A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

This year, he inexplicably added two high-difficulty magic circle courses to his schedule, plus the homework assigned by the teacher and the prefect's tasks... If it weren't for the fact that he could freely manage his time during Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even with his thought entity sharing the burden, he would still be struggling.

"Please think it over carefully," Hermione said patiently. "We came to you after a lot of deliberation."

"Well... I have something to do, so I'll be going now." Aaron didn't give a clear answer, picked up Abe, and turned to leave.

"Does this count as a rejection?" Ron asked tentatively.

"probably!"

"What do you know?" Hermione glared at the two of them angrily. "The fact that he hasn't explicitly rejected me means there's still hope. He'll figure it out sooner or later."

......

Back in the dormitory, Aaron calmly sat down in a chair. "Being a prefect is tiring enough. Teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts is like a donkey pulling a millstone."

I expect they'll give up after a while; if that doesn't work, I'll just have to refuse them outright.

"I'd rather starve to death, die outside, or drown in Black Lake than become a teacher."

However, this firm resolve began to waver a few days later.

Be a responsible and dedicated class leader (from now until the end of this semester);

The reward for completing the task is 1200 magic points; there is no penalty for failure. [Accepted]

[Teach students who are willing to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts (requiring the fulfillment of a teacher's responsibilities);]

The reward for completing the task is 500 magic points. There is no penalty for failure. Do you accept?

Aaron looked at the second system task that had finally appeared, and inexplicably felt a toothache.

Damn! You can't just make a promise like that.

"System, translate this for me, what does it mean?"

I accepted the class monitor position; after all, the salary was acceptable to me.

But the teacher... went too far!

"This is to enhance the host's abilities," the system stated righteously. "Being able to teach others and mastering it yourself are two different levels, and the host can also review and learn new things during the teaching process!"

"Who are you trying to fool?" Aaron curled his lip in disdain. "Reviewing the old to learn the new, I haven't even learned the new things yet, how can I have time to teach them?"

"The host can choose not to accept it."

"Hmph! Accepting it isn't impossible, but isn't 500 magic points a bit too little?"

"If the host doesn't like it, he/she doesn't have to accept it. After all, you can earn it back by signing in for fifty days at Hogwarts."

Gan!

Fifty days sounds easy, but what he lacks right now is time.

Aaron inwardly complained, and continued, "The prefects get 1200, but the teachers only get 500. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

"To correct you, it's a temporary teacher," the system emphasized. "The host doesn't need to prepare teaching materials, and the time is also up to you. The teaching task is dozens of times easier than that of a real teacher."

"Even if you say so..."

"The host can choose not to accept," the system said again, its voice confident and unconcerned.

Aaron looked at the mission panel and gritted his teeth in frustration.

Even a mosquito bite is still meat; 500 magic points are enough for him to skip two months of hard work.

"Is there a requirement for the number of students?" Aaron asked in a deep voice.

His energy is limited after all, and there are certainly quite a few students willing to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. If there are too many people, let alone five hundred magic points, even a thousand... he would have to hesitate.

"More than one".

"Oh! Humanized, I like it." Aaron raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of relief. This task didn't seem so tiring.

Are there any age requirements for students?

"No."

"I accept, I accept without hesitation," Aaron said somewhat eagerly. He could decide the number of participants, their ages, and even the teaching time himself, so what difference was there between these 500 magic points and giving them away for free?

Thinking this, he excitedly walked out of the dormitory and went to the Slytherin common room.

He pulled out a list of Slytherin students from a bookshelf and began looking for students.

He decisively gave up on the younger wizards; these students probably didn't even know the basic levitation charm, and teaching them would just be adding to his own frustration.

As for senior wizards, they are also not suitable. They are busy with exams and job hunting after graduation, and may not have time to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts. Moreover, they probably don't want to find someone younger than themselves to be their teacher.

"Fourth grade, or fifth grade?"

Aaron thought to himself, silently drawing age lines.

Besides age, a student's personality and talent are also important.

He is gentle and has exceptional talent, so he doesn't have to put in much effort to teach him. But if he were to find someone with poor talent and a bad temper, it would be much more difficult to achieve the same result.

Gradually, he set his sights on fourth-year student Celine MacEn. This junior perfectly met his requirements: she was talented, had a good personality, was good-looking, and was ambitious. Most importantly, she respected him very much.

