Magic Journey from Hogwarts

A battered wooden sign hangs from rusty supports and depicts the severed head of a wild boar.

A gust of cold wind blew by, the signboard creaked, and the three of them were messed up in the wind.

"Is this the place they chose?" Sirin asked in amazement, "I bet, no students would come here normally."

"Perhaps it is for this reason that they decided to hold a meeting here!" Aaron smiled far-fetchedly, then pushed open the door and walked in.

"Huh!" Draco showed a disgusted expression as soon as he came in, "How long has it been since the floor has been cleaned?"

"I don't know." Sirin looked at the thick layer of dirt on the ground, and her expression was not very good-looking, "I guess it will take decades to say nothing.

It's not just the floors that haven't been cleaned, it's the windows as well.

The light can't even come in. The most important thing is the smell... I don't like the smell of lamb. "

"You should be mentally prepared." Aaron didn't care too much, and found a fairly clean seat to sit down.

He had participated in the expedition of the dwarves, and the environment at that time was dozens of times worse than here.

There were only a few guests in the small, dark and dirty room, and they wrapped themselves so tightly that their faces could hardly be seen.

The owner of the bar came out the back door, a tall, thin old man with long gray hair and a beard and blue eyes.

The moment Aaron saw this person, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was speechless for a while.

He was pretty sure he was seeing this man for the first time, but he was also sure the barkeeper was a master, maybe even a great magister.

But looking at his appearance, Aaron was not so surprised.

This old man is estimated to be more than 100 years old. With his excellent talent and accumulation of a hundred years, it seems reasonable to become a great magister.

And if it's just a tavern...[-]% of them want to live in seclusion, so don't worry about it.

"What would you like to drink?"

"What's here?" Allen asked with a smile.

"Butterbeer, Firewhiskey."

"Then..."

"Senior." Sirin called him hastily, "I personally think the hygiene of this place..."

"You can go out if you don't want to drink." The boss said unhurriedly, "Other guests are not as picky as you."

"Flame Whiskey." Aaron placed the order directly, and then took out three glasses from Abe's pocket, "Both of them have a glass of butterbeer, don't mind if I use my own glass!"

The boss looked at the three empty glasses, and the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

But he didn't say anything, picked up the cup and walked towards the back of the bar.

"I really wonder if the drinks here are expired." Draco said angrily.

"No." Aaron said firmly, "Look at those guests, don't they have a good drink?"

"Ten Sickles."

The boss put three glasses of drinks on the bar, the middle one was burning with red flames, and wisps of white smoke were constantly coming out from the mouth of the cup.

Aaron took another Galleon from Abe's pocket and threw it on the bar counter.

"There's no need to look for it, there are three more friends coming later.

Three more butterbeers, please, they'll be here soon. "

The boss put Gallon into the wooden cash drawer, the drawer opened automatically and swallowed the coins.

"Do you need a straw?" the boss asked. "Students are generally not advised to drink this kind of alcohol."

"No need." Aaron ignored the flame above, picked up the cup and drank.

The bar owner raised his eyebrows, while Draco and Sirin looked surprised.

"Isn't it hot?" Sirin asked worriedly.

"It's okay, but don't imitate." Aaron said indifferently, and then pushed two glasses of butter beer in front of them.

At this time, the door of the bar opened again, and the three of Harry walked in.

Looking at the environment in the room, they couldn't help but gasped.

"Hmph!" Draco snorted coldly, "You really know how to choose a place."

"It's a bit remote, but it's safer." Hermione said with a complicated expression.

"I'm afraid you haven't even been to this place yourself!"

Hermione was speechless for a moment, it was indeed her first time in this bar.

"Okay, the location doesn't matter." Aaron waved his hand, "I also ordered a glass of butter beer for the three of you, and there are no other drinks here, let's make do with it!"

"Then why..." Ron looked excitedly at the flame whiskey in Aaron's hand, "Can I try this?"

"sure!

Three times the price of butterbeer, almost a third of a Galleon, and you pay for it. "

Ron's face collapsed instantly, he didn't have that much money on him.

"Haha!" Draco laughed very unkindly, "This is a bit difficult, Weasley is notoriously poor."

"I'll pay," said Harry, standing up.

"No, we can't drink this kind of wine yet." Hermione said with an unkind expression, and then looked at Aaron helplessly, "You are a prefect after all, and you should set an example from the beginning!"

Aaron smiled and said nothing. He has a huge wine cellar at home. He didn't have those things when he was in cram school, so he might not be able to survive.

"You don't need to worry about this." Sirin looked at Hermione with a serious taste: "We Slytherins are different from your Gryffindors."

In the second half of the sentence, she bit heavily, making a very clear distinction between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Only then did Hermione look at the fourth-year Slytherin. The two girls looked at each other, and there seemed to be an electric arc in their eyes, and the atmosphere at the scene instantly became weird.

Harry and Ron didn't dare to take a breath, Draco watched the confrontation between the two meaningfully, while Aaron was secretly bored and didn't care.

Bang!

Three dusty bottles were placed on the table.

The bar owner glanced at Aaron, and then lingered on Harry's scar for a few seconds, "Your butter beer."

"Disappointing." Draco pouted.

Harry and Ron also complained a little about the boss's lack of vision, which was quite a rare scene.

Hermione and Sirin seemed to have reacted, restrained their respective auras, picked up the wine glasses and clinked them tacitly.

"It's almost time!" Aaron asked.

"I told them the exact time when I notified them." Hermione looked at her watch anxiously, "However, there are usually no students coming here, so they may be a few minutes late."

"It would be great if no one came." Draco said bluntly, "The more people there are, the more pressure he will have, won't he?

