A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

However, there's still a small problem. "This gun needs a memorable name," the "Thought Entity" chuckled hesitantly. "After all, it's our first weapon; it can't be left without a name!"

“That’s true!” Aaron scratched his head. “We need to think about the name carefully.”

Okay, you think of some suitable ones, and let me know when they're available so I can choose.

The expression on the face of the person who was thinking about the subject immediately darkened. "Why do you think I'm telling you this? Isn't it just because the name is hard to come up with?"

Besides, we have similar personalities and thoughts. Do I need to inform you if I think a name is suitable?

"Uh... don't be so formal, there might be something that makes you feel conflicted!"

Ultimately, the decision will still be mine to make.

"I know myself well enough," the thought-provoking body said somewhat impatiently. "When I'm conflicted, I just flip a coin."

"Let me know," Aaron said with an awkward laugh, then asked, "How's the assignment Professor Trelawney gave you coming along?"

"All done," the thought said easily, taking a roll of parchment from a nearby shelf.

"How did you manage to do it?"

The thought didn't speak, but simply pointed to a crystal ball on a table.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. "As expected of me, using divination to predict the future movements of planets."

You didn't divine anything else, did you? Like the Goblet of Fire.

No, it was a great success, a very successful one.

Furthermore, the divination results indicate that this month will be very stable for us.

Chapter 353 Increasing Study Pressure, Saving Face

As it turned out, the thought-body method was indeed correct. Professor Trelawney praised his homework in front of everyone in his divination class, as most of the predictions were accurate.

To his surprise, Harry and Ron were also praised, but their predictions were rather intriguing.

Their homework descriptions of their upcoming month were practically cursed with bad luck: getting burned today, losing money tomorrow, getting into a fight the day after...

"Are your predictions reliable?" Aaron asked incredulously. "A month of bad luck, with no two days the same. How did you manage that?"

“It’s all made up,” Ron said smugly. “We discovered that she just loves to see us suffer. Whether the prediction is reliable or not doesn’t matter, as long as the professor thinks it’s passable, that’s fine.”

"But the problem is, what about the fortune-telling for the month after next?" Harry said with a frown. "It's not easy to come up with dozens more unlucky things to curse myself with!"

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. He finished his homework by defeating divination with divination, but these two were just playing for the thrill. Cursing themselves?

"By the way, you also joined Hermione's house-elf rights advocacy group?" Ron looked at Aaron with some doubt. "She told us you were the vice president."

Aaron: ......

"Don't listen to her nonsense, it was just a simple deal."

Out of friendship, I bought a cheap badge from her, that's all.

In the following weeks, Moody kept his word and cast the Imperius Curse on everyone in class to train students' resistance to this unforgivable curse. He wasn't worried at all about being reported, since Dumbledore had his back, and the Ministry of Magic wouldn't send anyone to arrest him for such a thing.

Because wizards have to take the OWLs exam (Ordinary Wizarding Level Test) in the fifth year, and the Triwizard Tournament also takes up students' study time, each professor tacitly adds some academic pressure to the fourth-year students.

Professors McGonagall and Binns assigned more homework, Professor Snape forced students to study potions, Professor Flitwick required students to read three more spellbooks this semester, and even Hagrid was no exception, suggesting that students come to his hut every other day to observe the Blasttails and record their daily behavior.

This pressure didn't ease until a few days before Halloween, when a notice was posted in the lobby:

Triwizard Tournament

Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6 p.m. on October 30, and the afternoon session will end half an hour earlier.

Please return your schoolbags and textbooks to your dormitories and gather in front of the castle to welcome our guests, and then attend the welcome banquet.

“There’s less than a week left.” Aaron stroked his chin and looked at Draco, asking, “Are you still sure you want to sign up? We fourth-year students don’t have much of an advantage.”

“Of course.” Draco said confidently, while giving Harry and his two friends a provocative look. “I’m sure I’ll sign up, but I don’t know if some people have the guts.”

"Hmph! We'll sign up too," Ron said nonchalantly.

"Fine, I won't stop you." Aaron sighed, somewhat exasperated. "Luckily, it's just a registration right. Think twice!"

"Aren't you going to sign up?" Hermione asked, somewhat surprised. "It's an eternal honor!"

"I have no interest in Glory."

Aaron waved his hand and carried Abe back to the common room.

With the appearance of this notice, the three-way battle for supremacy became the biggest topic of conversation among students in the following days.

Who will become the champion of Hogwarts? What are the events in the Triwizard Tournament? How are the students of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang different from them?

In addition, the castle underwent a thorough cleaning; the portraits hanging in the corridors and hallways were wiped clean, and the armor and statues were polished to a shine.

Filch repeatedly asked students to pay attention to their appearance, and the other faculty members also seemed particularly nervous.

