A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

I will definitely answer all your questions to the best of my ability.

Where were you when Crevie was attacked?

"I had just returned the book and had not been out of the library for long at that time. Mrs. Pince can vouch for me."

I was only about ten meters away from Colin when I heard him scream.

“Alright!” Dumbledore’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Did you see what attacked him?”

“No,” Aaron said without hesitation. “He turned a corner, and I didn’t see anything.”

"Understood, thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Gaius."

"Of course," Aaron said somewhat embarrassed. "By the way, Professor, could you please keep this a secret for me?"

I know perfectly well that I'm innocent, but the rest of the school doesn't. If they find out I was at the scene when Colin got into trouble, rumors are bound to spread.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "I will keep it a secret, but..."

"Don't worry, no one else saw us when we arrived."

“I will speak to Professor McGonagall.”

"Thank you!"

Professor McGonagall returned quickly, followed by Mrs. Pomfrey, who was wearing a red coat.

"How is this going?"

"Another attack."

I checked him; he's petrified, just like Mrs. Lorris.

Professor McGonagall noticed the camera in Colin's hand and asked anxiously, "Could he have taken pictures of the attackers?"

Dumbledore bent down, pried open Colin's stiff fingers, and took out the camera.

He pried open the back cover of the camera, but before he could take out the film, a pungent smell wafted out, followed by a brilliant spark.

“It’s melted, it’s all melted,” Mrs. Pomfrey exclaimed in astonishment.

“What does this mean, Albus?” Professor McGonagall asked.

"This means the secret room has indeed been opened."

“It also means danger,” Aaron interjected. “Muggle-born wizards and half-blood wizards are no longer safe.”

"Aaron, have you discovered something?"

“Minerva.” Dumbledore shook his head slightly at her. “At least in my opinion, Mr. Gaius is not a suspect at this moment.”

“Professor, I am truly innocent,” Aaron said seriously, but seeing the doubt in Professor McGonagall’s eyes, he sighed helplessly. “I know this is not very convincing, but you know me. If I were the heir to Slytherin, you would not have seen me at the crime scene.”

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to believe it or not.

Aaron's words make a lot of sense; with his intelligence, it's impossible for him to expose himself.

The problem is that he was at the scene of both attacks, which is too much of a coincidence.

"McGirl, promise me you'll keep this a secret for now."

We cannot let unfounded suspicions affect a child's learning and life.

"What did the instructor say?"

“Tell them the truth, tell them that Hogwarts is no longer safe.”

......

The next day, Harry opened his eyes and felt the winter sun shining warmly on the bed.

He could feel that his arm was mostly fine, the bone had grown back, but it was still a bit stiff and he needed to move it around.

Ms. Pomfrey came over with a breakfast tray and then examined his arms and fingers. "You look good. You can leave after you finish your meal."

Ha used his newly healed right hand to pick up a spoon and eat porridge with trembling hands. It took him more than ten minutes to change his clothes and walk out of the school clinic.

As he passed Colin's bed, he couldn't help but turn his head away, but unfortunately, Colin's bed was completely blocked by a white curtain, and he couldn't see Colin's condition at all.

Recalling everything he had heard last night, he quickened his pace and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

"Harry, your arm is all better," Wood said with some relief. "Yesterday's game was a pity, but don't be stressed. You did a great job."

This time we were unprepared, but next time Slytherin's tactics won't work. I already have some ideas.

"Let's not talk about that now. Aren't Hermione and Ron in the common room?"

"They went to the library for Lockhart's assignment; it seems the Weasleys' younger brother wants to take inspiration from Granger's work."

But don't worry, Lockhart wants you to recover properly, so he's exempted you from your homework.

“This is the best news I’ve heard in days,” Harry said, and went to the library without hesitation.

He easily found Ron and Hermione in the area where the three of them often stayed.

Hermione held a thick history book, glancing at the person opposite her every now and then while flipping through it, while Ron was writing furiously, ignoring the resentful look.

"Harry," Hermione asked with some delight, "how's your arm?"

"He's almost fully recovered."

"You've actually turned misfortune into blessing, at least you don't have to do homework."

"You still have the nerve to say it?

It's one thing for them to relentlessly copy my homework, but they do it intermittently, and their handwriting is huge and awful.

"Judging from what you said, I can tell you've never copied homework before. Only inexperienced people copy everything word for word."

Besides, it's not that I didn't write anything; I just borrowed some parts.

Hermione rolled her eyes; she had no desire to argue with a slacker about techniques for copying homework.

