Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Is Draco okay?" Pansy Parkinson asked Aaron in the hallway, and the others waited nervously for the answer.

"He should be fine after recuperating for a while. Ms. Pomfrey is bandaging him. You can visit him later."

After the words fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Gryffindor was even more relieved than Slytherin, because the degree of Draco's injury determined the severity of Hagrid's punishment.

"That's good." Pansy complained. "He should be fired."

"It's all Malfoy's own fault." Dean Thomas said bluntly.

"This is indeed a large part of the reason." Aaron did not refute, "If Draco hadn't insulted Buckbeak, he wouldn't have been hurt.

But Hagrid was big enough, and his first class was really interesting, but hippogriffs were still quite dangerous for third-year students. "

"He won't be expelled?" Harry asked worriedly, if he was expelled from the school after the first class, Hagrid might not be able to withstand such a blow.

"No." Aaron shook his head, "Draco said he wouldn't trouble Hagrid, but Buckbeak may not, no matter what the reason, it really hurt Draco Malfoy , This is what everyone has seen with their own eyes.”

The three of Harry looked at each other, feeling particularly displeased with this result.

Buckbeak was even more innocent than Hagrid. Malfoy was to blame for everything, but the blame fell on him.

But there is nothing they can do about it, they can only hope that the punishment will not be too severe.

......

It was a few days later that Draco showed up in Potions class.

His right arm was wrapped in a bandage and hung from a strap, which looked bad, but was actually better.

Professor Snape asked everyone to make a shrinking potion, which can make the drinker shrink or change into a younger form.

Draco made full use of his status as a wounded person to seek help from Professor Snape in class, and Snape also cooperated very much, directly arranging Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who he disliked the most, to help him .

Ron cut the daisy roots for him, and Harry peeled the figs for him. Seeing the aggrieved but helpless faces of the two rivals, Draco felt relieved.

After preparing a bottle of green potion, Aaron shook his head speechlessly after watching this scene, "Do you want to be so boring?"

Draco raised his arm pretendingly, and smiled triumphantly: "I'm a wounded person, you can't ask me to cut these materials with one hand!"

"Crabbe and Goyle will be happy to help you."

"They don't have Potter and Weasley at their disposal." Draco had a teasing smile on his face, "Besides, this was arranged by Professor Snape.

Just for your sake, otherwise I'd have Granger slice up the caterpillar for me. "

"Orange." Professor Snape suddenly roared loudly. In front of him was a trembling Neville Longbottom. It was no wonder that his shrinking potion must have failed.

"Gaius, you tell this elm head, what did he do wrong?"

"Uh...it should be the addition of too much mouse spleen and leech juice."

"What are the consequences?"

"If you want to commit suicide, you can drink it and try it."

"Understood." Professor Snape said sternly, "I asked you to prepare a shrinking potion, not a poison.

We're going to give your toad a few drops of this potion before the end of this lesson, which may inspire you to make it work. "

Neville shivered, tears welling in his eyes.

After Snape walked away, he recovered from his panic, choked up and asked Hermione beside him for help.

Aaron sighed, turned around and changed his potion with Neville's, "Be more serious next time."

"Ah, thanks, but..."

"Come on, if you don't change your Raffles, you will probably be poisoned to death."

Hearing this, Neville burst into tears of gratitude, and accepted a shrinking potion with tears in his eyes.

"Actually, I can help him change it." Hermione said a little unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, I don't doubt that you have this ability, but... are you really not tired?" Aaron asked meaningfully, "Do you have no idea how many classes you have to take today?"

Hermione opened her mouth and lowered her head helplessly.

Time-Turner is indeed very useful, but it can't relieve fatigue. Her study load is much greater than that of others. It is a lie that she is not tired.

"If I were you, I would take the time to sleep for a while. It's a miracle that you can persist for half a semester."

"Forget it, this is a Potions class!"

"It is recommended that you try it in the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall may understand you."

"That's even worse." Hermione smiled wryly, "I can't let her down."

"She will not be disappointed, she will only feel that it is extenuating."

Hearing this, Hermione gave him a blank look.

She can still persist now, but she will feel powerless after a long time.

"Wait, why aren't you tired?" Hermione asked suspiciously. She could see Aaron when she was taking two classes at the same time, but he looked radiant and didn't feel tired at all.

"Uh...you'll find out later."

"fine."

At this time, Simon Finnigan took out a copy of the "Daily Prophet" and quietly placed it in front of Harry Potter, "Someone has discovered Sirius Black."

"Where is it?" Harry and Ron asked immediately. They both felt that the 'unknown' that Professor Trelawney said had a lot to do with Sirius Black, so they were particularly concerned about his news.

