A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

There are at most ten people; it'll just take a little more effort.

"Five hundred magic points." Aaron spread his five fingers in frustration, looking like he was about to cry. "I thought I could just teach a student and casually accept this reward, but... things don't always go as planned!"

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have taken this task in the first place; it's much harder than the prefect's.

"It's no use regretting it now, let's think about what to do next!"

Teaching ten students, including Harry Potter, Umbridge will inevitably discover problems after a while.

"How about... you go and teach for me?" Aaron said shyly.

Thoughts in words: ......

"Sigh! So, do clones really have no rights?"

I work diligently every day in this dark and gloomy hall...

"You can't say that. Didn't we go out during elective classes?"

"Okay!" The Thoughtful Body shrugged. "I can go out and get some fresh air when I'm taking elective classes."

"What do you mean? This isn't a prison."

He was treated to the best food and drink every day, and had hundreds of shadow ninjas at his beck and call—a treatment Salazar Slytherin never received while he was alive.

"Then let's switch!"

“There’s no need for that,” Aaron said, waving his hand.

"Tch!" The thought entity curled its lip. "I can't refuse the original body's orders, but this isn't about changing teachers; it's about finding a safe place."

“A classroom that can accommodate ten people for study and training,” Aaron said with a frown. “But Hogwarts is definitely out of the question; it’s right under Umbridge’s nose.”

“Hogsmeade won’t work either,” the thought entity added. “There are too many people there, making it easier to be exposed. Perhaps the only place that meets the criteria is here.”

"That's impossible, absolutely impossible."

I wouldn't risk destroying the Divine Palace for a mere 500 magic points.

Forget it, let’s talk about it when the time comes!

"Maybe no one will come at all. If I'm careful, teaching five people shouldn't be a problem."

"I hope so."

......

Sunday, Potions class.

After a twenty-minute training session on the Disarming Charm, Aaron began explaining the Obstacle Charm.

"Obstacle spell, the spell is full of obstacles."

It can create an invisible barrier that prevents your enemies from getting close.

This is a defensive spell, more difficult to cast than the Disarm Charm.

“I know this spell,” Sirin said, raising her hand. “My mother taught me.”

“Me too,” Draco said.

"Being able to chant spells is just the basics; to improve, you need to do more training." Aaron waved his wand lightly, and half of the classroom was partitioned off.

"How will the training be this time?" Draco asked with interest. "Will it still be sparring?"

“No, it still hurts a lot when you get hit by the Obstacle Curse.” Aaron shook his head and turned the ground into a wizard's chessboard, with two stone statues standing in the positions of the generals and commanders.

However, they are no longer stationary; they can move slowly and even make sword-wielding motions.

Gulu!

Draco and Sirin swallowed hard, then stared at Aaron in astonishment.

"The rule is that you can only use obstacle spells, and you must not let the statues hurt you without leaving the board. If you really can't hold on, then jump off the board."

“We’ll talk about that later,” Draco said impatiently. “When did your Transfiguration become so powerful? It should surpass Professor McGonagall’s by now!”

"Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration skills aren't that low," Aaron said casually, adding to himself, "but probably not as good as mine."

The two exchanged a glance, feeling a mix of regret and a sense of entitlement.

Aaron was only a fifth-year wizard, and if his Transfiguration skills surpassed those of McGonagall Minerva, who had been a professor for decades, they found it hard to accept.

As the two jumped onto the chessboard, the two stone statues raised their weapons and slowly moved toward them.

"There are many obstacles!"

The white spell struck the statue, causing it to move back one space, but after a five-second pause, it resumed its movement.

At first, the two were able to handle things with ease, but as time went by, they also felt the fatigue brought on by the depletion of magic power.

The speed at which he cast the spell gradually slowed down, and he began to look for the most energy-efficient route.

Aaron sat on the podium practicing drawing magic circles of light and dark elements, paying no attention to the performance of the two.

The two stone statues looked quite menacing, but they wouldn't actually harm the people on the chessboard; the swords that were swung out would automatically stop when they got close to their bodies.

Beside the lectern, Abe, holding a bucket of popcorn, watched the two perform with great interest.

