Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Well... Seeing how absent-minded you are, the conversation probably didn't go well!" Aaron said lightly, and then changed the subject, "But I don't care about that.

What I want to say is about Professor Snape, he handed you over to me, and I will teach you Occlumency from now on. "

"Really?" Hermione asked excitedly.

"Great." Harry also breathed a sigh of relief, "What you teach must be fine."

"Snape was able to figure out this way." Ron said casually, "I wish I had known that I would just let you teach Harry."

"Cut! Then you really think too much." Aaron waved his hand, "Harry and I are not related, so we wouldn't waste so much time teaching him Occlumency.

If it wasn't for Professor Snape looking for me and paying me some money, I wouldn't bother. "

"It can't be so unreasonable!" Ron said.

"Is it because I'm unreasonable?" Aaron played with taste, "Both of them know the importance of Occlumency, but because of a certain contradiction, no one cares about the other."

"Especially you." Aaron said, pointing at Harry, "Go and say a few soft words, is it so difficult to admit a mistake or something? Occlumency is not for others to learn.

But it seems to you that face is more important than being prying into the mind by the Dark Lord. "

"You don't understand the situation," Harry said awkwardly. "He looked like he was going to kill me."

Aaron frowned slightly, "What did you do?"

Harry hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"Let's talk about when the class will start!" Hermione changed the topic in time, "The time and place have to be carefully arranged. If Umbridge catches you again, it's really hard to tell."

"It's just the two of us this time, so don't be so careful." Aaron said casually, "From next week, if you are free, go to the Transfiguration classroom at night. We have to say hello to Professor McGonagall in advance."

"I said just in case."

"I have it." Aaron pointed to Abe, "A dragon is on guard, absolutely foolproof."

Abe raised a paw symbolically, and the corners of the mouths of the three twitched slightly, but they didn't say anything more. They had fully experienced the power of this dragon during the Christmas holiday.

......

In the next few days, George and Fred seemed to be the students' faith, and stories of their rebellion against Umbridge continued to circulate at Hogwarts.

Many people began to imitate their way of speaking and play tricks.

In this regard, the professors tacitly chose to turn a blind eye, and only Umbridge kept cleaning up all kinds of messes.

a week later.

After dinner, Aaron took Harry to the Transfiguration professor, followed by Ron and Hermione.

"What are you two doing here?" Aaron said helplessly, "Beforehand, I am only responsible for teaching Harry."

"We're just looking," Hermione said immediately, "just to satisfy my curiosity."

"Hermione." Aaron said speechlessly, "I advise you to be honest."

"It's actually Harry having another nightmare," said Ron. "I heard him say in his sleep last night, 'A little further on.'"

"That was catching the Snitch," Harry said hastily, now that he had the chance to relearn Occlumency, he didn't want people to worry about him anymore.

"Be honest too, I need you to be honest.

Honestly, what did you see in your dream? "

"I was indeed catching the Snitch. I caught it before Malfoy at the Quidditch match."

"We won, didn't we?" Ron asked with interest.

"Of course." Harry nodded solemnly, acting as serious as possible.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Aaron clapped his hands and smiled meaningfully, "I appreciate your nonsense, but I hope you can still be so stubborn later."

Harry swallowed involuntarily, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth when he thought of the next training.

Aaron asked Harry to sit on a chair and asked gently, "Are you ready?"

"Ready," Harry said nervously, and saw Aaron draw his wand.

"Wait." Harry seemed to think of something, "Don't you pull out your memory?

Before each training session, Professor Snape would extract his memories and put them in the Pensieve. "

"Me?" Aaron couldn't help laughing, "Professor Snape did that because he was worried that something might happen when he was teaching you, so that you could pry into his memory.

But I don't need to bother so much, my Occlumency is pretty good, plus my family's inheritance of mind hiding, this is double insurance. "

"Hide mind?" Harry's eyes lit up. If there were other ways to avoid Voldemort's prying into his brain, he could decisively give up Occlumency. After all, being prying into his memory is really not a good thing.

"Teaching this doesn't require entering other people's brains, does it?"

"No need." Aaron said after thinking, "The point of mind hiding is to shield your mind, just like you resist the Imperius Curse.

However, it is more advanced than Occlumency. In addition to defending against the enemy's ingestion of divine thoughts, it can also counterattack to a certain extent.

If anyone dares to invade my brain, then I will let him know what it means to steal chickens without losing money. "

"I'm going to learn this?" Harry said immediately.

"Unfortunately, I cannot teach."

"why?"

"Do you know what family inheritance is?" Aaron asked angrily, "This magic was created by one of my ancestors with painstaking efforts. I can't just teach you just because you want to learn!

The Potter family must have their own inherited magic, but..."

"But both my parents died, so I didn't have time to pass it on to me." Harry said bitterly.

Aaron shrugged, then flicked his wand, "Come back to business, are you ready?"

Harry took a deep breath, "Get ready."

Aaron smiled slightly, pointed his wand at Harry's head unceremoniously, "Ingest divine thoughts."

Picture after picture flashed through Harry's mind as if he had pressed the fast-forward button.

Aaron also saw these memories, and he could feel Harry's resistance, but this resistance was nothing in front of him, and he easily found Harry's dream last night.

Down a long corridor he entered a circular room, a room full of ticking sounds and throbbing lights... and came at last to a large room filled with shelves of ashes of all kinds. Flicking the glass ball, he walked quickly to the seventh row of No.90...

