A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"This is not a bad thing for you."

“That’s true.” Harry forced a smile. He would feel uncomfortable if the Dursleys came.

After breakfast, Aaron picked up Abe and headed toward the conference room. Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory, and Viktor Krum also stood up from their respective long tables and followed.

Harry sat alone in his seat, feeling that there was no need for him to go, since his family was definitely not coming; he couldn't very well ask Sirius to come!

After passing through several gates, the four warriors arrived at the conference room.

As Aaron expected, his butler did arrive, but in addition to Genes, Adrian was also there.

The other three were chatting and laughing with their parents, and Furong's parents also brought her younger sister, Gabrielle.

"Young master, I personally suggest you go and call Harry Potter."

"Oh?" Aaron became interested. "Harry Potter's Muggle relatives are willing to come?"

“No, but…” Genes pointed to a man sitting in the corner eating heartily, “Miss Adrian invited him here, so in a sense he is also Harry’s relative.”

"Professor Lupin!" Aaron's lips curled up slightly. "It's really kind of you to invite him over, elder sister."

“After all, he’s a referee, so we still need to show some humanitarian concern,” Adrian explained. “We were originally planning to call Weasley over, but Mrs. Weasley seems to have discovered the large investment Lyon made in George and Fred’s toy store. She’s not optimistic about the twins’ business, and Mr. Weasley is trying to persuade her with kind words.”

“Understood.” Aaron nodded and slowly walked up to Professor Lupin. “Long time no see, Professor.”

“It’s been a long time, Mr. Gaius,” Lupin said as he ate. “Thank you so much for inviting me over, your sister is such a kind and wonderful person.”

She provided me with a batch of wolfsbane medicine, enough for me to use for one or two years.

In addition, she gave me a 1,000 Galleons appearance fee. To be honest, I really couldn't refuse this kind of unusual charity.

"Um... could you call Harry for me? I haven't seen him in ages."

“Okay.” Aaron nodded immediately. “But before that, don’t you have to explain to me that letter you wrote to Moody, which actually spread rumors that I know the Cruciatus Curse? That’s a bit unethical!”

Lupin: ......

Chapter 396 Lu Ping, who suffered a silent loss, prepares for the match.

“Harry, someone’s waiting for you inside,” Aaron called from the meeting room door.

Harry stood up somewhat blankly. He didn't understand who would want to watch him compete; the Dursleys, of course, were definitely out of the question.

All his doubts were answered when he pushed open the door and saw Limos Lupin. "Professor, I never expected you to come and watch my match."

"Miss Klein specially invited me."

I'm not exactly your relative, but I'd barely qualify as your uncle.

Harry nodded excitedly, then looked at Lupin's bluish-purple left eye and frowned subconsciously. "Professor, what happened to your eye?"

“He bumped into it,” Aaron interjected. “He was so excited that he accidentally bumped into the doorknob.”

“Really?” Harry asked skeptically.

"That's it."

Lupin rubbed his eyes, looking embarrassed and a little awkward.

Just now, Aaron displayed his amazing magical talent, using illusion to deceive the others' vision, a silencing spell to block out sound, and then a fist rapidly grew larger in his vision.

The combo was so smooth and fluid that he didn't even have time to react before he was hit with a heavy punch.

He thought that explaining the letter would solve everything; his original intention was simply to prevent Aaron from going astray, but he never expected... that Aaron would actually dare to harm his teacher.

Although he felt aggrieved, he really couldn't say anything, since he was in the wrong first.

Moreover, the illusion was not seen through by anyone in the conference room except for Adrian and Genes, which is quite intriguing.

As for Genes, even though he was a butler, he was completely unfathomable and overly mysterious.

Adrian's abilities could be explained by her exceptional talent, though it's also possible that Aaron unilaterally dispelled the illusion she was under.

But besides the two of them, there were several middle-aged wizards in the conference room. Cedric's father, Amos Diggory, was the Director of the Ministry of Magic, and his strength was beyond doubt; at the very least, he was no less capable than Cedric himself.

The fact that none of these people saw through Aaron's illusion directly proves the level of Aaron's magical power.

The problem is that neither Adrian nor Genes paid any attention to Aaron's punch, so he couldn't find a way to seek justice and had to suffer in silence.

Adrian and Genes had no idea what Lupin was thinking, but they both knew Aaron.

He wouldn't act without a reason; Lu Ping must have angered him in some way. Once he threw that punch, all past grudges would be wiped clean, and they had no reason to stop him.

Harry nodded with some skepticism, then walked up to Adrian and said, "Thank you so much for bringing Professor Lupin here."

"You're welcome, it's what a referee should do," Adrian said calmly. "Besides, it seems like someone is deliberately targeting you in the Triwizard Tournament."

Inviting Lemos Lupin, someone we know well, was also to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

Harry felt a sense of relief and turned to Lupin to talk about his experiences this school year, feeling incredibly relaxed.

With Dumbledore and Moody in charge, it wouldn't be easy for Voldemort's henchmen to harm him in the third project.

Now, with Lupin as an insurance policy, this game is absolutely secure, without any chance of failure!

"Let's go outside for a walk. It's a bit inconvenient to talk here," Adrian suggested, then walked out of the conference room on his own.

