A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

In his current half-dead state, he is simply unable to take any risks.

Fortunately, Aaron and Dumbledore had a somewhat informal negotiation, and Aaron was able to come up with a plausible reason to find out Dumbledore's whereabouts from the two professors at any time; otherwise, things would have been really difficult.

......

The next day, the entire Hogwarts became serious.

The final exam, a test that excites good students and dreads poor students, fell precisely on the heads of all students, leaving no one out.

The written exam is the most time-consuming and the most grueling.

You have to answer all the questions in a stuffy classroom using a spell-enchanted quill.

Aaron was the first to walk out of the exam room. He had a photographic memory, so he didn't need to think at all when answering questions; he could just glance at the answers and know what to write.

Hermione and Draco handed in their papers almost simultaneously, exchanging defiant stares, as if two spells had collided, sparking intense flames in the air.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed. "Gentlemen, I am very pleased with the competitive spirit in your eyes right now."

But please, tone it down a bit, we haven't finished our exams yet!

The two of them snorted coldly at the same time and turned their heads away one after the other.

"You're doomed, Malfoy."

“That’s not necessarily true,” Draco sneered.

He knew he was slightly inferior to Hermione in academics, but he couldn't afford to lose face. Before the results came out, he absolutely couldn't let his opponent overpower him in terms of momentum.

After the written exam came the practical exam. Students entered three classrooms in turn: Spells, Potions, and Transfiguration. They cast spells to make fruits dance, turn mice into boxes, and prepare potions according to strict procedures.

Professor Flitwick will score the spells based on their effectiveness, and this score, combined with the written test score, will give you the total score for the Charms class.

This professor is very lenient with his exams and very enthusiastic towards his students. He will give high marks as long as nothing unexpected happens, and if something unexpected happens, you can pass even if you have to take the exam again.

The Potions class exam wasn't as difficult as many students imagined. As long as you could successfully complete the steps, you would pass. Professor Snape, the Potions Master, would grade you based on the quality of the potion.

However, Gryffindors will definitely receive more 'care', and he will try his best to put more pressure on them within his authority.

For example, Harry and Ron, under his intimidating gaze, completed their exams with extreme tension.

Professor McGonagall is quite strict; she checks the boxes for any defects and deducts points based on the size of the defect.

If the box has mouse whiskers or a tail, then you're on your own, because it means you'll be hovering around the passing mark.

However, if half of the box is a mouse's body and it can still move around, then it will undoubtedly fail.

"How are you feeling?" Aaron asked, holding Abe and looking meaningfully at Draco and the other two as they walked out of the magic history exam room.

"I guess I managed!" Crabbe shook his head. "Most of the questions weren't too difficult, but there were a few I really didn't know how to do. I didn't write a single word, afraid that Professor Binns would say I was tampering with history."

“I feel the same way, I think so too.” Gao Er wholeheartedly agreed.

“I think it’s a bit of a shame,” Draco said with some regret. “There was only one question I couldn’t answer: the reason for the pixie’s rebellion.”

I didn't listen to the professor's lecture because I have a house-elf at home, and its submissive attitude is just the best.

So... I have absolutely no interest in their rebellion; I suspect it's just a minor skirmish!

Aaron's lips twitched, then he gave him a thumbs up. "Your idea is really... wrong, especially as the heir of a pure-blood family."

"Any questions?"

"The problem is you probably can't even beat your own house-elves," Aaron said, speechless.

"No way!" Draco was a little incredulous. "I admit they're good at housework and chores, but that's about it."

That's your misconception.

House-elves will not lay a hand on their owners, no matter how much they have suffered.

However, this doesn't mean they are weak. In fact, some house-pockets are even comparable to Aurors in combat strength, and when they fight with their lives on the line, they are completely fearless.

Draco couldn't help but swallow hard. He couldn't accept that the least powerful elf in the house was actually stronger than him.

"You should be a little nicer to your little elf in the future!"

Although they are servants, they are still relatively strong compared to us novice wizards.

"Of course, how you treat it is your Malfoy family business, and I won't interfere, nor do I have the right to. However..." Aaron paused, raising a little finger, "until you have the ability to defeat it, it's best to give it a little bit of respect."

Draco nodded blankly. "I'll try my best!"

After the final exams, the atmosphere at Hogwarts became noticeably more relaxed.

The tension completely dissipated, and some students even started cheering.

