Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"I...I don't know?" Hermione blushed, it was the first time she said she didn't know in class, but she really didn't know what to do.

A friend or close relative turned into a werewolf is chilling just thinking about it.

Perhaps Neville's approach was right, and escape might be the best option in that case.

"It seems that the know-it-all doesn't know everything." Snape said eccentrically, "Gaius, you answer."

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled forcedly, "Well...my personal idea is to disable the werewolf so that there is no threat."

"I heard that, this is the standard answer."

"Professor..." Hermione hesitated to speak, "We may not be able to beat werewolves."

"Then you have to think carefully about the gap between you and others." Snape said as a matter of course, "Submit a paper to me next Monday, two rolls of parchment, the content is about werewolves, focusing on how to identify and kill werewolves ..."

"But there's Quidditch tomorrow," Harry interjected.

Today is Friday, and he has to work overtime for training, and tomorrow is Saturday, and he will officially participate in the competition, which means that he only has one day to do his homework.

In addition to Snape's two rolls of parchment, there were other homework assignments, and unless he had a clone, it was impossible to finish them.

Snape suddenly moved his face closer to Harry, and said coldly: "Then I suggest you take extra care of Mr. Potter, you still have to write articles if you have an arm or a leg.

Now turn the book to page 394, the werewolf is called Wolfe, made up of the two Anglo-Saxon words Wo and Wolfe..."

After class, everyone left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Aaron said to Snape who was packing up the equipment speechlessly, "Professor, you are really bored sometimes, you know that?"

"Oh? You think I shouldn't teach them how to deal with werewolves?"

"No, this is still necessary.

There is a time bomb in the school, and it is only natural to teach students how to defuse the bomb. "Aaron smiled wryly, "What I want to say is that you make me a person who doesn't want to answer questions to answer questions, which is somewhat difficult. "

"This is the teacher's prerogative, and you can choose not to answer." Snape shook his head calmly, "As long as you say 'don't know' like Miss Granger."

Aaron:  …

The next day, the weather was worse than expected.

The wind howled, the thunder rolled, and the torrential rain poured down.

It would be depressing to hide indoors under such weather, but the Quidditch pitch is full of people. All the teachers and students in the school enjoy the game in such an exciting and tense environment.

Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff.

The red and yellow figures were particularly blurry in the rain, which had a great impact on each player, and the broomsticks were more difficult to control than usual.

Aaron hid under a large umbrella, and Abe held a fruit plate and waved his paws happily.

"Watching the game in this environment really has a different taste!" Aaron said with emotion, "It's so exciting, it's hell mode."

"Fortunately, my hand was injured, otherwise it would be Slytherin." Draco gloated and said with a smile, "Look at Potter, he wears glasses, I doubt whether he can see his team members clearly .”

"I'm afraid to disappoint you, but Hermione has put a spell on his glasses so that the rain can't obstruct his vision."

"That's okay." Draco didn't take it seriously, "He's drowned now, and this scene doesn't happen all the time.

Gryffindor is leading now, but as long as the Snitch is not caught, the game may not be over until the evening. "

Click!

Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and hit the broom of Gryffindor suitor Angelina.

Flames ignited at the end of the broom, and she clung to the handle of the broom tightly, trying to make an emergency landing, but she still slammed into the platform uncontrollably.

At the critical moment, Harry rode the Nimbus 2000 and knocked her into the crowd, barely saving her life.

After that, he immediately adjusted his direction and flew towards the sky.

One of the Hufflepuffs was about to catch the Snitch, but unfortunately, a bolt of lightning fell through the Snitch and hit him.

Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors both exited with one player out, again level.

Watching the yellow figure fall from beside him to the ground, Harry was stunned for a few seconds, a little at a loss.

At this time, the outline of a black dog appeared in the clouds, which was illuminated by lightning, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he chased after the snitch.

He flew higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the Snitch.

But gradually he felt a bone-piercing cold, a figure in a black robe flew towards him, and as it approached, a layer of frost formed on the Nimbus 2000.

Dementors!

Harry's heart skipped a beat, he didn't understand why the dementors appeared here, but thinking of the 'ominous' that appeared before, he knew that he had to leave the high altitude immediately.

But within a few seconds of his flight, he sadly found himself surrounded. Hundreds of dementors occupied the area. He narrowly escaped one, two, three, but the fourth dementor When the monster passed by him, he opened his disgusting mouth and made a wheezing sound.

Familiar fear struck, Harry closed his glasses in pain, loosened his hands unconsciously, and fell from a height. Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the process of his parents being killed.

