Magic Journey from Hogwarts

After leaving Slughorn's box, Aaron walked directly to Slytherin's box.

He needed to meet with Draco to figure out where he was at, at least to make sure he wasn't causing a big mess in the heat of the moment.

Shabini and Gao Er were quarreling with each other. When they saw him walking in, they closed their mouths in tacit agreement and sat back in their seats angrily.

"Can anyone tell me what just happened?"

"It's nothing." Shabini said, "There was something wrong with the sliding door just now, and I accidentally tripped on Gao Er."

Aaron shook his head speechlessly, and then found a seat to sit down, "Draco, you don't seem to be in a good state right now. You seem a little worried."

"Don't worry about it." Draco, who was resting on Pansy Perkins' lap, was impatient. "This is none of your business."

"I don't want to ask either, but I have to remind you to protect yourself."

Draco nodded slightly, stopped continuing the topic, and turned to look at Shabini, "What does Slughorn want to do?"

"He fawned over people who were related to prominent figures, but he didn't find many."

"Who did he invite?"

"McLaggen of Gryffindor."

"Yes, his uncle is a senior official in the ministry." Draco said contemptuously.

"Belby, a Ravenclaw."

"That's just a idiot, don't pay attention to him." Pansy said, "Who else is there?"

"Me." Aaron shrugged, "Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley."

"I can understand inviting you and Potter, but Longbottom..." Pansy couldn't believe it. "Could he be mistaken? I don't think he has anything worthy of attention."

"This is not surprising. Neville's parents were once the most outstanding Aurors, although now... they have retired due to illness."

"What about the Weasley girl?" Draco sneered, "What's so unusual about her?"

"A lot of boys like him, don't they?" Pansy said disdainfully.

"Being pretty is only one aspect." Aaron explained, "What really matters is her talent. If we fight alone, at least one-third of the people in our car cannot beat her."

"I really feel sorry for Slughorn's taste. He may be a little old and confused." Draco said, "My father said he was an excellent wizard. He probably didn't hear that I was in the car. otherwise..."

"I think it is unlikely that you will be invited." Shabini said. "He asked me about Nott. His face darkened when he learned that his father was arrested by the ministry. I think Slugho Well, I'm not interested in Death Eaters."

"Old fool." Draco cursed angrily, "Who is he? Just a stupid teacher."

"It's not that simple." Aaron said calmly, "As far as I know, he was personally invited by Dumbledore. At this time, daring to come to Hogwarts to teach is considered a kind of courage.

In addition, he was born in Slytherin. Putting aside his professional knowledge, his connections are definitely beyond your imagination.

He has people he can speak to from all walks of life in the magic world, from high-ranking officials to low-ranking peddlers. "

"My dad is definitely better than him." Draco said unconvinced.

"I don't deny this. Your father is definitely a 'professional' in this aspect.

But Horace Slughorn was indeed a capable professor, and although he had some shortcomings, they were innocuous. "

"You have a pretty good opinion of him." Draco snorted, "It doesn't matter if this old fat guy doesn't like me. Maybe I won't go to Hogwarts next year."

"What do you mean?" Pansy asked displeased.

She had liked Draco for a long time. If he was no longer in Hogwarts, where would she find him?

"Maybe I want to do something more exciting instead of wasting my life in Charms class."

After the words fell, Crabbe and Goyle stared at him in astonishment, Shabini looked curious, Pansy was dumbfounded, and Aaron sighed slightly.

This is the rhythm of being tied to death by Death Eaters, but your parents can't control it. Do you want to be so confident?

"You mean...him?" Pansy asked cautiously.

"Academic studies are not that important now. Will the Dark Lord care about grades after he gains power?

No, he only cares about how others can serve him and show their loyalty to him. "

"But you are only 16 years old." Shabini frowned, "You haven't obtained the formal qualification yet!"

"It's impossible to say, he asked me to do it..."

