Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Thinking of this, he walked out of the dormitory excitedly and came to the Slytherin common room.

He dug out the list of Slytherin students from a bookcase, and he started looking for students.

He resolutely gave up on low-level wizards. These students may not even know the basic floating spell, and teaching them is purely embarrassing themselves.

As for senior wizards, they can't do it either. They have to be busy with exams and job hunting after graduation, so they may not have time to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts, and they probably don't want to find someone younger than themselves as a teacher.

"Fourth grade, or fifth grade?"

Aaron thought to himself, silently dividing the age line.

In addition to age, the character and talent of the student are also important.

With a gentle temperament and excellent talent, it doesn't take much effort for him to teach, but if you find someone with poor talent and bad temper, it will be half the effort.

Gradually, he set his sights on Sirin McKenna, a fourth-grade student. This school girl was very suitable for him, with good talent, good personality, good looks, and self-motivated. Most importantly, she respected him very much. .

"Sirin, come here, I need to find you."

"What's the matter, senior?"

"What do you think of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"This..." Sirin hesitated for a moment, and a tangled look flashed across her pretty face.

"Don't worry, you can say whatever you want." Aaron said calmly, "I don't care about Umbridge."

Xilin nodded slightly and whispered: "I really don't think she is worthy of being our teacher. The most important thing about Defense Against the Dark Arts is practice, but she actually let us learn theory. Fortunately, our OWLs exam will be in the next school year. Otherwise, you will never pass this class.”

"Hmm...that's very correct." Aaron paused for a moment and said solemnly, "I'm going to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts, are you willing to learn it?"

Sirin froze for a moment, and her face flushed instantly after she realized it.

what's the situation?

The pie fell from the sky, and it precisely hit her on the head. This surprise came too suddenly.

Seeing her cheerful look, Aaron shook his head speechlessly, "Would you like to learn?"

"Will, of course I will.

Senior, I would like to ask, do you only accept me as a student? "

"Currently." Aaron said solemnly, "After all, I still have high demands on my students, maybe this is the tradition of Slytherin!"

Sirin suddenly smiled happier, and looked at Aaron with brighter eyes.

"The teacher..."

"Call me Senior!"

"Okay, senior, when do we start class?" Sirin asked with lowered eyelids, "Where is the class location? The senior's dormitory? I heard from Malfoy that your place is a single room..."

"Stop." There were a few black lines on Aaron's forehead. He knew that this was his little fan girl, but what he said was too frankly serious.

You are a 14-year-old girl, do you want to be so open-minded?

"In the future, don't think about these things. We are just classmates, that's all, understand?"

Sirin blinked, agreeing.

The future is long, she is now the only female student of the senior, and she may not have opportunities in the future.

"If it's time, let's set it on Saturday or Sunday. You can come to me when you're free. As for the location... I'll let you know when I think about it."

"Isn't it the senior's dormitory?"

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, and his tone became a little harsher, "No, if you think this way again, I don't mind changing to another student."

"Understood." Sirin stuck out her tongue resentfully, then ran back to the girls' dormitory with the book in her arms.

"It's not a good thing to be too attractive." Looking at her cheerful back, Aaron couldn't help sighing secretly. Since the Triwizard Tournament, his feeling has become deeper and deeper. Boys still have to protect themselves outside.

As soon as Aaron returned to the common room to sit down after dinner on Friday night, Celine joined him.

She took out a box, opened it, and handed it to Abe.

Suck!

Abe looked at the chicken legs in the box, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then looked eagerly at his master.

"Eat it!" Aaron said helplessly.

Abbe immediately smiled, and jumped onto the table to show off tonight's supper.

"Senior, what time is it tomorrow?" Sirin asked shyly, "Where is the location?"

"After dinner in the morning, the place will be in the Potions classroom."

"Will Professor Snape agree?" Sirin was a little worried.

"Don't worry." Aaron waved his hand indifferently, "Professor Snape is very tolerant of Slytherin, I just say hello to him."

......

The next morning, the auditorium.

Sirin sat across from Aaron with a big smile, feeding Abe from time to time.

"You two..." Draco asked curiously, "When did you get married?"

"It's not what you think." Aaron said angrily, "I didn't even want to think about this kind of problem before I was 16."

"Really?" Draco raised his eyebrows playfully, and looked meaningfully at Sirin who was having a friendly exchange with Abe.

In his impression, besides Hermione, the only woman who can play so well with this dragon is Aaron and his sister. Now that there is suddenly a beautiful Slytherin, it is hard for him not to doubt it.

Seeing him like this, Aaron knew he didn't believe him, but he didn't care, rolled his eyes and went to the teacher's bench to find Professor Snape.

In fact, because of his relationship with Professor Snape, he didn't need to ask him for permission to use the Potions classroom, but now that there is an extra senior investigator in the school, following the procedure can also avoid complications.

Chapter 458 Umbridge's Unhappiness, Gaius' Classroom

"You want to borrow the Potions classroom?" Snape frowned slightly, "If you want to practice preparing potions, you can go to my office, there are any materials you want."

"Uh... no, you misunderstood the professor.

Sirin has a few spells that make her not very proficient. As a prefect, I should help her. "

Hearing this, Professor Snape set his sights on Sirin below.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Aaron suspiciously, "Miss McKenna is more careful about her dressing today than before!"