I didn't agree with him teaching the three of you, let alone calling a group of people. "

"Not at all." Aaron waved his hands embarrassingly, "It's only three or five, and besides, isn't there no one coming now? It's just a false alarm."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the bar opened.

Two long shadows were cast on the ground by the sun, followed by a third and a fourth...

The first to enter were George, Fred, Lee Jordan, followed by the other three members of the Gryffindor team, and then Neville, Dean, Lavender, Ginny, Luna, Cho Chang , the Creevey brothers, and the four prefects of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, in addition to some students that Aaron could not name.

"Three or five, huh?" The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and then he gave Hermione a hard look, "I'm afraid you missed a zero!"

"This, this shows that Umbridge is really disappointing." Hermione said far-fetched.

"It's too bullying!" Sirin said angrily, "This is not the same as what was agreed."

"Did you do it on purpose?" Draco also said coldly, "There are all grades, are you sure it's not embarrassing?"

"This is really not." Harry didn't know how to explain, "We didn't expect so many people to come."

"Yeah! It's enough to make up a class." Ron nodded.

"The owner of the bar probably didn't think about it either." Sirin said, and saw that the owner was staring at this scene dumbfounded. He had never seen so many people in his bar.

"Boss, please serve us..." Fred paused, counting the number of people carefully before continuing: "25 bottles of butter beer."

The bar owner nodded and put bottles of dusty butter beer on the bar.

"Thank you!" Fred handed out the beer, "Everyone contribute some money, I don't have that much money to buy beer."

"No need." Aaron said hastily, and then took out four gold Galleons from Abe's pocket, "Just treat it as my invitation to everyone."

Fred didn't refuse either, he knew that Aaron was not short of the money.

"Everyone sit down first," said Hermione, "Let's take a break and we'll start the meeting again."

More than 20 students found their seats and sat down, enjoying the first glass of wine in the morning.

call!

Aaron took a deep breath, "Is there still time for me to go now?"

"You can't go." Hermione hurriedly grabbed Aaron's arm, "This is when we need you the most."

"Trust Harry, he will be able to do it." Aaron said solemnly, "He is the boy who survived a catastrophe, and he is definitely more than enough to teach these people."

Harry:  …

"Let go of your hands." Sirin looked at Hermione unkindly, "It was the senior you lied to first."

"Aaron was very reluctant when I suggested that Crabbe and Gol were added in. I didn't expect you...you are really shameless."

Both Harry and Ron lowered their heads in embarrassment. If they were mocked by Malfoy like this, they would have to go back to some extent, but now they are really ashamed.

Aaron tried to free Hermione's hands, but she just wouldn't let go.

"Why didn't I realize you were so thick-skinned before?" Aaron said angrily, "I have my own things to do, so I really can't teach so many people."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Hermione was very firm while feeling guilty, "They all came here because they believed in you."

Aaron chuckled inwardly. If it wasn't for the education he had received since he was a child, he would have started yelling at this time.

I didn't know anything yet, so I fell into such a big pit in a daze.

"Can you help us this time again?" Hermione begged in a low voice.

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you, in fact I managed to persuade myself to come here, and even raised the standard to five.

But you doubled it five times for me directly. "Aaron said without tears, "I'm not prepared at all, I won't take you to play like this. "

"I'll be your assistant," interrupted Harry. "It won't be that hard for the two of us together."

Hearing this, Aaron fell into a brief tangle.

"Let me be fair, Potter." Draco said disdainfully, "It's not that I look down on you, can you teach me?"

"That's why I said assistant." Harry said impatiently.

"There is nothing to hesitate?" Hermione immediately struck while the iron was hot, "This matter is not as difficult as you think."

"It's not difficult? Do you believe it yourself?" Draco sneered.

"Actually...it's not impossible."

"You..." Draco wanted to say something more, but Aaron gave him a stare back.

As for Sirin, she drank her own butter beer silently, and the seniors agreed, as long as she supported her.

A few minutes later, more than 20 people sat together in a corner of the bar.

Opposite them are Aaron, who is somewhat loveless, two arrogant Slytherins, and three awkward and restrained Gryffindors.

"Uh, hi!" Hermione greeted, "Everyone knows why they are here, we need a teacher, a competent teacher, a teacher with real experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Why?" asked Michael Corner.

"No reason?" Aaron said immediately, "If you don't want to learn, you can leave now.

To be honest, no one wants you to leave more than me. "

"Uh... I didn't mean that, I was just curious why you guys brought us here."

"Because the mysterious man is back, idiot." Ron said angrily.

As the voice fell, everyone reacted in different ways, ranging from panic, nervousness, suspicion, and disdain.

"What evidence is there that You-Know-Who is back?" asked a yellow-haired Hufflepuff.

"Dumbledore said it," said Hermione.

"Dumbledore said that because Potter said it, the question is where is the evidence?"

Some people turned their attention to Harry, hoping that he could give an explanation.

"I won't say it." Harry stood up, "If you want to hear this, please come back!"

"I don't think there's any evidence!" Draco sneered eccentrically, then looked at the others, "If you want to understand Mr. Potter's lies, you may be disappointed."

"Actually, he didn't lie." Aaron said suddenly, "Voldemort has indeed returned."

Everyone's attention was instantly attracted, Harry's face flashed with joy, he felt that he was no longer fighting alone, but Draco was inexplicably embarrassed, his face turned blue and purple.

"Are you serious?" The yellow-haired Hufflepuff looked at Aaron suspiciously, "But if it's true, why did you testify for Potter for more than a month?"

"Is it useful to testify?" Aaron asked back, "If you don't believe the words of the savior, you don't believe the words of the greatest white devil of this century, do I expect you to believe a Slytherin?

Come on, I don't care, but being called a liar by the Daily Prophet still hurts. "