"That's enough." Aaron yelled, Draco's voice stopped suddenly, and everyone else in the car turned their eyes in unison.

"If you have nothing else to do, just turn your face away from me." Aaron said slowly, but his voice was extremely cold, and the others naturally did not dare to continue paying attention.

“I don’t care what he asks you to do, but if I were you I wouldn’t let anyone know until it’s done.

The Dark Lord is not a good person, so don't do anything for him until you are ready. "

"I know." Draco said weakly.

"We won't tell," Pansy said.

Aaron didn't take it seriously, because no one would believe it even if it was spread.

......

The train slowed down slowly and stopped at Hogsmeade station.

Everyone else in the box left one after another, leaving only Aaron and Draco.

"You go first! I'll check things." Draco said.

Aaron ignored him, but turned to look at the luggage rack, "The invisibility cloak is pretty good, but it can't fool my eyes, nor can it fool Abe's nose. From the moment I came in, I knew what was in the box. Hiding someone."

"Tongtong Petrochemical."

Draco pulled out his wand and cast the petrification spell.

boom! boom! boom!

Harry's body tilted on the luggage rack and he fell heavily to the ground.

This time the invisibility cloak failed to cover his figure. He was completely unable to move and could only watch the two approaching.

Malfoy looked at him triumphantly, "I heard Goyle's box hit you. You must have blocked the door when Shabini came back, but unfortunately I saw something white flash past. "

"His shoes, right?" Aaron looked at the white sneakers that Harry was wearing speechlessly, "I really don't know what to say to you. Spying on intelligence is great, isn't it? But have you ever thought about being caught? What are the consequences?"

"I can handle it, I don't need your help," Draco said.

"Do you think I want to help you?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him and said, "Harry Potter does need to be taught a lesson, but you can't go too far."

Draco pursed his lips, looked at Harry for a moment, and then kicked him in the nose.

Red blood spurted out, coating Harry's mouth and nose.

"Tsk!" Aaron shook his head in disgust, "It's too cruel."

"He deserves it." Draco cursed angrily, then picked up his suitcase and stepped on Harry to leave the box.

"Stop the curse."

Aaron lifted the petrification spell, and Harry's body was no longer stiff.

He wiped the nosebleed and stood up staggeringly to make himself look less embarrassed.

"Do you want me to fix your nose?"

"No, no need...Okay! That would be great if that's possible."

"Quick healing."

There was a crunch, and Harry felt his nose burning and hurting, but it soon returned to normal.

"Thank you." Harry said, "You just..."

"I don't think I did anything wrong." Aaron said calmly, "It's okay to eavesdrop, but if you are caught eavesdropping, you should pay the price."

"But I didn't hear any useful information."

"It's better not to tell such jokes." Aaron patted his shoulder, "If you hear any important information, he will not use the petrification spell, but the amnesia spell."

Harry was speechless, changed into his school robe and followed Aaron off the train.

Ron and Hermione were waiting anxiously for them at the car door, and were slightly relieved when they saw the two come out.

"Where did the blood on your face come from?" Ron frowned.

"It fell." Aaron answered for him, and said angrily: "Face to the ground, that hurts!"

"It doesn't matter, it was just a little accident." Harry said sarcastically. It was too embarrassing to suffer a big loss at the hands of Malfoy, so it would be better not to let anyone know about it.

"Get in the car quickly, it's too late."

A few minutes later, the four of them took the last carriage and headed towards Hogwarts.

Looking at the Thestral pulling the cart, Harry couldn't help but think of his godfather, and his heart gradually became heavier, "Aaron, Malfoy..."

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Aaron said immediately, "I finally jumped out of that pit, don't even think about dragging me in again."

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched and he had to swallow the words that came to his lips.

As time passed, the carriage stopped at the school gate.

Aaron seemed to feel something and looked at the wall in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"Boundary, a very powerful barrier.

