A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"I'll take half of the prize money from the three-way battle, and you can split the rest."

“This is inappropriate,” Krum said with a stern face, and the other four immediately echoed his sentiments.

It's all thanks to Merlin's blessing that they survived. They absolutely cannot accept this money; they wouldn't be so shameless.

Seeing their resolute attitude, Aaron didn't press them, after all, he needed raw materials to make those enchanted bullets.

After breakfast, the group left the school hospital.

Krum and Fleur returned to Durmstrang's giant ship and Beauxbatons' carriage, respectively, to let their parents, teachers, and classmates know they were safe.

Cedric went to see his parents and Professor Sprout, the Headmaster of Hufflepuff, while Harry and Aaron returned to the common room of Gryffindor and Slytherin.

As soon as Aaron stepped through the doorway, he attracted the attention of all the Slytherins.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Draco asked curiously. "The last project must have gone wrong. That Mad-Eye, Alastor Moody, might be a Death Eater."

"This... I really don't know." Aaron paused for a moment, feigning confusion. "I only know that the trophy was a door key, and I lost consciousness after landing."

When I woke up again, I was in Hogsmeade Village.

"Really?" Draco said with a regretful look. "I bet you missed something very important."

“Alright, Draco,” Neller said as he walked over. “Professor Snape said that Aaron was greatly frightened and no one is allowed to ask him any questions.”

"I know, I know."

"Looks like the Dean understands me best." Aaron shrugged and walked into his single dormitory room, then took the secret passage to the Divine Hall.

The thought form was diligently inscribing a magic circle on a stone table. Upon seeing the main body approaching, it decisively stopped what it was doing. "You should rest a little longer."

"The school hospital is nowhere near as comfortable as our Divine Hall," Aaron said, sitting down opposite the thought entity. "Where's the Dog Talisman?"

The thought entity snapped its fingers, and a shadowy ninja handed over a wooden box containing a dog talisman, though the dog pattern was grayish-white.

"The immortal divine power was completely absorbed, not a trace of it remained," the thought entity remarked. "To have the shadow ninja deliver the talisman, how did you even come up with this idea?"

"It's a last resort; I have to find a way to ensure I'm in an invincible position!"

"The words may be rough, but the principle is sound; it's just a bit risky."

"You know the situation at the time; I couldn't be 100% sure that Genes and the others would arrive in time."

With the power of immortality, even if Voldemort really wanted to kill me, I could fake my death and escape.

The thought entity nodded in agreement. "What should we do with this talisman?"

Aaron hesitated for a moment, and a dog pattern appeared in his pupils, but it quickly disappeared after a moment.

The dog charm returned to its original color, but it was just an ornament and had no divine power whatsoever.

“Alright, put it on the shelf!” Aaron said. A shadowy ninja put the talisman and its wooden box away and placed it next to the wooden box containing the Tiger Talisman.

The thought form smiled and gave the original body a thumbs up, "You really know how to play!"

"Just in case," Aaron waved his hand. "After all, the Hall of Roaring Light is a converted Chamber of Secrets from Slytherin, and Voldemort has already been resurrected."

He might not care about this place, but he might come back.

"It's certain that these two talismans will be discovered then. The tiger talisman can separate good from evil, so how could the dog talisman be anything but ordinary?"

“But it’s just plain and unremarkable,” the Thoughtful Body said, shrugging. “Wasting any more time on it would be pointless.”

"But have some faith in the Divine Palace, okay? This place is protected by a forbidden spell."

"So it's just in case, after all, Voldemort has multiple Horcruxes, and forbidden magic might not be able to kill him."

......

On the eve of their departure from school, all the teachers and students from the three colleges gathered in the auditorium for a banquet.

Alastor Moody is in good shape and made his official appearance tonight, though he seemed a little too nervous.

After being imprisoned for a year, his destructive paranoia worsened.

Hagrid and Maxim sat together, discussing things in hushed tones, their relationship appearing very harmonious.

When Aaron saw this, he knew that Dumbledore probably wanted the two of them to win over the giants, but he didn't have much hope for it.

Dumbledore had enough reputation in the wizarding world, but he didn't have enough power.

Voldemort can offer giants freedom and rights, while Dumbledore can offer peace and friendship.

Both are pie-in-the-sky deals, but supporting Voldemort makes it easier to gain benefits, and the Dark Lord's style of doing things is more in line with the giants' tastes.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

Professor McGonagall tapped her glass, and the auditorium fell silent.

Dumbledore stood up from his seat. "Another year has passed. It's over."

"I have much to say to you all tonight, a decision I've made after much deliberation, though the Ministry of Magic didn't want me to tell you."

"Voldemort... has been resurrected, on the very night the Triwizard Tournament ended."

Several of our warriors witnessed firsthand that he, and his Death Eaters, had returned to the wizarding world, and the order we had painstakingly built over thirteen years was suffering a terrible blow.

