Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"You... you kind of third-year wizards?" Ron looked at Aaron blankly, "I know you are better than us, but don't say that you don't seem to be in the third year."

"That's not important." Aaron waved his hand, "What matters is that Harry can't beat Sirius Black.

Moreover, he knew that Harry was at Hogwarts, he knew the location of the Gryffindor common room, and he could kill Harry if he could find a chance.

But what about Harry?He has no advantage at all, and he has been taken special care of by the dementors. "

"He has the Marauder's Map," Ron reminded in a low voice.

"Well, that's the only advantage.

But you have to look at that map all the time, otherwise you won't even know when Black is going to Hogwarts. "

"I know." Harry said firmly, clutching the Marauder's Map tightly, "I will get familiar with this map as soon as possible. As long as I can do this, even if Black enters Hogwarts, he will also grasp Not to me.

In addition, I will ask Professor Lupine to teach me the Patronus Charm. He was not well enough to teach me before, but it should be fine after school starts. "

Chapter 313 Who Sent The Firebolt?dragon claw in crystal ball

Christmas.

Aaron woke up early in the morning, a pile of gift boxes piled up at the foot of the bed.

He dug out the gift of Jinns, a crystal clear crystal ball.

"I knew it." Aaron carefully placed the crystal ball on the table, followed the method taught by Professor Trelawney, and began to concentrate on divination.

However, after more than ten minutes, he only saw some vague fragments on the crystal ball.

A goblet with blue and white flames dancing inside, and a white claw in addition.

Aaron shook his head violently, and it took him a while to recover.

He has been learning divination for less than half a year, and he can barely be regarded as an apprentice fortune-teller. Divinating the future with a crystal ball is still quite exhausting for him now.

"That claw looks like..."

Thoughtful, Aaron turned his head to look at Abe who was lying on the rolling bed made of cotton candy, and couldn't help but feel a toothache.

it should be no problem?Although his dragon is a little skinny, it won't cause any trouble.

Aaron comforted himself unconfidently, and then opened the gift from his parents.

Just when he thought it was a postcard, a familiar portfolio appeared in front of his eyes, with a few words of gift on it:

Guaranteed to be much more detailed than the previous one.

I hope you can choose carefully and don't make us wait too long.

Gollum!

Aaron couldn't help swallowing, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

It's a wonderful Christmas, and I actually sent over the file bag of the blind date. It's just to add to his troubles. It's not as good as a postcard!

Crunch!

A floor in the corner was opened, and the thought body came out from it.

"Merry Christmas."

"Stop mocking me, this is the worst Christmas I've ever had." Aaron stuffed the portfolio into the gift box speechlessly, and was about to put it in the secret room to eat ashes.

"How's the renovation going on down there?"

"You know, Transfiguration is not a panacea." Sentiment sighed meaningfully, "We are not Salazar Slytherin, and the resources we can mobilize are quite limited."

"Change as much as you can!

But at least the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, practice room, and potion room must be separated. "

"I understand, after all... I am the one who lives down there."

Aaron smiled awkwardly, "I'm going to eat first, you arrange it yourself, don't forget to practice the magic circle."

Thought Body:  …

When we came to the auditorium, a large dining table was placed in the center.

Since many students chose to go home for Christmas, there were only a dozen people eating here, the principal Dumbledore, the deans of the four colleges, the administrator Filch, Harry, Ron, Hermione and two A first grader and a fifth grader.

"Gaius, sit down!" Dumbledore laughed.

Aaron sat at the table naturally, and Abe also got a seat and began to enjoy a hearty breakfast.

"Did you give Harry a Christmas present?" Ron asked curiously.

"A model broom! I said it before."

"Really?" Ron was a little skeptical, "Harry did receive a magic broom this morning, but in addition to the Nimbus 2000 specimen, there was also a world-standard Firebolt.

We have eliminated all the people who can be excluded, and now you are left with this ability. "

"If it's really you who sent it, you can admit it openly, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Hermione laughed.

"It's really not me." Aaron shook his head. "I feel sorry for the Nimbus 2000, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give him the best broomstick, and that's not how money is spent."

"Who would it be if it wasn't you?" Harry frowned slightly, there was no signature on the broom, and he didn't know any rich man who could spend so much money for him.

"How do I know, maybe even Hagrid."

"It can't be, it can't be him." Ron said with certainty, "It's impossible for Hagrid to afford a Firebolt."

"Haha!" Aaron couldn't help but sneered, "What ignorance, although Hagrid looks a little sloppy, he is definitely a rare rich man in Hogwarts.

Don't forget that he is relying on a piece of forbidden forest, the feathers of unicorns, the venom of giant spiders, hippogriffs, etc., plus all kinds of precious herbs in the forbidden forest.

As long as he wanted to, selling something casually in Diagon Alley was comparable to a professor's salary. "

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay. None of them thought that Hagrid would be so rich. He usually didn't even have a decent dress, and the place where he lived was even more... It was hard to describe.

But he turned out to be a local tyrant hiding beside them, which really blinded their dog eyes.

"But even so, it wouldn't be Hagrid." Hermione said after thinking for a moment, "He's been worrying about how to deal with the Committee for Disposal of Dangerous Animals these days, and he doesn't have much time at all."

"Buckbeak?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "It must have been too long!"

