A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“That’s right, he’ll definitely take action before Dumbledore returns.”

Harry and Ron arrived just then, both panting and looking rather unwell.

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!" Aaron curled his lip, a playful look in his eyes. "Let me guess, Professor McGonagall doesn't trust you, does she?"

“Yes.” Harry nodded in disappointment. “Not only did she not believe us, she also gave us a good scolding.”

Thank you for the tranquilizer; otherwise, I might have talked back to the professor.

"You're welcome.

If it were me, I wouldn't believe it either, and I might even deduct several points from your score as punishment.

First of all, the Philosopher's Stone is a school secret, how did you know about it?

Secondly, how do you know someone will steal it?

Furthermore, the Philosopher's Stone was heavily guarded, with almost every professor designing mechanisms for it.

We can't just rely on your side of the story and ask a busy professor to do a thorough inspection, right? That would mean dismantling all the mechanisms.

Most importantly, even Professor McGonagall might not know how to solve all the mechanisms.

"The three-headed dog guarding the trapdoor alone won't be easy to get through. You've been pestering Hagrid for most of the semester, and he only accidentally let it slip today!"

“But… if the professor doesn’t help us, then no one else can,” Harry said worriedly.

There will always be a way.

"At least the trapdoor is still safe for now." Aaron shrugged. "We still have some time before the mysterious man makes his move."

“Yes, there’s still time.” Harry suddenly realized something, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. “As long as we get the Philosopher’s Stone before Voldemort.”

"Pfft!" Aaron chuckled dismissively, then saw the three Gryffindors looking at him with puzzled expressions.

"Ahem! Don't misunderstand."

I've received professional training, and I won't laugh no matter how funny it is, unless I can't help it.

Hahaha..."

"Aaron," Hermione tugged at his sleeve, "you should at least tone it down a bit!"

"Is there something wrong with my plan?" Harry asked, somewhat annoyed.

“No problem, absolutely no problem.” Aaron’s expression gradually turned serious. “It’s just incredibly stupid, making people laugh.”

"What do you mean?" Ron said defiantly. "You'd better explain yourself."

"Ha! So there's more than one idiot." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, then pointed to the wooden door. "Go on in! I won't stop you."

"No, Momo will bite us to death," Hermione said hastily.

That's what I mean.

You can't even get through the trapdoor, yet you expect to get the Philosopher's Stone before the mysterious man.

Your courage is commendable, but don't mention knowing you guys when you go out in the future; it will make me look like I have a low IQ.

“That three-headed dog can’t stop us; a little music will calm it down.”

"And... what about the music?" Aaron asked with amusement.

“Uh…” Ron paused for a moment, then said awkwardly, “We haven’t had time to prepare yet.”

"That settles it then. You wanted to go in without any preparation; that's just courting death."

Unless you're planning to sing in front of the ferocious Cerberus.

Don't be ridiculous, that will only make you die faster.

"And..." Aaron paused slightly, then said seriously, "Even if you prepare music, it probably won't be of any use. Mao Mao is just a doorman."

There are second, third, and even Nth levels to come.

Are you confident you can get past the traps designed by the professor?

“This…” Harry suddenly felt frustrated and helpless, and the scar on his forehead became burning hot again. “Hiss!”

“Harry?” Ron asked, looking at him with concern.

“I’m fine.” Harry rubbed the scar on his forehead and smiled wryly. “But we really don’t have much time left. We need to come up with a way to stop Voldemort as soon as possible.”

Aaron hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I suggest you don't do anything unnecessary. The waters behind that door are too deep; you can't handle them."

"I know, but it's better than sitting and waiting to die."

Voldemort will definitely not let me go. I either have to stop him or die a little later than I am now.

I don't want to die, and I don't want to submit to the Dark Lord, so I have no other choice.

“If you trust me,” Aaron reassured him, “I am confident I can stop the mysterious man.”

"you?"

Not to mention Harry, even Hermione and Ron didn't believe it.

“How do you plan to stop him?” Harry asked.

"Don't worry about that. I'm confident in my abilities. Just leave everything to me."

Aaron appeared very confident; he had been waiting for this day ever since he accepted the system's mission.

