Magic Journey from Hogwarts

On the day Hogwarts started school, it was pouring rain outside.

Jins drove Aaron to Kingdom Cross Station, and moved the suitcase to the express train on platform nine and three quarters.

"Master, I've prepared your dress, if you have any dissatisfaction, please let me know with an owl at any time." Jins smiled meaningfully, "Also, I wish you a happy new semester, this year will be very interesting. "

"With your good words, at least the professors at Hogwarts will not beat people like the ancestors of Wilhelm."

"Not necessarily."

Aaron frowned slightly, "What else are you hiding from me?"

Jins hesitated for a moment, "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a ruthless man."

"Is there nothing else?"

"He's a legendary Auror."

"You know that's not what I want to ask." Aaron said impatiently.

"Uh..." Jins sneered, "It's really inconvenient to say this, the young master will understand when the time comes."

After speaking, he turned around and disappeared into the rain, without giving Aaron a chance to continue asking questions.

Aaron curled his lips in displeasure, hugged Abe and searched for a vacant box in the aisle.

After walking a few steps, he heard Draco's voice, and his eyes lit up involuntarily.

If there was anyone he knew who could know the news of the wizarding world in advance, it must be Malfoy.

Aaron walked towards the box where the voice came from. Draco was complaining to Crabbe and Goyle about the quality of teaching at Hogwarts when he saw Aaron standing at the door.

"Come in." Draco happily opened the sliding door and offered to give up the seat by the window.

"what are you guys saying?"

"Durmstrang." Draco felt a little regretful, "If my mother didn't want me to go so far, I should be studying in that magic school by now.

In Durmstrang, you can learn the real dark arts, while Hogwarts can only teach ridiculous defense. "

"True black magic?" Aaron couldn't help but sneered when he heard that. "You might have a chance this semester."

Draco froze for a moment, then excitedly said, "Could Dumbledore finally agree with Professor Snape to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? He's not an old fool."

"No, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is an Auror."

Hearing this, Draco's interest instantly weakened.

He didn't think Auror's teaching level was any better, at least not comparable to that of Professor Snape.

"I want to ask you something." Aaron looked at Draco seriously, "Is there something important going to happen recently?"

Draco nodded, closed the sliding doors and windows tightly, and then said in a low voice, "Cornel Fudge told my dad that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts.

This is internal information from the Ministry of Magic, which has not yet been released. "

Triwizard Tournament?

Aaron suddenly understood what Jins was hiding from him.

He remembered a divination he did last year, and the crystal ball did show a cup with flames.

But there was also a trace of doubt in his heart. The Triwizard Tournament was just a competitive exchange between the three magic schools, and there was no need to hide it from him at all.

"Are you going to participate?" Draco asked interestedly, "If it was you, you might be able to win this honor."

"Hehe!" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "It's too dangerous, and keeping a low profile is what I always insist on."

"That's such a pity." Draco spread his hands helplessly, "If you don't participate, Potter will probably be in the limelight. He never misses an opportunity to show off himself."

Aaron:  …

There must be a misunderstanding here.

The train continued to travel north, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, knocking on the windows and making crackling noises.

As time passed, the sky became darker and darker, and the black clouds seemed to be pressed down.

This scene was not much worse than last year, but there were no dementors blocking the way, which would only make the students in the car a little more depressed.

It wasn't until night fell that the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, and the students who had changed into school robes got off the train against the heavy rain.

There was a rumble of thunder in the sky, and the first years gathered around Hagrid in the pouring rain.

The weather was quite inclement, but that was no reason to change Hogwarts tradition, first year wizards had to take a boat across the Black Lake to the castle.

As for the wizards who are above the first grade, they will pass through the platform, and thestrals will pull the carriage to send them to Hogwarts in advance.

After getting out of the carriage, Aaron put Abe in his hood and walked to the hall with an umbrella.

"It's raining really hard." Draco wiped the rain from his face, "I would have brought a bigger umbrella if I knew it, and you two didn't remind me."

"We didn't expect the rain to last for so long!" Crabbe said aggrievedly.

"It's just lucky to be drowned." Aaron teased, "First-year wizards have to cross the river in a storm, and if they are not careful, they will fall into the black lake."

"oops!"

A red balloon filled with water suddenly fell from the ceiling and hit Ron accurately on the head, making him even more embarrassed when he was already soaked, and almost hit Harry.

