Magic Journey from Hogwarts

After the Chinese New Year, it was a new semester, and the students returned to Hogwarts one after another.

The news that Harry had received the Firebolt spread quickly, Gryffindor team captain Oliver Wood danced with excitement, and the rest of the team members were also given a shot in the arm.

The Firebolt is a world-class standard broomstick, even all the Nimbus 2001s of the Slytherin team combined cannot compare to this one.

Harry was already an excellent Seeker, and equipped with this kind of broomstick, it would be unreasonable for him to lose.

Professor Lupine will also teach Harry the Patronus Charm to ward off dementors, which reassures them completely. Wood even strikes while the iron is hot, increasing the number of training sessions to five times a week.

The intensity of this training is not weak, but none of them complained, instead they cooperated quite well.

Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup for seven consecutive years, and Wood is also graduating this year. His only expectation may be to lead the Gryffindor team to win the Quidditch Cup before leaving.

......

library.

Aaron was conceiving the design drawings of the secret base, and Hermione put a pile of books on the desk in the library, looking a lot more anxious than usual.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron opened his eyes slightly, "Arithmetic divination charts, rune dictionaries, diagrams for Muggles moving heavy objects...

Your will really shocked me. It's been a semester and you still haven't given up. "

"Stop it, I feel a lot of pressure right now.

But I really can't bear to give up these classes, why aren't you tired? "

"Maybe I gave up arithmetic divination!"

"Liar, what I said is that you are also taking several courses at the same time, but you are not... in a hurry like me." Hermione asked suspiciously.

In the elective class, she was racing against time, dragging her tired body to attend lectures, take notes, and then face homework that could be stacked several feet high, but Aaron seemed particularly relaxed. Not only did she not show the slightest fatigue, she was free Time can still slip or something.

"This is the gap between a top student and a top student." Aaron pointed to his head solemnly, "I can remember more things than you think."

"What about homework? How did you write so many homework?"

Of course it is handed over to the mind body, isn't that what the avatar is for?

"Of course it was written by hand.

In fact, I also thought about writing with my feet, but it was a little more difficult. "

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, "You're so funny."

"Uh... I just thought you were praising me."

"Yes, I'm complimenting you." Hermione pushed a pile of notes in front of him impatiently, "Check it for me and see if there is anything that needs to be added."

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled embarrassingly, "Are you embarrassed to let me do such a thing?"

"Are you ashamed if you don't help me as a friend?" Hermione asked back, "If you don't help me, no one will be able to help me."

Aaron choked for a moment, feeling a little stuffy inexplicably.

"Okay! But you can't just let me do it alone!

What about Harry and Ron?Shouldn't you ask them to share it first? "

"Harry is busy practicing the Patronus Charm."

"How is he learning?" Aaron asked curiously.

"Barely." Hermione shook her head slightly, "The Patronus Charm is a very profound magic that ordinary magicians may never be able to learn.

It took Harry a month to summon only a vague Patronus, and he would not be so easily fainted in the face of a dementor. "

"That's not enough!" Aaron frowned, "There are at least a hundred dementors outside Hogwarts."

"That's right!" Hermione sighed, "But it's quite remarkable that a third-year wizard can do this. At least there won't be any accidents in the Quidditch field."

"Forget it, Harry, what about Ron?

Asking him to help you with your homework is a bit difficult, but he can still check the homework, right? "

"Don't mention him to me," said Hermione indignantly. "His Scabbers is missing."

"It's very satisfying." Aaron said without thinking, but he noticed Hermione's red eyes, and he put Abe on the desk decisively, "Uh...Abe wanted to kill Scabbers the first time he saw him .”

Abe nodded affirmatively, it really didn't like the mouse.

Seeing this, Hermione felt a little better, and continued: "He suspects that Crookshanks ate his rats, and it's simply unreasonable."

"Crookshanks is a cat after all." Aaron said with a smile, "It's perfectly normal for a cat to catch a mouse."

"You think it's Crookshanks too?" Hermione's eyes showed a trace of unkindness and the heartache of being distrusted.

Gollum!

Aaron swallowed, and immediately changed his words: "I have always hated this kind of random speculation about suspects without evidence.

Crookshanks has a fair amount of hostility towards Scabbers though, but since no one saw it, it probably wasn't it. "

"Actually, a few orange cat hairs were found on the floor of Ron's dormitory." Hermione said weakly.

Aaron:  …

What is the difference between you and talking nonsense with your eyes open?

"That... maybe you don't want to hear it, but if you have time, get a new ration for Crookshanks, no, a new mouse for Ron."