"Any questions?"

"No, no, there's no problem." Snape's mouth lightly curled up, "I'll write you a note right away."

"Wait a moment, Professor Snape." A whining voice came from one side, and Umbridge said with a smile, "I seem to have heard that Mr. Gaius is going to teach a little witch to practice spells."

"Yes."

Umbridge pursed his lips, "Mr. Gaius, in order to prevent students from falling in love early, I clearly stipulate in the regulations that wizards and wizards cannot stay in the same room alone."

"Puppy love?" Aaron sneered, "Are you doubting me?"

"That's not what I meant," said Umbridge. "I meant to say that Mr. Gaius, your actions may cause misunderstandings. If you can..."

"Professor Umbridge." Aaron interrupted, "I hope you understand one thing, I am the prefect of Slytherin, and it is my job to help Slytherin students solve their problems.

In addition, I have to say that your imagination is really rich. I asked Professor Snape to approve the note purely to give you face as an investigator, and I don't want to cause trouble.

If it's a puppy love...According to the school regulations, girls can enter the boys' dormitory, but my dormitory is a single room, I believe you know what this means. "

Hearing this, Umbridge's complexion became particularly exciting, and he was even more angry in his heart.

These days, she can clearly feel that the students are in awe of her day by day. Harry Potter has to go around seeing her after two weeks of confinement. Even Dumbledore can't do anything to her, but Aya Lun dared to talk to her so confidently, he didn't take her seriously.

"Mr. Gaius, are you going to teach Miss Macken about the spell?

May I understand that you are not very satisfied with Professor Flitwick's Charms class? "

"No, I still have great respect for Professor Flitwick." Aaron said solemnly, and gave Professor Flitwick a reassuring look.

"It's not that there is a problem with the Charms class, so it's the Transfiguration class?"

"Not at all."

"That can't be my Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Umbridge asked meaningfully.

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

"You..." Umbridge smiled far-fetchedly, "Mr. Gaius, I hope you will support Minister Fudge's work. I am working hard for the education of Hogwarts."

The implication is that students only need to learn the theory and do not need additional tutoring.

You're not doing the Minister of Magic any good if you insist on doing this.

"I'm already very supportive. I haven't hindered you these few weeks, have I?" Aaron said lightly, "Teaching a fourth-year witch will not affect the decision-making of the Minister of Magic, if you are not at ease. You can come and supervise yourself.”

"Since Mr. Gaius said so, I..."

"But I might write a letter to Fudge explaining how the Deputy Minister for Magic treats me.

I always thought Cornelius Fudge was a friend of Gaius's, but his subordinates... seem to have a problem with me. "

"Misunderstanding, this is really a big misunderstanding." Umbridge said hastily, her power comes from Fudge, and she dare not make Fudge unhappy.

"It's good to know it's a misunderstanding." Aaron glanced at her contemptuously, then turned and left.

Umbridge looked at Aaron and Sirin walking out of the auditorium, gritted his teeth angrily, and clenched his hands.

She has nothing to do with Aaron for the time being, and she dare not use the means to deal with other students on him.

But as long as she is still a senior investigator, she will be able to catch him sooner or later, and see if he dares to be so arrogant.

"Professor Umbridge, you don't look very well!" Professor Snape gloated.

"None of your business, Professor Snape."

Snape shrugged, "Aaron is my favorite student, I just feel the need to remind you that he has always remained neutral."

"Neutrality is only temporary. His relationship with Harry Potter is..." Umbridge covered his mouth subconsciously in the middle of speaking. Some things can be thought in the heart, but it is not good to say them out.

"Professor Umbridge, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, you heard it wrong."

......

Potions classroom.

Aaron sat in the professor's seat and asked Sirin to sit down wherever she wanted.

However, Sirin's face was not very good-looking. In her opinion, this class should be a private space for her and her seniors, but she never expected that there would be an extra light bulb.

"Michael, don't look at me like that?" Draco frowned slightly, "It makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"Malfoy, why are you here?"

"Can't you come?" Draco asked playfully, "Gaius is my good friend, and his relationship with me is definitely not comparable to yours."

Sirin's expression darkened, but she quickly calmed down.

"Are you also here to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"Uh..."

"Okay! Your hesitation has already told me the answer." Sirin said speechlessly, then looked up at Aaron, "Senior, I personally think that insignificant people are not suitable to stay here."

"Who told you that I'm an irrelevant person?" Draco said angrily, "As a good friend, it's not too much to listen to!"

"Observe?" Aaron smiled disdainfully, "I'm sorry, but you are not eligible to attend.

Now that you're here, let's study with you honestly, and it's not too much to have one more of you. "

"I want to learn too?" Draco pointed to himself in astonishment, "But I'm already in the fifth grade."

"Is fifth grade amazing?

You have a good background, and you have reached the threshold of a mage at a young age. "

Draco straightened his back proudly. The talent of a pure-blood wizard is so good. Although he is only in the fifth grade, the average graduates are not as good as him.

"People without talent are pitiful, but people with good talent who waste their talent are pitiful." Aaron said lightly, "Obviously you have the magic power of a wizard, but your combat power is that of a senior magician." level."

Hearing this, the corners of Draco's eyes twitched slightly, as if his heart had been stabbed.