Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"I teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Aaron's eyes widened in astonishment, "Are you serious?"

The three nodded in unison, with affirmation in their tense expressions.

"Etc., etc.

Sit down first, let me take it easy!

The three of Harry looked at each other and sat at the same table with Aaron.

"Because Umbridge doesn't teach well, so you want me to be your teacher?"

"It can be understood that way.

Although sudden, we all agree that you are the best fit. "

"Hehe! I really don't understand where you have the face to say such things."

Ron blushed slightly, "Is there a problem?"

"It's a big problem." Aaron glanced at him speechlessly, and said a little angrily: "You are the youngest son of the Weasley family of pure-blood wizards, and your talent is enough to be called excellent even in Hogwarts." .

Your two older brothers are seventh-year wizards who are about to graduate, your buddy Harry Potter can summon a complete Patronus to repel dementors, and Hermione Granger is the top three schoolmasters in the school. Can't they teach you together? "

Ron:  …

It seems to be okay, just feel a little stuffy.

"Ahem!" Hermione coughed, "That's not what it said.

Regardless of Ron's talent, his academic performance is obvious to all. If it weren't for Mrs. Weasley's spur, he would have let himself go. "

"Hermione." Ron opened his mouth wide and said sullenly, "How can you say that?"

This is telling the truth... and let yourself go?Is he shameless?

"Sorry, but shut up if you want to copy my homework."

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, and he looked at Harry aggrievedly.

Inexplicably, he felt that his heart had been pricked, and it hurt so much.

Harry shook his head sympathetically at him, expressing that he couldn't help, after all, Ron was not the only one who needed to copy homework.

"George and Fred are indeed seventh grade students, but they are both busy with their careers and don't pay much attention to their studies, and they only passed three of the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations.

As for me and Harry... we're both self-aware, probably less than half as good as you. "

"I can understand that you don't want to waste time on theory, but you and Harry combined are enough to get a good grade in the exam, and I don't need my help."

"Don't pretend to be confused, okay?" Hermione laughed angrily at Aaron's perfunctory attitude, "You know what we want is not test scores, but practical ability.

We have to prepare for the confrontation with You-Know-Who, but we did not expect the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to be so irresponsible. "

"Hmm..." Aaron hesitated for a while, and said hesitantly, "I almost understand the meaning, and your practical ability is not bad, especially Harry, who has fought against Voldemort before."

"I can't compare to you, you are the third level of the Triwizard Tournament..."

In the middle of speaking, Harry's voice stopped abruptly.

Because Abe was looking at him with harmless eyes, but his two front paws had already exposed sharp claws.

"What's wrong with me?" Aaron played with taste, "You should keep talking!"

Gollum!

Harry swallowed hard.

He didn't think Abe would attack him, but he didn't dare to bet that a dragon could do more damage than Umbridge's confinement.

"nothing?"

Aaron gave him a 'sensible' look, and then said: "It's best not to spread false remarks about me casually, or tomorrow you will find all the students in Slytherin going around claiming that someone's brain is wrong."

Harry Potter:  …

What is this?Chiguoguo's warning?

"What's wrong with you two?" Hermione looked at the two suspiciously, always feeling that they had something to hide from them.

"That's not important." Aaron waved his hand casually.

"In short, we need you very much now, you have dealt with Voldemort several times." Hermione said with a sneer, and laughed at herself: "I still can't pronounce his name easily after so long.

You and Harry know You-Know-Who best, and you know him even better than Harry, so it's only fitting that you teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts. "

"But I'm really busy!

It’s okay to give you some pointers once in a while, but the systematic teaching is really difficult. "

He confusedly added two kinds of difficult magic array courses to himself this year, plus the homework assigned by the teacher, the prefect's tasks... If it wasn't for the time of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he could freely control it, even if he had The thought body shared the pressure, and he was a little stretched.

"Can you think about it carefully?" Hermione said patiently, "We came to you after making a lot of determination."

