Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"It doesn't make any difference, they both want to kill me." Harry laughed at himself, then seemed to think of something, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it was Snape."

"Impossible." Aaron retorted unceremoniously, "Although Professor Snape's attitude towards you is a bit... different, it is absolutely impossible for him to harm you."

"That's right." Hermione agreed. "Dumbledore believed in Snape. He had many chances to harm you. In the past few years..."

"The Dark Mark hasn't appeared in the past few years!" Harry interrupted her helplessly, "He didn't harm me before, maybe it's because the Mysterious Man lost power, and he couldn't act well under Dumbledore's nose. They can only make things difficult for me in different ways.

But now that the Dark Mark has appeared, maybe the time is ripe for him.

Most importantly... Karkaroff and Snape were old acquaintances, and I saw what they were arguing with when Aaron and I went to his private storage room. "

"It's really interesting." Aaron sneered, "Just because of this you doubt Professor Snape?

Harry Potter, how many times have you suspected that Professor Snape wanted to kill you? "

Harry was speechless for a moment, it seemed that he would suspect Snape every time something happened, but it wasn't him every time.

"Uh... I don't think it was Snape who threw your name into the Goblet of Fire." Sirius said thoughtfully. If he works, Dumbledore will never let him teach at Hogwarts."

"Did you hear that?" Aaron gave Harry a supercilious look, "Even if you don't believe in Professor Snape, you should still believe in Dumbledore!"

"Mr. Black, is there anything else you want to tell us?" Hermione asked.

"That's all for now, find Barty Crouch, he might know something.

Also, if you write a letter, just send it to me here, so that I can keep abreast of the abnormal situation at any time, but you can't leave Hogwarts to see me. It would be too dangerous if someone wants to attack Harry. "

"Dangerous?" Harry smiled wryly, "What could be more dangerous than Fire Dragon and Grindylow?"

"The third project." Sirius solemnly reminded, "The first two projects didn't kill you, so the third project is the last chance.

The third item can be very dangerous and you must not be careless. "

"Understood." Harry nodded seriously.

"At least you are safe until the third project starts." Aaron teased, "There are more than three months in between, enough for you to have a good rest."

Hearing this, a look of embarrassment appeared on Harry's face.

That's what he said, but he didn't dare to think so.

Sufficient time is all an illusion, and the second project has taught him enough lessons.

If he hadn't prepared ahead of time, the third project might have killed him, and he wouldn't be so naive as to think that Dobby could help him one more time.

"Okay, it's time for you to go back to school.

If any of you talk about me just call me 'Cold'. "

After the words fell, the schoolbag was stuffed into Harry's arms, but the food inside was wiped out, leaving only a few bones and two empty bottles.

Sirius turned back into the appearance of the black dog. Harry put away the invisibility cloak that had fallen on the ground, waved to the black dog, and turned back to Hogwarts Castle.

......

Shenming Hall.

Aaron shared his memory with the thought body.

"It can't be Professor Snape, and it can't be Karkaroff." The thought body said very firmly, "If there is no accident, Voldemort should have sent someone to infiltrate Hogwarts."

"So sure?"

"Remember Professor Snape said that the African tree snake skin and lacewing insects are missing, it seems that someone is really preparing the polyjuice soup."

"The reasoning ability is good!"

The missing body rolled its eyes speechlessly, and complained: "In addition to taking two elective courses, it is practicing magic in the Shenming Temple. If it were you, it would be inevitable that you would not think about other things."

Aaron smiled awkwardly, and immediately changed the subject: "The question is who is this person?"

"I don't know." The missing body spread its hands speechlessly, "We don't have any suspects now, this person is very smart and cautious, and he hasn't left any flaws.

He should have imprisoned a person, using that person's hair or nails to continuously make compound potions, and sneaked into Hogwarts perfectly. "

"Ruthless man!" Aaron said with emotion, "I'm afraid this person integrated into the school before the Goblet of Fire, assuming it was the first day of school...

I am obedient and drank the compound decoction for half a year. "

"This time will continue to be extended, and he should not appear before the third project."

