Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Isn't it a curse?It is a holy dragon, and the last thing it fears is a curse, let alone such an invincible curse.

Hermione pondered for a moment, "But I still want to know."

"I really can't tell you.

This matter is probably related to Professor Snape's self-esteem, and the more he knows, the greater the risk he takes. "

"I'm not afraid of risks. What Gryffindor lacks most is the spirit of adventure."

"But I'm afraid." Aaron said with a wry smile, "If you accidentally make a mistake, I will be the one who will be unlucky."

"Okay!" Hermione regretted, "Since you didn't tell me, then I can only look it up myself."

As soon as Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, he was shocked by the second half of her words, and immediately said: "You stand there for me."

Hermione stood up straight, then smiled triumphantly, and stuck out her tongue embarrassingly.

"I'm really scared of you.

I can tell you, but you promise me you can't tell anyone, especially Harry Potter. "

"I promise." Hermione raised her right hand and solemnly said, "I swear I won't tell if I'm killed."

"Hehe! Swearing is the least binding thing in the world of wizards.

But I'm still willing to trust you this time, as long as you don't take my trust seriously," Aaron said, and then his face became more serious, "Do you remember that Professor Snape asked me in the first Potions class? What's the problem with Harry? "

"Remember, what do you get when you add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

"Yes, this is it.

Have you ever wondered why he asked this question?

Narcissus and wormwood, in the language of flowers, the meaning of these two plants can be understood as "my regrets follow to your grave", as well as the meanings of "absence" and "bitter sadness".

Snape apologized in this way when he and Harry met for the first time. He felt extremely guilty towards Harry, and it was absolutely impossible for him to harm him. "

"You mean...I'll buy it!" Hermione opened her mouth wide in shock, the impact of this secret on her was too great, and she couldn't accept it.

"Wait, that's not right!

Why is Professor Snape always making things difficult for Harry? "

"Who knows? It may be out of anger!

After all, Harry's grades are completely unworthy of his fame and talent.

As long as he was good enough, Snape naturally had no reason to embarrass him, did he? "

Hermione nodded blankly, "It seems to be true.

Since Harry played with Ron, he didn't pay much attention to his studies.

Both of them copied my homework. "

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, he didn't expect these two to learn well when they were 11 years old.

But it doesn't matter, let alone copying homework, even handing in blank papers has nothing to do with him.

Chapter 36

After the start of the Quidditch season, Hogwarts also seemed to be ignited with passion, both students and teachers were particularly excited.

This enthusiasm did not slowly subside until more than a week after the end of the season.

The students attend class as usual and complete the homework assigned by the teacher as much as possible. Everything seems to be back to the way it was when the school just started.

However, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are often seen in the library these days. A combination of a top student and two low students roams in the sea of ​​books whenever they have time.

But it's not for learning, but for inquiring about Nicole Flamel's information.

Harry and Ron were certain that Snape's purpose was something that the three-headed dog Momo was guarding, so it was crucial to figure out what Momo was guarding.

It is obviously unrealistic to expect Dumbledore to tell them, and it may also scare the snake, so we can only focus on Nicole Flamel, maybe we can find some clues from the mage's information.

Hermione knew that it was not Snape who killed Harry, but someone else, but she promised Aaron to keep it secret, and she could not tell the matter.

The reason why she followed the two of them to look up Nicole Flamel's information was because she guessed that the purpose of the person who killed Harry was also something Mao Mao guarded.

The library is very large, and there are thousands of books in it, densely packed bookshelves, and hundreds of narrow passages. Finding a name in these books can be described as looking for a needle in a haystack.

Naturally, it is impossible for them to find them one by one, so they have to find the year of the monkey and the month of horses.

Several people speculated that since Nicole Flamel had some relationship with Dumbledore, the strongest white wizard in the world, he was at least a great mage, so they shortened the scope of their search to the books that recorded great wizards in modern times.

But they couldn't find Nicole Flamel's name in these books after searching for more than ten days. Of course, it may also be the reason why they didn't work hard enough.