More than an hour later, both stone statues stopped moving at the same time.

Training time officially ended, and Draco and Celine were covered in sweat and their breathing was not very steady.

Sirin, still mindful of her image, sat down at the edge of the chessboard, while Draco simply lay down on it.

"How does it feel?" Aaron teased. "Isn't it incredibly exciting?"

“It was incredibly exciting,” Draco said weakly. “I’ve never been this tired since I was born.”

"So you've wasted your talent."

But you can't really blame yourself; battles between wizards usually don't last long.

Especially during peacetime, wizards are almost never subject to massive depletion of their magical energy.

"I knew I was exhausted!" Sirin said thoughtfully. She had been using spells for more than an hour, and her magic power had been depleted by more than 80%. It would be a lie to say she wasn't tired.

"Remember this feeling. If you unfortunately experience this feeling during battle, it means your body is telling you it's time to retreat." Aaron put away his notebook and then made the chessboard and the two stone statues disappear.

Sirin stumbled and sat down on the ground, while Draco fell straight down from mid-air, wincing in pain.

"At least say something before using the Vanishing Charm!" Draco said irritably.

"The second lesson is now over."

"So what are we learning in the next class?" Sirin asked curiously. "How about the Petrification Spell?"

"Next class..." Aaron hesitated for a moment, "We won't be learning spells next class. You two come with me to meet the new students."

"New student?" ×2.

Both of them said in unison that they were very surprised by this.

"Who is it? Slytherin?"

"What grade are you in? Are you a girl?"

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. Draco's reaction was within his expectations, but Sirin's focus really caught him off guard.

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger."

"It's them?" Draco frowned deeply. "Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Aaron nodded dejectedly. "There's nothing we can do. They're all unhappy with Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"It would have been better if I hadn't taught you, but since I've already taught you, if I don't teach them, that would be favoritism, and they'd probably cut ties with me."

"Then let's break off all ties!" Draco said nonchalantly. "I genuinely think they don't deserve to be your friends."

"Don't make it sound so easy!" Aaron rolled his eyes, speechless. "There are a few other people besides them."

“Professor Umbridge won’t agree,” Sirin said. “It wouldn’t be good if she found out.”

“I know, that’s why they came to me because she doesn’t teach them anything.”

"This is not a good situation!" Draco pondered for a moment. "How about we just report them to Umbridge?"

"Shut up." Aaron glared at him fiercely. "I already promised them. Do you think I'm the kind of person who goes back on their word, saying one thing to your face and another behind your back?"

“I, I didn’t mean that,” Draco stammered. “I just meant that Umbridge would be very unhappy if there were too many people lecturing her.”

"As long as we don't get caught, that's fine, isn't it?" Aaron said.

“Uh…senior,” Sirin said hesitantly, “I’m not trying to spoil the mood, but Professor Umbridge is, after all, a senior investigator. Apart from the common room, everything else is under her control.”

"That's not my concern. I'm only responsible for teaching," Aaron said calmly. "If you two are willing, you can come with me to meet them and find a good place to have class together."

It's okay if you don't want to, but you must keep it a secret and not tell anyone else.

"Well... I'll listen to my senior."

"Can we teach them separately?" Draco asked hesitantly. "It's not that I can't accept taking classes with them, but with your teaching methods, I reckon we'd end up fighting."

"I'm afraid that won't work. My energy is limited; I can only teach one class a week at most."

Draco sighed helplessly. "Could I call a few more Slytherins?"

"No, there are already enough people. If there are any more, the senior will be too busy."

"Cilin, you are still too young."

"If there are two Slytherins in a classroom, but more than three Gryffindors, we'll be at a disadvantage."

"That's generally true, but don't forget Malfoy, the teacher is a Slytherin."

I don't think our senior would let us suffer!

“That’s exactly what she said.” Aaron shrugged. “I will treat everyone equally in class and will not show favoritism to anyone.”

Besides, it seems like you're the one who provokes them every time.

Draco: ......

On the first weekend of October, a snowfall blanketed the entire town of Hogsmeade in a silvery coat.

Aaron carried Abe along the wide avenue, with Draco and Celine on either side.

"Senior, where are we going?" Sirin asked curiously.