A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

What saddened him most was that even his best friend Ron didn't believe him, and their relationship cracked for the first time.

......

After returning to his dormitory, Aaron decisively locked the door, picked up Abe, and opened the secret door leading to the Divine Palace.

After passing through the long tunnel, I saw a figure hunched over a desk, writing furiously.

"As I expected, something bad happened again on the eve of Halloween."

Harry was chosen as the fifth champion.

"I understand." The Memory Body calmly put down the quill pen. "But this has nothing to do with us for now."

“It’s related.” Aaron shook his head and transmitted his memories from tonight to the thought entity. “No matter what, Harry Potter can’t die, or we’ll become Voldemort’s primary target.”

The thought-provoking entity, having understood Harry's dream, also became serious, patting its forehead and saying, "The pressure was already immense, and now there's another burden on us."

"There's still some time left. Have you thought about which cards you can't reveal?"

The first challenge relies on courage and the ability to handle danger; if I'm not mistaken, it's most likely a battle against some kind of ferocious creature.

"A frizzy-tailed snail?"

"That's possible, but we can't rule out something even more dangerous, like encountering a three-headed dog."

The thought entity nodded slightly, then walked to a blackboard, which was filled with the magic he currently possessed, but which ordinary fourth-year wizards could not possibly master.

"I've thought it over carefully. First of all, my thought form absolutely cannot be exposed unless your life is in danger."

Secondly, the Fiery Curse and the Divine Palace cannot be used; these two are too exaggerated.

Then there's Apparition and Animagus; using them in public is a real hassle...

The name was erased with each sentence spoken by the "Thought-On Scripture," and in less than half a minute, half of the blackboard was erased.

"What about the rest?"

“My sister won’t be satisfied without revealing some things, and Dumbledore won’t give up either.” The psychic revealed a smug smile. “Animagus can’t be used, but Transfiguration is possible. At worst, we can give Professor McGonagall a good surprise.”

Dragon guardian deities cannot appear, but raven guardian deities may be acceptable.

Elemental magic circles should be avoided if possible. Even when used, only intermediate and low-level elemental magic should be used. They can be cast instantly, but multiple magic circles cannot be stacked. High-level elemental magic can be used when necessary, but it will take more time and requires making it appear as if it consumes a large amount of energy.

"As expected of me," Aaron said with satisfaction. "And what about the Dragon Slayer Magic?"

"Let's try not to expose ourselves!" The Thought Entity sighed helplessly. "Our bodies already possess the characteristics of Fire Dragon Slayer Mages, so flames can't harm us. But anything can happen on the field, so whether we'll be exposed depends on the specific circumstances."

However, one's physical constitution can be revealed, and Dragon Slayer Magic... can be used as a last resort, but the ultimate Dragon Slayer Technique must never be used on the battlefield.

Aaron looked at the forbidden and weakened spells on the blackboard, pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "That's fine! I understand."

"It's not over yet!" The thought pointed to the storage shelf next to it, "There are these too."

"That's unnecessary!" Aaron said awkwardly. "Even if we tie our own hands, it won't be difficult to overpower the remaining four."

"That's true, but don't forget there's also Adrian among the referees!"

You know my sister's personality perfectly well—an angel's face, a devil's heart. You can't fool her without doing something completely unexpected!

Upon hearing this, Aaron's face darkened.

"Why would she be a referee if she had nothing better to do? Doesn't the Klein family have anything else going on?"

"This only proves that her younger sister, Claire, is much more important to her than us younger brothers," the thought-provoking entity said dejectedly, then looked at the spider lilies on the shelf. "Genes will definitely be here to watch the match, which means the existence of the spider lilies can't be hidden from her."

We can make do with regular bullets using transformation magic, but just in case, we should prepare a few special bullets.

Aaron swallowed hard, realizing he was probably going to lose money again.

"what do you need?"

"I remember there was a special material in the store, wasn't there?"

"Forget about it, I can't afford it."

The Ghost Crystal requires one hundred magic points, and I only have a pitiful two digits left.

"There are still 25 days until the competition, so we should be able to get it in about a week."

"But that stuff needs to be added to the artifact, and it's not easy to get a copy!" Aaron said somewhat reluctantly.

“I know, and I’m reluctant to part with it either.” The longing body shrugged and said helplessly, “But I don’t need it all. Just a small piece will be enough.”

Aaron was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Are you confident about the enchantment?"

The smug figure smiled smugly, "Basic enchanting is no problem."

"That's not enough; it needs to be enchanted at least three times."

"It might be possible to enchant twice before the competition," the Thought Entity mused. "However, adding one more material would make the bullet's power comparable to three enchantments."

Aaron blinked, as if he understood what the Thought Entity was referring to, and subconsciously looked at the white feather with a faint reddish-gold hue on the storage shelf.

"Thunderbird's tail feathers?"

"It can only be it. The Thunderbird is a king-level bird of prey, possessing the power to alter celestial phenomena. Its tail feathers contain lightning-attribute magic, plus it..."

