A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

However, I suggest adding another layer of security. We should have two groups take turns monitoring the trapdoor. Whether it's Snape or Voldemort, that door will be an obstacle they have to overcome if they want to take action.

“But that place is strictly forbidden by the school, and students are not allowed to go there,” Hermione reminded her. “Besides, we can’t guard that door 24 hours a day.”

If you act too seriously, you'll alert the enemy.

“There’s no other way,” Harry said with a wry smile. “We have no evidence whatsoever, so we can only resort to this clumsy method.”

Hermione and Ron exchanged a glance and nodded helplessly.

At this point, we have no choice but to try anything, just in case!

After the plan was finalized, the four of them left the classroom in batches.

However, from beginning to end, only two and a half people were working hard and giving their all.

Harry and Ron count as two.

The scar on Harry's forehead was like a death knell, forcing him to be constantly vigilant.

Ron is Harry's best friend, so naturally I have to take care of his feelings and share his joys and sorrows.

Hermione is half a [someone].

She knew Snape wasn't a bad person; he was just going through the motions in monitoring him, not actually doing anything.

Only when paying a little more attention to the trapdoors can one often see a first-year Gryffindor sitting on the stairs reviewing what they have learned, making many students feel ashamed of themselves.

Aaron, however, perfectly distanced himself from the plan, believing that keeping an eye on Dumbledore was more important than anything else.

Hagrid is unreliable; there's no need to waste too much energy on him.

Snape was a respected professor at the House of Lords, so there was no need to monitor him.

As for trapdoors... hehe!

He strongly suspected that Harry was monitoring the door just for peace of mind.

Can they hold out during the day and also at night?

Students are not allowed to leave their dormitories at night, but professors have that right.

The Dark Lord can't steal things from Hogwarts openly; he'll most likely do it at night.

......

A few days later, Aaron entered Professor Snape's office as if it were his own home, as was his custom.

"You're here again," Snape said, looking at Aaron speechlessly. "Once a day, always at nine in the morning, right on time!"

"I have no choice, I need to go to Professor McGonagall's office at 2 p.m.

"It's almost vacation time, is it really necessary for you to be so serious?"

"Learning has no end, Professor."

Every spell has its purpose; the greatest tragedy for a wizard is to regret not having learned it when they need to use it.

“I admit you have a point, but… don’t you think you’ve been coming a little too often?” Snape gritted his teeth, pointing with a pained expression to the counter piled on the wall. “All the rare materials I’ve painstakingly collected, you’ve squandered a tenth of them these past few days.”

Aaron scratched his head awkwardly, then said matter-of-factly, "It's not like I'm not going to give you the money."

Is this a matter of money?

I'm not short of money, much less so that I need to sell materials to make a living.

“I’ll pay double,” Aaron said calmly.

Snape paused, his face twitching slightly, but his tone softened considerably. "I already said this isn't about money."

"I know, this is just a small token of my appreciation, nothing more," Aaron said sincerely. "Professor, you should actually be happy to have a student like me."

My success rate in concocting potions these past few days has been over 70%, and I've given you all the finished products, haven't I?

All things considered, you not only didn't lose money, you actually made a considerable profit.

"How dare you say that?" Snape's face immediately darkened. "Those materials can be used to make higher-level potions in my hands, but they're only good for practice with you."

"You still have 70% left? Do you know how much you've wasted?"

"It's like you're saying you can concoct any potion on the first try," Aaron said weakly, but his voice was full of resentment.

"What did you say?"

"nothing.

"Professor, may I ask you a small question?"

"go ahead?"

"Please tell me, is there anyone who can concoct a potion with a 100% success rate?"

"No way! Which renowned potion master wasn't cultivated through rigorous training with the right ingredients?"

Snape fell silent. He had also been through his student days and knew that there were no shortcuts on this path.

Talent is essential, but aside from talent, the only way to improve is through continuous practice.

"But you went a bit too far, and you started with rare materials right away."

"It's not like I can't afford it."

