Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Very good, five points from Gryffindor.

Bowtruckles are even-tempered, extremely shy animals.

If you need to obtain materials from their roosting trees, it is recommended to offer woodjacks to them, which will appease them.

But if the tree it lives in is threatened, it will jump down and dig people's eyes with its long sharp fingers, which I believe you will not want to try. "

"If you'd like to come a little closer, you can come here and get some woodjacks and lead a Bowtruckle.

Share one with up to three people so that they can be studied more carefully.

Before get out of class is over, everyone turns in a sketch, marking each part of the Bowtruckle's body. "

Aaron was the first to go over, grabbed a handful of ground turtles and threw them on the best-looking Bowtruckle, and then stretched out his right hand to it.

The Bowtruckle hesitated for a moment, then jumped onto Aaron's palm.

The other students followed suit, but they focused on the larger Bowtruckles, which made it easier to draw.

Aaron lightly poked the Bowtruckle's finger on the palm of his hand, and carefully placed it on his shoulder.

There was a hint of resentment in Abe's eyes. It used to be on the shoulder of the owner, but since he got fat, no, the place seemed a bit crowded for him when he grew up.

"As for it? Look at how promising you are." Aaron laughed dumbly, made Abe squat down, and stretched out his front paw to hold the Bowtruckle on his right paw.

After posing, he took out a large sheet of parchment and a carbon pen from Abe's pocket.

He didn't learn much about painting, but at least he has been painting magic circles for four years, and his foundation is much better than others.

In a short while, a lifelike sketch was completed, but the stupid and cute holy dragon took up most of the area in this painting, and the Bowtruckle only took up a small part of the upper left corner.

"This way the homework is barely finished." Aaron murmured, while Abe nodded in satisfaction, his clear eyes narrowed into crescent shapes.

Chapter 455 I Can't Lie, Light and Dark Element Magic Book

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Harry Potter walked to Umbridge's office with a heavy heart.

He also came to the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor several times. Lockhart's office was filled with various portraits of him, Lupin's office was full of strange magical creatures, and fake Moody's office was filled with Various magic props.

And Umbridge remodeled the office beyond recognition. Everything was covered with lacy tablecloths and tablecloths. The walls were covered with large and small plates, and each plate contained a different breed. s cat.

"You're fined for copying some sentences today, Mr. Potter."

Harry felt a little relieved, he was just copying sentences, which was not too difficult compared to punishments like patrolling the Forbidden Forest at night and cleaning the prize showroom.

Harry was about to take out his quill when Umbridge stopped him.

"No, not with your quill, you want to use a special pen I made." Umbridge said, and then put a long, sharp black quill in front of him, "Now, I want you to write 'I must not lie'."

"How many times?"

"Well..." Umbridge said softly, "Write this sentence deeply into it."

"You didn't give me ink," said Harry.

"You don't need ink." Umbridge turned his face away, and the corners of his mouth kept rising, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Harry didn't care either, it was normal that the magic pen didn't need ink.

He picked up the pen and began to write on the parchment. It was indeed a magic pen, which could write bright red characters without ink.

"hiss!"

Harry gasped in pain suddenly, the same style as the parchment 'I must not lie' appeared on the back of his hand like a knife.

But those bright red wounds healed in a second and never seemed to be there.

Now he understands why the pen has no ink, because the ink is the blood of the user.

It was he who thought Umbridge was kind. She was more perverted, crazy, and cruel than he thought. This was definitely the most dangerous and painful confinement he had ever encountered.

write sentences?It would be more appropriate to say bloodletting.

"What's wrong?" Umbridge blinked at him innocently.

Suppressing the pain, Harry said stubbornly, "It's nothing."

"That's right." Umbridge showed a smug smile, and asked meaningfully: "Because you know very well in your heart that you really deserve to be punished.

Right, Mr. Potter? "

Harry didn't answer, he knew Umbridge was reading his joke.

He didn't show any weakness, and silently wrote "I can't lie" over and over again on the paper, and the bright red bloodstains kept repeating the cycle of appearing, healing, reappearing, and healing again on the back of his hand.

Harry Potter didn't admit his mistakes, and didn't humbly submit, which made Umbridge a little disappointed, but she didn't take it too seriously.

This was the first day, and it was expected that he could handle it.

But the confinement would last a week, and she could definitely teach Harry Potter a lesson he would never forget.

I believe that in a week, 'I must not lie' will be engraved on the back of his hand, even if he still wants to promote those remarks about the resurrection of the Dark Lord, he will have to weigh it.

......

Sunday morning.

Aaron signed in as usual, and then he was going to take Abe to the auditorium for breakfast.

But as soon as he walked to the common room, Draco reminded: "Here is a package for you."

"Package?" Aaron was stunned for a moment, but he regained his energy immediately after realizing it.

He walked up to Draco quickly, and seeing a neat square package on the table, he couldn't hold back the joy on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked with some doubts, "I've never seen you so happy."

"What do you know?" Aaron said, "Four years! I have been wronged for four full years, and today I see a glimmer of light, so why don't I be happy?"

The corners of Draco's mouth twitched slightly, but this might be Aaron's private matter, and he couldn't ask too much.

"What did your uncle give you?"

"Knowledge, the knowledge I want." Aaron showed an enigmatic smile, and then opened the package with slightly trembling hands with excitement.

Not surprisingly, there was a wooden box inside.

In addition to this, there is a note: Young master, fortunately, I did not disgrace my life, and my subordinates acted with affection and reason, and finally got what you wanted.

Aaron smiled slightly, red flames bloomed at his fingertips, and burned the note to ashes in the blink of an eye.

