Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Shenming Hall.

Aaron put the golden egg in the upper left corner of the storage shelf, "I'll leave this thing to you for the time being."

"Do your best!" Miss Nian said nonchalantly, "Today you made a big splash in public, how do you feel?"

"My feeling is that it is best not to have a next time." Aaron said depressedly, "I have been hiding very well in the past three years, but today I exposed three abilities in less than an hour, dragon language, illusion magic, and dragon slayer magic."

"There are also physical fitness and fighting skills far beyond ordinary people."

"Well, four kinds were exposed."

"It's all within the acceptable range, we planned."

"I know, my concern is the remaining two projects.

If it's not done well, the rest can't be hidden. "

"There's no way, all we can do is to fight back with soldiers, and to cover up with water." Missing Body said very bluntly, and then changed the subject, "And as long as I don't expose myself, everything is worth it.

A 14-year-old elementary magister and a 14-year-old elementary magister are two completely different concepts. The former is amazing, while the latter is dreadful. "

Hearing this, Aaron pouted, and then opened the mission panel.

[Participate in the Triwizard Tournament;

Completing the mission rewards 2000 magic points, and there is no penalty for mission failure, accepted (1/3 completed)]

[Win the Triwizard Championship;

Completing the mission rewards 1000 magic points, and there is no penalty for mission failure, accepted]

The rewards are not too small, but they are not enough for him now.

Not to mention becoming a god of magic, there is still a long way to go before being a holy magister.

However, Aaron didn't complain. At the level of the great magister, if he wanted to improve his strength, he would have to put in ten times or even dozens of times more effort than before.

Compared to others, he is already cheating. If Dumbledore knew it, he would cry with envy.

......

After the first competition event, everything seemed to be back on track.

Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang all started normal classes as usual.

The five warriors were not in a hurry to crack the clues of the golden egg. After all, there were still a few months before the second event, and they had a lot of time to squander.

It was colder in December, but the dozen or so snails in Care of Fantastic Beasts didn't feel it at all.

They are now close to two meters, and their tails are constantly exploding and breathing fire, coupled with disgusting thorns and suckers, they are veritable monsters.

Hagrid made the students put a lot of effort into stuffing them into the box in class, and many of them had burns and scratches on their bodies.

"I really don't understand why he is our professor of protection of magical beasts." Draco said with a look of resentment.

"Malfoy, you have to be respectful to Professor Hagrid," said Harry.

"Don't be kidding." Draco opened his sleeves, revealing a red scar on his arm, "Your shoulder was injured too, right?

The truth is, this class is even more dangerous than Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Compared with Hagrid, I suddenly feel that our Mad-Eye Professor is much cuter. "

"Okay, both of you." Aaron smoothed things over a little tiredly, "Let's not say a few words!"

"Okay." Draco said reluctantly, "but I really don't think he's worthy of being a teacher."

"In fact, Hagrid still knows a lot about magical beasts, but the slush doesn't seem to be within the scope of his understanding."

Crabbe and Goyle walked over from a box. Their robes were cut into more than a dozen cuts, and blood leaked from a few shallow bloodstains, looking particularly distressed.

"Tsk! It seems that I really need to mention it to my dad." Draco frowned, "Even if we can't change the professor of protection of magical beasts, we have to change to a magical animal, otherwise we will be killed by him sooner or later."

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and nodded approvingly.

In the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall walked off the podium after assigning homework.

"I have a few words to say to all of you, the Christmas Ball is coming up.

This is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to mingle with foreign guests.

Prom is only open to students above grade [-], but you can invite a junior student if you wish.

The time is from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] on Christmas Eve. When that time comes, you will change into your gowns and gather in the auditorium. "

"Professor." Aaron raised his right hand and asked, "Can I not participate?"

Professor McGonagall froze for a moment, then said with a straight face: "Of course not.

Not only to participate, but also to show Hogwarts style, after all, we are the host school. "

"And what if someone can't dance?"

"Come to me to learn, the location is set in the transformation class classroom.

There are still more than half a month, and I promise to teach you. "Professor McGonagall said righteously, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has been respected for thousands of years, and I will never allow you to tarnish its reputation overnight. "

Aaron pouted, feeling that Professor McGonagall was making a big deal out of a molehill.