"He needs to prepare a sufficient and strong defense. If Buckbeak loses the case, I'm afraid..."

"Understood." Aaron nodded, "So you are running back and forth in the library these days to help him find some useful cases."

"True, but it didn't turn out very well," said Harry regretfully. "The defense of Fantastic Beasts is almost never successful."

"I also advise you not to waste your efforts. Many people have seen Draco's injury. In the face of such iron-like evidence, any defense is powerless."

"But that was Malfoy's provocation." Harry said angrily.

"I don't deny that.

But that didn't matter at all, Malfoy's safety was more important than an unruly magical animal. "

"I don't think so." Ron said angrily.

"But most people think so, the most important thing is that the powerful and rich Lucius Malfoy thinks so, he will not let Draco get hurt for nothing."

Hearing this, the three of them all had a touch of disappointment on their faces.

Unless Lucius Malfoy was merciful, Hagrid's defeat would be a certainty, and Buckbeak would surely die.

After a brief silence, Hermione turned her attention to Aaron, "If Gaius is willing to help, Malfoy should change his mind, right?"

After the words fell, Harry and Ron also looked at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry, I might disappoint you." Aaron said bluntly, "I'm not familiar with Buckbeak, so there's no reason to save him.

And Draco is my friend, what would he think if I saved the Hippogriff that hurt him? "

"That means there is no hope?" Harry lowered his head in disappointment.

"Not without it." Aaron lowered his voice, "Just let it go secretly."

Buckbeak was a hippogriff after all, and even the Ministry of Magic would have to spend a lot of energy and time to catch a magical flying animal.

Based on his understanding of Fudge, it is likely that the major incidents will be reduced to minor ones.

"Alas!" Hermione shook her head slowly, "The supervision is not effective. The Ministry of Magic will hold Hagrid accountable. Azkaban brought him a lot of fear last year. Going in again will drive him crazy."

"There's nothing you can do about it, unless..."

"Unless what?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Unless Buckbeak's being let go has nothing to do with Hagrid, for example, he broke free during the escort, or he scratched the executioner and escaped during the execution.

This is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic, but it is almost impossible to do this with your abilities. "

The three of Harry looked at each other, everything was silent.

This idea is a bit rotten, but it's better than being helpless.

Seeing their expressions, Aaron was speechless for a moment.

But he didn't think about stopping them either. When the time came, they would retreat in spite of the difficulties.

"Having said that, if Hagrid didn't send the Firebolt, who would it be?"

"I might know." Hermione bit her lip, and looked at Harry and Ron complicatedly. "I guess it might be Sirius Black."

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible."

Harry and Ron said in unison.

Sirius Black was a wanted criminal, he had no money to buy Firebolts at all, let alone the Firebolts were given to Harry Potter, his enemy.

"It's possible." Hermione said in embarrassment, "He can't enter Hogwarts, but it's not difficult to send a broom, what if he casts a curse?

I suggest having Professor McGonagall look at it first, to double check. "

"Impossible!" Aaron smiled embarrassingly, "If Sirius wants to harm Harry in this way, there is no need to send a broomstick, and it is the same to send some snacks and poison.

And it's the Firebolt, the most expensive broomstick in the world. Isn't it absurd to spend so much money just to make Harry fall off during a Quidditch match? "

"That's so true." Harry thought deeply, and it hadn't been a few hours since the Firebolt had been in his hands, and he hadn't warmed it up yet, so he was reluctant to hand it over.

Hermione also felt that she was a little unfounded, so she smiled awkwardly and ate breakfast.

At this time, the door of the auditorium suddenly opened, and Professor Trelawney walked in. Probably to cater for the festive atmosphere, her dress was much brighter than usual.

"Sybil." Dumbledore laughed, "What a surprise!"

"I was looking at the crystal ball just now, and fate led me here, please forgive me for being late." Professor Trelawney said with a tremor in his voice, "Thirteen people?

My Merlin!When thirteen people dine together, the first one to stand up will be the first one to die. "

"Including you is fourteen professors." Aaron said a little speechlessly. Trelawney's divination skills were impeccable, but he was just a little naughty.

Dumbledore waved his wand and conjured a chair next to Aaron, "Please sit down, Sybil."

Trelawney hesitated, then sat down slowly.

"Professor Lupine not here?"

"Professor Lupine is ill, and he probably won't recover until next semester." Harry said with some concern, "He looks a little weak."

"It doesn't matter." Dumbledore reassured, "Professor Snape will make him the potion."

Snape nodded expressionlessly.

"Professor, I have a question about divination." Aaron said after struggling for a moment.

"You ask, Mr. Gaius." Trelawney looked particularly excited, and the others looked at him with interest.

"I used a crystal ball to divination today, but the future I saw was a strange cup with blue and white flames inside."

"Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore said unexpectedly, "You actually saw the Goblet of Fire?"

"What's the Goblet of Fire, sir?" Harry asked curiously.

"A powerful magic item." Dumbledore hesitated to speak, "I believe you will know soon."

"Hmm..." Professor Trelawney pondered for a moment, "Did you only see the Goblet of Fire?"

"I also saw a paw." Aaron raised Abe's right paw with some embarrassment.

"it?"

Trelawney blinked blankly, and opened his mouth in disbelief, "I can only say that Mr. Gaius, you have a magical pet, and its function is very important."