Aaron shrugged helplessly and followed behind her.

"You should know how to fulfill my request, right?" Adrian teased.

“I know,” Aaron said irritably. “The first project required me to fight five dragons all by myself. I was lucky and barely survived.”

In the second project, besides making difficult choices, I also had to clean up the mess left by others. Fortunately, I managed to fool the mermaid leader and manage to get ashore.

But isn't this third project a bit too much to ask? Sister, are you targeting me?

“You could say that,” Adrian admitted directly, “but the choice is always yours.”

"I already said I'm not interested right now, I'm only fifteen."

"It's just a blind date, at most an engagement, there's no need to make such a fuss."

"Easier said than done, I haven't seen you be that enthusiastic!"

Adrian raised an eyebrow. "If you find someone suitable, you can introduce them to me!"

If not, then shut your mouth. Besides, my younger brother is the heir to the Klein family, so it doesn't matter if I stay single for life.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. He took a deep breath and said, "If I fulfill your request, how much time can you buy for me?"

Adrian held up one finger and said calmly, "One year."

"No, that's too little."

“You can get married at sixteen,” Adrian said somewhat anxiously. “It’s an unspoken agreement between the Gaius and Darwin families. Regardless of whether you and Ceria end up together, you must try dating for a while.”

“I know,” Aaron sighed, “but this time is really too short. How about three years? At least let me finish my studies at Hogwarts!”

"You're pushing your luck! I gave you a year and I was prepared to negotiate, but don't you think three years is too much?" Adrian said speechlessly. "Two years at most, because Ceria will be sixteen in two years."

"If this drags on any longer, not only will Keria have a problem with me, but both of your parents will also have a problem with me."

Aaron gritted his teeth. "Fine, two years it is."

“That’s more like it.” Adrian smiled meaningfully. “Perform well on the third project. If you don’t meet my requirements, you won’t even last two years. When you go home for vacation, you can start preparing for blind dates!”

Aaron was speechless, knowing only that he had to give it his all in tomorrow's game.

"Uncle Genes, what's the progress on the divine weapon that my ancestor Alger forged for me?"

"All the parts have been manufactured; only one last material is needed for assembly."

Aaron nodded slightly. This progress was about what he had expected. As for the last material, it was his own blood, which would naturally be no problem once they got back.

Getting four divine weapons at once is still quite exciting.

"How's the progress on that artifact?" Aaron continued to ask.

"One-third is complete."

"What?" Aaron's mouth dropped open in shock. It wasn't that the progress was slow; on the contrary, it was much faster than he had expected.

"what happened?"

"Didn't the young master send back two sets of materials?"

Dark crystal is a natural material for conducting magical energy, but more importantly, it's black crystal, a versatile fusing agent that can combine the properties of all materials, fusing them perfectly together.

Aaron paused for a moment, then turned to look at Adrian. The black crystal was the Christmas gift Adrian had given him.

"Sister, you're so good to me, much better than my stingy ancestors."

“Be polite,” Adrian said, half-laughing and half-crying. “Gaius’s ancestors were responsible for their descendants, and you are just one of them.”

Aaron nodded hastily; he was just grumbling.

"Has anything major happened in the wizarding world lately?"

“Aside from the disappearances of Barty Crouch and Bertha Jorkins from the Ministry of Magic, there’s nothing noteworthy for the time being,” Genes said. “However, due to the rather suspicious circumstances surrounding Crouch’s disappearance, Percy Weasley’s role as acting judge has been revoked and replaced by Cornelius Fudge.”

“Not bad.” Adrian shrugged. “I don’t think Fudge is particularly capable, but compared to the ambitious Percy Weasley, he’s quite pragmatic.”

......

Aaron and the thought entity sat facing each other.

The shadowy ninja stood respectfully to the side, ready to fetch whatever his two masters needed.

"Niga mask, spider lily, ten bullets made from unicorn feathers, ten bullets made from hippogriff feathers, ten bullets made from Thestral tail feathers, ten bullets made from phoenix tail feathers, and three bullets made from a ghost crystal and a thunderbird tail feather." The Thought Entity counted the items on the table, speechless and somewhat helpless. "I know this third project is dangerous, and I understand your thoughts, but isn't this a bit too much?"

"Excluding me, with your current magical power, you can only fire twelve shots at most before you're completely at someone's mercy."

"That's assuming I unleash my full power," Aaron corrected. "If I use less magical energy, I can fire twenty, thirty, fifty shots, or even..."

"Stop talking," the thought entity hurriedly interrupted. "Fifty shots are acceptable to me; the bullets fired are more powerful than a spell cast with the same amount of magic power. But if you're talking about a hundred shots..."

"Its power is still stronger than a spell!"

“But it’s a loss!” The thought entity rolled its eyes and said, “These bullets aren’t the training bullets we usually use, which we can easily create with a transformation spell.”

The cheapest of them all use bronze knuckles as their main material, many are made from gold galleons and silver shiko, and with the addition of magical beast feathers and my tireless enchanting, you could say every shot is a real gold nugget.

“I know,” Aaron said seriously, then changed the subject, “but do you think my older sister wouldn’t do anything underhanded?”

Don't forget that my first two projects were several times more difficult than I expected, and the third project was even more difficult than the first two.