Magic Journey from Hogwarts

September [-]st.

After breakfast, Aaron, accompanied by Jinns, drove an ordinary car to Kingdom Cross Station.

As soon as the two took out the suitcase, they saw two dark green cars coming out of the narrow alley.

"Ministry of Magic?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "But this is too ostentatious!"

"It's the Weasleys, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter." Looking at the weird lineup, Jins thought about it and said, "It should be Fudge who arranged to protect Harry Potter, I guess Harry Potter will have to be on his toes before he catches Sirius."

"At least he's safe during this time at Hogwarts." Aaron didn't care. "There's the most powerful white mage of this century there!"

"Master, the train will leave in half an hour." Jins reminded.

"Understood, I'm leaving now, you don't need to send it off." Aaron shrugged and pushed the cart into the station, passing through the partition wall between platforms [-] and [-] smoothly.

Looking at the bright red steam train and the wizards of all sizes crowded at the station, Aaron couldn't help showing a smile. From today onwards, his life will really get back on track.

Aaron deftly placed the suitcase in the carriage at the end of the train, and then began to find a seat for himself.

It may be that he came late, found the front of the car from the rear, and there was only one private room that was relatively empty, but after getting closer, he realized the reason for the empty private room, and there was an adult sleeping in it.

And there are no other adults on the Hogwarts Express except for the staff and the witches who sell snacks.

After hesitating for a moment, Aaron pushed open the sliding door and walked in with Abe.

But as soon as he sat down, Abe opened his eyes and looked warily at the middle-aged man opposite him.

"what happened?"

"His smell is weird." Abe responded in dragon language, "like a beast living in his body, in human terms it's like a time bomb."

Aaron:  …

Nima!What kind of luck am I?

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't try to be comfortable, even if I just find a cubicle to squeeze in!

"call!"

Aaron took a deep breath, picked up Abe and stood up very naturally but cautiously.

The train hasn't left yet, people haven't woken up yet, so it's still too late to change seats.

But before he could open the sliding door, three people appeared outside the compartment, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

"Uh... give you a piece of advice, don't come in."

"But the other private rooms are full, and there's no room for three people." Hermione said as she opened the door, and Harry and Ron followed suit.

"Oh! This is life, and nine times out of ten it is not satisfactory." Aaron complained secretly in his heart, and sat by the window.

"Aaron, who is this...?" Harry asked, pointing to the sleeping man beside him.

"I do not know either."

"Professor RJ Lupine," whispered Hermione, "it says on his box."

Hearing this, Aaron glanced at the box and felt a lot more relaxed.

As a professor at Hogwarts, even if he has some hidden dangers, he will not be a threat to several of their students.

Wanting to understand this, Aaron looked at the new professor with great interest.

A tattered wizard robe, with some white in the light brown hair, looks about thirty or so, but looks like a sick child.

And the suitcase is also tattered, probably at least ten years old.

"This professor is not a good person at first glance. He is [-]% poor in the teaching circle."

"I see." Ron said with some doubts: "I just don't know if he is qualified for this job."

The position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts seems to be cursed, Quirrell is dead, Lockhart is in prison, and the end is not very good.

"This one should be able to do it," Aaron said. "Last year's Lockhart was a big joke. If Hogwarts recruits a professor again, there must be some basic assessment. No matter how bad it is, you will know the basics."

"hope so!"

"I have something to tell you." Harry glanced at Professor Lupine, making sure he was still sleeping before looking at the three of them solemnly, "Sirius Black may be looking for me, he wants to kill me .”

"No way!" Hermione said in a panic, "How do you know?"

"I overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's conversation last night." Harry said sheepishly, "but I really didn't mean to.

They said that Sirius had been talking in his sleep the day before he escaped from prison, repeating the same sentence: He was at Hogwarts.

He is a loyal servant of the mysterious man, thinking that killing me will bring the mysterious man back to life.

That's why Fudge didn't hold me accountable for blowing up Aunt Marge into a balloon, and put me in Diagon Alley, with the Ministry of Magic escorting me to the train. "

"Uh...Although I don't want to say it like this, Sirius may not have come to kill you." Aaron said, "He has already acted to kill you. Why wait 12 years? It's too sudden."

"Maybe they are preparing for a prison escape." Ron touched his chin and said, "After all, it is Azkaban, and no one has ever escaped from it before."

"No, no, no." Aaron waved his hand, "It's still suspicious, he didn't resist at all when he was caught."

