A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Old ginger is spicier! At this moment, he had to admit that he had been narrow-minded.

He thought that handing the matter over to Genes would ensure everything would be foolproof, but to his surprise, Vihert directly gave him two new elemental magic spells.

Actually, it wasn't a complete loss. He didn't mind learning more; light and dark elements were more advanced than water, fire, earth, wind, and lightning.

But the note that followed hit him hard on the heart. Previously, the ancestor Vicht had reduced him to only use five elements, but now it would probably become seven.

"From a complete thrashing to a fancy thrashing, what am I trying to achieve?" Aaron chuckled self-deprecatingly, his fear of those old guys growing even stronger.

His current skill level is still too low; he can't compare to those veteran players who have lived a long time.

goo~

Aaron's stomach suddenly growled, and he realized he hadn't eaten yet!

However, breakfast time had already ended, so he could only go to the Divine Palace to cook for himself and hand over the two magic books to the Thought Entity.

After passing through a long tunnel, Aaron arrived at his secret base.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the aroma of roasted meat wafted over, making his mouth water.

"Good afternoon." The Thought Entity put a newly refined silver bullet into a wooden box, while in the kitchen, four shadow ninjas were seriously cooking a piece of beef.

"My enchanting skills need improvement, but if I have enough time and materials, I'm confident I can do four enchantments before the end of this academic year," the thought entity said to itself. "But after four enchantments, there will be a watershed moment. It will probably take two or three years of accumulation to do five enchantments. Moreover, higher-level enchantments require more effort and there is a possibility of failure."

“I know that.” Aaron walked into the kitchen and unceremoniously cut himself a plate of roast meat.

"Hey! I haven't eaten breakfast yet!" the person who misses someone said speechlessly.

"I haven't eaten either!"

"Forget it, it's just a matter of adding another pair of chopsticks. We won't miss your mouth."

Abe hurriedly flapped his wings and flew up, making his presence known to the Thought Entity.

The glistening saliva was still drooling at the corner of his mouth; it was hard for him not to notice.

"Tsk! If it's you, it's not just about having one more pair of chopsticks." The Missing Body said with a wry smile, "But it's okay, our current food reserves should last until summer vacation."

"Summer vacation?" Aaron was taken aback. "Do we need to replenish our food supplies?"

"Otherwise what? If we don't replenish our resources for a long time, it's only a matter of time before we run out of money."

Aaron nodded thoughtfully, then turned his gaze to Abe, who was happily devouring a piece of meat, and silently made a decision in his heart.

Chapter 456 Senior Investigator, Finding a Qualified Teacher

"These two books are for you." Aaron placed the book of light elemental magic and the book of dark elemental magic on the desk. "Giens got things done. Our ancestor Vihert has finally decided to teach us new magic."

"That's great," the thought said, sounding slightly excited. "But you don't seem very happy."

"During the summer vacation, Ancestor Vicht will test my learning progress in these two types of magic, and if nothing unexpected happens... the testing method won't be very friendly to me."

"There are gains and losses!" the person comforted her. "All things considered, we didn't really lose out."

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering." Aaron curled his lip. He was the one attending tutoring classes at home, and he was the one getting beaten up. It had nothing to do with the Thought Entity.

The Thought-Body chuckled and then opened the magic book.

"Light elemental magic, dark elemental magic..."

"A generous gift of crabs! This must have been intentional!"

“That’s what I think too,” Aaron said with a wry smile. “We’ll all have to work harder this school year. These two types of magic circles are relatively unfamiliar to us, and it will take more effort to master them.”

"Isn't this like shooting yourself in the foot?" the Thought Entity said dejectedly. It took them four years to barely master five elements, and now that there are two more, their workload has suddenly increased.

"It's no use talking about this now. Just try my best so I won't get beaten up as much during summer vacation!"

Aaron sighed softly, picked up a piece of draft paper, and began to study the use of light and dark elemental magic.

The next day, in the auditorium.

While the students were having breakfast, they heard Professor McGonagall and Umbridge arguing outside.

Upon hearing the sound, many students put down their cutlery and walked out of the auditorium.

......

"Excuse me, Professor, what exactly are you implying?"

"I am only asking that when you punish my students, you must strictly follow the established school rules and act fairly and justly."

“Did I hear that right? You seem to be questioning my authority over my students, Minerva.”

“I absolutely did not mean that. I was talking about you using corporal punishment on students.”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” Umbridge sighed softly. “Your questioning of my methods is tantamount to questioning the Ministry of Magic, or in other words, questioning the Minister himself.”

I am a tolerant and magnanimous person, but there is one thing I absolutely cannot tolerate: disloyalty to the minister.

"Disloyalty to the Minister...?" Professor McGonagall was taken aback. In her memory, Hogwarts had never required loyalty to the Minister of Magic.

