A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“How can we fight off external threats with just theoretical knowledge?” Harry couldn’t help but interrupt.

There's no threat outside, darling.

Who do you think would attack a child, like someone like you?

“Oh! I don’t know, maybe… Voldemort!” Harry said casually, but the classroom erupted in an uproar.

Many students were terrified of Voldemort, and even when they did call him, they only dared to cautiously say the three words "Mysterious Man." For Harry to directly call Voldemort by his name was like dropping a bombshell.

Ulimci's face twitched, and his fake smile became very stiff. "Let me make things clear to you. Someone told you that a certain dark wizard has once again gotten away with it, but that's a complete lie."

“This isn’t a lie, he really is back,” Harry said angrily.

"Gryffindor, deduct 10 points."

That's utter nonsense, Mr. Potter.

"No, I saw him with my own eyes."

“Solitary confinement for a week,” Umbridge said coldly. “Come to my office at five o’clock tomorrow afternoon.”

Okay, everyone, please continue reading from where you left off.

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When the bell rang, Umbridge took her handbag and left the classroom, followed by most of the students.

Their expressions towards Harry varied, ranging from doubt and mockery to pity.

Aaron put away his notebook and woke up Abe, who was dozing off on the table.

He stopped as he passed Harry Potter, who was looking down and being comforted by Hermione and Ron. "I admit it's nice to tell the truth sometimes, but you should at least think about the consequences!"

A week of confinement will definitely make you suffer.

“I did nothing wrong,” Harry said stubbornly.

“Of course you’re not wrong, you’re just too stupid.” Aaron shrugged indifferently. “But some things aren’t about right or wrong, otherwise why would the rest of us remain silent?”

Do you know what it means to be powerless when circumstances are against you? You should understand the principle that when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

You know perfectly well who sent Umbridge, yet you still go looking for trouble.

“I’m just stating the facts,” Harry said angrily. “Voldemort is back.”

"Do you think she doesn't know?" Aaron retorted. "The problem is you have no evidence, and she won't admit it."

“I…” Harry opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"You should really learn from Dumbledore. Our headmaster was definitely the most anxious when Voldemort resurrected him, and he received just as much criticism as you, but he didn't complain about it."

I'm sure he didn't care about the Daily Prophet; he was just doing his best to stop Voldemort from regaining his former power.

The three looked at each other in bewilderment. During their summer vacation, they had been taken to Dumbledore's secret organization, the Order of the Phoenix, and were well aware that Dumbledore was indeed preparing to fight Voldemort.

“Let’s think about how to pass the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam first!” Hermione changed the subject. “If you only learn the theory and don’t practice, not many people can pass the exam.”

"That's easy, just practice more," Aaron said nonchalantly.

"It's not as simple as you say. Figuring it out on your own and being taught by a teacher are two completely different things."

Aaron clicked his tongue and hesitated before saying, "If you have any questions, you can come to me."

"You?" Ron asked, somewhat surprised. "Are you sure?"

"What? Don't you trust me?" Aaron chuckled. He was now a Grand Magister, and he had already taught himself all the spells he was supposed to learn from the first to the seventh year through the libraries of Hogwarts and Gaius Castle.

Perhaps he is still a bit behind the real masters in potion-making, botany, astronomy and other fields, but he is more than capable of teaching a few fifth-grade students.

"That's the only good news," Harry forced a smile.

"But you're out of the question."

"Huh?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Why?"

"Your performance in the Triwizard Tournament has already proven your ability, and passing the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam will definitely not be a problem."

Harry:......

The next day, during Transfiguration and Potions classes, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick specifically emphasized the importance of the OWL exam.

They taught the Vanishing Charm and the Summoning Charm separately, and then tacitly assigned a large amount of homework.

This is what frustrates fifth-year wizards; the Common Wizarding Level Exam is the biggest hurdle they've faced since starting school.

Teachers are even more anxious than students. In order to help students get good grades, they usually assign more homework than usual, in addition to a full schedule.

At this time, the privileges of outstanding students will also be reflected. If they can correctly use the Vanishing Spell and Summoning Spell in practice, they can be exempted from homework.

Aaron succeeded on his first try, which greatly pleased the two professors.

While others were diligently practicing spells and worrying about homework, he spent four years hunched over his desk, inscribing magic circles day after day.

In the afternoon, there was a Magical Creatures Protection class. Aaron came out of the dormitory and walked towards Hagrid's cabin with the fifth-year Slytherin students.

"Is that big, dumb guy...?"

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, interrupting Pansy who was speaking.

“Alright! Professor Hagrid, that’s enough!” Pansy said somewhat reluctantly. “I wonder what Professor Grapland will teach us this time.”

“It certainly won’t be a big, dangerous monster,” Draco chuckled. “But Mr. Potter’s favorite professor of Magical Creatures Protection is missing; he’s probably not in a good mood.”

“Should we go and comfort her?” Crabbe suggested.

