Magic Journey from Hogwarts

The others couldn't help but swallowed when they saw the four of them who had to be careful even to catch their breath on the chessboard. In comparison, their Disarming Curse was much easier.

"Don't just sit still." Aaron conjured up an alarm clock, "Half an hour of disarming spell training, and then ask Harry to test.

If the ten wizards who succeeded in the first round of testing are interested, they can directly train in the obstacle spell.

If anyone doesn't understand this spell, you can come to me directly, learn this spell first, and then start training in the simple mode. "

Shouts of 'disarm you' recurred in the Room of Requirement, but the 20-odd wizards were also dividing their attention to observe the two chessboards while practicing.

Within half an hour, a sword was on George's neck.

The stone statue did not continue to attack, but stopped after reaching this step, and returned the sword to its original position in front of its body.

He was the one who persisted the longest. Fred failed the challenge a few minutes ago. As for Draco and Sirin, they behaved very sincerely, and jumped off the chessboard when they felt that their physical strength could not last.

"How do you feel?" Aaron asked with a smile.

"Tired." George was sweating profusely, and sighed, "I'm not so tired even playing Quidditch in a rainstorm."

"But it's very interesting. This kind of training is much more meaningful than Umbridge's theory class. We can all feel our own progress."

"That's good." Aaron poured a glass of water for each of them, "Take a break, your training for today is over."

"Is this the end?" Draco asked puzzled.

"It's almost nine o'clock, we should go back to the dormitory.

And your mana consumes a lot, if you continue, it will be bad for your health. "

Naturally, George and Fred didn't have any objections to this. They were really exhausted and just wanted to lie on the bed and have a good sleep.

As soon as the idea occurred to me, two single beds took the place of the checkerboard.

"Fuck!" Aaron's mouth twitched violently, "Are you two going too far?"

"Didn't you say that the training time was over?" Fred and George said indifferently.

"But you should restrain yourself!" Aaron couldn't help crying, "I won't say anything even if you just change it into a stool or a sofa, but the bed...is a bit too much."

"Just once."

"It's not an example."

"Don't even think about it." Aaron resolutely refused, and the two beds disappeared with a wave of his wand.

There will be a second time for this kind of thing. Currently, the Room of Requirement is used for training Defense Against the Dark Arts. If they get used to enjoying it, this classroom will be useless.

The four of them looked at each other, stood up tacitly and sat on a row of benches by the wall to rest.

Aaron walked back and forth in the classroom, correcting other people's movements, and instructing them how to use the disarming spell correctly.

When the second test started, everyone's skills had been significantly improved. Although there was still some distance from being handy, the worst ones had also learned this spell, and as long as they practiced diligently, they could fully control it.

"That's the end of this class." Aaron shouted with amplifying spells, calling everyone together.

"Everyone's foundation is not very good, but the progress makes me quite gratified.

After all, this is my first time teaching so many people. If you think there is something wrong, you can report it to Harry, although I may not necessarily change it. "

"It's pretty good," said Hermione. "It's really, really good."

Aaron nodded indifferently, and continued: "If everyone has no objections, the next class will be at the same time and place."

"We still have Quidditch practice." Angelina said, "The season will start soon."

"Then determine your free time, and then the prefect will pick a time slot when everyone is not busy for training.

As for now... we should go back to sleep. "

Chapter 467 Book of Prophecy, Worst Goalkeeper?

Due to the arrival of the Quidditch season, the teams of the four colleges have to take turns to train.

This makes the class time of the 'Defense Association' very uncertain, but the prefects of each college are talents, and they can always find free time for everyone and arrange them to conduct Defense Against the Dark Arts training in time.

After a few weeks, many people have mastered the Disarming Curse, Obstacle Curse, and even the Crushing Curse.

This made Aaron quite relieved. Although the training of these people was like a child's play in his eyes, as Umbridge said, their Defense Against the Dark Arts class did not have a set of systematic course materials. Few of the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts are reliable, and such progress is already commendable.

One night in late October, the sky was filled with thunderstorms.

After Aaron completed the teaching task of a class, he rushed back to the common room without stopping.

Enter the dormitory, close the door, and then get into the secret room leading to the Shenming Hall.

In the dark secret passage, Aaron waved one hand, and a golden magic circle emerged.

Countless yellowish light spots flew out of it, attached to the wall, and the whole secret passageway was illuminated as brightly as day.

"I still have to get a batch of candles, otherwise I will use light magic to illuminate, this force will fall like a cliff!" Aaron murmured, and Abe in his arms nodded half-understanding.

When approaching the exit, one person and one dragon heard melodious music.

Missing Body is sitting in front of the piano playing a rhapsody, and the passionate and progressive melody makes people's hearts surge.

"I'm in a good mood!"

"That's natural." The missing body slowly got up, "I still know myself very well, and I believe you have almost made a choice."

"That's right!" Aaron smiled reluctantly, and then opened the system's mall panel.

[Magic category:

@吐迷奈露 (600 magic points, can make the opponent fall into sleep); @化化 (300 magic points, detoxification, healing, clear abnormal state); @想力 (1000 magic points); @天步 (2000 magic points, with the help of oneself Magic power resonates with surrounding magic power, creating virtual life from items containing magic power); @控火(300 magic points)]

[Material category:

@深海章鱼的触须（5魔法点）；@海藻（1魔法点）；@圣水（30魔法点，对恶魔造成有效伤害）；@八眼巨蛛的毒液（10魔法点）；@蜂刺（1魔法点）】

[Item category:

@Lazomask (2500 magic points, the wearer can summon the black shadow corps sharp blade group, note: collect all ten masks to control the shadow kingdom); @fire crossbow arrows (50 magic points); @羊诗式 (1000 magic points) ;@奇迹书(500 magic points, occasionally make effective predictions, but not necessarily what you need);@大大碗糖面(5 magic points, one person can’t finish it)]

Aaron set his sights on the 'Book of Prophecy', then took a deep breath and chose to buy it.