The people on the platform noticed the presence of the dementors, but all this happened in a flash. Before they could react, they saw a red figure doing free fall.

"This is extreme sports!

I was absolutely right not to join the Quidditch team. Aaron gasped, then drew out his wand and pointed it at Harry Potter, who was falling rapidly.

The white light flickered on Harry, and his descent slowed down a bit.

"What did you do?" Draco asked curiously.

"It's nothing, I just added a protective spell to him, and by the way, turned his accelerated movement into a uniform movement." Aaron said simply, "I can only do this for him, and I believe others will not. Will turn a blind eye!."

As he spoke, he looked towards the teacher's seat.

A third-year student of his can make a move in time, and these professors have no reason why they can't respond.

I saw Dumbledore standing up. He didn't use his wand, but just said a spell to Harry to reduce the shock and stop the speed, so as to ensure his safety.

He then casts the Patronus Charm on the sky, knocking all the dementors back.

Aaron raised his eyebrows. He also had the confidence to deal with hundreds of dementors, but he couldn't do it as calmly as Dumbledore. It seemed as easy as releasing a simple floating spell, with almost no consumption.

Dumbledore also seemed to have noticed something, looked at him tens of meters away, and gave him a kind smile.

Originally, Aaron didn't feel the cold, but this smile made him shiver uncontrollably.

The Quidditch game didn't stop because of this accident, but Gryffindor lacked the most critical seeker, so there was no suspense about the result.

Hufflepuff won the match, and Cedric caught the Snitch, but he didn't feel like he had won. Instead, he demanded a fair rematch, which Wood refused.

"I suddenly appreciate this senior." Aaron said with a smile, "Flint and the others should really learn from him."

"Pull it down!" Draco shrugged helplessly, "To be honest, it's a miracle that Slytherin can persist for two years without fouling."

"Oh!" Aaron sighed slightly, "I'm going to see Harry Potter."

"Me too." Draco said excitedly.

"No, you can't go." Aaron stopped him immediately, "Going at this time is like adding salt to the wound, and it will drive him crazy."

Draco hesitated for a moment, then nodded regretfully, "Then tell him something for me, don't forget the homework of Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Are you a devil?" Aaron rolled his eyes, then picked up Abe and rushed to the school hospital.

Harry was already awake when he arrived, and the Weasleys, Hermione, Neville and other Gryffindors were surrounding his hospital bed.

"It seems that you are lucky, you have no missing arms or broken legs." Aaron said slowly.

"Is this considered consolation?" Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "The Gryffindor team lost, to Hufflepuff."

"I should be glad that I didn't get hurt when I fell from such a high place. I don't want to win or lose!" Aaron said as he dug out a bag of chocolates from Abe's pocket, "You may need this."

"Thanks." Harry tore off the wrapping paper and ate a piece, barely feeling his physical strength recover a bit, "Wood must be very unhappy!"

"Yes." Fred said with regret. "He has high hopes for this game, but he won't complain. No one would have thought that a dementor would suddenly enter the school."

"Dumbledore was so furious, he drove them away after saving you," Hermione said.

"You really should learn the Patronus Charm." Aaron reminded, "There is no delay!"

"There is one more thing you should know." Ron hesitantly opened the cloth bag in his arms, and the remains of the broom were clearly presented in front of Harry.

Click!

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the other people around the hospital bed seem to have heard the sound of heartbreak.

"This thing... probably can't be repaired!" Aaron said with a sneer, the repairing spell is not a panacea, if it is an ordinary thing, it's okay, but the broomstick is a magic item, and it is so rotten that it can only be used as firewood up.

"There's nothing you can do about it." Ron looked at Harry embarrassedly, "When you fell, it was blown to the Whomping Willow by the wind.

You know that tree doesn't like being hit.

But the wreckage was here, and Professor Flitwick had been very careful when he retrieved it. "

Looking at the dozen pieces of wood and twigs, Harry felt his heart convulse, and his eyes gradually lost their color.

His favorite thing is Quidditch, and this broomstick has been with him for two years. It is his most cherished thing and his best friend.

"This kind of look is very similar to a friend of mine. He is also like this when he is confused. If he uses one word to describe it, he is lifeless."

After the words fell, Aaron successfully caught everyone's eyes.

"Uh...no need to be so pessimistic, I might be able to fix it."

"Really?" Harry grabbed Aaron's hands eagerly, a gleam of light bloomed in his dull eyes.

"Hehe!" Aaron smiled far-fetched, and pulled his hand out forcefully, "I can only restore it to its original state, but it only looks fine, and it is impossible to take off again.

In other words, it can only stay with you as a toy model in the future. "

Harry Potter: ? ? ?