Umbridge turned to the group of students emerging from the Great Hall and said, "The situation at Hogwarts is much worse than I anticipated. Cornelius will surely take immediate action."

"Such an imposing air of authority!" Aaron clicked his tongue in amazement as he returned to the Great Hall. "Even if the Ministry of Magic wanted to extend its reach into Hogwarts, they wouldn't do it this blatantly!"

"You didn't know?" Draco asked, somewhat surprised.

"what do you know?"

"The Ministry of Magic has issued Education Order No. 23, appointing Dolores Umbridge as a Hogwarts Senior Investigator."

"An investigator?" Aaron frowned slightly. "Investigating what?"

"Investigating fellow instructors, in other words, she has the right to review the teaching qualifications of other teachers."

Upon hearing this, Aaron opened his mouth in astonishment, then sneered, "What dirty politics! Has Fudge become so shameless?"

If we're reviewing teaching qualifications, then Umbridge should be the first one to be dismissed.

I had already read all the Defense Against Magic theory she taught before I started school, but I still had to practice the spells I needed to learn diligently.

Draco couldn't deny that Fudge's move to control Hogwarts by issuing new educational laws was something he found distasteful.

"Never mind, she's vetting teachers, it doesn't really concern us."

But I still want to remind you, don't meddle in other people's business. It's only a matter of time before someone like Umbridge is ruined; you absolutely mustn't get involved.

"I understand." Draco nodded, but his expression seemed a little unnatural.

......

Article 24 of the Education Regulations prohibits playing music during study time...

Article 30 of the Education Charter: Immediately ban all Weasley products...

Article 45 of the educational charter stipulates that one should maintain good attire and etiquette at all times and in all places...

Umbridge has completely gone too far. In addition to frequently appearing in other professors' classes with her notebook, she also keeps adding various rules and regulations, as if she were the headmistress of Hogwarts.

Professors McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick, and Glapland were unfazed by her scrutiny and were able to answer her questions calmly outside of their classroom teaching.

However, during the divination class, Professor Trelawney seemed to be deliberately targeted.

“I hope you will make a prophecy for me,” Umbridge said with a smile.

It has to be said that this is asking the impossible, because truly effective prophecies cannot be made casually, and what is seen in the crystal ball is only one of countless possibilities.

According to Dumbledore, no more than five prophecies were completely accurate during Trelawney's sixteen years of teaching.

“The Heavenly Eye will not look under orders,” Professor Trelawney said seriously.

“What a pity.” Umbridge jotted down a few notes on her writing board.

"No, wait, wait." Professor Trelawney hurriedly stopped her, though she was furious, her job was in the hands of this senior investigator.

Circumstances are beyond our control; if we don't follow this prediction, we might lose our jobs.

"I think I saw something."

Yes, I saw something dark. You are in very serious danger.

“Interesting, if that’s all you can do at best.” Umbridge raised an eyebrow slightly, a smug smile on his face, and casually scribbled something on the whiteboard.

......

Gryffindor common room.

“That wretched old hag!” Hermione cursed angrily. “We can’t learn how to protect ourselves, we can’t learn how to get past Oss, she’s taken over the whole school.”

“But what can we do?” Harry said dejectedly. “She’s a high-ranking investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic now, and even Dumbledore can’t do anything about her for the time being.”

“We have to take action. If Umbridge isn’t willing to teach us, then we’ll just have to do it ourselves.”

“What are you doing?” Ron asked.

"Learn Defense Against the Dark Arts."

“Spare us!” Ron said listlessly. “We still have a ton of homework, Harry has to deal with Umbridge’s detention, and I’ve signed up for Gryffindor’s Quidditch team.”

Hermione, I don't want to say this, but it's only been two weeks, and we already have a lot on our plate.

“But learning Defense Stance is more important than homework,” Hermione said seriously. “Mystic could come back at any time. If we don’t even have the ability to protect ourselves, how are we going to face him and those terrible Death Eaters?”

“You mean...we should go to the library and find some spells to practice on our own?” Ron said.

No, that's not enough.

What we need is a teacher, a teacher with rich combat experience who can give us proper guidance.

“But who can we ask?” Harry frowned slightly. “The teachers at the school are definitely out of the question; Umbridge keeps a close eye on them.”

Sirius Black can't show his face, and Professor Moody and Professor Lupin are busy with the Order of the Phoenix, and Mr. Weasley..."

“No, I’m not talking about them,” Hermione interrupted. “What do you think of Aaron?”

"he?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, then fell into deep thought.

“I certainly trust Aaron’s abilities,” Harry said hesitantly. “Some professors might not even be as good as him, but…”

“But he might not teach us,” Ron chimed in.

"He said that if I have any questions, I can go to him."