"This... I have something to do, so I'll leave first." Aaron didn't give a clear answer, picked up Abe, turned and left.

"Does this count as a rejection?" Ron asked tentatively.

"probably!"

"What do you know?" Hermione glared at the two of them angrily. "If there is no clear rejection, there is nothing wrong with it. He will figure it out sooner or later."

......

After returning to the dormitory, Aaron sat on the chair indifferently, "Being a prefect is already tiring enough, and teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts is no different from pulling a donkey.

Forgive them for a period of time and they should retreat in spite of the difficulties, and if they can't, they can only refuse in person.

Even if I starved to death, died outside, jumped into the black lake and drowned, I would never be this teacher. "

But this firm determination began to waver after a few days.

【Be a conscientious prefect (from now until the end of this semester);

Completing the task rewards 1200 magic points, and there is no penalty for task failure; accepted]

【Teach students who are willing to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts (required to fulfill the duties of a teacher);

500 magic points are rewarded for completing the task, and there is no penalty for failing the task. Do you accept it? 】

Looking at the second system task that finally appeared, Aaron felt a toothache inexplicably.

Nima!This flag cannot be set up casually.

"System, you translate for me, what does this mean?

I will be the prefect, after all, I can accept the salary.

But teacher... it's too much! "

"This is to improve the ability of the host." The system said righteously, "There are two levels of being able to teach others and mastering it yourself, and the host can also learn new things by reviewing the past during the teaching process!"

"Who are you fooling?" Aaron curled his lips in disdain, "I still learn the new by reviewing the past. I haven't even learned the new now. How can I have time to teach them?"

"The host can choose not to accept it."

"Hmph! It's not impossible to accept it, but isn't five hundred magic points too little?"

"The host doesn't have to accept it if he doesn't like it. After all, you can earn back after signing up for fifty days at Hogwarts."

Gan!

Fifty days is easy to say, what he lacks now is time.

Aaron complained secretly in his heart, and continued: "The prefects all have one thousand and two, and the teacher only has five hundred. Isn't that appropriate?"

"Correct me, it's a temporary teacher." The system emphasized, "The host does not need to prepare teaching materials, and the time is determined by himself. The teaching task is dozens of times easier than that of a real teacher."

"Even if you say so..."

"The host can choose not to accept it." The system said again, with a confident voice.

Aaron looked at the mission panel and gritted his teeth helplessly.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Five hundred mana points are enough to save him two months of struggle.

"Is there a requirement for the number of students?" Aaron asked in a deep voice.

After all, his energy is limited, and there must be many students who are willing to study Defense Against the Dark Arts. If there are too many students, let alone five hundred magic points, one thousand...he has to hesitate.

"More than one."

"Oh! Human, I like it." Aaron raised his eyebrows, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. It seemed that this task would not be so tiring.

"Is there any age requirement for the students?"

"No."

"Accept, accept decisively." Aaron said eagerly. The number of people, age and even the teaching time are all determined by himself. So what is the difference between the five hundred magic points and free gifts.

Thinking of this, he walked out of the dormitory excitedly and came to the Slytherin common room.

He dug out the list of Slytherin students from a bookcase, and he started looking for students.

He resolutely gave up on low-level wizards. These students may not even know the basic floating spell, and teaching them is purely embarrassing themselves.

As for senior wizards, they can't do it either. They have to be busy with exams and job hunting after graduation, so they may not have time to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they probably don't want to find someone younger than themselves as a teacher.

"Fourth grade, or fifth grade?"

Aaron thought to himself, silently dividing the age line.

In addition to age, the character and talent of the student are also important.

With a gentle temperament and excellent talent, it doesn't take much effort for him to teach, but if you find someone with poor talent and bad temper, it will be half the effort.

Gradually, he set his sights on Sirin McKenna, a fourth-grade student. This school girl was very suitable for him, with good talent, good personality, good looks, and self-motivated. Most importantly, she respected him very much. .

