A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Dumbledore said that Harry Potter and the others were able to find the Chamber of Secrets thanks to some clues you provided, and that you also managed to find out about the Basilisk from the library.

Most importantly, you played a significant role in the battle. The principal didn't go into details, but he emphasized that you were the only one of the four who was injured.

Upon hearing this, Aaron stood there dumbfounded, his mind reeling.

That's so mean! Dumbledore's heart is absolutely filthy.

He seemed to say nothing, fulfilling Aaron's request to keep a low profile, but it also seemed like he said everything. People who didn't know the truth would have wild ideas because he was the only injured person, and might even unconsciously put him in the role of a hero.

"Aaron, Aaron..." Neller waved in front of Aaron's eyes, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, I'm perfectly fine."

"Really?" Neller asked skeptically. "But why did I hear teeth grinding?"

"Um... I've had a bit of a toothache lately." Aaron stopped clenching his back teeth, and the clenching sound disappeared instantly.

“Alright!” Neller sat on the sofa. “Logically, you’ve just been discharged from the hospital, so I shouldn’t bother you. But as a prefect, I feel it’s necessary for me to find out what exactly happened last night.”

"Is this important?" Aaron said speechlessly.

“It’s very important.” Neller nodded solemnly. “There are quite a few Slytherins like Sirin who are confident in their bloodline, but are terrified of the Basilisk.”

I need to tell them about your battle with the basilisk and the mastermind behind it all in the locked room, the more detailed the better. This story will give them a real boost of confidence.

Aaron's eye twitched slightly. Are you serious about this "I'm just bored" attitude?

"Heh! Prefect, actually I didn't do much, it was Harry..."

“Don’t be modest, Gaius,” Neller teased. “Percy asked Harry Potter and the others last night, but they were vague and didn’t give any useful information.”

Then there's only one truth left: you're the key player, right?

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

As Aaron clapped, tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to ask Dumbledore: Is this really fun?

He didn't know what the younger students were thinking, but older students like Neller could guess what it was, though they had no evidence.

"I guessed right?"

“No, you’re wrong,” Aaron said expressionlessly. “I clapped simply because I thought you had a good imagination and Lockhart’s writing talent.”

Naylor's expression froze, and he gave an awkward laugh. "So what exactly happened in the secret room?"

"I can't remember." Aaron rubbed his head. "I think I've been hit by a forgetting spell. My head hurts, I need to rest."

Aaron walked toward the dormitory, getting faster and faster, not giving Neller a chance to ask any questions.

Gilderoy Lockhart was somewhat useful; although he didn't teach Aaron even the slightest bit of useful magic, he was definitely the best teacher when it came to playing dumb.

Aaron let out a long sigh of relief as he closed the dormitory door.

"I can tell you're not in a good mood," Si Nian Ti said with a light laugh.

"Don't even mention it. Let me tell you a joke: the heart of the greatest white mage of this century is even darker than that of the Dark Lord."

"I agree with that. I also heard some rumors when I came back last night."

That old geezer certainly did nothing right, but I have to admire his wisdom.

He fulfilled our request, quietly distributing the credit among the four of us, but he also achieved his own goal: a few smart people would turn their attention to us.

However, it's not a big deal, at least not for now.

"That's the only way to think about it," Aaron said helplessly, then turned his gaze to a stack of sketches on the desk covered with various magic circle designs, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

"You've been working on this since last night?"

"About two hundred pages!" the smug-faced writer said.

Aaron thought to himself that the clone was indeed reliable; it had already started working hard on just the first day.

But after carefully examining the Thought Entity's work, his expression became somewhat strange. "This, this, this..."

“That’s normal,” the thought entity replied.

"Normal?" Aaron slammed his hand on the table in anger. "These two hundred-plus pages contain very few high-level magic arrays; most are mid-level, and even low-level arrays make up a significant portion."

Brother, we are both wizards who can draw ultimate magic circles. Even a thousand years ago, we would be considered elites. How could you try to fool me with this?

Even if you spent a whole night inscribing a single ultimate magic circle, it would be more meaningful than these things!

"I'd like to, but I can't."

"Can't it be done?"

The thought entity nodded slightly. "You forgot, my current magic energy is only at the high-level of a high-level mage, not even a magician. It's already quite an achievement that I've done this much. You can't really expect me to just draw pictures!"

"Well..." Aaron chuckled awkwardly, "There's no need to practice basic magic circles then! Isn't that just a complete waste of time?"

"You know yourself; you need to relax when you're tired from work!"

Aaron's eyes widened. It made perfect sense; he couldn't find a single reason to refute it.

"Okay! You've convinced me."

"Could you please not talk to me in that tone in the future?"

We have exactly the same personality; in other words, if you were me, you would do the same.

"And..." the thought entity paused slightly, then added playfully, "you can't beat me now."

"This joke is not funny."

Aaron rolled his eyes. It was only because he had absolute control over the thought entity that anyone who didn't know better would think that the clone was about to devour its master!

But then he remembered the ring on his left hand that sealed magical energy, and his mouth gaped open in astonishment, "Watfa..."

"I thought you should have thought of this last night," the thought entity teased, somewhat surprised. "Original body, I have to say something to you."