As the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament, they absolutely had to make sure things looked good, and even Professor McGonagall's attitude was much stricter than usual.

October 29th, night.

Aaron sparred briefly with the Thought Entity in the Divine Hall, and then began practicing the ultimate elemental magic circle on paper.

"Beausbarton and Durmstrang are arriving tomorrow. Any thoughts?"

“That’s none of my business,” Aaron said calmly. “By the way, have you decided on a name for the gun? My gut tells me I’ll be using it soon.”

"Hmm..." The sympathetic being chuckled awkwardly, "I've thought about it for a long time, but I think the most suitable one is still the red spider lily."

Aaron paused for a moment, looked at the pattern on the flintlock pistol, and couldn't help but twitch his face slightly.

"As expected of me, can I be any lazier?"

The entity of longing shrugged innocently, "You know yourself well, this is already the best. If you don't believe me, you can look at my memories."

"Fine, let's just have the red spider lily then!"

Hopefully, the other four guns made by our ancestor Arg will have different patterns, otherwise...

"Number one, number two, number three, number four, number five, simple and clear," the thought entity said directly, but seeing the few black lines that appeared on Aaron's forehead, he immediately changed his words, "Just kidding, just kidding."

However, I am somewhat curious about what could possibly make my true form look so troubled.

"It's nothing, maybe I'm overthinking it."

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are coming to Hogwarts tomorrow, but Halloween is the day after tomorrow.

The expression on the thought body's face also calmed down a bit. Halloween Eve is definitely a cursed holiday for Hogwarts. Although we don't know what will happen, it's good to be mentally prepared.

Back in his dorm, Aaron lay down on his bed and began reviewing his system tasks for the year.

Participate in the Triwizard Tournament;

The reward for completing the task is 2000 magic points; there is no penalty for failure. Do you accept this offer?

"System, you're forcing me!"

"The host has the right to choose; you can choose not to accept it."

Aaron chuckled. The task was announced on the day the notice was posted.

His first reaction was to give up, but the reward for completing the task held him back.

That's two thousand magic points. He would have to sign in at Hogwarts for two hundred days to accumulate that many. It's rare for the system to be this generous!

More importantly, he really needs this reward right now because he is so poor.

He has been diligently signing in every day since the start of the semester, but he can't help it because he has to spend money so often!

He didn't miss out on any of them, including the costume-changing spell, the seamless stretching spell, the mermaid's tears, and the thunderbird's tail feathers, plus the cost of refreshing the shop...

After nearly two months at school, I still only have a double digit of magic points, less than fifty.

The saying "You only realize how little money you have when you need it" is no longer enough to describe his current predicament. It proves that money is never enough.

"I'll think about it some more!" Aaron said helplessly. "Aren't there any other tasks?"

"You're an upgraded system, for goodness' sake, why are you being so stingy?"

"It depends on the actual situation," the system explained seriously. "This system also has professional ethics; tasks that are not up to standard do not deserve to appear on the task panel."

Aaron: ......

Damn! That's so confident and refusing to accept any rebuttal.

The following day, the last potions class ended half an hour early.

After the bell rang, the Gryffindors and Slytherins in the classroom returned to the common room to change into clean and tidy clothes to welcome the upcoming guests.

"Gaius," Snape reminded him helplessly, "have you forgotten what was on that notice? Put your bag and textbooks back in the dormitory, change your clothes, and meet in front of the castle."

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, and his wizard robes automatically changed.

"This is a transformation spell, not a transfiguration spell. This luggage is real."

Snape's lips twitched slightly. "What about the schoolbag and textbooks?"

Abe jumped onto the table and stuffed the two items into his pocket right in front of Snape.

"Go and join the queue!"

"okay!"

Aaron followed Snape out of the Potions classroom and into the hallway where he met up with the other Slytherins from the other years.

Once everyone had arrived, the headmasters began organizing the students into lines and checking everyone's attire to ensure it was appropriate. After all, they were going to be presentable in front of the other two magic schools, and if someone stood out from the crowd, it would be a disgrace to the entire Hogwarts.

At 5:30, the students had already lined up in front of the castle.

Each grade stood in a row, forming seven rows of squares, quietly waiting in the evening.

As time passed, a half-moon appeared in the sky, and the temperature began to slowly drop.

"Why aren't they here yet?" Gore said irritably from the middle of the group. "They're acting even more arrogant than Moody."

"It's not even six o'clock yet!" Crabbe reminded him.

“They will definitely arrive on time, the question is how they will arrive,” Aaron said calmly. “Hogwarts is acting so solemnly, their entrance can’t be anything ordinary.”

“Maybe it’s a flying broomstick?” Draco guessed, but then he turned his attention to Abbe. “Or maybe it came riding a magical creature.”