Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Professor, if I have nothing else to do, I will leave first.

After all, I've worked hard all morning, and I'm still quite tired. "

"Go, boy."

Aaron picked up Abe, found a seat in the auditorium and sat down, flipping through a book that recorded magical creatures.

Harry and Ron were playing wizard chess next to him. Harry was obviously a novice, and every move had to be thoughtful.

But Ron seemed to have experienced many battles and killed with great joy. Of course, it could not be ruled out that he was abusing food.

Under the control of the two chess players, the vivid magic chess pieces kept fighting on the chessboard, and the sound of ping-pong came from time to time.

At this time Hermione came over, looked at the destroyed chess piece and frowned, "This is too barbaric."

"This is the magician's chess." Ron chuckled and put away the chess pieces. "Have you packed your luggage?"

"Your things are not packed."

"Plans changed and my parents decided to go to Romania to see my brother Charlie, who was studying dragons there."

Aaron found that Abe's ears were pricked up, obviously he was still very curious about the news of other dragons.

"Good! You can help Harry now.

He was going to the library to find information about Nicole Flamel. "

"We've searched for it a hundred times." Ron said with some complaints.

"Nicole Flamel?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "I seem to have heard of this name somewhere."

"Aaron, have you heard of it?" Harry was overjoyed. They searched the library for so long but found nothing. They didn't expect the answer to be by their side!

"I've heard of it, but why are you looking for that old man?

His temper is very weird. One second the spring breeze was warm, and the next second it was the autumn wind. "

Harry dodged his eyes and explained, "We're not looking for him, we just want to get to know him briefly."

"Really?" Aaron smiled playfully, "I don't believe it.

The three of you are all first-year wizards. Logically speaking, you wouldn't have any contact with him at all. You shouldn't even have heard of his name, so why did you think of looking for him!

What is the purpose? "

"Eh..." Harry hesitated, wondering if he should express their doubts.

"Harry!" Ron shook his head slightly at him. At present, only the three of them know about this matter, but if Aaron, who has a close relationship with Snape, is added in the middle, the risk will be greatly increased.

Seeing that the scene had reached a stalemate, Hermione interjected, "Tell him! Can you still trust Aaron's character?"

"It's not that I can't believe it, it's just... I don't want to involve him." Harry said, "You know, his relationship with that person..."

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, knowing that with Harry and Ron's suspicion of Snape, it was absolutely impossible to trust Aaron [-]%.

"Aaron." Hermione said weakly and coquettishly: "Can you tell us about Nico Flamel, it is very important to us."

"Okay! But I don't know much.

The last time I saw him was when I was four years old, and my grandpa took him to France. "

"France? Is there nothing else?" Harry said with some astonishment, "For example, what does he do?"

"O alchemist!

But he is not an ordinary alchemist, my grandfather has to give him three points of face, and he brought a batch of precious magic materials when he went. "

Several people looked at each other, it seems that the book on alchemists needs to be checked.

"Any more?" Harry continued.

"Also, that guy is very old."

"You don't need to say that." Ron smiled and shook his head, "He is a magician who can get involved with Dumbledore, and he probably has a white beard."

"Not necessarily.

Dumbledore is a well-known White Mage, and his social circle is wider than you think.

Such as the Minister of Magic, some pure-blood families, the Hogwarts board of directors, and the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

Even some races that live in the dark, werewolves, giants, vampires and..."

"Stop it." Ron patted his little heart, "I was wrong, Aaron.

I shouldn't have interrupted, you go on. "

"Cut!" Aaron curled his lips in disdain, and explained: "The age I mentioned may be older than you think, even Dumbledore can only be regarded as a junior in front of him."

"Impossible!" Hermione's mouth twitched, "Dumbledore should be over 100 years old this year!"

"Hermione, wizards are different from Muggles, they have a longer lifespan.

What's more, there are too many ways for wizards to extend their lifespan. There are all kinds of potions, elixir...

As for the unconventional ones, you can go to Knockturn Alley and ask any wizard there. They all know the methods related to life extension, but they are basically full of bloody violence and may not be useful. "

"Grunt!" Hermione swallowed, "Forget about it.

How old is Nicole Flamel? "

"do not know."

"You don't know?" Ron couldn't control his emotions, "Then you said so much just now..."

"Calm down, calm down.

I was only four years old at that time, at best a little better than a three-year-old child, how could I remember so much?

What's more, I am a four-year-old child, do you think it is appropriate to ask the age of a great magician?

Even if it was appropriate, would Nicole Flamel answer me?

But there is one sentence that I remember more clearly.

When Nicole Flamel opened the door for me and my grandfather, he said: 'The Gaius kid who was here last time is your great-grandfather. '

Also, to remind you, my great-grandfather was a little stronger than me when he met him. He was a five-year-old child who was taken by my great-great-grandfather.

Which means he knew at least my great-great-grandfather. "

Three people: ...

"According to this, Nicole Flamel should be at least over 200 years old!" Hermione said, and then suddenly thought of something, she couldn't help but patted her forehead, "I said, why can't I find it in the classics of famous wizards in modern times?" And Nicole Flamel's name!

The book that records his information should be pushed forward at least a year, 200 years! "

"It may be more than that!" Aaron said lightly, "His status in the hearts of some older magicians is not comparable to that of Dumbledore.