Aaron was noncommittal, and the opponent put Harry Potter's name into the Goblet of Fire, apparently trying to kill him with the help of the Triwizard Tournament.

There were accidents in the first two projects, one was when Professor Moody reminded Harry to use the broomstick, and the other was when Dobby stole the gill weed, but the third project was absolutely irresistible to the other party, and if it failed again, there might even be some accidents. Possibly in person.

"Poor Harry Potter, every year is so sad."

"We should be glad that he is still alive. Without this shield, we may have to enjoy similar treatment."

"That's true, his bad luck is his business, it has nothing to do with me." Aaron said, but soon a wry smile appeared on his face, "According to Adrian's request, I have to work for the last project The other warriors escort, which means I have to protect Harry Potter."

The missing body shrugged, "Even without the request of the eldest sister, he cannot be allowed to die."

"I know, but I feel inexplicably upset." Aaron said angrily and helplessly, "And this means that we may have to face the person who threw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire."

"That's okay." The missing body said in a slow tone, "As long as we don't face Voldemort head-on, there is nothing to be afraid of. His Death Eaters will not be our opponents."

Chapter 391 Abbe's highlight moment, facing the fried-tailed snail?

The three of Harry sent a letter to Percy, asking him how Barty Crouch was doing.

For the next period of time, apart from using owls to regularly bring food to Sirius, they just waited for Percy's reply.

In the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, Hagrid finished his lecture on unicorns.

This time he took out some more boxes, and just when everyone was worried about the newly hatched snails inside, Hagrid opened the boxes triumphantly.

Inside were many platypus-like creatures with black fur and flat, shovel-like front paws.

"Is this... a sniff?"

"Very discerning, Mr. Gaius." Hagrid praised, "Usually you can find them in mines, and what Nixiu likes most is shiny things..."

At this time, the smell in the box seemed to smell something.

Dozens of snuffers suddenly jumped out of the box and rushed towards Aaron.

"Fuck!"

Aaron swears subconsciously.

Before he could react, Abe jumped out of his arms, roaring to meet him.

The fourth-year students of Slytherin and Gryffindor House were eye-opening. Except for a few people who knew the Abbe race, it seemed to others that this was a story of a cat fighting dozens of platypus.

Abei was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, quickly waving his paws and tail, killing all directions heartily, the black Xixiu was thrown out one by one by the white holy dragon.

Two minutes later, there was only one white cat standing proudly in the middle of the field, with one of its front paws pressing one for sniffing, and another one in its mouth.

"Great, it's amazing, this class is really worth it." Simo said in admiration, and couldn't help clapping his hands.

The same was true for the others, and there was thunderous applause for a while.

Abe became the most beautiful cub in the audience, completely regaining the limelight that was taken away by the two unicorn cubs. If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, it would have the urge to raise its head to the sky and howl.

boom!

A big hand pressed directly on its faucet and lifted it up.

The subdued two snuffers quickly ran to Hagrid's side as if they had been pardoned, obviously knowing who had the ability to protect them here.

"Hagrid, I'm sorry." Aaron said embarrassedly, and then waved his wand, all the Nifflers in the field flew into Hagrid's box.

"Uh...it's okay, it's really okay." Hagrid said excitedly.

Dragons are his favorite, and it is quite exciting to see Abe's battle up close.

Besides, Abe's strikes were still very measured, and his Xixiu didn't suffer any harm.

Aaron looked at Abe with a bad expression, "Explain it!"

"Don't make things difficult for it, I might know what's going on." Hagrid said with a smile, "Xixiu's favorite thing is gold coins. It must be the things in Abe's pocket that attracted them."

Hearing this, the corners of Aaron's mouth twitched slightly.

Abe nodded persistently. Last year, the owner spent a lot of gold on the feathers of those magical animals, but it hurt him for a long time.

That time it was reluctant but said nothing, but this time it absolutely couldn't bear it.

A group of platypus dared to covet its wealth, and dared to rush up to snatch it openly. Does it really mean that the holy dragon has no temper?

