Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Prophecy?" A string of question marks flew over Harry's head, "Isn't it a weapon?"

"Weapon?" Aaron laughed dumbly, "Your imagination is really rich enough, for wizards who are used to using wands, a powerful wand is the best weapon.

And the Department of Mysteries doesn't consider wands contraband, or my uncle's wand shop would have been closed long ago. "

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with an awkward smile, "I thought Voldemort was looking for a powerful weapon, just like your gun."

"What gun?" Ron asked curiously.

Aaron gave Harry a hard look, and he didn't mean to hide it. After all, if the hole card is exposed, it is not the hole card.

"The weapon handed down by an ancestor of the Gaius family is considered a masterpiece of life."

"Is that... the kind of gun I understand?" Hermione asked strangely, "Muggle's hot weapon?"

Aaron nodded, then stretched out his right hand, a red magic circle appeared in the air, and he took out a flintlock pistol from it.

Hermione and Ron looked at this exquisite pistol, and their eyes were a little strange. It was the first time they had seen such a beautiful gun.

Harry couldn't help but swallowed, he had seen the power of this gun with his own eyes, and even his current strongest magic couldn't match it.

"Is this a weapon?" Ron said incredulously, "I believe even if you say it's a work of art."

"It's indeed a weapon." Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "It's just a Muggle weapon."

"The name of this gun is Bana." Aaron proudly introduced, "Every part of it is made of rare materials, and it is the product of the combination of alchemy, runes and magic circle.

Its basic data is stronger than ordinary firearms, but if it is infused with magic power, its power will be further improved.

The more magic power injected, the stronger the power. On this basis, with special bullets, even fire dragons can be effectively damaged.

The most important thing is that only its recognized owner, which is me, can use it. "

"Can I take a look?" Ron looked at Aaron expectantly.

"No, this is a personal item." Aaron refused bluntly, and put the Bianhua back in his dressing space by the way.

"But why did Voldemort look for a prophecy?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Wouldn't it be nice to have that time to find a powerful wand?"

"I can't say that. In some respects, the value of prophecy is far beyond your imagination." Aaron said very seriously, "Let me give you a simple example, if the record in the prophecy ball is a powerful weapon position, whoever gets it will have invincible power."

The three of them exchanged glances, and understood why Voldemort was going to the Department of Mysteries.

"We have to find a way to notify Dumbledore." Harry said seriously.

"Do you think he doesn't know?" Aaron asked rhetorically, "Where did Mr. Weasley get hurt?"

"But even if Dumbledore arranges someone to protect it, it's not so safe. If we can get the prophecy first..."

"You are almost as worried as Dumbledore." Aaron waved his hands impatiently, "Don't underestimate our headmaster, how could he not think about everything you can think about!"

"That's right." Hermione nodded in agreement, "Harry, don't think so much now, learning Occlumency well is what you should do."

Aaron shrugged, then helped Harry into a chair and sat him down.

"Second training, are you ready?"

"I..."

"Ingest divine thoughts."

Harry started shouting again, and everything in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Professor Snape taught him Occlumency but left in the middle...he was lying in Snape's Pensieve looking at the wandering memories...his father, Sirius, hung Snape upside down in mid-air For fun, while Gryffindor Prefect Remus Lupine, who should have stopped, sat by without saying a word...

"No, you can't watch this."

Harry fell down again, kneeling on the ground in pain, and whispered plaintively, "How can you watch this?"

"Hehe! Harry, do you think you are qualified to say such things to me?"

Harry was speechless, a person who peeked at other people's memories really didn't have the right to accuse others.

"I understand why Professor Snape doesn't like you so much." Aaron smacked his lips meaningfully, "Father owes his debt, the grievances you suffered in Potions class are really not wronged."

Harry smiled bitterly, "I only figured it out recently."

"So you went to Sirius just to find out who your father was?"

Harry nodded irrefutably, "Both Sirius and Professor Lupine spoke very well of him, it's just that they were ignorant when they were young..."

"Hehe! What a good reason.

Children who are ignorant can justifiably hurt other people? "

"Sirius and Lupine also regret it very much." Harry said guiltily, "They both admitted that they did something wrong at the time."

"But they never apologized." Aaron said with emotion, "No wonder the first thing Professor Snape did after meeting Sirius two years ago was to take him to Azkaban.

But these are their private affairs and have nothing to do with me. "

"What did they do?" Ron asked curiously, "It seems to have something to do with Professor Snape?"

"You want to know?" Aaron looked at him with a half-smile, "Believe me, I will be the first to delete your memory after you know about it."

Ron smiled bitterly, "Pretend I didn't say it."

"Cut!" Aaron snorted softly, "Harry, you tried to resist just now, but it would be better to empty your mind and emotions, and it's best not to fluctuate too much."

"I tried my best."

"I can feel it, but you're not trying hard enough.

This is Hogwarts, which can protect your brain to a certain extent, but after leaving here, the environmental obstacles will no longer exist, and it will not be difficult for Voldemort to read your mind again. "

"You mean Harry needs to learn Occlumency before the holidays?" Hermione asked.

"That's what it means." Aaron tapped his wand, "Can we continue?"

"He needs to rest," Ron couldn't help but say.

"He has been resting for 3 minutes." Aaron said lightly, but he sighed helplessly when he met two pairs of angry eyes, "I shouldn't have let you two come over in the first place.

Rest for 10 minutes, I look forward to your performance in 10 minutes. "

Harry smiled awkwardly, lying on the chair and trying to relax as much as possible.