As expected, Jins did not disappoint him, and his work efficiency was higher than he thought.

What he said before the start of school was indeed from the heart. The practice of the elemental magic circle for four consecutive years did make him a little upset, but it was impossible for him to give up elemental magic because of upset, and he was more just complaining.

But unexpectedly, it took only a week for Jinns to settle the matter and persuade the ancestor of Wehrt to teach him new magic.

Draco wanted to open the wooden box curiously, but as soon as his hand approached, a blood-red magic circle appeared on the wooden box and shocked him back several steps.

"What is this?" Draco asked in shock.

"You can understand it as a special lock, which contains the secrets of the Gaius family, and it is not so easy for outsiders to open." Aaron explained, and then cut his fingers under Draco's gaze.

A drop of blood dripped on the wooden box, the magic circle slowly disappeared, and the wooden box turned into sawdust and shattered.

"Is this... the Vanishing Curse?"

Hearing this, Aaron almost staggered, and said speechlessly, "This has nothing to do with the Vanishing Curse."

After cleaning up the sawdust, a small wooden box appeared in the package.

Aaron looked at the extra brown wooden box, and his face couldn't help twitching slightly, "Watfak! Where do you put this doll?"

Draco tried not to laugh out loud, "There's a note inside."

"I saw it." Aaron picked up the note, but this one wasn't written by Jinns, but written to him by Wilhelm. There were only two simple sentences on it:

If you're really ready, open this chest, which contains two spells you haven't learned.

But let me remind you, be mentally prepared.

"It's inexplicable." Aaron smiled contemptuously, and wanted him to give up after a few words, how could it be possible.

"I won't eat breakfast, and don't bother me before noon." Aaron said, then picked up the box and returned to the dormitory.

Putting the wooden box on the table, Aaron rubbed his hands excitedly.

But just as he was about to open it, various colorful magic circles appeared on it.

Water, fire, wind, earth, and thunder, the five taboo elemental magic circles, are engraved on the five sides of the box respectively.

Numerous low-level to final-level magic circles are entangled with each other like chains, interlocking with each other, forming five precise big locks with the taboo magic circle, locking the box tightly.

"Hehe!" Aaron held his forehead and shook his head, "As for playing with me like this?"

This is definitely Weihet's handwriting. Jins can't fix those taboo magic circles, let alone this perverted anti-theft lock.

This is for him to solve it step by step from easy to difficult. If he makes a mistake in one step, the magic circle will pulverize the contents of the box, which is more exciting than dismantling a bomb.

To dismantle the bomb is just to cut a thread, but he has to cut countless threads.

But depression is depression, this lock still has to be opened!

"Abe, give me something."

Shenglong nodded, rummaged in his pocket for a long time, and took out a bottle of palliative.

This potion can calm and relieve anxiety. After it was formulated in the potion class, Aaron unceremoniously packed a copy, but he didn't expect to use it today.

After taking a big gulp of the palliative, Aaron took a few more deep breaths before devoting himself to this tedious work.

For a whole morning, he didn't leave his desk.

There was a large pile of draft paper, and he branded elemental magic of various attributes on the corresponding positions, and it took a lot of magic energy to barely unlock the box.

Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead. In just a few hours, he understood the greatness of the locksmith profession, but he also understood how difficult it is to open a locksmith.

"Then it's an exciting moment." Aaron rubbed his hands, his mood changed from excitement at the beginning to anxiety.

However, after opening the wooden box, his uneasy mood disappeared in an instant, replaced by the urge to curse, because the wooden box contained a smaller cuboid brocade box.

But soon he calmed down, because it was indeed an ordinary brocade box, and he didn't intend to continue nesting dolls.

When Aaron opened the brocade box, the first thing he saw was a letter, and under the envelope were two quaint magic books.

The letter flew up after the brocade box was opened, it looked around for a while, and then slowly opened like a mouth.

"It seems to be opened." Weihet's voice came from the letter, "I haven't let me down. After I can do this, at least I will be a holy magister."

"Holy Magister? Who do you look down on?" Aaron complained secretly in his heart. It was just a small goal for him now, and it could be achieved in as little as three years and as long as five years.

"However, I still hope that you can think about it carefully and don't waste extra energy on other aspects." The envelope continued, "I can understand feeling bored, it's also human.

But it took you four years to raise the elemental magic circle to the current level, so you can't spend the next four years learning other things! "

After speaking, the mouth on the envelope spit out a ball of flames, burning himself to ashes.

"Whispering!" Aaron said angrily, and then he couldn't wait to open the magic book.

One is light magic, which records everything from low-level magic circles to forbidden magic circles, including the structure of the star, the style of the array map, and the ratio of input magic energy.

The other book is about dark magic, which is similar in content to light magic.

"Good guy, really good guy." There was a bitterness in the corner of Aaron's mouth. He thought he could change it, but he didn't expect it to be elemental magic, and it seemed to be more difficult to learn than the other five.

He wanted to take a different path, not to make the current path more thorny.

"Master." Abe pointed to the brocade box, "There are still things inside."

"call!"

Aaron's mood calmed down a little.

I knew that my ancestor still cared about me, but that's right, he would give me a sweet date for every blow, so he wouldn't bully his descendants like this!

But there was no new magic book in the brocade box, but a blank piece of parchment.

Aaron frowned slightly after picking it up, "Reveal quickly."

Soon, a line of words emerged:

Congratulations on making your choice, but you will have to practice two more new elemental magics in the coming holidays.

Second Olympic!

Aaron had a few more clear black lines on his forehead, and he slumped on the chair wanting to cry but without tears.