"Sirin, come here, I need to find you."

"What's the matter, senior?"

"What do you think of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"This..." Sirin hesitated for a moment, and a tangled look flashed across her pretty face.

"Don't worry, you can say whatever you want." Aaron said calmly, "I don't care about Umbridge."

Sirin nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "I really don't think she is worthy of being our teacher. The most important thing in Defense Against the Dark Arts class is practice, but she actually let us study theory. Fortunately, our owls exam is in the next school year. Otherwise, you will never pass this class."

"Hmm...that's very correct." Aaron paused for a moment and said solemnly, "I'm going to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts, are you willing to learn it?"

Sirin froze for a moment, and her face flushed instantly after she realized it.

what's the situation?

The pie fell from the sky, and it precisely hit her on the head. This surprise came too suddenly.

Seeing her cheerful look, Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "Would you like to learn?"

"Will, of course I will.

Senior, I would like to ask, do you only accept me as a student? "

"Currently." Aaron said solemnly, "After all, I still have high demands on my students, maybe this is the tradition of Slytherin!"

Sirin suddenly smiled happier, and looked at Aaron with brighter eyes.

"The teacher..."

"Call me Senior!"

"Okay, senior, when do we start class?" Sirin asked with lowered eyelids, "Where is the class location? The senior's dormitory? I heard from Malfoy that your place is a single room..."

"Stop." There were a few black lines on Aaron's forehead. He knew that this was his little fan girl, but what he said was too frankly serious.

You are a 14-year-old girl, do you want to be so open-minded?

"In the future, don't think about these things. We are just classmates, that's all, understand?"

Sirin blinked, agreeing.

The future is long, she is now the only female student of the senior, and she may not have opportunities in the future.

"If it's time, let's set it on Saturday or Sunday. You can come to me when you're free. As for the location... I'll let you know when I think about it."

"Isn't it the senior's dormitory?"

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, and his tone became a little harsher, "No, if you think this way again, I don't mind changing to another student."

"Understood." Sirin stuck out her tongue resentfully, then ran back to the girls' dormitory with the book in her arms.

"It's not a good thing to be too attractive." Looking at her cheerful back, Aaron couldn't help sighing secretly. Since the Triwizard Tournament, his feeling has become deeper and deeper. Boys still have to protect themselves outside.

As soon as Aaron returned to the common room to sit down after dinner on Friday night, Celine joined him.

She took out a box, opened it, and handed it to Abe.

Suck!

Abe looked at the chicken legs in the box, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then looked eagerly at his master.

"Eat it!" Aaron said helplessly.

Abbe immediately smiled, and jumped onto the table to show off tonight's supper.

"Senior, what time is it tomorrow?" Sirin asked shyly, "Where is the location?"

"After dinner in the morning, the place will be in the Potions classroom."

"Will Professor Snape agree?" Sirin was a little worried.

"Don't worry." Aaron waved his hand indifferently, "Professor Snape is very tolerant of Slytherin, I just say hello to him."

......

The next morning, the auditorium.

Sirin sat across from Aaron with a big smile, feeding Abe from time to time.

"You two..." Draco asked curiously, "When did you get married?"

"It's not what you think." Aaron said angrily, "I didn't even want to think about this kind of problem before I was 16."

"Really?" Draco raised his eyebrows playfully, and looked meaningfully at Sirin who was having a friendly exchange with Abe.

In his impression, besides Hermione, the only woman who can play so well with this dragon is Aaron and his sister. Now that there is suddenly a beautiful Slytherin, it is hard for him not to doubt it.

Seeing him like this, Aaron knew he didn't believe him, but he didn't care, rolled his eyes and went to the teacher's bench to find Professor Snape.

In fact, because of his relationship with Professor Snape, he didn't need to ask him for permission to use the Potions classroom, but now that there is an extra senior investigator in the school, following the procedure can also avoid complications.