A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"I knew it." The thought entity smiled knowingly. "As expected, you didn't choose sleep magic, even though you had saved up six hundred magic points."

"I struggled with this decision for more than ten days before making it," Aaron said sheepishly. "Mist Illusion Naraku is indeed good, but it can't deal with people stronger than me."

But a book of prophecy is different; even if it only offers one valuable prophecy, we won't lose out.

The entity of longing nodded noncommittally. "Shall we open it and take a look?"

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Aaron opened the book of prophecy with intense curiosity, then immediately stared in disbelief. “This, this, this… this is too much.”

"What's wrong?" The thought rushed forward, then showed the same expression. "This is... a wordless book? The real thing?"

Aaron, refusing to believe it, flipped through the entire book, but there wasn't a single word on it. He was so angry that he almost cursed out loud.

"Could it be like Riddle's diary?" the thought entity said skeptically. "Let's try adding a little ink."

“That makes sense.” Aaron snapped his fingers, and a shadowy ninja respectfully handed him a bottle of black ink.

Aaron used a levitation spell to extract a few drops of ink from the ink bottle and carefully dripped them into the blank area.

Sure enough, the black ink was quickly absorbed, and the entire page remained unchanged.

Aaron and the thought body breathed a heavy sigh of relief. They knew that drinking ink was a good thing, at least it proved that this was not just a simple blank book.

"Um..."

The prophecy book suddenly began to whisper softly, as if it had just woken up.

The two exchanged a glance, seemingly realizing something, then closed the book and looked at the face on the cover.

The mouth on the person's face twitched slightly, and the eyes gained a touch of humanity.

"A book of prophecy? Is this the kind of book of prophecy?" Aaron said with a strange expression.

"It feels like the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts, but they can move freely within the paintings and even visit other portraits. Compared to that, this book seems a little lacking."

“I am far stronger than them,” came the ancient voice from the prophecy. “You two masters need not doubt this.”

“Interesting.” Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Why don’t you make a prophecy and show us your abilities?”

"Ah this..."

"has a problem?"

"The prophecy itself is not a problem, but prophecy is random and may not be useful to the master."

“I know that,” Aaron waved his hand impatiently. “I just want to know about your abilities.”

"understood."

After a few seconds of silence, its expression became extremely solemn, and then, under the gaze of Aaron and the thought entity, it slowly spoke, "Tomorrow, the thunderstorms will clear up."

Aaron blinked blankly. "That's it?"

"Is this considered a weather forecast?" the thought-provoking entity said speechlessly. "But it's something that will happen in the future, to some extent."

"another one."

“It’s impossible,” the prophecy book said calmly. “Under normal circumstances, there will only be one prophecy per day.”

Aaron: ......

How can you speak so confidently?

"Uh... haha." The Memory Body chuckled awkwardly. "How come you have so many blank pages?"

"The prophecy is made randomly. If the owner happens to be away when the prophecy is made, you can write down the date to view the prophecy for that day."

"Pretty particular." Aaron rolled his eyes, then looked at the thought-provoking entity. "What do you think? This book would be more suitable for the Divine Sound Palace."

“I understand what you mean, but I won’t be attending the Muggle Studies and Runebook electives either. What if I miss an important prophecy…”

"It's better than keeping it in the dorm!"

Furthermore, prophecies only speak of future events. If you pay a little attention each day, even if there are important prophecies, we will have enough time to prepare.

The object of longing remained silent, then picked up its white wand and pointed it directly in front of the main hall.

A rectangular recess appeared above the throne, and the Book of Prophecy flew into it automatically, then fell silent.

"Alas! The dwarves' throne rests on an Arkenstone, while mine is merely a book," the Thought Entity said somewhat resentfully.

“Be content!” Aaron said. “The Arkenstone has already been melted into the sword blank, in other words, there’s nothing on the dwarf’s throne.”

The thought pursed its lips and silently sat down to the side, flipping through the magic book that Genes had sent.

Aaron refreshed the empty inventory and spent thirty magic points to buy holy water, intending to make a few bullets that could damage demons himself.

......

November arrived quickly, and the temperature inside the castle plummeted.

To ward off the biting wind, many students wore scarves and fire-resistant leather gloves.

Because Hogwarts held the Triwizard Tournament last year, the Quidditch match was not held, which made the first match of this season exceptionally exciting.

Ron Weasley was replaced as the Gryffindor goalkeeper, and Slytherin also changed two batters, with Crabbe and Goyle replacing Derek and Bool, who had graduated.

The match began, and the two teams entered the stadium, where thunderous applause erupted from the stands.

The Quaffle was fiercely contested by both teams, with the game going back and forth.