"Dufftown, not far from here.

The Muggles found out and they called the hotline thinking he was just an ordinary criminal. "

"He came looking for you, Potter." Draco said playfully, "You can try to catch him alone, this is a great opportunity for revenge.

It's a little risky, but if I were you I wouldn't let the dementors take on him. "

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Harry frowned.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, "You don't know?

I almost forgot, you grew up in the Muggle world, you can be forgiven for not knowing.

But the Ministry of Magic didn't tell you about it, your parents..."

"Cough cough!"

Aaron coughed, interrupting Draco.

"Do you know anything, too?" Harry asked, looking at Aaron, "What does Sirius have to do with my parents?"

"Don't get me wrong." Aaron spread his hands, "I don't know anything.

There are many things in the magic world, and Sirius is just out of my understanding. "

"Malfoy." Harry was about to ask him when Snape's voice came over.

"It's almost time, now let's test Longbottom's potion."

Snape strode up to Neville, both Gryffindor and Slytherin spontaneously surrounded him.

"Let's see what Longbottom's toad will turn into. If his shrinking potion succeeds, it will turn into a tadpole, but if it fails, his toad will be poisoned to death."

As he spoke, Snape scooped up a spoonful of the potion, looked at the bright and dazzling green in the spoon, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

He glanced at Aaron indiscriminately, and then poured the spoonful of potion down the throat of Toad Raffle.

puff!

Toad turned into a tadpole and writhed in Snape's hand.

The Gryffindor students cheered, because it meant that Neville's shrinking potion was successfully prepared.

With a dark face, Snape took out a small bottle, dripped a few drops of liquid on the tadpole, and it turned into a toad again.

"get out of class is over," Snape said, "Gaius stay."

After everyone else left the classroom, Snape looked at Aaron helplessly, "You didn't like meddling in your own business before."

"Professor, what do you mean?"

"Hmph! Do you dare to say that you didn't help Longbottom?"

"Maybe it's not me?"

"Gaius, I'm the Potions professor, and I know the level of each of you very well." Snape put Neville's shrinking potion in front of Aaron, "Look carefully, you can find the problem. "

Aaron raised his eyebrows. He didn't think he would make a mistake on such a difficult potion.

"There's nothing wrong with it, there's nothing wrong with it." Aaron commented, but a look of embarrassment appeared on his face just after he finished speaking, "It's careless."

"Except for you and me in the classroom, it seems that no one can make the perfect shrinking potion!" Snape said meaningfully.

It's fine if you cheat, you're still so aboveboard.

Do you think the teacher is a fool for copying homework and name together?

"That...professor, I just don't want to see Longbottom crying, it's too ugly."

"Really?" Snape snorted coldly, "I'm not going to be an example."

"Thank you."

"I'm not finished yet," Snape added. "I can let it go this time, but you have to do me a favor."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, regretting helping Neville out of the siege.

"Professor, please tell me."

"There's a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, you know that?"

"Isn't that a Gryffindor class?" Aaron asked puzzled.

"Yes, it's also RJ Lupine's first class.

I'll take you there when the time comes, and all you have to do is beat all the Gryffindors in his class, especially Harry Potter. "

"It's not appropriate!" Aaron refused with a smile.

Snape meant to mess things up, not that he couldn't do it, on the contrary, he was very confident in his ability.

But that was his first class after all, so it was somewhat unkind to do so.

"There's nothing inappropriate. Lupine and I are old acquaintances."

Aaron:  …

"Professor, may I ask, do you have any personal grievances with Professor Lupine?"

Snape nodded after being silent for a moment, "I didn't like him when I was in Hogwarts."

"That's not going to drag me into the water!" Aaron laughed angrily. He suddenly felt that this class was a conspiracy. No matter whether he helped Neville Longbottom or not, Professor Snape would make this request.

"Don't worry, I have your back."

"It's not a matter of not being able to support yourself. I have a bottom line in life."

"Dumbledore." Snape said suddenly, "Principal Dumbledore seems to know about Professor Trelawney's prophecy to you. He always wanted to talk to you alone, but he was told by me, the head of Slytherin." stopped."

"Don't talk about professor." Aaron interrupted with a solemn hand, "You are my most respected teacher, your business is my business, and I will definitely help you."

"Don't force it!"

"It's not forced at all." Aaron didn't change his face, but he was already cursing in his heart.

Fuck Fake!

Threats, this is a naked threat.

But he had to admit it was useful, he would rather offend the new professor than deal with Dumbledore, the old bastard was a lot harder than Gandalf.