A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“I have two Neptunes here,” Harry said with a pained expression. “But something doesn’t seem right. Professor Trelawney said I was born under the ominous influence of Saturn, which is the dominant planet.”

"Don't listen to that old bat's nonsense, she even predicted your birthday wrong," Ron said impatiently.

“There’s only one Neptune.” Aaron put down his quill and said nonchalantly, “Your birth actually caused a star to be born in the universe. Merlin would probably weep if he saw you.”

puff!

Ron, barely suppressing a laugh, patted Harry on the shoulder. "Two Neptunes in the sky mean a little guy with glasses is about to be born, hahaha..."

Ron had only been laughing for a few seconds when a thin face appeared in front of him, startling him so much that he fell off his chair.

“Mr. Weasley,” Professor Trelawney blinked, “I think I just heard you say that a little man with glasses was born. You’re not referring to me, are you?”

"No, Professor."

"Is the drawing finished?"

“Not yet, Professor,” Ron said guiltily, as his charts didn’t show a single planet.

“Mr. Weasley,” Professor Trelawney said with a disappointed look, “you’re quite talented, but why don’t you study harder?”

"That depends on who teaches," Ron thought to himself, as he had no interest in divination classes.

“Learn from your deskmate.” Professor Trelawney picked up Aaron’s chart and placed it in front of Ron. The positions of the eight planets were clearly arranged on it.

“Mr. Gaius, tell them how you managed to draw this in such a short time?”

"This...this picture is in my family's genealogy."

Not only the eight planets, but also the sun, moon, and tides are meticulously recorded.

Trelawney: ......

Okay! I was short-sighted.

After the bell rang, Professor Trelawney stood up and said, "Referring to your respective charts, analyze in detail the planetary movements that will affect you next month."

It must be submitted by next Monday; no excuses are allowed.

"That damn old bat," Ron muttered angrily as he ate dinner in the Great Hall. "Our weekend is over."

"A mountain of homework?" Hermione said gleefully. "You guys should have taken the arithmetic and divination course with me. Professor Victor didn't assign any homework at all."

"It's just that they didn't keep them now," Aaron said dismissively.

"That's still better than what you're doing now, isn't it?"

Aren't you worried about the homework Trelawney assigned?

“Don’t worry,” Aaron said meaningfully. “I’m sure I can finish it.”

Chapter 350 Arnold Weasley, Let Us Encourage Each Other

Slytherin common room.

Aaron had just returned when he saw Draco holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, chatting and laughing.

"Any good news?"

“Of course there is.” Draco’s face was full of schadenfreude. “After the Quidditch World Cup, Rita Skeeter made another news story, and you would never guess who the protagonist was.”

"Harry Potter? Or Ron Weasley?" Aaron asked tentatively, thinking that only these two could excite Draco Malfoy so much.

“Neither,” Draco said with amusement. “This person is Arnold Weasley.”

“Arnold Weasley?” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Is this Ron’s relative? I’ve never heard him mention having such a relative.”

"Hahaha..." Draco laughed for a while, clutching his stomach, before unfolding the Daily Prophet and reading: "The Ministry of Magic has been plunged into a new embarrassing situation due to the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Office for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items."

Upon hearing this, Aaron blinked. "The Muggle Misuse Office... could it be Arthur Weasley?"

“That’s right, it’s him, my dad’s archenemy.” Draco couldn’t help but laugh again. “He’s in the newspaper, but this isn’t the family photo from last year’s trip.”

What's even more ridiculous is that Rita Skeeter couldn't even get his name right. Nothing could be more embarrassing than that. My dad was so happy when he found out he opened a bottle of champagne.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. "No wonder Genes said Rita Skeeter was the most unscrupulous journalist."

“Whether she’s morally upright or not doesn’t matter; what matters is that the readers are happy,” Draco said, unusually serious. “Otherwise, she wouldn’t be a reporter for the Daily Prophet.”

What did Arthur do wrong?

"The newspapers say that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Alastor Moody, triggered a false alarm at home and got into a fight with several Muggle police officers. Weasley altered the officers' memories to help him get away with it."

"It sounds perfectly reasonable!"

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but… Arnold Weasley is just too funny,” Draco said with a smug grin. “I’m definitely going to show this paper to Ron Weasley tomorrow.”

"Here's a piece of advice: you can give him the newspaper, but don't say anything unnecessary."

"Well..." Draco seemed a little disheartened. "I was just making fun of him, that should be fine, right?"

“Arthur Weasley helped Alastor Moody out of a predicament, but you’re making fun of his son because of it,” Aaron said, looking at him with amusement. “Is that any different from rubbing his face in the ground? Or are you trying to test the temper of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?”

Upon hearing this, Draco turned pale and it took him a while to recover.

I almost forgot about that. Weasley now has a mad Auror behind him. If Moody stands up for him, he'll definitely be in big trouble.

“I’ll let him off this time,” Draco said.