The next moment he held a book in his hand, with a ring-shaped silver frame and a dark green cover with an old face that looked like bark.

"I knew it." The missing body smiled as expected, "Sure enough, I didn't choose sleep magic, and I obviously saved [-] magic points."

"I also struggled for more than ten days before making this decision." Aaron said awkwardly, "Wu Huan Naraku is really good, but he can't deal with people who are stronger than me.

But a prophecy book is different, even if it only gives a valuable prophecy, we will not lose money. "

The missing body nodded noncommittally, "Open it and have a look?"

"That's what I meant." Aaron opened the prophecy book with strong curiosity, and then immediately became dumbfounded, "This, this, this...is too bullying."

"What's the matter?" Si Nianti rushed forward, and then showed the same expression, "Is this... a wordless scripture? The one worthy of the name?"

Aaron flipped through the entire book in disbelief. There was not a word in the whole book, and he almost cursed angrily.

"Could it be like Riddle's diary?" The thought body asked suspiciously, "Put some ink in and try."

"It makes sense." Aaron snapped his fingers, and a black shadow ninja respectfully handed over a bottle of black ink.

Aaron used the floating spell to extract a few drops of ink from the ink bottle, and carefully dripped it on the blank area.

Sure enough, the black ink was absorbed quickly, and the entire page remained unchanged.

Aaron and Si Nianti breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it would be good to drink ink, at least it proved that this is not a simple wordless book.

"Um..."

The prophecy book suddenly whispered softly, as if it had just woken up.

The two looked at each other, as if thinking of something, they closed the book and looked at the face on the cover.

The mouth on the face moved slightly, and the eyes also had a touch of humanity.

"The book of prophecy? It's such a book of prophecy!" Aaron said with a strange expression.

"It feels like those portraits on the walls of Hogwarts, but they can move freely in the paintings, and even hang out among other portraits. In comparison, this book seems a little worse."

"I'm much stronger than them." A vicissitudes of voice came from the prophecy, "The two masters don't have to doubt this."

"Interesting." Aaron raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you make a prophecy to show us your abilities first."

"Ah this..."

"something wrong?"

"There is no problem with prophecy, but prophecy is random and may not be useful to the master."

"I know that." Aaron waved his hand impatiently, "I just want to know your ability."

"understood."

After a few seconds of silence, its expression became extremely solemn, and then, under the watchful eyes of Aaron and the missing body, it slowly said, "Tomorrow the thunderstorm will clear."

Aaron blinked blankly, "That's it?"

"Is this a weather forecast?" Missing body said speechlessly, "But it's more or less something that will happen in the future."

"another one."

"It can't be done." The prophecy book said very calmly, "Under normal circumstances, there will only be one prophecy per day."

Aaron:  …

How did you speak so confidently?

"Uh...haha." Si Nianti laughed awkwardly, "Why do you have so many blank pages?"

"The prophecy is made randomly. If the owner happens to be away when the prophecy is made, just write down the date and you can view the prophecy for that day."

"It's quite particular." Aaron rolled his eyes, and then looked at the missing body, "Do you think this book is more suitable for Shenming Temple?"

"I understand what you mean, but I'm not in the elective courses of Muggle Studies and Runes, in case I miss an important prophecy..."

"It's better than putting it in the dormitory!

Furthermore, I said that the prophecy is only about the future, as long as you pay attention to it every day, even if there is an important prophecy, we still have enough time to prepare. "

The missing body was speechless, and then picked up the white wand and pointed it at the front of the hall.

A cuboid groove appeared above the throne, the prophecy book flew into it automatically, and then fell silent.

"Hey! The dwarf's throne is a gem of Akon, but my throne is actually a book." The missing body said a little angrily.

"Be content!" Aaron said, "The Arkan gem has been fused into the sword embryo. In other words, there is nothing on the throne of the dwarves."

The missing body pursed its lips, and sat silently flipping through the magic book sent by Jinns.

Aaron refreshed the vacant product column, bought holy water by spending [-] magic points, and planned to make a few bullets that could harm demons by himself.

......

November is coming soon, and the temperature in the castle drops sharply.

In order to resist the whipping of the cold wind, many students put on scarves and dragon leather gloves.

Because Hogwarts held the Triwizard Tournament last year, the Quidditch match was not held, which made the first match of this season extremely lively.

The Gryffindor team's keeper was replaced by Ron Weasley, and Slytherin also changed two batsmen. Crabbe and Goyle replaced the graduated Derek and Ball.

The game started, the two teams entered the arena, and there was thunderous applause from the audience.

The Quaffle was scrambled for by the two teams, and the two sides fought back and forth.

But Ron, who was guarding the Gryffindor goal, was obviously out of shape, his face was pale, and even though the cold wind was howling, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He failed to defend several balls in a row, giving Slytherin dozens of points like a puppet.

"Tsk, in this state... how did he pass the selection?" Aaron hesitated to speak, seriously suspecting that Harry had released him to take care of his best friend, and it was not impossible for him to do such a thing.

"It's a bit short." Hermione, who was sitting next to her, pursed her lips. "Ron usually trains very hard. It may be his first time on the field. He must be too nervous in front of the crowd!"

"Is this the time to be nervous?" Aaron said speechlessly, and then changed the topic, "But it doesn't matter, who made me a Slytherin!"

Hermione smiled awkwardly, then seemed to think of something, "There is something I want to talk to you about."

"Speak straight."

"That's right, DA..."

"Wait." Aaron hurriedly stopped her, and glanced at Umbridge who was sitting on the teacher's bench.