A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Harry and the others were wasting their time on Snape. They were simply losing their way. They might as well have been staring at Hagrid.

Although the effect will not be too great, it is equivalent to narrowing the road.

After all, this giant is simple-minded and may not even know that he has revealed the secret, but this does not mean that it has no effect at all.

Aaron, however, put himself into Voldemort to think about the problem, and came up with a simpler and more direct way, which is to stare at Dumbledore.

He didn't believe that the majestic Dark Lord could not handle a three-headed dog. This was a complete joke.

With Voldemort's ability, it is not difficult to kill Maomao, but the noise caused will definitely not be small.

The three-headed dog's roar will resound throughout the castle. This alarm sound will attract powerful enemies to him, and everything will be unpredictable when the time comes.

If these enemies were just college professors, he might be able to escape after paying a price, but if Dumbledore was there, it would be for free, so he would definitely find a way to get past Maomao from Hagrid.

But in fact, even if he figured out all the mechanisms, he probably wouldn't take action immediately, because as long as he made a little noise, it might attract Dumbledore's attention.

It would be useless to get the Philosopher's Stone at that time. It would not be too easy for a White Devil in his prime to destroy a dying Dark Lord.

For Voldemort, the best time to act is only when Dumbledore leaves Hogwarts. The rest of the time is more or less risky.

And in his current half-dead state, he couldn't take any risks at all.

Fortunately, Aaron and Dumbledore had an informal negotiation and could come up with reasonable reasons at any time to ask the two professors to find out Dumbledore's whereabouts, otherwise things would be really difficult to handle.

...

The next day, all of Hogwarts became serious.

The final exam, which makes the good students excited and gives the poor students a headache, was very accurately placed on all the students, and no one fell behind.

The written test is the most time-consuming and torturous.

You have to answer all the questions in a stuffy classroom with a spelled quill.

Aaron was the first to walk out of the examination room. He had a photographic memory. He didn't have to think at all when answering questions. He knew what to write at a glance.

Hermione and Draco handed in their papers almost at the same time, and they looked at each other unconvinced, as if two magic spells collided, creating violent sparks in the air.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, "Both of you, I'm very satisfied with the look in your eyes now, full of competitive spirit.

But please restrain yourself, we haven’t finished the exam yet! "

The two snorted at the same time and turned their heads away one after another.

"You lose, Malfoy."

"That's not necessarily the case." Draco sneered.

He knew that he was slightly lower than Hermione in terms of academic performance, but before the results came out, his momentum could not be overpowered by the other party.

After the written exam came the practical exam. Students entered three classrooms: Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration. They cast spells to make fruits dance, turn mice into boxes, and prepare potions according to strict procedures.

Professor Flitwick will give grades based on the effectiveness of the spells, plus the written test score to get the total score for the Charms class.

This professor's exams are very lenient and he is very enthusiastic towards his students. As long as there are no accidents, he will give high marks. If there is an accident, he can pass again if he tries again.

The Potions exam is not as difficult as many students imagine. As long as you can successfully complete the steps, Professor Snape, the master of Potions, will score based on the quality of the potion.

But Gryffindor must be more 'taken care of', and he will create as much pressure on them as possible within his permission.

For example, Harry and Ron, under his intimidating gaze, completed the exam extremely nervously.

Professor McGonagall is more strict. She checks the box for defects and deducts points to a certain extent based on the size of the defect.

If there's a rat's whiskers or tail on the box, you're in luck, because it means you'll be hovering on the passing line.

But if half of the box is a mouse's body and it can still move around, it will definitely fail.

"How do you feel?" Aaron held Abe in his arms and looked meaningfully at the three Dracos who came out of the examination room of the History of Magic class and asked.

"Just give it a try!" Crabbe shook his head and said, "Most of the questions are not too difficult, but there are a few that I really can't do. I didn't write a word, for fear that Professor Binns would say that I had tampered with history."

"Same feeling, I think so too." Gore agreed.

"I feel it's a pity." Draco said with some regret, "I only failed to answer one question, the reason for the elf rebellion.

I didn't listen when the professor taught this lesson, because I have a house elf at home, and his submissive attitude was simply the best.

So...I'm not interested in their rebellion at all, it's probably just a small fight! "

The corners of Aaron's mouth twitched, and then he gave him a thumbs up, "Your idea is really... so inappropriate, especially as the heir to a pure-blood family."

"Any questions?"

"The problem is that you may not even be able to defeat the house elves in your home." Aaron said speechlessly.

"No way!" Draco was a little unconvinced, "I admit that they are good at working and doing housework, but that's all."

"That's your illusion.

House elves will not attack their masters, no matter how wronged they are.

But this does not mean that they are weak. In fact, the fighting power of some house elves can even be compared with that of Aurors, and they will not care about their lives if they fight for their lives."

Draco couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The elf with the least status in the house was actually more powerful than him, which made him a little unacceptable.

"Better be a little nicer to the elves in your house in the future!

Although they are servants, they are barely strong compared to us fledgling wizards.

Of course, how to treat it is your Malfoy's family business. I won't care and I have no right to care, but..." Aaron paused and raised a little finger, "Before you have the ability to defeat it, it's better to give it a little respect."

Draco nodded blankly, "I'll try my best!"

After the final exam, the atmosphere in Hogwarts was obviously much more relaxed.

The tense nerves were completely relaxed, and some students even began to cheer.

Regardless of whether they did well or not, at least they were free and carefree for a week before the test results came out.

And after this week, there would be a long summer vacation, which was worth everyone's expectations.

However, in this relaxed atmosphere, Aaron had a feeling that a storm was coming.

Because Harry often ran to Hagrid, and from time to time he would come to ask him if Snape had any abnormalities.

And the frequency became more and more frequent, from asking once every two days, to asking once a day, and now asking several times a day.

After more than ten contacts, Aaron inevitably "guessed" some things, so he simply "showed his cards" with them.

Of course, the cards he showed were half true and half false, and more based on the fact that Snape might be a bad guy, deliberately supporting Harry and his inference.

The two sides briefly exchanged the information they had, and naturally came to the conclusion that Voldemort was in Hogwarts, and someone (most likely Professor Snape) was cooperating with him to plot the Philosopher's Stone.

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly. Harry and Ron both expressed that they regretted not knowing Aaron earlier. Aaron pretended to be serious and regretted not knowing Aaron earlier.

......

"Harry, I really think you are annoying." Aaron couldn't help rubbing his forehead as he watched Harry Potter pacing in the Transfiguration classroom. "You are the first person who makes me feel annoyed except my uncle.

It took him several years to make me feel this way, but you only took less than ten days.

In a way, this is already an achievement."

"I know, I know." Harry said excitedly, "I feel that I am a little abnormal, but my forehead hurts as if it is burning.

This scar has hurt before, but never Not as frequent as it is now. The black robe people are about to act, and the danger is coming. He seemed to be extremely disturbed, waking up in his sleep for several days. "" Um ... I suggest you go to Ms. Pomfrey, she is not sick. " He was drowsy. A blue light hit Harry, and he closed his eyes immediately, lying on a table straight. "This, this, but this..." Ron stammered and couldn't speak clearly, "What did you do to him?"

"I just let him rest for a while. Don't worry, I have controlled the power, and he will wake up soon."