Regardless of how well or poorly they did on the exam, they were free and carefree for at least a week before the results came out.

And after this week comes a long summer vacation, which is something everyone can look forward to.

However, despite the relaxed atmosphere, Aaron had a feeling that a storm was brewing.

Because Harry often went to Hagrid's place and would occasionally come over to ask him if Snape had done anything unusual.

Moreover, the frequency has been increasing, from asking once every two days to asking once a day, and now to asking several times a day.

After more than ten encounters, Aaron inevitably 'guessed' some things, so he simply 'laid the table' with them.

Of course, the cards they laid out were only half true and half false, largely based on the premise that Snape might be a bad guy, deliberately supporting Harry and the others' deduction.

After a brief exchange of information, the two sides naturally concluded that Voldemort was at Hogwarts and that someone (most likely Professor Snape) was working with him to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly. Harry and Ron both expressed regret for not knowing Aaron sooner, while Aaron seriously put on a look of regret for not knowing him sooner.

......

“Harry, I really find you annoying.” Aaron rubbed his forehead as he watched Harry Potter pacing back and forth in the Transfiguration classroom. “You’re the first person, besides my uncle, who has ever made me feel so annoyed.”

It took him several years to give me this feeling, while you only took less than ten days.

In a way, this is already an achievement.

“I know, I know,” Harry said emotionally. “I feel like something’s not right in me, but my forehead feels like it’s on fire.”

This scar has hurt before, but never as often as it does now.

This must be a sign; the man in black is about to make his move, and danger is imminent.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione and Ron sitting to the side. "Has he always been this neurotic?"

"Why waste your time worrying about exam results?"

“It’s been these past few days,” Ron explained. “After the exams, we were all relaxed, but he seemed to be in a state of extreme anxiety, waking up in the middle of the night for several days in a row.”

"Um... I suggest you go find Ms. Pomfrey, she..."

“I’m not sick,” Harry interrupted Aaron anxiously.

“What I mean is that she should have some kind of calming potion. You need to calm down right now.”

"But I...I don't want to go."

Aaron's face darkened, and he immediately cast a sleeping spell on him.

A beam of blue light struck Harry, and he immediately closed his eyes and slumped onto a table.

"Phew! It's much quieter now," Aaron laughed, then saw Hermione and Ron looking completely bewildered.

"This, this, but this..." Ron stammered, unable to speak clearly, "What did you do to him?"

“I just let him rest for a while.”

Don't worry, I've controlled the power; he'll wake up in a bit.

Chapter 77 Talking Back? Clearly, It's the Truth

Half an hour later, Harry groggily opened his eyes.

"You're finally awake," Ron asked worriedly. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

“No, it feels pretty easy,” Harry said with an awkward smile, then looked at Aaron and couldn’t help but complain, “Couldn’t you have told me beforehand? I wasn’t prepared at all.”

"Definitely next time."

"Next time? There's going to be a next time?"

"That can't be guaranteed."

In your extremely agitated state just now, you wouldn't listen to anything I was saying.

This was the only way I could calm you down, and it seems to be working quite well.

Harry subconsciously touched the scar on his forehead and found that it no longer hurt so much, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, but I was really in a hurry."

"That's Voldemort, after all. If he comes back to life, I'll be the first one to suffer." Harry looked at the three of them. "Can you even imagine how I feel?"

Hermione and Ron shook their heads slightly; Voldemort was too abstract for them.

Although it's scary, surely they wouldn't hurt these little wizards for no reason!

Aaron, however, was nodding, appearing somewhat out of place.

He didn't have the scar on his forehead that foreshadowed the danger, but he had come into contact with Voldemort and Professor Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, not just once or twice.

Every time, it felt like I was teetering on the edge of life and death; if my mental fortitude wasn't strong enough, I might not see the sun rise tomorrow.

"Aaron, can you understand me?"

"I understand perfectly."

Don't forget, I fought that man in black robes before; he was terrifying.

However, we are safe at Hogwarts.

Upon hearing this, Harry felt a strange sense of relief.

At this time, he desperately needed someone who could empathize with him.

"I have a feeling that Voldemort could make a move at any moment."

"We're pressed for time, we have to make some changes," Harry said very seriously. "The original plan remains the same. Ron and I will keep an eye on Hagrid to prevent him from revealing the secret."

Aaron, you and Hermione must keep a close watch on Snape and notify us immediately if anything happens.