After a few more drills, they didn't stop until it was almost curfew.

Aaron was not very satisfied with Harry's learning progress, he hardly improved overnight, but that's the case with Occlumency, unless Harry suddenly mastered the essentials, he could only improve step by step.

"I hope you don't have any more nightmares tonight."

"I hope!" Harry said weakly, but he didn't have much confidence in it.

......

It's the first weekend of May.

The final match of the Quidditch season officially begins, Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw.

Due to the dropout of George and Fred, Gryffindor had to change two batsmen, and their strength was greatly reduced, but fortunately, Harry, the Seeker, was still there and barely reached the final.

Logically speaking, the opponent of the Gryffindor team should be the Slytherin team, but because most of the members of the investigation operation team are Slytherin, the students hate each other, so they used some prank props on them.

As a result, four of the seven players could not perform normally, and Draco and the three of them could not turn the tide.

Aaron watched the game casually from the audience, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry showing mercy to Cho Chang while he was looking for the Snitch.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Nothing, just thought of something interesting."

"The senior may be laughing at Harry Potter." Sirin interjected, "He is really interesting, knowing that Gryffindor's goalkeeper is unreliable, but he is still in the same mood as Ravenclaw's Seeker. play games."

"Harry knows the difference, Gryffindor must win.

And Ron will gradually improve, he will definitely become a qualified goalkeeper. "

"Perhaps! But if Harry Potter continues to play like this, even if he wins, the score gap may not be that big."

Hermione:  …

At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of them. Hagrid looked at Aaron and Hermione cautiously, "I want to talk to you about something."

"now?"

"Yes, now." Hagrid nodded very seriously, "While they are still playing."

"It seems very important!" Aaron stood up, only to find that Hagrid was much more emaciated than when he came back from the giant tribe, "What's wrong with you? You fought the troll again?"

"It's a little bit more serious than that.

Don't ask, just come with me first. "

"All right!"

"What about me?" Sirin pointed to herself.

"Of course I watched your game honestly." A smug smile appeared on the corner of Hermione's mouth, "Hagrid didn't call you again."

"Senior, won't you speak for me?" Sirin said aggrievedly.

Aaron rolled his eyes, "I don't like to cause trouble for others, so... you better watch the game!"

Sirin snorted softly, gave Aaron a hard look, then turned and left the auditorium.

"Sorry." Hagrid said with a guilty conscience, "You'd better explain it to your girlfriend later."

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and when he was about to say something, Hermione explained for him, "That's not his girlfriend, at most she's an admirer, in Slytherin, no, in Hogwarts too Grab a handful of the kind."

"Isn't it inappropriate to say that?" Aaron asked with a strange look.

"I was right!"

Hagrid led them to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, and then took down a crossbow from a tree, "Come in here before anyone notices."

The two looked at each other and followed closely behind Hagrid.

"Where are you taking us?" Hermione asked.

"You'll find out soon enough."

clatter!clatter!clatter!

There was a sound of hoofbeats, and a group of horsemen galloped past not far away.

"I've never seen a centaur so angry." Hagrid said sullenly, "They are usually very dangerous. If the Ministry of Magic further reduces the territory of the centaur, they will launch a full-scale riot."

"So... you brought us here because of these centaurs?" Aaron asked in surprise, "I'm sorry, I guess we can't help much."

"No, not the centaurs." Hagrid shook his head contemptuously, "They will only make things more complicated."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"It means that things are more troublesome than the rioting centaur." The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "Are you sure we can handle it?"

Hagrid was noncommittal, and there was a bit of crying in his voice, "I didn't want to trouble you, but Dumbledore is gone, and I may be fired by them at any time. Before I leave, I have to entrust him to someone else."

"Him?" Aaron froze for a moment, "Who are you talking about? A human or some kind of ferocious magical animal?"

Hagrid didn't answer, just sighed slightly and led the way on his own.

They walked deeper and deeper in the forbidden forest, the trees on the road became denser and denser, and the light gradually became dim.

"Are you there yet?" Hermione walked through a bush, with many scratches on her arms.

"I have to go a little further. You have to follow me closely and don't fall behind."

Ten minutes later, when they entered the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid slowed down.

In the dim light, Hermione could only see a huge black shadow in front of her, but Aaron, who had extraordinary eyesight, could clearly see the true face of the black shadow.

"Oh! Hagrid, this joke is really not funny."

Hagrid nodded, with obvious uneasiness and sadness on his face.

"I know, but there's really nothing else I can do.

Umbridge has been trying to get me out of here, and she's pushing it on me when it comes to Fantastic Beasts. "

"She can do this, but he..." Aaron pointed at the black shadow, "You can't even control him, are you sure we can?"

"He already knows some rules." Hagrid said anxiously, "And I can't leave him, he only has me."

Aaron sighed helplessly, "Even if you say that..."

"Please," said Hagrid, choked up, "as long as you find time to talk to him so he doesn't feel lonely."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"You'd better be mentally prepared." Aaron took out his wand and shook it lightly.

A ball of white light flew out from the tip of the wand and landed above the shadow.

Under the illumination of the white light, Hermione finally saw what the black shadow was, her face turned pale, and she took a few steps back. Fortunately, Aaron was supporting her, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.

I saw a huge fence wall surrounded by many trunks and branches on a piece of bare land, and inside the wall was a giant about sixteen feet high.

The giant lay motionless on the ground, seemingly asleep, breathing very rhythmically rumbling.