A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“He’s talking about giving guidance, but…we need a teacher!” Harry forced a smile. “I don’t think he’ll have that much time.”

We have to give it a try!

"Harry," Sirius's voice suddenly came from the fireplace.

The three turned their heads and saw Sirius's head appear in the crimson flames.

"Why are you here?" Hermione glanced around with some concern, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that no one else was there.

“I’ll reply to Harry’s letter,” Sirius said. “It’s the safest way I can think of.”

"You wrote him a letter?" Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully. "Don't you know that our letters might be intercepted by the Ministry of Magic?"

"I just wanted to know how Hagrid is doing," Harry said guiltily. "Besides, my letter didn't mention 'Sirius,' it said 'cold,' so no one will notice."

“It’s really well written,” Sirius praised. “Hagrid, don’t worry. He and Ms. Maxim went back to their hometown, but they got separated on the way back. There’s nothing dangerous about it, and I believe you’ll see him soon.”

"You said you were worried about Umbridge, what is she up to?"

"Train you to kill all the hybrids?"

“She won’t let us use magic at all,” Harry said indignantly.

“I’m not surprised,” Sirius said calmly. “The latest intelligence says Fudge doesn’t want you to receive combat training.”

“Combat?” Ron asked, puzzled. “Does he think we’re going to build a wizard army?”

"That's what he thought. He believed that Dumbledore was gathering his own forces to fight against the Ministry of Magic."

“This is ridiculous, this is too much!” Hermione said incredulously. “Just because of this, he won’t let us use magic and he even arranged for Umbridge to take over our Defense Against the Dark Arts class.”

Fudge's paranoia was getting worse and worse; he felt that Dumbledore would stop at nothing to take away his power.

“So we’re going to find a teacher ourselves,” Hermione said matter-of-factly, then looked at Sirius. “The three of us agree that Aaron is the most suitable.”

"Him?" Sirius paused, then asked doubtfully, "Are you sure? He's a Slytherin!"

"Can't you?"

“No, it’s not impossible,” Sirius hurriedly said. “If he’s willing, that would be wonderful.”

“We’ll convince him,” Hermione said confidently.

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, but it wasn't a good time to discourage Hermione, so they could only nod in agreement.

Achoo!

Aaron, who was in the Divine Hall, suddenly sneezed, and the black magic circle in front of him collapsed, turning into specks of black particles and dissipating.

"What's wrong?" The thought entity, which was enchanting the bullet three times, stopped. "Don't tell me you have a cold. Our current constitution is such that, while we may not be immune to all diseases, we should be immune to colds for the rest of our lives."

"I don't know, maybe some beautiful girl is thinking of me!" Aaron smiled nonchalantly. "How's it going?"

“Not very good.” The long-haired sapling sighed. “Flintlock bullets are relatively easy to make, but the bullets for the revolver and those two sniper rifles are more complicated to make. Without using magical animal feathers as auxiliary materials, it can barely be enchanted three times.”

"Can using a magical beast's feather achieve the power of four enchantments?"

“No, the increase is limited.” The Thought Entity slowly shook its head. “Unless there are more precious materials, and using the feathers of magical creatures for three enchantments consumes more resources than two enchantments. On average, one feather can only make one bullet.”

"Hiss!" Aaron couldn't help but gasp. He'd better be careful with these bullets from now on, otherwise he wouldn't have enough money to buy the raw materials.

"Oh, right, and that automatic pistol," the thought entity reminded them.

“No need for that,” Aaron interrupted immediately. “Replenishing bullets with our own magic is fine. There’s no need to waste materials. We really can’t afford to play like this anymore.”

"All right!"

......

The next day, at the library.

Aaron sat by the window, drawing a complex array on his notebook with a quill pen.

“Aaron, we…” Harry and his two companions walked over, but his voice trailed off halfway through, because a Slytherin witch was standing next to Aaron.

She glared at Harry, then looked at Aaron nervously. "Senior, I have class this afternoon, so I'll be going now."

After the Slytherin witch left, Harry scratched his head awkwardly. "Did we bother you?"

"No."

"Who is she?" Ron joked.

"Ciryn McKen, a fourth-year Slytherin student."

This doesn't seem to concern you!

“Uh…” Ron immediately pointed to Hermione beside him, “I asked for her.”

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with her!"

“Yes.” Hermione’s two delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she forced a smile. “It has nothing to do with me.”