"How many bullets can you make?"

The thought entity seemed to have anticipated Aaron's change in attitude, and calmly held up three fingers, "Three, you'd better use them sparingly."

"I understand." Aaron said, glancing thoughtfully at Abe with a fawning smile. "How about you contribute two scales and try?"

Abe immediately crossed her arms and took a few steps back in fear, weakly saying, "Is it okay if I only offer my saliva?"

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Saliva? Even Snape only discovered that the Holy Dragon's saliva could be used to make an appetite stimulant; that stuff had absolutely nothing to do with ammunition.

However, he was just joking. He wouldn't even let Abe shed a drop of blood, let alone scales.

"Alright, I never thought I could count on you anyway." Aaron patted its head. "But I'll give you a small task: next time you see Dumbledore's phoenix, watch my eye and do what I say. It would be a shameful waste not to pluck a few feathers from it."

Abbe immediately perked up, standing tall and proud.

It had been displeased with that bird for a long time, but it was only out of fear of Dumbledore that it would have caught it and stewed it long ago.

It's just plucking a few hairs; it won't feel guilty at all.

Chapter 360 My best friend and I have fallen out. Hagrid's spring has arrived.

"If Dumbledore knew that his Fawkes would suffer such a fate, I wonder what he would think?" The thought-provoking entity shook its head speechlessly and continued, "The products of some powerful magical creatures can increase the power of bullets. If you have time, you can go to Hagrid, or go directly to the Forbidden Forest to find special materials."

"For example... unicorn feathers? Octopus spider venom? Werewolf teeth?"

"Those things might be useful for making other items, but their effect on bullets is far less than that of the Thunderbird; they're better than nothing."

"In other words, we have to take action against that phoenix."

"That's roughly the idea," the Thought-Body said awkwardly. "Let's get back to the point. Besides the spider lily, there's also the Nija mask."

“This is inappropriate!” Aaron frowned. “The competition is being held in public. Summoning a ninja army in front of so many people is a bit too shocking.”

"Just in case," the thought-provoking entity said meaningfully. "Besides, Voldemort will soon return, and we can't just leave the Niga Mask as a decoration after injecting some of our power into it!"

Aaron nodded silently upon hearing this.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

As usual, Aaron took Abe to the auditorium for breakfast.

Because he was chosen as a champion at Hogwarts, the way others looked at him changed noticeably.

Slytherin grew increasingly reverent, Gryffindors harbored some hostility, Hufflepuff felt displeased and resentful, while Ravenclaw seemed somewhat indifferent.

Aaron paid no attention to these changes, eating and drinking as usual. He would not change his mind because of other people's eyes and words.

Moreover, this novelty won't last long. After a while, everyone will get used to it, and things will return to what they were like before the three-way battle began.

Snapped!

A book was suddenly slammed onto the opposite side of Aaron, and Hermione walked over with a flustered Harry.

"If we're talking about the House-Elf Rights Promotion Association... please don't bother me." Aaron sighed, then pointed to Ron Weasley, who was about ten meters away, and said, "Your treasurer is over there!"

“It has nothing to do with SPEW,” Hermione explained. “Harry and Ron had a falling out.”

"Oh?" Aaron became interested. "Tell me about it."

“He doesn’t believe me,” Harry said indignantly. “You and Hermione both believe me, but I never expected him not to believe that I didn’t put my name in the Goblet of Fire.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t trust you,” Hermione frowned. “He’s…jealous.”

"You, Harry Potter, are always the center of attention, which makes him feel like he's just a supporting character, so... this time I think he's finally had enough."

"It's as if I really enjoy people looking at my forehead."

This is a three-way battle for supremacy! If I could switch places, I'd love for someone to take my place.

"Don't even think about it; the consequences of breaching the contract..."

“I know, your sister said it before, I don’t want to experience the feeling of being burned by demonic flames.” Harry sat down angrily. “I’m already so worried because someone framed me, and my best friend doesn’t believe me.”

"So...why did you contact me?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"I'm really fed up with their misunderstanding. Do you have any ideas on how to clear it up?"

“Yes, it’s very simple.” Aaron smiled meaningfully. “Professor Snape’s office should have truth serum. Just one drop and you’ll be forced to tell the truth.”

“No,” Hermione immediately refused. “That kind of potion is usually used for interrogating criminals.”

"Then sign a contract to prove that you are absolutely not lying."

“This…” Harry looked troubled. “Isn’t it a bit much to make such a fuss?”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t help you.” Aaron shrugged. “These two things can directly prove your innocence. If you’re unwilling, then we can only leave it to time.”

"Let's leave it to time!"

The cold war between good friends will naturally disappear after a while.

There's one more thing. We plan to send a message to Sirius Black, telling him about the Triwizard Tournament. Harry's name was chosen by the Goblet of Fire, which might be related to Varian's conspiracy..."

"Stop," Aaron interrupted hastily. "I'm annoyed enough already. Don't tell me about this kind of thing."