"Cilin, come here for a second, I need to talk to you."

"What's wrong, Senior?"

What are your thoughts on Defense Against the Dark Arts?

“This…” Xilin hesitated for a moment, a conflicted look flashing across her pretty face.

"Don't worry, say whatever you want," Aaron said calmly. "I don't even consider Umbridge a threat."

Celine nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "I really think she is not qualified to be our teacher. The most important thing about Defense Against the Dark Arts is practice, but she actually makes us learn theory. Fortunately, our OWLs exam is next school year, otherwise we definitely would not have passed this course."

“Hmm…that’s absolutely right.” Aaron paused for a moment, then said solemnly, “I plan to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts. Would you like to learn?”

Xilin was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red instantly after she realized what was happening.

what's the situation?

It was like a pie falling from the sky and landing squarely on her head; the surprise was too sudden.

Seeing her so excited, Aaron shook his head speechlessly. "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes, of course I'm willing."

Senior, if I may ask, are you only taking me as your student?

"That's true for now," Aaron said seriously. "After all, I have high expectations for my students; perhaps that's just a Slytherin tradition!"

Celine laughed even harder, and her gaze toward Aaron shone even brighter.

"Then, teacher..."

"Just call me senior!"

“Okay, senior, when do we start classes?” Celine asked, her eyelids lowered. “Where are the classes held? In your dorm? I heard from Malfoy that you have single rooms…”

"Stop." A few black lines appeared on Aaron's forehead. He knew this girl was his little fangirl, but what she said was just too damn inappropriate.

You're only a fourteen-year-old girl, do you have to be so open-minded?

"Stop thinking about these things with me. We're just classmates, nothing more, understand?"

Celine blinked, indicating her agreement.

There's plenty of time ahead. She's currently the only female student the senior has, so there might be opportunities in the future.

"Let's set the time for Saturday or Sunday. You can come find me when you're free. As for the location... I'll let you know as soon as I've decided."

"Isn't this the senior's dormitory?"

Aaron's lips twitched, and his tone became more stern. "No, if you have this idea again, I don't mind changing students."

"Okay." Xilin stuck out her tongue resentfully, then ran back to the girls' dormitory with her books.

"Being too charming isn't always a good thing." Aaron couldn't help but sigh to himself as he watched her cheerful figure disappear into the distance. This feeling had grown stronger ever since the Triwizard Tournament; boys really do need to protect themselves when they're out in the world.

On Friday night, after Aaron finished dinner and sat down in the common room, Celine came up to him.

She took out a box, opened it, and handed it to Abe.

Suck!

Abe looked at the few chicken legs in the box, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then looked longingly at his owner.

"Eat!" Aaron said helplessly.

Abe immediately beamed with joy and jumped onto the table to show off tonight's late-night snack.

"Senior, what time tomorrow?" Sirin asked shyly, "And where?"

"After breakfast, we'll meet in the Potions classroom."

"Will Professor Snape agree?" Sirin asked, somewhat worried.

"Don't worry." Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "Professor Snape is quite lenient towards Slytherins. I can just say hello to him."

......

The next morning, the auditorium.

Celine sat opposite Aaron with a beaming smile, feeding Abe every now and then.

"You two..." Draco asked curiously, "when did you get together?"

“It’s not what you think,” Aaron said irritably. “I didn’t want to think about this kind of thing at all before I was sixteen.”

"Is that so?" Draco raised an eyebrow with amusement, glancing meaningfully at Sirin, who was having a friendly conversation with Abe.

In his memory, the only women who could get along so well with this dragon besides Hermione were Aaron's sister. Now that there was suddenly a beautiful Slytherin, it was hard for him not to be suspicious.

Aaron knew he didn't believe him from that expression, but he didn't care. He rolled his eyes and went to the teachers' table to find Professor Snape.

Actually, given his relationship with Professor Snape, he didn't need to specifically ask for his approval to use the Potions classroom. However, now that the school has an additional senior investigator, following the proper procedures can avoid any unforeseen complications.

Chapter 458 Umbridge's Displeasure, Gaius's Little Lesson

"You want to use the Potions classroom?" Snape frowned slightly. "If you want to practice making potions, you can go to my office; I have any materials you need there."

"Uh...no, you've misunderstood, Professor."