Don't let your guard down just because you have me as a cheat code; your brain will become sluggish.

"This joke is even less funny than the last one," Aaron said somewhat dejectedly. Because of the separation of his thought body, his magic energy dropped from five thousand to two thousand five. In addition, the ring on his hand would seal half of his magic energy, so his magic energy was once again halved, becoming half and half again.

Although this aligns with his desire to keep a low profile, the drop in strength from a novice archmage to a novice advanced mage is too great, and he needs time to recover.

"Try to think positively. A thirteen-year-old beginner-level advanced mage is considered a genius, stronger than most students in school," the Thoughtful Body comforted her. "If you can't accept it, you can give me the ring."

"We can switch places; it's only natural that the clone is weaker than the original!"

"Don't even think about it." Aaron immediately grasped the ring, then took a deep breath. "This is not bad either; at least it will help me stay calm."

To be honest, after advancing to the rank of Archmage and defeating Voldemort at sixteen, I did get a little cocky.

Chapter 201 The Dragon Slayer Crystal Awaiting Activation

"Oh right, I almost forgot about the important thing." Aaron suddenly slapped his forehead. "System, sign in."

"Congratulations, host, for checking in at Hogwarts and earning ten magic points."

Aaron raised an eyebrow at his clone and said with some anticipation, "It's your turn."

The longing body shook its head helplessly, "Sorry, I can't do that."

"What?" Aaron snapped out of his daze, his face filled with indignation. "System, this is discrimination."

Even clones have human rights; why can't they sign in?

"Because this unique system is bound to the host, not the clone," the system said proudly. "Of course, if the host insists on experiencing double the pleasure, as long as you pay 100 magic points, this system can also arrange it for the thought entity. However, the sign-in income of both the host and the thought entity will be halved, and will only return to normal after the thought entity returns to the main body."

Aaron: ......

What's the difference between this and paying money to buy loneliness?

Signing in twice, one magic point each time, is not as good as signing in once, which gives two magic points each time, at least saving a few seconds.

“Actually, it’s not impossible.” The Memory Entity pondered for a moment and then said, “We can’t stay in the same place forever. The holidays are coming up soon, so leaving me at Hogwarts would be more cost-effective.”

"What you're saying makes some sense, wait a minute..." Aaron stared intently at his clone, "You're trying to avoid those twenty-odd tutoring classes during the holidays, aren't you?"

"I was found out," the person in the "Thoughtful Body" frankly admitted, "but it was a last resort."

"Why should I have to work so hard to get tutoring while you can just relax and have a vacation at Hogwarts?"

"Get this straight, you're the clone." Aaron said seriously. "I'm willing to take a loss and give you this valuable opportunity to improve yourself."

"I have no objection, but..." The psychic entity shrugged sarcastically, "Do you think a clone can hide from the ancestors in the family's secret chamber?"

Aaron's face darkened. Thinking of the cruelty his ancestors had shown him, their descendant, he swallowed hard in fear.

After all, during the two-month summer vacation last year, he spent every day attending various tutoring classes except for eating and sleeping, which severely damaged his physical and mental health, and even forced him to run away from home.

If they knew he had a thought clone, who knows how excited they would be!

The thought of double the tutoring time is chilling, and Genes certainly won't give him a chance to skip class this time.

"Oh my god!"

Aaron slumped weakly in his chair, and thinking about the upcoming summer vacation, he suddenly felt that life had lost its color.

The Sorrowful Body sighed, stepped forward and patted Aaron on the shoulder, "Some things you can just grit your teeth and get through."

"I'll grit my teeth and get through this." Aaron slapped away the thought's right hand without ceremony. "Why do I seem more like a clone than a clone to you?"

“I won’t allow you to think of yourself like that,” the thought entity said. “If you feel psychologically unbalanced, you can take me back at any time. Under normal circumstances, there will be no cooling-off period when you take me back.”

"Heh! Let's forget about it!" Aaron waved his hand helplessly. "This is a long-term investment; the later you recoup your investment, the greater the return."

“Then it’s over.

Either you leave me at Hogwarts, where I can help you improve your magic circle proficiency every day, and you can also get five magic points for signing in, which is five times what you get at home and two and a half times what you get in Diagon Alley.

"Or you could take me back with you and give me double the tutoring. Seeing your own pathetic state from your own perspective might motivate you more."

Aaron was initially hesitant, since the twenty-eight ancestors in the family's secret chamber possessed a vast amount of knowledge, and the cost-effectiveness of double tutoring might not be as good as leaving the thought entity at Hogwarts to develop on its own.

But after hearing the last sentence, he decisively decided to leave the "Thought-On Body" at school, since he felt a little bad seeing himself in such a disheveled state.

After pondering for a moment, Aaron rolled his eyes at the thought entity, "As expected of me, my ability to control myself is truly impeccable."

"Not at all, not at all," the thought-provoking entity chuckled smugly. "I'm just a weak, pitiful, and helpless clone. The initiative has always been in your hands."

Aaron ignored him and directly paid the system 100 magic points, allocating them to the right of the Thought Entity to sign in.

"Let's leave it at that for now!" Aaron reluctantly lay down on the bed, but the next moment he heard the system's voice, and his mood suddenly brightened.