"Stubborn." Aaron rolled his eyes at him, then picked up Abe and walked back to his dormitory on his own.

After closing the door, Aaron lifted a floor tile and chanted in dragon language to open the secret passage of the Divine Palace.

After walking a long way through the dark passage, the man and the dragon finally entered the Divine Palace.

As soon as they entered, hundreds of shadowy ninjas knelt down in unison, instantly creating a strong sense of ceremony.

At the far end of the palace, the figure of longing sat on the throne with a smile on its face, as if it were receiving an envoy from another country.

"A generous gift of crabs!" Aaron slapped his forehead speechlessly. "This is the first time I've felt like I deserved a beating. I really should have taken back my thought form."

"No, I was just joking." The Memory Entity chuckled and stepped down from the throne. "I've been alone in the secret chamber for two months, and I had to sneak around every time I went out. Please be understanding!"

"Be content," Aaron said irritably. "I even wanted to switch places with you. You have no idea how miserable my vacation has been."

The original body and the thought body exchanged memories, looked at each other, and sighed at the same time.

"What a miserable life!" the lingering spirit said dejectedly. "There's a reason why so many of our ancestors stayed in other worlds to live!"

"Don't think too much about it. Even if you want to run away, you need capital." Aaron took two bottles of white wine from Abe's pocket, handed one to the Memory Entity, and then drank it himself. "Even if you have capital, it's not enough. There are too many things to care about in this world."

So, from beginning to end, we only have one path before us: follow the rules. It may be a bit tough, but it's the right one!

"In the end, I still have to become stronger!" The Thought Entity took a big gulp of wine, then raised its right hand, and three dazzling magic circles—red, purple, and blue—appeared and lined up together.

"The ultimate magic circle is still difficult to cast instantly. Perhaps it will take an overall increase in strength of one level to see significant progress."

However, I can already do this much with advanced magic circles; triple stacking is no problem.

In addition, I have studied Professor Snape's notes quite thoroughly.

Aaron nodded. After receiving the memories of the thought entity, he was able to achieve the same effect.

"I've also learned some special uses of elemental magic. Although I'm still far from being able to use it with ease, I'm already quite proficient in using basic sealing magic."

My ancestor, Vihert, taught me a special defensive magic, which I should be able to fully master this semester.

"Where's the gun?" the thought-provoking entity asked meaningfully. "Aren't you going to let me see it?"

Aaron smiled slightly, took out the flintlock pistol, and placed it on the storage shelf.

"If you're going to try it, you'd better hold back. This is a weapon that can injure a dragon."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't let myself get distracted by frivolous pursuits. You should have some confidence in yourself."

Aaron shrugged, not denying it, and then said, "There are two things you need to do when you have time."

"I knew you wouldn't have come all this way just to see me," the thought-provoking entity said calmly. "Clones are just not destined to enjoy life!"

"At least you were lying down while I was suffering!" Aaron said irritably, then gave Abe a wink.

Saint Dragon immediately took out several books from his pocket and laid them flat on a table.

"The books on firearms maintenance, magic arrays, and Muggle bullet making are all here."

Once you've mastered these things, you can easily repair any weapon that breaks down.

"I understand, I'll learn when I have time," the thought said. "Is there anything else?"

Aaron gave a friendly smile, without the slightest embarrassment. "Also, there's the homework Professor Trelawney assigned, which is due by next Monday."

Thoughts in words: ......

Why don't you just take me back?

After leaving the Temple of Divine Sound, Aaron felt as if he had been expelled of toxins and felt completely refreshed.

The best psychological counselor is still yourself! Comforting yourself and encouraging yourself are genuine and contain no deception.

The Triwizard Tournament's popularity only continued to grow, but gradually everyone's attention was drawn to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Because every wizard who had completed the Defense Against the Dark Arts course spoke highly of Moody, yet remained tight-lipped about him, it fueled the interest of others in this legendary Auror.

Two days later, the fourth-year wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin faced their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class of the semester.

The atmosphere in the classroom was exceptionally quiet, after all, the teacher of this class was a notoriously ruthless person who, apart from Dumbledore, didn't give face to anyone else in the entire Hogwarts.

pedal!pedal!pedal!

A limping footstep came from outside the corridor as Moody entered the classroom, his exaggerated magic eyes darting around.

"Put away your textbooks."

You don't need those things in my classes.

After the students stuffed "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" into their bags, Moody took out the roster and began calling roll.

His normal right eye moved down the list, while his strange left eye stared at each student whose name was called.

After confirming that no one was absent, he wrote his name on the blackboard: "Alastor Moody, formerly an Auror, invited by Dumbledore to attend classes here for a year."

I will only teach for one year, after which I will return to a peaceful retirement life.

Before I came, I received a letter from Professor Lu Ping, in which he gave me a detailed introduction to the course you are taking.

You should know how to deal with some dark magic creatures, like Boggarts and Red Hats, right?