Hermione pursed her lips forcedly, and lowered her head aggrievedly to sort out her homework.

"Well, I'm unlucky." Aaron patted his forehead and took out Captain Jack's compass.

"what is this?"

"A magical compass, it can point to what you think in your heart." Aaron said seriously, and then stared at the pointer of the compass. The pointer that was originally stationary began to rotate slowly, and there was no intention of stopping.

"This is?"

"This is good news." Aaron smiled. "Banban is still alive, and the compass points to its location. Do you want to find it?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, then shook her head coldly, "No, Scabbers will run back if nothing happens. I'll wait for Ron to apologize to me and Crookshanks."

Aaron blinked, tried to laugh but couldn't.

"Wait." Hermione suddenly thought of something, "This compass should also be able to find the location of Sirius Black, if he can be caught..."

Snapped!

Without saying a word, Aaron closed the cover of the compass and stuffed it into Abbe's pocket.

"Aaron, am I wrong?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"True, but I don't want to make trouble."

"Trouble? How can this be trouble?"

"Of course it's troublesome." Aaron sighed deeply, "Sirius is not important, but the person behind him is Voldemort. Although he has not been fully resurrected now, it cannot be denied that he has a large number of loyal followers.

I've offended Voldemort to death, but he's no threat to me now, nor are his followers. "

"what do you mean?"

"If they knew that I sent Voldemort's loyal servants to Azkaban, they might seek revenge on me. There is no shortage of desperadoes in that group."

"Then if you give the compass to Dumbledore..."

"Impossible, there is absolutely no such possibility." Aaron didn't want to refuse directly.

It would be a little risk for him to catch Sirius Black, but with his current strength, this risk can be ignored.

But if the compass was handed over to Dumbledore, the risk would not be so great. He never really believed in the character of this wizard who had been on the White Devil's throne for decades.

"I hope the dementors can be more powerful, otherwise Harry may have to stay in the castle for a long time."

"But at least it's safe."

......

Saturday, eleven o'clock.

Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw at the Quidditch pitch.

Harry Potter made a high-profile appearance riding a Firebolt. In order to prevent dementors, he hid his wand in his sleeve so that he could use the Patronus Charm at any time.

There was nothing he could do about it, after all the dementors had left him with too much of a shadow, even if Dumbledore was at the scene, he felt a little guilty.

The Firebolt is very fast and has an absolute speed advantage in the game.

From time to time, the narrator Jordan inserted a few words about the background of the Firebolt. The speed, performance, and sense of balance are all good. If they didn’t know him well, they would really suspect that Jordan paid money to advertise for the Firebolt.

"Has Ravenclaw changed to a Seeker?" Aaron looked curiously at the only girl in the Ravenclaw team.

"His name is Cho Chang, and Wood said she was a very good Seeker." Ron said, "But her broom is terrible, but the Comet series and the Firebolt are simply incomparable."

"Indeed, the speed of the Firebolt is much faster than my magic carpet." Aaron said indifferently, "But that's not what I want to talk about. Don't you think Qiu Zhang is very beautiful?"

"Hmm... maybe!" Hermione said blushing a little, with a tremor in her voice.

"Hmph!" Ron snorted coldly, "At least he looks much better than someone."

"Ron, don't be so eccentric there."

"Am I wrong?"

"You two," interrupted Aaron, "don't get me wrong, I said Harry Potter thought she was pretty.

Didn't you find it?Harry was overtaken by Cho Chang several times in a row. His Firebolt was much faster than a comet, and he would be stopped again and again when he was chasing the Snitch. "

Hearing this, the two hurriedly turned their eyes to the Quidditch pitch and found that it was indeed the case.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw fought back and forth and had a certain upper hand, but the Firebolt, which they regarded as their trump card, was overtaken by the comet broom again and again, and was even forced to change direction.

"The Firebolt isn't really cursed, is it?" Hermione said a little uneasy.

"Harry has tried flying many times, and there is no problem at all." Ron said, but his face became a little unnatural, "It's so despicable, Ravenclaws sent out a beautiful firebolt knowing that they couldn't match the speed of the Firebolt." Seeker.

We have to remind him that there is Wood, or Gryffindor might lose. "

"Idiot." Aaron rolled his eyes. He just wanted to express that Harry might be interested in that girl. How did it become a beauty trick in Ron's mouth?

"It's really self-righteous." Hermione also looked at him with some disgust, "Harry won't be so indiscriminate!"

Just as Ron was about to say something, he heard Ms. Hooch whistling, followed by Jordan's commentary: Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch and Gryffindor won.