Girls, come with me, I'll take you to the girls' dormitory."

As for the boys, they'll go to the boys' dormitory with Gaius.

"Wait a moment." Aaron stopped Pansy, then looked at the dozen or so first-year students. "Prefects have responsibilities. If you encounter any problems in your studies or life, you can ask the prefect for help, but don't bother me with trivial matters."

Pansy shrugged and left with the girl, while Aaron arranged for the remaining boys to be assigned to dormitories.

Back in his single room, Aaron couldn't help but yawn and lazily sat on his bed.

If he weren't a prefect, he should have been back half an hour ago.

"System, sign in."

"The host has checked in at Hogwarts and has gained ten magic points."

"A blessed land!" Aaron exclaimed, then took off the ring on his left hand, and half of the sealed magical energy immediately returned to his body.

However, the feeling of fulfillment lasted for less than three seconds before half of his magical energy rapidly dissipated, turning him into someone exactly like Aaron.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

“Let’s cut the pleasantries!” Aaron said. “If all goes well, Genes should be able to obtain more magical knowledge from Ancestor Vicht, so your next step…”

“I understand, being a clone means a life of toil.” The thought-form said irritably, and then seriously started counting on its fingers in front of Aaron, “Elective courses, magic circles, homework, alchemy and enchanting knowledge, and occasionally I have to use my brain cells to give advice to the main body.”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Aaron's face as he said, awkwardly but politely, "This is for my own sake too. Besides, I didn't slack off when you were working hard!"

"Just hold on for a few more years, and once we reach the Saint Archmage level, we'll be all set. Then we won't have to be so tense anymore."

"I hope so!" The thought entity sighed softly, then opened the secret chamber and went inside.

Aaron placed Abe in its designated bed and lay down on the bed himself.