After all, they are only looking for information in their spare time, and more than ten days of spare time is only enough for them to roughly read less than a hundred books, which is a drop in the bucket compared to the entire library.

......

That night, Aaron was lying on the bed in the lounge, hugging the dragon-shaped pillow that was already asleep, and silently opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic energy: 950 (intermediate magician, your magical journey has just started)]

[Talent: rare in a hundred years (can be improved, magic power increases by 2 points every day)]

[Items: Moon Drop (can remove any negative spells), resurrection potion (can revive any creature that died within an hour)]

[Magic points: 888 (Hogwarts sign in, increase 10 points a day)]

"Soon, if you work hard for half a month, you will be able to advance to the senior magician." Aaron thought a little excitedly, and nodded with satisfaction when he saw the number of magic points.

Not for anything else, just for this auspicious number, what a good omen!

"System, open the magic mall."

"Okay, it has been opened for the host."

After the words fell, the mall interface also appeared in front of Aaron's eyes.

【魔法类：@变形术（1000魔法点，包括阿尼马格斯）；@避水咒（100魔法点，可以在水下自由呼吸）；@漂浮咒（10魔法点）；@守护神咒（200魔法点）；@幻影移行（800魔法点）。】

[Material category: @phoenix feathers (30 magic points); @dragon blood (20 magic points); @Mandrake (5 magic points);

@牛黄(1 magic point); @荷麟角(3 magic points). 】

[Item category: @magic carpet (200 magic points, 3 meters long and 2 meters wide); @魔晶 (100 magic points, with powerful magic power, can supply energy to the magic circle); @福兰卜 (500 magic points) ;@隐谁药药 (100 magic points, after drinking it, you can hide your body within three hours); @collection edition Quaffle (30 magic points, it is a priceless treasure in the eyes of those who like Quidditch games)]

"Huh!" Aaron took a long breath, feeling a little helpless while excited.

He looked at the magic carpet that he was thinking about, placed an order decisively, and received it in his system space.

After buying such things, Aaron only has 688 magic points left, but the remaining products made him truly experience what it means to have both the fish and the bear's paw.

He just ignores materials like commodities, they are all available in the market, and he won't be able to use them for the time being.

But the remaining items and magic are all he wants, but with his current 'financial resources', he can only choose a small part.

After thinking about it for a while, Aaron set his sights on the Felix Elixir, gritted his teeth, and chose to buy it.

He has not forgotten that there is still a big battle to be fought this semester, and what is needed to deal with a dying Dark Lord is absolute strength.

But now he just doesn't have that strength, so he can only take a slant and focus on luck.

As long as you are lucky, even if you are charging, those bullets will go around you, and so will the spell.

Of course, the luck that can improve is definitely limited, but sometimes what is lacking is that bit of good luck.

Looking at the small bottle of Felix Elixir in his hand, Aaron frowned, "Is this... two hundred milliliters?"

"The host needs to learn to be content. A small sip will bring good luck for the next twelve hours. This small bottle is enough for the host to use several times."

Aaron didn't say a word, which was regarded as acquiescing to this statement, but this could only be regarded as psychological comfort.

If you bet all your treasures on luck and feel that everything will be fine, it is basically the same as courting death.

After all, the opponent was the Dark Lord. Even if it was just a remnant soul, it was not something he could beat now. The first spell could be avoided by luck, but not the second one.

Thinking of this, Aaron silently made a decision in his heart, at worst, he would play big at that time.

For the next period of time, owls sent packages to Aaron every day.

In addition to Abe's Dragon Package, Jins also sent some books and two mysterious small boxes one after another.

"What's this?" Draco asked curiously, picking up a box in Aaron's package one morning.

"The one in your hand should be a magic ring from the Middle Ages, a thousand-year-old antique."

"Wow!" Draco couldn't help but sigh, "but what are you doing with this thing?"