"what!"

Harry was panting heavily, the shirt on his body had some sweat stains, and there was also a fine layer of sweat beads on his forehead.

"Almost!" Ron said worriedly.

"I can stop at any time, but Voldemort will not be so kind.

Don't worry, I have a measure, I will stop when he can't hold on. "

After another half minute, Harry struggled to pick up his wand, "Disarm."

White light shot out from the tip of the wand, but the next moment it was slapped by Aaron and flew to the ceiling.

boom!

Harry fell off his chair and looked at Aaron with more resentment.

"I knew you would look at me like this." Aaron shrugged helplessly, "But in fact, I already respect you very much, and I didn't look at those related to personal privacy."

"Then do I have to say thank you?"

"You are free, not everyone who absorbs the divine thoughts is as polite as me." Aaron said meaningfully, "In the Quidditch match, before Malfoy catches the golden snitch, this is a well-made nonsense."

Harry blushed slightly, and before he could speak, Hermione glared at him angrily, "I said you should go to Professor Snape to learn Occlumency."

"I, am I already learning?" Harry said awkwardly, then looked at Aaron, "You saw it, do you know where it is?"

"Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries." Aaron tapped his chin, "The room Voldemort went to should be where the prophecy balls are stored, and there are prophecies made by most prophets in the magic world. If there is no accident, he should be in the Find a prophecy."

Chapter 487: The father’s debt must be paid by the son?sixteen foot giant

"Prophecy?" A string of question marks flew over Harry's head, "Isn't it a weapon?"

"Weapon?" Aaron laughed dumbly, "Your imagination is really rich enough, for wizards who are used to using wands, a powerful wand is the best weapon.

And the Department of Mysteries doesn't consider wands contraband, or my uncle's wand shop would have been closed long ago. "

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with an awkward smile, "I thought Voldemort was looking for a powerful weapon, just like your gun."

"What gun?" Ron asked curiously.

Aaron gave Harry a hard look, and he didn't mean to hide it. After all, if the hole card is exposed, it is not the hole card.

"The weapon handed down by an ancestor of the Gaius family is considered a masterpiece of life."

"Is that... the kind of gun I understand?" Hermione asked strangely, "Muggle's hot weapon?"

Aaron nodded, then stretched out his right hand, a red magic circle appeared in the air, and he took out a flintlock pistol from it.

Hermione and Ron looked at this exquisite pistol, and their eyes were a little strange. It was the first time they had seen such a beautiful gun.

Harry couldn't help but swallowed, he had seen the power of this gun with his own eyes, and even his current strongest magic couldn't match it.

"Is this a weapon?" Ron said incredulously, "I believe even if you say it's a work of art."

"It's indeed a weapon." Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "It's just a Muggle weapon."

"The name of this gun is Bana." Aaron proudly introduced, "Every part of it is made of rare materials, and it is the product of the combination of alchemy, runes and magic circle.

Its basic data is stronger than ordinary firearms, but if it is infused with magic power, its power will be further improved.

The more magic power injected, the stronger the power. On this basis, with special bullets, even fire dragons can be effectively damaged.

The most important thing is that only its recognized owner, which is me, can use it. "

"Can I take a look?" Ron looked at Aaron expectantly.

"No, this is a personal item." Aaron refused bluntly, and put the Bianhua back in his dressing space by the way.

"But why did Voldemort look for a prophecy?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Wouldn't it be nice to have that time to find a powerful wand?"

"I can't say that. In some respects, the value of prophecy is far beyond your imagination." Aaron said very seriously, "Let me give you a simple example, if the record in the prophecy ball is a powerful weapon position, whoever gets it will have invincible power."

The three of them exchanged glances, and understood why Voldemort was going to the Department of Mysteries.

"We have to find a way to notify Dumbledore." Harry said seriously.

"Do you think he doesn't know?" Aaron asked rhetorically, "Where did Mr. Weasley get hurt?"

"But even if Dumbledore arranges someone to protect it, it's not so safe. If we can get the prophecy first..."

"You are almost as worried as Dumbledore." Aaron waved his hands impatiently, "Don't underestimate our headmaster, how could he not think about everything you can think about!"

"That's right." Hermione nodded in agreement, "Harry, don't think so much now, learning Occlumency well is what you should do."

Aaron shrugged, then helped Harry into a chair and sat him down.

"Second training, are you ready?"

"I..."

"Ingest divine thoughts."

Harry started shouting again, and everything in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Professor Snape taught him Occlumency but left in the middle...he was lying in Snape's Pensieve looking at the wandering memories...his father, Sirius, hung Snape upside down in mid-air For fun, while Gryffindor Prefect Remus Lupine, who should have stopped, sat by without saying a word...

"No, you can't watch this."

Harry fell down again, kneeling on the ground in pain, and whispered plaintively, "How can you watch this?"

"Hehe! Harry, do you think you are qualified to say such things to me?"

Harry was speechless, a person who peeked at other people's memories really didn't have the right to accuse others.

"I understand why Professor Snape doesn't like you so much." Aaron smacked his lips meaningfully, "Father owes his debt, the grievances you suffered in Potions class are really not wronged."

Harry smiled bitterly, "I only figured it out recently."

"So you went to Sirius just to find out who your father was?"

Harry nodded irrefutably, "Both Sirius and Professor Lupine spoke very well of him, it's just that they were ignorant when they were young..."

"Hehe! What a good reason.