It sounds ridiculous that thousands of years of reputation should be affected because someone can't dance.

At this time, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students stuffed their books into their backpacks one after another, causing chaos in the classroom.

"Potter, Gaius, you two stay here." Professor McGonagall said loudly, "I have something to tell you."

The two looked at each other, and sat back in their seats tacitly.

After everyone left, Professor McGonagall walked between the two, "According to the past tradition, the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament dance, so you must have your own partners."

"What?" Aaron opened his mouth wide in astonishment, "Isn't this tradition a bit difficult?"

"What partner?" Harry asked in a daze.

"Dance partner, the dance partner of the Christmas ball." Aaron said a little unnaturally, "You have lived with Muggle relatives for more than ten years, so you don't even understand this?"

Harry's eyes glazed over, and he shuddered at the thought of his uncle and aunt at those parties.

"Professor, I don't..."

"No." Professor McGonagall interrupted him resolutely, as if he knew what he was going to say, "The warrior is the representative of the school and the face of Hogwarts, so you can't refuse."

"Professor, I'm sorry to ask.

If I have something to do at home, or if I'm not at school for Christmas break, can I...not go. "

"It's a smart idea, but unfortunately, I can't." Professor McGonagall said meaningfully, "Miss Klein knows about the Yule Ball, and she asked me to tell you that you must attend."

"She's too lenient!" Aaron said angrily, "Don't say she's just my cousin, even my parents..."

"That's what your parents meant too."

Great gift crab!

Aaron felt like hundreds of millions of mud horses galloping past.

"Understood, I will participate."

"Very good." Professor McGonagall nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Harry, "Potter, do you have any questions?"

"No, no more."

"Then I hope you can find a dance partner as soon as possible."

Both of them walked out of the classroom with a sigh, depressed that they had to go to the Yule Ball.

"Forgive me!" Harry smiled wryly, "Finding a partner to dance with is even more difficult than tree peaks."

"You can do it yourself!" Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder, "For the sake of our sympathy, I will give you a piece of advice, quickly find a dance partner, if it is later, others will pick the rest."

"Not only do you have to find a partner, you also have to be able to dance.

can you dance "

Aaron raised his right hand, and there was an imperceptible gap between his index finger and thumb, "I understand this a little bit."

The corners of Harry's eyes twitched slightly, and he thought he knew Aaron better.

A little bit, that's a million bit!

......

On the second day, Hogwarts was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Many people are excited about the upcoming dance, and the girls are more passionate, and they can be seen discussing the Christmas party in groups of three or four almost everywhere.

The five warriors of the Triwizard Tournament naturally became popular items, and from time to time, people came to invite them to be dance partners.

Aaron didn't know how the other warriors did it. He rejected the invitations of three girls in one morning, but when he thought that No.4 and No.5 would come to invite him, he felt a headache.

No, you still have to act as soon as possible!

If things go on like this, it will be a matter of time before they get annoyed to death.

After hesitating for a long time, Aaron picked up Abe and walked towards the library.

Not surprisingly, a group of girls chattered around Krum, as if they were discussing who he would pick as his dance partner.

Not far away, Hermione was reading a book quietly by herself.

"I knew you were here." Aaron put Abe on the desk, then looked at Hermione opposite, and asked directly, "Miss Granger, would you like to be my dance partner?"

"what?"

A blush rose on Hermione's face, and her heart not only jumped up.

After being dazed for a while, she blushed and turned her eyes to the book.

"I promise."

"That's good." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the first time I've invited a girl to dance. Fortunately, you didn't refuse, otherwise I would be embarrassed."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Among the girls at Hogwarts, I know you the best. Who else can I look for if I don't look for you?" Aaron said very bluntly.

"Just for this reason?" The corners of Hermione's eyes twitched slightly, and a look of complexity flashed in her eyes.

"Not all of them." Aaron scratched his head, "First of all, you are the most reliable person I know, you can save a lot of trouble, and second, you are very beautiful..."

"Wait." Hermione interrupted hastily, "I'm beautiful? You really think so?"

Aaron froze for a moment, looked at the girl in front of him carefully, and couldn't help but sneered: "How unconfident are you in yourself?"

Hermione smiled embarrassedly, "Looks like I have to dress up for the prom."