“Listen to me first.” Harry glanced around nervously to make sure no one was around before sitting down and telling the two what he had heard last night, including Dobby’s visit to him.

After hearing this, Ron's expression became somewhat complicated. "So, Aaron's suspicion has now really surpassed Malfoy's?"

"I'm afraid so."

“But this…” Hermione still couldn’t believe it. “This is impossible! How could this be?”

"Hermione, I don't want to believe it's him either, but the facts speak for themselves."

"This is the third coincidence, but too many coincidences are no longer coincidences," Harry said anxiously. "Colin is already petrified, and who knows who'll be next."

“But we can’t prove it either,” Ron said. “According to you, without evidence, even Dumbledore might not be able to do anything to him.”

"So I came to find you after I was discharged from the hospital." Harry looked at Hermione, who hadn't said a word, and asked with some difficulty, "Do you have any ideas?"

“I… I might…” Hermione hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook her head, “I might not be able to help either.”

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance; her behavior made it hard to believe she couldn't do it.

“I know you believe in him more than anyone else, but this is a big deal.”

If we trust and neglect them, all the half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards at Hogwarts will be doomed.

“Well…” Ron looked at Hermione with some difficulty, “You may not like to hear this, but Harry and I are pure-bloods, while you are Muggle.”

Chapter 165 This pot is big and round

“If, I mean if!” Hermione emphasized again, looking at the two of them seriously, “If we transformed into Draco and went to the Slytherin common room to ask him, would he tell us about the Chamber of Secrets without hiding anything?”

“That’s possible.” Ron nodded. “Malfoy is his best friend in Slytherin, and a pureblood among purebloods. Aaron certainly wouldn’t hide it from him.”

“But I’m not trying to discourage you, Hermione,” Harry said with a wry smile. “Your idea is good, but at Hogwarts, only Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore probably know that level of Transfiguration, and they certainly won’t help us.”

"We don't need their help. All we need is a little bit of Polyjuice Potion, as Professor Snape mentioned in class."

A properly prepared compound decoction can transform the user into someone else for a certain period of time.

“That’s ruthless.” Ron said with delight, “Then we’ll transform into Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle and ask him. Aaron will tell us everything.”

“But there are a few problems.” Hermione looked at the two of them with anticipation and had to dampen their enthusiasm. “First of all, this is very difficult, extremely difficult, and also very dangerous.”

I've never prepared compound decoctions before, and we might be breaking nearly fifty school rules.

"To hell with school rules!" Ron said nonchalantly. "We've done things like making amends before."

"Secondly, the recipe for the compound potion is in a book called 'Powerful Potions,' which is in the forbidden book section."

“I’ll go get Lockhart’s approval slip; it can be done today,” Harry volunteered. Lockhart didn’t know his bones had healed, and he’d probably feel a little guilty seeing him.

In addition, he knew Lockhart quite well, so as long as he said a few nice words to him against his will and made up a reason, getting into the restricted book section would be a piece of cake.

"The second is the materials. Constructing a complex potion requires all sorts of materials."

We can figure out how to get the simple things ourselves, but what about the rare materials?

Ron hesitated for a moment, then slowly looked at Harry, and their eyes met.

"It seems we have the same idea."

Harry nodded and said in a deep voice, "Snape's office, that's definitely the richest storage room in all of Hogwarts, it has all kinds of materials."

“Use the invisibility cloak. As soon as we can confirm he’s not there, we’ll move in immediately,” Ron said. “Besides, there’s no password to his office.”

“That’s what I meant by potentially violating fifty rules of the school.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “And then there’s the time factor; it takes at least a month to prepare the powerful potion.”

"What?" Harry was immediately taken aback. "A month?"

If Aaron is truly the heir to Slytherin, a month would be enough for him to wipe out all the Muggle-born wizards.

Hermione gave him an awkward smile upon hearing this, "Finally, and most seriously, what if Aaron isn't the heir to Slytherin?"

We already disappointed him once last year, and if we wrongly accuse him again this time...

Have you considered the consequences? Even if we shamelessly apologize, he might not forgive us.

Harry was silent for a long while, then said, "Why don't you not go? Ron and I, the two of us..."

"Stop joking, Harry."

"How did you all end up looking like Draco and the others?" Hermione's face showed a hint of bitterness. "He's very clever. Even if he didn't think of it at first, he always figured out that I was the one who prepared Polyjuice Potion for you."

In other words, it's impossible for me to stay out of it even if I wanted to.