A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Miss Klein is smarter than you think, she’ll be fine.”

Adrian shrugged indifferently. "I'll just pretend I didn't see anything tonight."

The big black dog hesitated for a moment, then transformed back into Sirius Black. He glanced warily at Adrian, and when he saw that she wasn't surprised, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sirius, Severus, and Lupin, I trust all three of you."

Now I hope you will put aside past grievances and cooperate sincerely.

“Dumbledore,” Lupin looked at him with a troubled expression, “I’m fine with it, but those two…”

Snape and Black glared at each other with disgust and displeasure. If Dumbledore hadn't been there, they might have had a real fight.

"Surely you can manage not to show hostility in important situations for a short period of time!"

"We're all on the same side; internal unity is essential, otherwise we're all doomed," Dumbledore said earnestly. "Give me the time to do me a favor and let's shake hands and make peace for now."

The two reluctantly shook hands, but quickly separated.

Dumbledore nodded wearily and continued, "Lupin, you and Sirius go to the Weasleys' house."

Explain his injustice to them before he becomes human, otherwise Arthur and Molly might just take him back to Azkaban.

I will write a letter to Arthur, explaining the terrible situation and telling him what to do.

After that, you need to inform Alberta Feig and Mundungus Fletcher. I will keep in touch with you.

“Understood,” Lupin said.

Sirius walked up to Harry and said, "You'll see me again soon, I promise."

Harry nodded worriedly. "I understand."

Sirius Black transformed back into a big black dog and was led away from the principal's office by Lupin.

"Severus."

“I know what you want me to do without you having to tell me, and I’m ready,” Snape said in a deep voice, though his face was extremely pale.

A hint of worry flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. "I can only say good luck."

“Professor Snape,” Adrian interjected, “my brother has been well taken care of by you these past few years.”

Snape paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "As a teacher, that's what I should do."

“No, you misunderstand,” Adrian explained. “What I mean is that if what you’re doing is dangerous, or if you want to give up, you can go to the Gaius family for a while.”

Voldemort isn't capable of causing trouble for our families; you'll be perfectly safe there.

Aaron nodded very seriously. He could tell from Dumbledore's eyes that Professor Snape's mission was very important, but also very dangerous.

To be fair, he didn't want his division commander to be in danger.

"It's alright, at least for now," Snape reassured him, then strode away.

“It seems he’s made up his mind,” Adrian said. “Prepare some Felix Felicis for your teacher; he might need it.”

Aaron nodded, then looked at Dumbledore. "Professor, is there anything you need us for?"

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then said, "There are only a few of us left here. I guarantee that no one else will know about our next conversation."

Harry said you fought dozens of Death Eaters single-handedly in Riddle's graveyard...

"That's pure fabrication." Aaron immediately interrupted, saying with absolute certainty, "That's definitely Harry's imagination. I'm confident I can beat one or two Death Eaters, but dozens is simply impossible."

Harry:......

Without blushing or panting.

This level of blatant lying is truly astonishing.

“Alright!” Dumbledore knew he was unlikely to admit it, and continued, “Your butler seems to have gone looking for you halfway through, you…”

"I didn't see anything," Aaron said without hesitation. "We were all unconscious and don't know anything."

"So what's your opinion of Voldemort? What if he were to resume his dark reign...?"

"It doesn't matter, I'm a pureblood anyway."

Voldemort is about to unleash a bloody reform, but that fire won't reach us.

Dumbledore: ......

Is this going to kill the conversation?

"Professor, is there anything else?" Aaron asked cautiously.

"No, that's all," Dumbledore said with a forced smile.

I thought I could at least get some information out of him this time, or at the very least give Aaron a heads-up, but I didn't expect him to be so stubborn and unyielding. He's like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water.

Adrian smiled without saying a word, acting as if it were none of his business, as if Voldemort's resurrection had no impact on them whatsoever.

"Then I'll go to the school clinic first."

"Go ahead, and take Harry with you."

Aaron shrugged and helped Harry up from the chair.

"Goodbye, Professor Dumbledore, it's about time I headed back," Adrian said. "The Triwizard Tournament had a rather unexpected turn of events, but thankfully there were no casualties."

"Hogwarts can handle the final awards ceremony; I won't participate."

The three walked along the road, Harry looking conflicted. "Um...sorry, I think I said something I shouldn't have."