As soon as he finished speaking, gasps of astonishment filled the air.

A cacophony of tense whispers filled the auditorium, and many eyes held a hint of fear. Students closer to the warriors were especially eager to confirm whether Voldemort had truly risen from the dead.

The five warriors nodded knowingly, not denying Voldemort's resurrection.

"Don't doubt it, this is the truth."

"Our five warriors only managed to escape his clutches by sheer luck." Dumbledore's old face flushed slightly. He wasn't incapable of lying through his teeth; in fact, he was quite adept at it. But lying in front of several people involved was still rather embarrassing.

"call!"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, waiting for the whispers below to subside, before casting a meaningful glance over the five warriors and continuing, "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding within the wizarding world. With Voldemort's resurrection, this connection is more significant than ever before."

I really hope I'm wrong, that Voldemort hasn't come back to life, but the undeniable truth is that we will all face darkness and hardship no less than thirteen years ago. In this very hall, many families have been torn apart by Voldemort.

But I want to say that every guest in this hall is welcome to return at any time, as long as they wish.

Even though we come from different places and speak different languages, we still need to unite.

Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are extremely sophisticated; only unity offers a chance to fight him, while division renders one vulnerable..."

It must be said that Dumbledore's speech touched many people, and even some younger students couldn't help but shed tears after drinking this bowl of chicken soup.

Aaron didn't care about this; he cared more about reality than inspirational quotes.

He admitted that Dumbledore had some merit, but there was another purpose besides that: to use these students to convey the message of Voldemort's resurrection to their parents.

The news spread like wildfire, and the magical world naturally heard the alarm. Fudge and the Ministry of Magic couldn't suppress the news even if they wanted to.

Chapter 419 Farewell, the Illusion of a Year's Work Wasted

As the semester officially came to an end, the Hogwarts students packed their belongings and took them to the foyer, where they waited for a special carriage to take them to Hogsmeade Station.

Many upperclassmen said goodbye to Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students outside the foyer; after all, they had lived together for more than half a year and had formed friendships.

Aaron sat listlessly on his suitcase, holding Abe, wondering what kind of world trip he would take this holiday and when he would leave.

During his journey two years ago, he and a group of dwarves fought bravely against a dragon and participated in a massive war.

The excitement is off the charts, and the rewards are unforgettable.

But it was just too tough. He had to endure wind and rain, be chased by enemies, spend time in prison, and was driven to the brink of explosion by the stubborn dwarf king several times. It was a burden that a teenager could not bear.

"I hope I won't suffer too much this time!" Aaron thought to himself, hoping that what Professor Trelawney said in the first divination class was true.

A short trip won't take up too much time.

Just then, Fleur came over with her sister Gabrielle. "Are you here alone?"

"And them too." Aaron pointed to a corner a few meters away, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting together.

"Will we have a chance to meet again?" Furong asked somewhat shyly. "I hope to find a job here and improve my English."

"Your English is quite good."

However, jobs are hard to find. If you need help, you can come find me in Diagon Alley.

"Diagon Alley?" Fleur's eyes lit up. "Do you live in Diagon Alley?"

"What are you thinking about?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "I work in Diagon Alley, at a fairly well-known beverage shop that I opened when I was eight years old."

"Eight years old?" Gabrielle asked incredulously. "So you were already earning money when you were eight?"

"It's nothing, nothing at all," Aaron waved his hand modestly. "Although he doesn't even earn as much as my allowance in a month, he's still a respectable individual business owner."

From that day on, I was barely financially independent, and I had a net income of two or three thousand Galleons a year.

I'm quite familiar with the shop owners in Diagon Alley, so recommending you a job with room and board shouldn't be difficult.

However, I might have to travel out of town this holiday. If I'm not there, you can work as a temporary sales clerk at Ollivanders Wand Shop, at my great-uncle's place.

"Okay," Hibiscus said happily, then quickly kissed Aaron on the cheek.

Aaron: ......

Damn it! I got taken advantage of again.

"Hmph!" Hermione unconsciously let out a cold snort.

"Is this your girlfriend?" Furong asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” Hermione said, blushing. “Not yet.”

Furong blinked, as if she understood something, and gave a meaningful smile.

Goodbye, Harry.

"It was a pleasure to meet you all." Fleur waved to Harry, then pulled Gabrielle across the lawn toward Beauxbatons' carriage.

Her silver hair was dazzling in the sunlight, making Ron somewhat absent-minded.

"Ron, stop looking, he's already gone," Harry teased.

Ron realized what was happening, a blush creeping onto his face. He immediately changed the subject, "Beauxbatons can ride in a carriage, but what about Durmstrang's students? Can they even sail without Karkaroff and the others?"

"Haha!" Aaron laughed unkindly. "You mean Karkaroff will personally steer the ship?"

"Don't be ridiculous. If he really could do these things for the students, he wouldn't have run away so decisively."