"Ha! I really admire how you can say such things with such confidence," Snape sneered. "These past few days, you've been coming to my office every day to use my materials and my equipment to concoct potions."

One bottle a day, each one different; you can already handle simple potions with ease. That's remarkable; your talent is almost on par with mine.

But please think carefully, are you really that rich?

The materials you wasted add up to three hundred Galleons. Even Draco wouldn't dare squander the Malfoy family's wealth like that.

I need to remind you that you are using your family's resources, not yours.

“It’s mine,” Aaron said calmly. “Although I am a pureblood, my family is different from those ancient pureblood families.”

As the sole heir, I am entitled to access the family treasury and utilize any of its resources.

Upon hearing this, Snape's lips twitched.

It's heartbreaking. Why didn't he have such good fortune when he was a child?

In comparison, he felt that the world was full of malice towards him.

"Hmph! Using the family's accumulated wealth to pay for your wasteful spending, there's nothing to be proud of."

“Um…” Aaron frowned slightly, then looked a little embarrassed. “Actually, I opened a small shop in Diagon Alley a few years ago. Apart from the fact that I had some family connections when it came to sourcing goods, I did everything else myself.”

So even without relying on my family, I can earn several hundred gallons a month, which is enough to make a living.

With the savings accumulated over the past few years, my personal savings have barely reached five figures.

Snape: ......

"go out."

"Professor, what do you mean by this?" Aaron asked, somewhat puzzled. "Are you looking down on business people?"

"Don't try to pin this on me," Snape said irritably. "I've been teaching at Hogwarts for over ten years, and this is the first time I've encountered a student like you who likes to talk back to teachers. Is that fun?"

"I'm just telling the truth, is that wrong?"

“That’s right, not at all,” Snape joked. “It just gives me the feeling that I might not even be fit to be your teacher.”

Aaron: ......

Chapter 78 Even Felix Felicis Can Be Blown Directly from the Bottle

"Professor, I was just young and ignorant just now." Aaron sincerely handed Snape a cup of tea. "Please calm down."

Snape raised an eyebrow, then took the hot tea, quite pleased with Aaron's actions.

What does it mean to respect teachers and value their teachings? This is it!

"Professor, could you teach me how to make Felix Felicis this time?"

puff!

Snape couldn't help but spit out the tea he was halfway through drinking, but Aaron seemed to have anticipated this scene. After handing over the tea, he took a small step to the right, perfectly avoiding it.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible." Snape said seriously, "You've only just learned to walk and you're already trying to run? No, this can't even be described as running."

You haven't even learned to run yet, and you already want to fly.

You'd better give up on that idea and learn to run first!

“My past life experience tells me that nothing can be accomplished without greed,” Arren said confidently. “Besides, I’m a Slytherin, isn’t it natural for me to have this kind of thinking?”

"But the leap is too big. Do you know how difficult it is to prepare a bottle of Felix Felicis?"

Even I can't guarantee 100% success, and your success rate is less than 10%.

"What if I add your guidance?" Aaron asked, unwilling to give up.

Having tasted the benefits of Felix Felicis, his craving for this potion had increased several notches.

Buy? There's no market for such a treasure; almost no one in the magical world would sell it.

Ask your family for it? We do have a few bottles in our stash, but I can't bring myself to do it.

Then I'll have to try making it myself. It's better to teach someone how to fish than to give them a fish. Once you learn how, it's yours to keep.

Sometimes I really want to dig your heart out and see if it's really that big.

Aaron immediately took a step back. "Don't do anything reckless!"

"Tch! I might have a chance of success if I set it up by myself, but with you involved, I'm afraid the success rate is less than 50%."

You have good talent, but you haven't had enough practice.

"Is it this low?"

“It’s good that it’s low,” Snape said speechlessly. “The ingredients for Felix Felicis are very rare; even I haven’t been able to gather them all.”

"I'll figure out what materials you need."

Snape gave him a deep look, then stated the materials he needed: a unicorn horn, salamander eggs, and the eggshell of a volcanic serpent bird...

Aaron listened and took notes on the material with a pen and paper.