"Continue to class, Sniff is a well-known treasure detector, you can have a good time today." Hagrid smiled, and then pointed to a large piece of newly opened land, "I buried some gold coins there, you guys You can pick a sniff one by one.

I will give prizes to whoever picks Xixiu and digs out the most gold coins.

You have to take care to remove all valuables from your body, otherwise, if you don't pay attention, you will be sniffed and stolen. "

The students took off their watches and necklaces one after another, cleaned out the money in their pockets, and then went forward to claim the Xixiu.

These platypus-like magical creatures are not as dangerous as snails, nor wary of humans like unicorns, but they are gentle and affectionate with humans.

Soon the treasure digging began, and the speed of Xixiu's digging was no less than that of a groundhog. They dug out gold coins one by one, and handed them to the owner with their mouths.

Ron gained the most. The gold coins he dug out from the one he chose were several times more than the others. It was rare to experience the happiness of a rich man.

It was Aaron who gained the least, because his Niu Niu scratched the soil a few times and then looked back at Abe's pocket. Obviously, a severe beating still couldn't stop his love for gold coins.

When get out of class was over, Hagrid took back all the gold coins and gave Ron a large bar of chocolate as a reward.

"I really want to buy one as a pet." Ron said from the bottom of his heart.

"Better not," said Hagrid. "Snuffers are great at treasure hunting, but they're also great at tearing down houses. I don't want your mother writing to scold me."

Ron smiled embarrassingly, and was reluctant to return Xixiu.

In the next few weeks, everything seemed to be very smooth, but Hermione often received some malicious letters accusing her of playing with other people's feelings, which made her patience with Rita Skeeter reach the limit.

Towards the end of the Easter holidays, Harry's owl, Hedwig, flew back with a letter from Percy.

Harry called Aaron and opened the letter in the Transfiguration classroom.

His letter was not long, only a few lines, but he seemed rather impatient.

Mr. Crouch worked so hard that I didn't see him in person, and many things were sent by owl instructions, but I would never mistake my boss's handwriting.

I'm pretty busy right now, so don't bother me unless it's something urgent.

"Hmm..." After reading the letter, Aaron Mosuo twitched his chin and pondered for a while, "My intuition tells me that something happened to Barty Crouch most likely."

"But Percy said there was nothing wrong with his handwriting." Ron said puzzled, "Maybe he is really seriously ill."

"Maybe! But I still trust my instincts."

"It's best not to guess casually without definite evidence." Hermione said seriously, "Mr. Crouch is the director of the Ministry of Magic after all, and we are just a few fourth-year wizards. No one will believe us for no reason."

Aaron couldn't deny it, and then looked at Harry, "No matter what Crouch's current situation is, we can't control it, but you need to prepare early."

"I understand." Harry nodded, and then said depressedly: "But the last item of the Triwizard Tournament has not been announced yet, I just want to prepare but I don't know how to do it."

"Then find a way to improve your strength. The last item must be related to the strength of the Warriors."

"Are you so sure?" Ron said suspiciously.

"Remember what Hagrid said when he first took out the snails?" Aaron said meaningfully, "It was for a big project."

The three of them looked at each other, then thought of something, and swallowed together.

Hermione frowned, and said solemnly: "You mean the warriors of the Triwizard Tournament may have to face the fried-tailed snails?"

"Correct, it's an adult snail.

If nothing else, they should be able to grow to a height of more than three meters. "

Hearing this, Harry turned pale, he didn't think he could defeat such a monster.

"It's okay!" Ron forced a smile, and said with a stiff face: "The snails are almost dead, there should be few left now!"

"I don't deny this, but it also shows that the third project is not only the snail, there may be other dangerous creatures, at least five warriors must have one!"

Harry pursed his lips with difficulty, and said forcedly, "Do you have any suggestions?"

"Hehe!" Aaron's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly, "I won't talk about the attacking spells, you will have some, but the defensive ones..."

"The Iron Curse?" Hermione said without thinking.

"That's right, there are almost two months left, you'd better learn this spell.