"Maybe it's because you know you can't run away, and if you surrender, you will suffer less flesh and blood.

And he was still laughing after killing three people, completely crazy. "

Aaron blinked, then spread his hands, "Well, I'm speechless."

"Black will be caught," Hermione reassured. "Everyone is looking for him."

At this time, a faint whistle suddenly sounded in the private room.

"What noise?" Aaron looked at Harry's suitcase, "What did you bring?"

"I don't know." Harry hurriedly opened the suitcase and found a small top-shaped thing from a piece of clothing, "Ron gave me a birthday present."

"Is this a looking glass?" Hermione asked curiously looking at the spinning top.

"It will light up and spin when I hear there are suspicious people." Aaron said thoughtfully, "This is not a good omen."

"Don't think too much about it, it's just a bargain." Ron didn't take it seriously. "A magic toy, a shoddy product sold to wizard tourists."

Harry nodded, and stuffed the looking glass into a pair of old socks, he didn't want the little spinning top to wake up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Harry, do you have any plans for Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked excitedly, "It's the only place in England without Muggles, and it has a long history."

"No one signed his permission form." Aaron interjected, and then looked at Harry with some sympathy, "You can think about what you want to buy in advance, and I can help you bring it back when the time comes."

"Thanks." Harry nodded sullenly.

"Why don't you try to ask Professor McGonagall?" Ron whispered, "If it doesn't work, ask Fred and George, they might know the secret passage to the outside of the school."

Hearing this, the corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, "Are your brothers so good?"

"Absolutely not." Hermione resolutely objected, "Black hasn't been caught yet, it will be very dangerous for Harry to leave Hogwarts."

"I think so too." Harry said weakly, "Trouble always finds me."

"It wouldn't be so dangerous if we were with him," Ron said confidently.

"Don't call me." Aaron waved his hands hastily, "You know me well, I don't like trouble."

"But you are the strongest among us." Ron said with some dissatisfaction, "You have defeated the mysterious man when you were young!"

"Low-key, this kind of thing should be low-key." Aaron said a little tiredly. He was confident enough to defeat Black, but there was no need to drag a desperado.

After a few hours, the sky darkened and the black clouds thickened.

The witch pushed the food cart past the door of the stall, "Is there anything you need?"

"Yes." Aaron skillfully took out a Galleon from Abe's pocket, "Give me two bottles of milk, three packs of chocolates, four bottles of fruit juice, five egg tarts, and six lollipops."

"Do you want anything?"

"No." Ron pursed his lips, "My mother prepared sandwiches for us."

"Should we wake him?" Harry pointed to Professor Lupine. "He might need something to eat."

"Let's add three more cakes!" Aaron added, "It's our professor's treat."

"Okay." The witch placed the food Aaron needed on the table, "If you don't have enough, come to me anytime."

Aaron was not restrained either, leaving two bottles of juice and three cakes, and piled up the rest of the snacks in front of Abe.

As it ate, it excitedly stuffed it into its pocket.

Its granary was emptied by the owner a few months ago, and now it can store a little bit.

The train continued to move forward, and as night fell, all the lights in the car were turned on.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, the wind was howling, and the raindrops kept beating the windows, making a crackling sound.

And Professor Lupine seemed to be sleeping all the time, if he wasn't still breathing, they would have wondered if he was still alive.

"I don't like the weather," Aaron said. "Especially on a long-distance train. It's so depressing."

"Be patient." Hermione looked at her watch, "There is still half an hour to arrive at the station."

At this time, the train suddenly came to a sudden brake, the speed was getting slower and slower, and the wheels and rails made harsh sounds.

All the lights went out one after another, and they were trapped on a bridge.

Roar!

Abbe suddenly let out a low growl, quickly jumped onto the table, and stared out the window vigilantly.

"What's going on?" Ron asked nervously.

"Don't move." Aaron suppressed Harry, who was about to go out to have a look. "There's something out there, a lot, and..."

Before the words were finished, a thin layer of ice formed on the window of their compartment, and the temperature dropped instantly. Everyone felt the biting cold.

Seeing the black shadows flashing past outside the car window, Aaron couldn't help swallowing, "And if nothing else happens, that disgusting thing is about to board the train."

"Do you know what it is?" Hermione shuddered as she spoke, "A magical creature?"

"You should have heard of it." Aaron said lightly, "Guards of Azkaban, dementors."