"Haha! Nice work." Draco laughed, "I'm in a much better mood now."

"Peeves." Professor McGonagall roared angrily, "Get down here."

"I didn't do anything." Peeves giggled, and continued to throw the water-filled balloon recklessly until Professor McGonagall moved out of Dumbledore before he reluctantly flew towards the stairs.

Professor McGonagall brought the wizards above the second grade to the auditorium, and quickly turned back.

She had to keep the hall as clean and tidy as possible until the first-year wizards arrived.

The auditorium was very warm, and the students who had been drenched by the rain sat down at the long tables of their colleges.

"The professor of our Defense Against the Dark Arts class has a lot of airs, and he hasn't come yet." Draco looked at the empty seat on the teacher's seat, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if he is late or not, I want to know whether he is reliable or not." Aaron said meaningfully.

Draco also nodded in agreement. No Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has been working for more than a year, especially Gilderoy Lockhart, who was in their second year, is simply a miracle in the wizarding world.

At this time, the door of the auditorium opened, and Professor McGonagall led a row of first-year students to the front of the auditorium.

These little wizards didn't seem to come by ferry, but more like they swam from a lake, and almost no part of their bodies was dry.

Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on the chair, and the patched hat grinned and sang a simple history of the school, introducing the four founders of the college and its own history.

The general meaning is that the sorting hat is fair and just, never misses anyone, and will assign every little wizard to the appropriate academy.

"Next, whoever's name I call will sit on the chair." Professor McGonagall unfolded a long roll of parchment, on which was a list of first-year freshmen, "After the Sorting Hat announces the college, go to the corresponding table. "

Stuart Ackerley - Ravenclaw.

Malcolm Bardock - Slytherin.

Eleanor Branstone - Hufflepuff.

......

There was applause one after another, and each college was warmly welcoming its juniors and juniors.

After the ceremony, almost everyone put their eager eyes on Dumbledore, even Draco, the person who disliked him the most, was no exception.

Dumbledore looked at the staring crowd, opened his arms with a smile, and the amplifying spell allowed his loud voice to reach every corner of the auditorium, "I only have two words to tell you, eat!"

The voice fell, and the golden empty tableware was piled up with hot food.

The students, who had been hungry for almost a day, couldn't hold back immediately, picked up the tableware and started eating like crazy.

"He should have been like this a long time ago." Draco said angrily as he ate.

"Everyone thinks so." Aaron tore off a chicken leg for Abe, poured a large glass of milk, and then slowly cut the steak on his plate.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor still hasn't come." Draco said gloatingly.

"Maybe it was delayed on the way!" Aaron didn't care.

After eating and drinking, the crumbs of the food disappeared together with the tableware, and the long table became clean and tidy again.

Standing in the middle of the teachers' bench, Dumbledore introduced some precautions to the newly entered first-year students as usual, and then looked at the crowd meaningfully, "This year there will be no more House Cup Quidditch tournaments."

"what?"

The students all opened their mouths wide in astonishment, unable to calm down for a while.

The members of the Quidditch student team were even more disbelieving. If the Quidditch match was not held, wouldn't these players be just a display?

Before the auditorium became noisy, a mysterious smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, and his tone became extremely excited, "This is because Hogwarts Castle is not only your home this school year, but also some special guests. s home.

Hogwarts has been chosen to host a very prestigious event..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the auditorium was rudely knocked open, and rumbling thunder also entered the auditorium.

A man wearing a hood stood at the door, and he limped in with a long cane.

His face was covered with scars, and his facial features were damaged to varying degrees. His right eye was small, but his left eye looked like a big protruding eyeball.

"If there is no accident, he should be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Aaron forced a smile, "No wonder Jins said he is a legend among Aurors, and it's a shame to come to the class with half of it disabled Hard enough for him."

"He's a lunatic." Draco's face turned pale. "Mad-Eye Moody, he specializes in fighting dark wizards. Almost all the prisoners in Azkaban know him."

"Not bad." Aaron said, "That means he has quite a lot of experience in fighting against the dark arts. I'm afraid even Professor Snape can't fault him for teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But he's crazy." Draco said with some panic, "It's possible to experiment with black magic in class."

"Isn't that just right?" Aaron frowned slightly, "Aren't you interested in black magic?"

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean he might experiment with students."

Aaron:  …