A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

If one day you really have to fight against evil forces, drink a sip of Felix Felicis before the battle begins; it will increase your chances of survival by at least 20%.

As soon as he finished speaking, several arms suddenly rose in the classroom.

“Susan,” Aaron called out.

"That... Felix Felicis seems to be very hard to buy, the kind that's expensive but unavailable."

“That’s normal. Nobody would sell a potion that can improve luck unless they desperately need the money,” Aaron said, then looked at the Gryffindor who was holding the tallest hand, “Angelina.”

"If it can improve luck, then Quidditch matches... uh, you know what I mean?"

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. He remembered that Angelina was now the captain of the Gryffindor team, but this attitude was something he hadn't expected.

“Of course,” Aaron said, somewhat reluctantly. “The good fortune brought by Felix Felicis is essentially an enhancement of various abilities, including social skills, magic, reaction time, and thinking.”

In addition, Fragrance can reduce mood regulation, allowing users to enter an excellent state where they are not affected by emotions.

With these buffs applied, your win rate will definitely increase significantly.

"That's great!" Angelina exclaimed excitedly.

"You've got some serious ideas!" Draco scoffed. "Drugs are forbidden in real matches, although Hogwarts isn't that strict."

“Who said we were going to cheat?” Angelina couldn’t hold back any longer. “I just thought that with Felix Felicis, our training would be much more efficient, and we wouldn’t have to worry too much about getting injured.”

"Really?" Draco looked at her skeptically.

"It's true."

"Perhaps!" Draco smirked and said dismissively, "It's not that I look down on you, but even if you wanted to cheat with Felix Felicis, you don't have the ability to do so."

“You…” Angelina glared at him angrily, then looked at Aaron, “Is there anywhere I can get Felix Felicis?”

“It’s very difficult,” Aaron said bluntly. “The setup will take at least six months, and the materials required are extremely rare.”

Generally, only Potions Masters can concoct these potions, and at Hogwarts, only one professor might have them in stock.

"Professor Snape?"

Angelina's face immediately fell. She didn't know if Snape had Felix Felicis, but even if he did, it was impossible for him to give it to Gryffindor.

"Actually, there's no need to be so pessimistic. If you can gather all the materials, I can reluctantly make one for you," Aaron said casually.

"Really?" Luna asked in surprise and doubt, "You can configure it?"

"Hold on."

Aaron patted Abe on the head to wake it from its sleep, then pulled a small bottle of clear solution from its pocket.

It was only about 100 milliliters, but everyone's eyes were drawn to the small glass bottle, and occasionally the sound of swallowing could be heard.

"I need the materials simply to improve my experience in preparing potions."

If you don't trust my skills, you can come to me to exchange for the finished product once you've collected enough materials. After all, this thing is dispensable to me.

Everyone:......

"This is all the common sense knowledge. If you have any questions, you'd better ask them now, because I won't be answering your questions after today."

The room fell silent instantly; no one dared to ask a question.

“Alright, let’s begin the lesson now.” Aaron took a deep breath. “First, the first spell, the Disarming Charm. Raise your hand if you know it.”

All thirty people raised their right hands, except that the younger wizards raised their hands lower, clearly lacking confidence.

"Hmm...not bad." Aaron nodded slightly. "But just knowing how isn't enough; you need to master it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the twenty-nine stone statues were evenly distributed throughout the room. However, they did not hold any weapons; instead, they held only tree branches that resembled magic wands.

"Harry, you can arrange their training, right?"

“Uh…” Harry paused for a moment before realizing what he meant, “Of course, no problem.”

"Then you shall arrange for them to train with the disarming spell."

Everyone, I'll give you half an hour to familiarize yourselves with this spell. After half an hour, the boys will practice with Draco or Harry, and the girls will practice with Sirin. You'll have three chances. As long as you can disarm your opponent once, you'll pass and can move on to learning the next spell.

If you can't do that, then continue practicing the disarming spell, and after another half hour, find those qualified students to spar with. You still have three chances.

"Wait a minute." Neville raised his hand timidly and asked hesitantly, "If I keep failing, do I have to keep practicing the Disarming Charm?"

Aaron's lips twitched. You're supposed to be a fifth-level wizard, why are you so insecure?

"Of course not, I wouldn't agree if you wanted to hang yourself on one tree!" Aaron said, pointing to the dozen or so spells on the first blackboard. "I said before that I don't expect you to know them all, and you won't have the chance to use them all in battle."

If you can't learn the disarming spell in one lesson, then try two. If you still feel you're not cut out for this spell in the third lesson, then learn a different spell.

Once or twice is acceptable, but three or four times is not worth it.

"Is that so? Then I'm all set."

Aaron looked at the group of students who had stood up and said earnestly, "In any classroom, there will be good students and bad students. I will not let good students wait for bad students to catch up with the learning progress, that would be unfair to them."

So... I hope some of you will prepare in advance, forgo learning certain spells, and find spells you are good at practicing; that might be more effective.

Chapter 466 Uneven Skill Levels, Disarming Charms and Barrier Charms

"Expelliarmus."

"Expelliarmus."