"This can't tell you, I naturally have my uses." Aaron said pretending to be mysterious, "Don't you hurry up and study? Don't forget the bet you made with Hermione!"

"I won't forget." Draco blushed a little, and then couldn't help showing a little frustration, "But I don't have that much confidence now.

You don't know, I thought I had worked hard enough, and even my performance during this period exceeded my father's expectations. He even wrote a letter to praise me a few days ago.

To be honest, my father never praised me so seriously. "

"It's not very good. Knowing a son is like a father. This proves that your hard work during this time has not been in vain." Aaron said meaningfully. Draco's talent is still very good. It's the top group of people in the first grade.

"That's right." Draco scratched his blond hair embarrassingly, "But I went to the library before, and Granger almost didn't scare me. There are so many books on her desk. thick."

As he spoke, he made a gesture with his hand, which was about two feet long.

The corners of Aaron's eyes twitched. He knew that Hermione liked to study, but the posture of this study was quite surprising.

"Ahem! People who are better than you are still working hard, so why don't you work hard?"

"But now I seem to have seen the end.

No, it's not as if, and I'm not the kind of person who can't recognize reality clearly. I probably won't win this time. "

"Is that self-defeating?" Aaron laughed, "Draco, do you know the difference between a fiasco and a near defeat?"

Draco froze for a moment, then pondered: "I don't think there is any difference, they are all failures."

"That's right." Aaron nodded in agreement, then stood up and patted him on the shoulder, "But you need to seriously consider this issue at this time."

"What do you mean?"

Aaron patted his forehead and explained: "You and Hermione are comparing grades. The full score is [-] points. She can get [-] points in the test. It's not impossible for you to work harder, right?"

"Well... I do have a little bit of confidence in getting a perfect score, but only a little bit."

"Then it's over. If you work hard, you still have hope of a tie, but if you lose, it's a pity to lose with 99 points. Compared with the disastrous defeat with [-] points that was left behind by a lot, which one do you choose?" ?”

"Of course it's 99." Draco said immediately, as if he wanted to understand something.

"That's right! Even if you lose in this situation, it's an honor to lose.

To put it bluntly, at least losing is not so ugly, and no one will gossip about you.

When you see Hermione Granger in the future, you can still puff out your chest confidently, at least you won't feel guilty. "

"I know what to do now." Draco said, and immediately pulled up Crabbe and Goyle, "Get up, you two, follow me to the library to study."

Chapter 37 Nico Flamel is hundreds of years old at least.

In mid-December, heavy snow fell in the sky, Hogwarts Castle stood tall in the snow and ice, and the Black Lake was also covered with a layer of solid ice.

Hagrid dragged a fir tree several meters high into the campus, leaving a long dragging trail on several feet of snow.

Inside the castle, laughter is everywhere. Most of the students are packing their luggage and preparing to go home for Christmas. Even the mischievous ghosts will stop to say Merry Christmas.

There were twelve medium-sized Christmas trees on both sides of the auditorium. Professor Flitwick decorated the largest Christmas tree at the front of the auditorium, and Aaron helped him from below.

Candles, confetti, lamps and golden star models were placed on the Christmas tree by the two with a floating spell.

With the last star placed on top of the tree, the Christmas tree is extra beautifully decorated.

"It's done, professor, Merry Christmas." Aaron wiped the sweat from his brow. Decorating a Christmas tree was nothing to him, but he managed almost half of the Christmas trees in the auditorium.

This workload is a bit heavy. Although the Levitation Curse is simple, his magic power can barely reach four digits, but he can't stand such a waste.

Especially since he doesn't want to be too noticeable now, he has sealed half of his mana with a magic ring, and it's really not easy to do such a labor-intensive job with the mana of the early stage of an intermediate magician.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Gaius." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "Slytheringa is ten, I promise you.

But your talent is really good. Even though you are only in the first grade, your magic power is almost as good as that in the fourth grade. "

"Thank you for the compliment!" Aaron also showed a smile, and one point counts for one point, so that his system tasks are guaranteed.