"Obviously, that was your hallucination," Aaron warned. "But you shouldn't bring it up again, lest you embarrass yourself, understand?"

Harry blushed and nodded awkwardly. "We passed out after witnessing Voldemort's resurrection. I even had a nightmare, and when I woke up, I was inexplicably sent back by the Portkey."

"Hmm! You're a promising student!" Aaron said with satisfaction.

Adrian chuckled, then looked at Aaron, "You did a good job this time. You fulfilled all the requests I made."

The champion and the last-place finisher passed the competition; no one else suffered any major injuries or fatalities.

"Two years. Don't forget what you promised me."

"This year and next year."

"What?" Aaron's expression changed slightly. "This won't do. Half of the year has already passed."

"You promised two years, and you've cut it by a quarter!"

“To correct you, I said by this time next year, not the whole year next year,” Adrian said matter-of-factly. “As for the reason, Uncle Genes probably didn’t tell you, you’re going on a trip out of town this summer.”

I'll calculate it as a year for you, so you won't be at a disadvantage.

Aaron was bewildered for a moment, then said bitterly, "This is not fair. It's bad enough that I suffer during the holidays, but you've cut my two years in half."

"You know better than I what your summer vacation was like, but even if you count it as a year, I feel it's a bit short."

“Excuse me, just kidding,” Harry interjected, “What are you talking about?”

“His blind date schedule!” Adrian held up a finger meaningfully. “He was supposed to meet his sweetheart after the holiday, but he fulfilled my request, so it can be postponed for a while.”

Aaron shook his head, rubbing his forehead, and said, on the verge of tears, "Now you understand why I worked so hard in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry:......

Chapter 418 The Unsolved Mystery: Dumbledore's Speech

the next day.

Aaron slept in his hospital bed until he naturally woke up; this was the first time he had ever woken up so late since he started school.

He glanced at the others who had already woken up, then turned his gaze to the person opposite him, a one-eyed, lame patient who was looking at him with a meaningful expression.

“It really is Professor Alastor Moody,” Cedric explained in a low voice. “After Dumbledore saw him last night, he showed great interest in you.”

"Heh! I'm not interested in men," Aaron said casually, then took a lollipop from Abe's pocket and put it in his mouth without any regard for appearances.

"If you're not interested in men, are you interested in women?" Furong asked him with amusement.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and said speechlessly, "Miss Delacour, I admit you are beautiful, but I am not interested in you."

After all, I'm just a handsome fifteen-year-old boy, and I haven't considered women yet.

"You're so serious, sometimes it's hard to tell if what you're saying is true or false."

"It's definitely fake." Harry, always eager for drama, said, "Adrian just said last night..."

“Shut up, Harry,” Aaron interrupted immediately. “Don’t forget I saved your life.”

Upon hearing this, Harry awkwardly shut his mouth.

However, Furong seemed to have misunderstood something, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

Just then, the doors of the school hospital suddenly opened, and Ms. Pomfrey, accompanied by two house-elves, brought breakfast to several wounded soldiers.

"You are basically fine and can be discharged today."

However, Cedric, you'd better avoid any heavy work for a week; it's not good for your shoulder's recovery.

"Understood, Ms. Pomfrey."

"Alright, I won't disturb your meal any longer. Let me know when you leave," Ms. Pomfrey said before turning and leaving the room.

Harry picked up a bowl of pumpkin porridge and, while eating, asked absentmindedly, "What do you think the Mystic might do?"

"What else can we do?" Aaron said nonchalantly. "Break through Azkaban, rescue his loyal servants, and then recruit a group of powerful magical creatures... trolls, giants, werewolves, vampires, and so on."

This way, he can recover his former power as quickly as possible, and perhaps even surpass it.

After all, this time it's not starting from scratch, but rather walking the path to success again.

Harry immediately lost his appetite. "What...can we do?"

"Pfft! Ahem!"

Aaron nearly spat out his half-eaten sandwich. He looked at Harry with a helpless expression and said, "Don't overthink it. Dumbledore made arrangements last night."

As for you... there's nothing you can do, at least not right now.

"That's true." Harry forced a smile and continued eating his breakfast.

"Oh right, I forgot to give you this." Aaron suddenly slapped his forehead, turned his gaze to Abe, picked it up without saying a word, and pulled a bag of gold coins out of its pocket.