Harry and his friends were completely unprepared, while he was well-prepared and could easily ditch the three Gryffindors and go it alone.

If the mission didn't require him to exert a great deal of effort in eliminating Voldemort, he wouldn't mind carefully planning and then peacefully being a competent sixth man.

"How confident are you?" Harry asked.

"To be conservative, around 60%." Aaron slightly lowered his expectations. He was confident he could thwart Voldemort's plan, but eliminating him might be difficult.

After all, he's the Dark Lord; who knows if he has any hidden trump cards?

"Only 60%?" Ron asked, his eyes wide, clearly not satisfied with the odds.

"You think this is too little?!"

Why don't you do it?

Ron fell silent immediately; he knew his own limitations.

If it were him, let alone a 60% chance, he wouldn't even have a 10% chance. The probability of being sent away in one move would be exceptionally high.

“That’s too risky.” Hermione shook her head, then looked at Aaron. “Do you have a plan?”

"The plan is... to keep it a secret."

"In short, you can trust me, and you must trust me," Aaron said, then walked out of the corridor on his own.

After Aaron left, the three of them looked at each other in bewilderment.

“I think Aaron is quite confident, so how about…” Ron didn’t finish his sentence, but he was sure Harry and Hermione understood what he meant.

“No,” Hermione said immediately.

“I also think it’s unreliable to leave it to him alone.” Harry sighed. “I’m sticking to the original plan and getting the Philosopher’s Stone before the Man of Void.”

Back in the common lounge, the three of them sat around a table.

On the table is an ordinary flute; playing it can calm Mao Mao down.

“Harry, what are you planning to do?” Hermione asked. “We have no idea what’s behind the trapdoor.”

"We should still give it a try and do our best!"

We'll start tonight, after all the students are asleep.

"Tonight?" Ron opened his mouth. "Since we don't know what's behind that door, why don't we act sooner?"

“We need to do some preparatory work,” Hermione said speechlessly. “We need to rest at least a bit, otherwise we’ll probably be too exhausted to continue even if we break halfway through the mechanism.”

Goo!

Ron's stomach growled at an inopportune moment, and he said somewhat embarrassedly, "I was in too much of a rush just now and didn't have time to eat lunch."

However, this also proves that what you said makes a lot of sense.

"Heh!" Hermione rolled her eyes. "I need to review the spells I've learned as soon as possible; they might come in handy."

“And the Invisibility Cloak,” Harry reminded him. “We can’t operate at night without it.”

Chapter 81 An Unexpected Night Encounter

As night fell, the pale moonlight shone through the clouds onto the castle walls.

One by one, the students went back to their dormitories to sleep, and the number of people in the common room gradually decreased, clearing out a large space.

Three furtive figures tiptoed down the stairs, one of them carrying a black cloak.

Gua! Gua! Gua!

Just as the three were about to continue, a toad appeared in front of them.

“Rafer!” Harry was taken aback, somewhat confused as to why Neville’s pet was here.

“Ignore it, we need to get moving,” Ron said.

"What action?" Neville stood up from behind the sofa, looking at Harry and the others with a somewhat unpleasant expression.

He had just been unable to sleep and thought he'd come over for a while, and also bring Raeford out for some fresh air.

To his utter surprise, he had blocked three Gryffindors who were about to leave the dormitory. His sense of responsibility surged instantly, and he knew he could not possibly ignore it.

"You guys are going to sneak out again, aren't you?"

“Neville, listen to me, I, we…” Harry stammered, but his guilty conscience clearly made him unprepared to explain.

“No, you’re not allowed to go.” Neville blocked the doorway with his burly frame. “You’ve already lost 150 points. If you get caught staying out all night, Gryffindor will be in even worse shape.”

“Navie, we don’t have time to explain now, get out of the way,” Ron said impatiently. “There are three of us, you can’t stop us.”

“I’m ready.” Neville said resolutely, clenching his fists and assuming a fighting stance.

However, his pajamas and flustered expression made his action seem out of place and somewhat comical.

“Neville, I’m sorry to have to do this to you.” Hermione drew her wand. “Petrify them all!”