That's all I know, the rest is up to you to find out on your own. "

"Thank you, Aaron." Hermione smiled. "At least modern wizards can be ruled out. If you can't find them, you can only go to the restricted area."

"Oh, the Restricted Section?

You need a professor's approval note to study there, but you...with all due respect, you don't have the qualifications yet. "

"Then can you help us? Every professor likes you very much, if you borrow it..." Harry said a little excitedly, but was interrupted by Aaron before he could finish speaking.

"Sorry, I can't help you with this, and I suggest that you better not do this.

It is quite dangerous for first-year freshmen to come into contact with banned books, not to mention that the purpose of your going there is not to study. "

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, too embarrassed to ask Aaron for help.

Chapter 38

"By the way, I don't seem to have seen you pack your luggage." Hermione looked at Aaron with some surprise, "Aren't you going home for Christmas?"

Harry and Ron were also a little stunned when they heard the words. You must know that the Christmas holiday is not short. Almost [-]% of the people in the school will go back, and only a few professors and some students with special circumstances will choose to stay in school.

Harry didn't choose to go home because his uncle's house was too dark for him, and it would be much happier to stay in school.

Ron didn't go home because his parents were going to Romania to see his brother. There was no one at home, and even if they went back, there were only a few of them, just like at school.

In this case, it would be better to stay in school, at least don't have to worry about food and housing.

But they never thought that Aaron would also choose to stay in school. It seems that he didn't need to do so!

"Are you surprised?" Allen asked calmly.

The three nodded in unison.

"I am relatively precocious, and the Gaius family generally adopts a free-range method for their heirs, and they believe that this can better cultivate a sense of independence.

After I was eight years old, my parents went out to travel, and they generally would not come back unless they were tired from playing or something important happened at home.

Every year, the time I meet with my parents is less than a month, and my uncle usually takes care of my daily life. "

"But...but it's Christmas!" Hermione felt a little bit wrong for Aaron.

"Don't get me wrong." Aaron shrugged, "They will come back for Christmas, but I think it's more interesting to stay in school, so... I chose to stay in school."

This is only part of the reason, but more importantly, the magic points obtained by signing in at Hogwarts are ten times that at home.

Before having enough power, enjoying life, family reunion and so on are all floating clouds.

"That's right!" Harry sneered.

"Otherwise? My family treats my only son very well."

......

The day before Christmas.

After lunch, Aaron took Abe out of the auditorium, and took a walk in the castle one by one.

The ice and snow outside completely aroused their interest, especially Abe, who had never seen snow a few times since he was born.

A few days ago, the students were busy packing their luggage, and there were still a lot of people, and it could still restrain its own nature.

But today is different, everyone should have gone back, the number of people staying in the school has decreased by more than half, and the space is relatively larger.

It rushed into the snowdrift wantonly and rolled, its white body and white clothes completely blended into the snow, if you don't look carefully, you can't see there is a white dragon in the snowdrift.

If Aaron hadn't warned it not to show its wings, it would probably be able to flap its wings and fly into the sky to watch the falling snow.

When he came to the playground, seeing no one around, Aaron took out the expensive magic carpet from the system space, and jumped on it with Abbe.

The dark blue magic carpet is not as difficult to control as a broomstick. It completely obeys Aaron's orders and moves as it pleases. Moreover, the area of ​​the magic carpet is not small, and it can accommodate three or five people.

It's just the two of them now, even if they lie on it and roll... maybe they will fall.

Sitting on the magic carpet, admiring Hogwarts in the snow, each with a lollipop in their mouths, it can be said to be extremely comfortable.

However, it may also be because the flying was a little too ostentatious. Professor McGonagall, who was in the office, happened to see the two of them, and then his eyes lit up a little.

"Aaron, Mr. Gaius, can you come here?" Professor McGonagall shouted with a smile in front of the window, like a witch who induced an 11-year-old boy to commit a crime.

Aaron froze for a moment, then controlled the magic carpet and flew over, "That...Professor McGonagall, what's the matter?"

"Uh...well, Aaron, your flying blanket is..." Professor McGonagall glanced at the magic carpet from time to time, a little embarrassed.

After all, as a professor at Hogwarts, she was actually interested in the things of the students. She felt embarrassed to say it, but she really liked such magic props.

Professor McGonagall is a Quidditch fanatic himself, and when he was young, he also liked to use a broomstick to experience the feeling of speed.

But now that she is getting older, not only her body does not allow her to use a broomstick, but her image also does not allow her.

And the magic carpet perfectly meets her needs. It is elegant, comfortable, safe and can fly smoothly. It is no better than a broomstick.

"Uh... I dug it out of the warehouse at home before I came to school." Aaron explained solemnly, then frowned, "Professor, the school doesn't seem to have a rule against using magic carpets!"

"That's not true. It's not written in the school regulations." Professor McGonagall said, "But we still have to pay attention to the impact, understand?"

"Understood, I also play it during the Christmas holidays, and I don't usually take it out when I go to school."

"That's good." Professor McGonagall nodded, then looked at the magic carpet with piercing eyes, "Mr. Gaius, I wonder if I can experience this blanket of yours."

Hearing this, Aaron was a little confused, and then turned to look at Abe.

It shook its head solemnly, and took a step forward with one foot, showing an inexplicable sense of territory.

The light in Professor McGonagall's eyes gradually dimmed, "If it doesn't work, forget it."

"Okay, why not!" Aaron said immediately, "It's my honor to have the professor come up."