“Mind your own business,” Aaron said irritably. “If you spent half the time you spent making fun of Harry Potter on studying, you wouldn’t be worrying about exams right now.”

“They can’t compare to you,” Draco said speechlessly. “Besides you, Granger is the only one who got exempted from homework, but she also had to try several times to successfully cast those spells.”

"To be honest, it's a good thing you're from Slytherin, otherwise our class would probably be completely overshadowed by a Gryffindor."

"Excuses!" Aaron rolled his eyes. "You can make up for a lack of talent with hard work, but mocking Harry Potter takes up a lot of your time."

If you want to get good results in next year's OWL exam, you'd better watch out!

"Did you two hear that?" Draco looked at Crabbe and Goyle with exasperation. "Don't embarrass me."

"We'll try, boss," Crabbe and Gore said guiltily.

"And you, or rather, all of you," Aaron cautioned. "Don't embarrass Slytherin."

“I know,” Draco said sheepishly, then changed the subject, “but we probably won’t get good grades in our Defense Against the Dark Arts exam. Umbridge only teaches us theory.”

"If you have any practical problems, you can come to me," Aaron said irritably.

"You...have time?" Pansy asked, somewhat surprised. The other Slytherins were also a little taken aback.

They used to ask Aaron for help when they encountered problems in their studies, but at some point, he started having a notebook in his hand, and he often wrote and drew in it.

They didn't dare to ask too many questions, and were even more embarrassed to bother him. Over time, they would subconsciously assume that Aaron didn't have time.

"Well, that's what happens when I'm the prefect!" Aaron said with a hint of helplessness. "Since I'm in this position, there are some things I can't just ignore."

It is also the class monitor's duty to help students resolve their learning difficulties, as it involves a reward of 1,200 magic points. It doesn't take much time to guide a few students.

"That's wonderful!" Draco exclaimed, and the rest of the Slytherin also showed expressions of surprise and delight.

Seeing the gleam in their eyes, Aaron couldn't help but frown, adding, "However, my time is limited. It's best not to ask me for small things that you can handle yourself."

A few minutes later, Slytherin stopped in front of Hagrid's cabin, where the fifth-year Gryffindors were also present.

Professor Glapland stood behind a long shelf table, on which were placed many fine branches.

"Looks like everyone's here," Professor Glapland said, pointing to the thin branches. "Can anyone tell me what these are called?"

“The Bowtruckle,” Aaron said, “is a magical creature that protects trees.”

“That’s right, Slytherin gets five points.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the thin branches on the table suddenly sprang up.

They have two brown eyes, are only seven or eight inches tall, and have thin, long, branch-like limbs.

Many students looked at the wooden elves with interest, and they unconsciously compared Hagrid to Grapland, feeling that the latter was more suitable to be their Magical Creatures Protection professor. Even Harry and his friends had to admit that Hagrid's teaching skills were slightly inferior to Grapland's.

“Bowlets typically live on trees with branches that can be used to make wands,” Professor Grapland said. “Does anyone know what they eat?”

Hermione quickly raised her right hand and replied, "Insects, especially ground beetles, are their favorite."

“Very good, Gryffindor gets five points.”

The tree-protecting bower is a peaceful and extremely shy animal.

If you need to obtain materials from the trees they inhabit, it is recommended to offer them ground beetles, which can appease them.

But if the tree it inhabits is threatened, it will leap down and gouge out people's eyes with its long, sharp fingers—something you probably wouldn't want to try.

"If you're willing to come closer, you can come here and get some earthworms to make a tree-protecting humpsoon."

There should be a maximum of three people sharing one, so that they can be studied more carefully.

Before get out of class ends, each student should submit a sketch showing every part of the hunchback's body.

Aaron was the first to walk over, grabbed a handful of burrs and threw them at the best-looking of the bowbellies, then stretched out his right hand to it.

The Bowtruckle hesitated for a moment before jumping onto Aaron's palm.

Other students followed suit, but they focused on the larger tree trunks, which were easier to draw.

Aaron gently poked the Bowtrus's fingers in his palm and carefully placed it on his shoulder.

A hint of resentment flashed in Abe's eyes. It used to perch on its owner's shoulder, but ever since it got fat—no, since it grew up—that spot has become a bit cramped for it.

"Is it really necessary? Look at your pathetic self." Aaron chuckled, making Abe squat down and holding the Bowtruckle in his right paw.

After assuming the correct posture, he took out a large sheet of parchment and a carbon pen from Abbe's pocket.

He hadn't studied painting much, but he had drawn magic circles for four years, so his foundation was much better than others.

Before long, a lifelike sketch was completed, except that the silly and cute holy dragon took up most of the area, while the tree-guarding bower only occupied a small part in the upper left corner.

"This homework is barely finished," Aaron murmured, while Abe nodded in satisfaction, his clear eyes narrowing into crescent shapes.

Chapter 455 I Cannot Lie, Light and Dark Elemental Magic Book

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Harry Potter walked heavily toward Umbridge's office.