Shouts of "Disarming spell" rang out continuously. Aaron, sitting on the podium, sighed with some disappointment as he watched the people's performance.

When they raised their hands just now, everyone did so in unison; not a single one was left out.

However, in actual training, only two-thirds of the people can cast the disarming spell, while the other third can only chant the incantation. They can't even make the statues shake, let alone disarm them.

"Being a teacher is really not easy!"

"If it weren't for Harry Potter being such a useful tool, I would have been dragged down to death by these people," Aaron thought to himself, then considered what he needed.

Soon a desk appeared in front of him, with an alarm clock that lasted an hour and a half, a stack of parchment, and a quill pen on it.

Aaron continued practicing the light and dark magic arrays. His tireless efforts over the past month had allowed him to master the low- and mid-level magic arrays of these two elemental magics, and he was now striving to master the high-level magic arrays.

This would have been an extraordinary achievement in the past, but now, with the experience of the first five elemental magics and the support of the Archmage's magic power, achieving this is only barely satisfactory.

As time ticked by, the drafts of the magic circles Aaron had drawn piled up to an inch thick, and the half-hour alarm clock rang.

"Is it time?" Aaron paused for a moment, then stretched, and in an instant, the draft and the desk disappeared together.

Putting aside the discomfort of having one's thoughts read and the upper limit of being able to grant every request, this room is indeed quite convenient.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Aaron clapped his hands and then used a megaphone spell to announce to everyone that the half-hour practice time was over and it was time for the test.

Harry, Draco, and Sirin stood at the front of the stage, formally accepting the challenges from the others.

For a time, various spells flew around, sparks flying as they hit the walls and ceiling. Less than half of the people managed to knock down the opponent's weapon within three rounds.

Aaron was taking notes on everyone's performance in his notebook, but gradually his expression became incredibly interesting, even a little distorted.

At this moment, he felt that his initial strategy of selecting only two people for elite education was absolutely correct, and that agreeing to teach this group of people was definitely the biggest mistake he had made in his fifteen years of playing games with life.

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed heavily. "To be honest, I'm disappointed. No, saying disappointed is an exaggeration."

I was actually mentally prepared, but your performance still shocked me...

It's understandable that the success rate is low for younger wizards, as the Disarming Charm is indeed quite difficult for them, but even some wizards above the fifth grade failed to pass it.

I must say, the sixth and even seventh graders really opened my eyes.

As soon as the words were spoken, many people lowered their heads in shame.

Harry said somewhat awkwardly, "They're probably just not very familiar with each other..."

"Give me a break! I wouldn't even bother talking to you if you didn't say anything." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Ron was targeting you during the test just now. You dare say you didn't hold back and were deliberately hit by him?"

"Ah this..."

Harry stammered and was speechless for a moment.

Ron was so embarrassed he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of his feet. His disarming spell was pretty good, ranking at least in the middle among the thirty, but that depended on who he was compared to!

Compared to the top three wizards, even with three chances to challenge him, his chances of winning as a wizard ranked outside the top teens are not much higher. Harry was only letting him off easy because he didn't want to embarrass the prefect.

“Harry, you need to figure something out.”

During training, you can take care of your best friends, but in real combat, Voldemort and his Death Eaters will show no mercy.

"I understand." Harry nodded seriously, a hint of reluctance creeping into his gaze as he looked at Ron.

We can't hold back in the training from now on. If we put in the extra effort now, we'll be less likely to get injured later.

“Why don’t you let me train the Weasleys?” Draco said with a meaningful smile. “I guarantee it will be fair, just, and absolutely strict.”

"You wish!" Ron said through gritted teeth. Given the feud between the Malfoys and the Weasleys, they would definitely suffer no good outcome if they fell into his hands.

"Don't make things worse," Aaron said wearily, then looked at the others. "Twelve people succeeded just now, including several prefects, George, Fred, Ginny, Luna, Michael, Neville, and others."

However, from what I've seen, even these successful individuals aren't very skilled at using spells. The only ones who were able to dispel the opponent's weapon in one go were Hermione, Luna, and Neville. I won't go into how much luck played a role; you all know the answer.

My advice is to continue practicing the Disarming Charm until you're completely proficient. And I mean it; if you want to learn the next charm, you can come find me.

After he finished speaking, the twelve successful people fell into a brief silence.

A few seconds later, only George and Fred came out.

"I knew it would be the two of you." Aaron smiled and shook his head.

“We’ve basically mastered most of the spells on the blackboard,” George said.

“We’re not very familiar with each other,” Fred said. “Besides, we’ll be our own bosses after graduation, so we’ll have plenty of time to train.”

“I understand.” Aaron nodded. “The next spell is the Obstacle Spell.”

“We want to learn something else,” George said. “How about the Patronus Charm?”

Aaron raised an eyebrow, raised his wand and tapped it in mid-air, "Palmtops of the Gods."

A silver-white raven flew out from in front of the wand, spread its wings, circled the ceiling twice, and landed steadily on Aaron's shoulder.

“This is it,” George said excitedly, and many people’s eyes also lit up with a strange light.

"The spell to deal with Dementors," Aaron gently stroked the raven on his shoulder, "but I can't teach you now."