Even I can't break through it in a short time. It's probably set up by Dumbledore himself. "

"You're right, the anti-invasion spell set by Dumbledore himself is a hundred times more powerful than before." Professor Flitwick came over with the list, "The only thing missing is the four of you. If it's later, you can only Spent the night outside.”

"Name."

"Professor, you have known us for five years, right?" Harry felt a little confused.

"No one is an exception." Professor Flitwick said seriously, "This is for the safety of the school. It would be troublesome if the Aurors investigated."

"Aurors are here too?" Ron asked in surprise.

"The arrangements of the Ministry of Magic are to protect the students of Hogwarts, especially Harry Potter."

"I don't think this will work," Aaron said.

"This is the result of discussions between Dumbledore and the Minister of Magic. Barriers are not a panacea. Aurors will be very useful in emergencies."

A few people left their names symbolically, and Filch checked them again with a magic detector before walking up the path and up the marble steps.

Entering the auditorium, Aaron sat at the Slytherin table, while the three Harrys went to the Gryffindor table.

After a while, Hagrid returned to the staff seat, while Professor McGonagall led the new students to the front of the auditorium.

She called the names like every year, and the Sorting Hat decided which house the new students would attend.

Aaron is the prefect of Slytherin. Every time the Sorting Hat reads a Slytherin, he has to welcome it on behalf of the Slytherin house.

It may be that the resurrection of Voldemort has caused panic in the wizarding world. The number of freshmen this year is smaller than before, but after all, Hogwarts has Dumbledore to control the situation, so overall it is still reasonable.

The new students were quickly assigned, but Professor McGonagall did not take away the sorting hat, but stood there waiting for something.

At this time, Dumbledore stood up and used the amplification spell to increase his voice. "The sorting ceremony has not officially ended yet. Hogwarts will welcome a transfer student this year. She will spend two years of happy study with us." time.

Please welcome our new classmate, Miss Clea Darwin. "

puff!

Aaron squirted out a mouthful of juice, but Abe stood up excitedly, excitedly looking for the figure of his future mistress.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked in confusion, "Isn't it just a transfer student? He probably came in through the back door."

"Haha!" Aaron scratched his hair without tears, "Maybe you didn't hear her name clearly."

"Klea Da..." Halfway through, Draco seemed to have thought of something and looked at Aaron in astonishment, "What is your relationship with her? Brother and sister or sister?"

"If they were brothers and sisters, I would admit it, but..." Aaron hesitated before speaking. He couldn't say that they were greedy for my body. This would make others think.

Klea walked out of the waiting room of the branch. As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of everyone in the auditorium. Young and old were all killed, and many people secretly swallowed their saliva.

It's not like they've seen beautiful ones before, but this is the first time they've seen such a pure and lovely person.

The female students felt ashamed of themselves, but the majority of their male compatriots stood proudly, showing their best side as much as possible, hoping that the goddess would look at them.

Clea ignored everyone's gazes, walked straight through the auditorium, walked to the end of the Slytherin table, and looked at Aaron who bowed his head silently with a proud look on his face.

"Are you surprised? If nothing else happens, I should be in this school for the next two years."

Click!

The sounds of heartbreak sounded one after another, silent but real.

Countless eyes filled with anger were shot at Aaron. At this moment, most of the boys seemed to understand what the 'hate of seizing a wife' was.

"You are really amazing." Aaron gave a thumbs up and complained speechlessly: "You have attracted so much hatred from me since you came here."

"It seems you can't blame me!" Klea said confidently, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can transfer to another school, but I don't think you can."

"Indeed not." Aaron said with a wry smile. He grew up the fastest at Hogwarts. After leaving this school, God knows how many more years he will have to struggle.

"Miss Darwin." Professor McGonagall couldn't help but remind her, "Can you come over to attend the sorting ceremony?"

"Of course, Professor."

Clea sat generously on the chair. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore exchanged glances, and put the sorting hat on her head helplessly.

Although the result has already been decided, she also wanted to take this opportunity to understand the talent of this new student.