But Ron, guarding the Gryffindor goal, was clearly out of sorts. He was pale, and despite the howling wind, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

They couldn't defend against several balls in a row, and Slytherin scored dozens of points like puppets.

"Tsk, this state... how did he pass the selection?" Aaron hesitated, seriously suspecting that Harry had let him go to sea to take care of his best friend; he wasn't incapable of doing such a thing.

"It's a little short." Hermione, sitting next to him, pursed her lips. "Ron usually trains very hard. Maybe he was just too nervous about his first time in the arena, facing such a huge crowd!"

"Is this a time to be nervous?" Aaron said speechlessly, then changed the subject, "But it doesn't matter, what can I do? I'm a Slytherin!"

Hermione gave an awkward laugh, then seemed to remember something, "There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Speak directly if you have anything to say."

"I see, DA..."

"Wait." Aaron quickly stopped her, glancing subtly at Umbridge sitting in the teachers' section.

"It should be fine this far, right?"

"Past experience tells me that caution is the best policy."

"Besides, she's a complete scoundrel. It's not that I don't trust her character, it's that she has absolutely no character." Aaron said seriously, then silently chanted a spell to create a soundproof barrier.

"Alright, go ahead and speak!"

"Everyone's schedule is not fixed and changes frequently."

"So I came up with a simple way to notify the members of the assembly time." Hermione said, taking out a Galleon and placing it in Aaron's hand. "See if there's anything different."

“It’s fake,” Aaron said without hesitation.

Hermione paused, "How did you figure that out? I spent ages figuring it out."

Aaron pointed proudly to his eyes and said meaningfully, "My eyes are different from yours."

The Asian Eye could see through illusions, and the traces of the transformation spell on this gold coin were too clear to him.

Even without the Sub-Eye, given his mastery of Transfiguration, distinguishing between the real and the fake would be incredibly easy for him.

"However, most people wouldn't realize that you are an absolute genius at our age."

"That depends on who you're comparing yourself to!" Hermione pouted.

"That's what they call 'there's always someone better.' You have to accept that there are always people more capable than you!" Aaron said with a chuckle, then looked at the Galleon in his hand. "So what plan did you come up with?"

“The numbers on the edge.” Hermione proudly raised her head. “The numbers on a true Galleon are a serial number, representing the goblin who minted the coin, but the numbers on the gold coins I make can change.”

"We'll each take a gold coin. When we need to change the time, you'll change the number on your coin, and the other coins will heat up and change accordingly, so everyone will notice."

"You've really gone to great lengths." Aaron gave her an appreciative look, then placed the gold coin in her hand. "You can decide the time!"

"But...you are the teacher."

“I’ve said before that I’m only responsible for teaching; I’m not responsible for anything else,” Alyn said confidently. “Hermione, you certainly won’t let me down, right?”

Hermione paused for a moment, her face flushed slightly, and she nodded awkwardly.

"Here, take this." She took out another Galleon. "So that when I notify the others, you, as the teacher, won't be left out."

A sharp whistle suddenly rang out, followed by Jordan's voice: "Harry Potter has stolen the Golden Snitch, Gryffindor wins."

Aaron looked towards the pitch, where Draco stood frozen in place, his face pale with anger.

He wanted to curse, but remembering that they were students under the same roof, he managed to suppress the urge.

"Consider it a life you saved Weasley, but you might not get the chance next time. After all, it's the first time I've ever seen such a terrible goalkeeper."

“Don’t worry about it, Ron will be the best goalkeeper in Gryffindor,” Harry said seriously.

"We'll see. Let's go," Draco said coldly, then led Crabbe, Goyle, and the Slytherin team away from the field.

"Good job." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. "You didn't disappoint me."

“Harry is indeed Gryffindor’s best Seeker,” Hermione agreed.

"Uh...don't get me wrong, I wasn't talking about him."

I'm talking about Draco; he's finally managed to control his temper.

"what?"

"Given his past temperament, he would definitely provoke others relentlessly after losing a match; he would never lose face."

But this time, he just said a few words and left, which shows significant improvement!

Hermione realized what was happening and found it somewhat unbelievable. "Perhaps it's just a coincidence. I don't think Malfoy would change his mind so easily."

“It’s unlikely, but not necessarily,” Aaron said meaningfully. “After all, Draco and Lucius are different, but that’s none of your business, so you don’t need to worry about it.”

Hermione: ......

Gryffindor won the first game, and many people celebrated in the common room.

Ron, however, looked pained and even considered leaving the team, since he himself thought his performance today was idiotic.

Seeing his best friend's dejected appearance, Harry knew why and spent several hours patiently persuading him to give up the idea of ​​leaving the team.