"Excuse me for asking, what does she want with you?"

"The key to casting the Silent Spell," Aaron said wearily. "Since becoming a prefect, an average of seven or eight students ask me for help with their studies every day."

"If it weren't for the fact that senior wizards still have some sense of shame, I think I would have been driven crazy by these people."

"Oh! I see." Hermione nodded thoughtfully, her smile no longer stiff.

"Alright, get to the point." Aaron slowly closed his notebook. "My past experience tells me that the three of you coming to my door together is never a good thing."

Three people: ...

Chapter 457 It's so good! A very easy teaching task.

"I'll teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Aaron stared wide-eyed in astonishment. "Are you serious?"

The three nodded in unison, their nervous expressions tinged with certainty.

"Wait, wait."

Please have a seat, let me catch my breath!

Harry, his two friends, and Aaron exchanged glances and sat down at the same table.

"Because Umbridge doesn't teach properly, you want me to be your teacher?"

“That’s understandable.

Although it was somewhat sudden, we all agreed that you were the most suitable candidate.

"Heh! I really don't understand where you get the nerve to say such a thing."

Ron's face flushed slightly. "Is there a problem?"

“This is a big problem.” Aaron glanced at him speechlessly, and said with some anger at his lack of ambition, “You are the youngest son of the Weasley family, a pure-blood wizarding family. Your talent would be considered excellent even at Hogwarts.”

Your two older brothers are graduating seventh-year wizards, your best friend Harry Potter can summon a complete Patronus to defeat Dementors, and Hermione Granger is one of the top three students in the entire school. Don't all of these combined teach you anything?

Ron: ......

It seems fine, but I just feel a little heartbroken.

"Ahem!" Hermione coughed. "That's not how it's said."

Regardless of Ron's talent, his academic performance is undeniable; if it weren't for Mrs. Weasley's encouragement, he probably would have already gone astray.

“Hermione,” Ron said, his mouth agape, “How could you say that?”

He's speaking the truth so bluntly... and he's still saying he's letting loose? Doesn't he have any pride?

"Sorry, but if you want to copy my homework, you'd better shut up first."

Ron's lips twitched, and he looked at Harry with a wronged expression.

He inexplicably felt a sharp, cold pain in his heart.

Harry shook his head sympathetically at him, indicating that he couldn't help him, since Ron wasn't the only one who needed to copy homework.

"It's true that George and Fred are seventh-grade students, but they are busy with their own careers and don't pay much attention to their studies. They have only passed three of the regular wizarding level exams."

As for Harry and me... we know our place, we probably don't even amount to half of what you have combined."

“I understand that you don’t want to waste time on theory, but you and Harry together are good enough to get good grades on the exam, so you don’t need my help.”

"Stop pretending to be confused, okay?" Hermione laughed at Aaron's dismissive attitude. "You know we don't want exam scores, we want practical skills."

We need to prepare for the fight against the mysterious figure, but we never expected our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to be so irresponsible.

“Hmm…” Aaron hesitated for a moment before speaking hesitantly, “I think I understand what you mean. Your practical skills are not bad either, especially Harry, who has fought against Voldemort.”

"I'm no match for you. You're the third hurdle in the Triwizard Tournament..."

Harry's voice abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.

Because Abe was looking at him with harmless eyes, but its two front paws had already revealed sharp claws and teeth.

"What's wrong with me?" Aaron asked playfully. "Go on, tell me!"

Gulu!

Harry swallowed hard.

He didn't think Abe would attack him, but he didn't dare gamble; a dragon's destructive power was far greater than Umbridge's confinement.

"nothing?"

Aaron gave him a 'sensible' look, then said, "You'd better not spread false rumors about me, or tomorrow you'll find the entire Slytherin student council declaring that someone has lost their mind."

Harry Potter: ......

What is this? A blatant warning?

"What's wrong with you two?" Hermione looked at the two suspiciously, feeling that they were hiding something from them.

"That's not important," Aaron waved his hand casually.

"Anyway, we need you right now. You've had a few dealings with Voldemort." Hermione chuckled and said self-deprecatingly, "After all this time, I still can't say his name easily."

"You and Harry know Voldemort best; you know him even better than Harry does, so you're the most suitable person to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

But I'm really busy!

Giving you occasional pointers is fine, but providing systematic instruction is really asking too much.