Magic Journey from Hogwarts

He stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, looking straight into Hagrid's eyes, "Hagrid, in my heart you are the most honest and kind wizard.

You are unwilling to tell me that you must have your own difficulties, but the secret room has been opened again.

One student died last time, but no one knows how many people will die this time. The consequences are very serious.

But we can stop all of this before the tragedy happens, and the damage can be minimized no matter how bad it is.

So, for the sake of Hogwarts, I trust you know what to do. "

Hagrid swallowed, and remained silent for a long time before he said, "Actually, I don't know much."

There was a smile on Aaron's face, and he calmly picked up the teacup on the table, "It's okay, talk as much as you want."

"The monster in the Chamber of Secrets must be the spider's natural enemy, it's not possible." Hagrid hesitated, "That's what Aragog told me.

It's an acromander I have, a 50's type. "

puff!

Aaron sprayed Hagrid's face with a sip of tea, leaving a lot of water stains on his bushy beard.

"What did you say?" Aaron stood up in astonishment, looking at Hagrid who bowed his head like a child who did something wrong, he was also speechless.

It didn't matter that he had a three-headed dog before, after all, it was used to guard the trapdoor, and it was still tied up.

It wouldn't hurt to raise a dragon, at least until Norbert was sent away by Dumbledore before he grew up.

But this time it's the giant eight-eyed spider!A ferocious carnivore by nature, its toxicity is extremely strong, and a 50-year-old acromantula may be as big as a small mountain.

"Don't tell me this acromantula is at Hogwarts."

"It's kept in the Forbidden Forest!" Hagrid said weakly, "But don't worry, Aragog listens to me very well, and hasn't harmed humans for so many years.

And Dumbledore knew about it, so I guess...it's not that serious. "

Hearing this, Aaron sat back slowly.

Dumbledore, the headmaster, is still very reliable. Now that he knows it, it means that Aragog's danger is not that great.

"Okay! I can trust you with difficulty.

So what else did Aragog not tell you? "

"No, I asked it many times, but it didn't dare to say the name of that creature." Hagrid said, "Every time I can feel it, it's scared."

"It's more or less a clue." Aaron murmured, not to mention how disappointed he was, "What else do you know?"

Hagrid shook his head, "No more."

"Think carefully and don't miss some details. This may be the key to solving the case."

Hagrid frowned when he heard the words, and sat quietly on the spot recalling what happened 50 years ago, "By the way, the student who was killed at that time belonged to Ravenclaw, and she seemed to be called Myrtle. She died in the bathroom. room."

When Aaron heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

He admired his luck a little. He had found both the victim and the pseudo-heir 50 years ago.

"Is there anything else?"

Hagrid paused slightly, "That's all, really nothing."

"Okay!" Aaron smiled softly, "Although the clues you provided are not very helpful at the moment, thank you, Hagrid.

One more thing, I tried to keep the matter of finding you as secret as possible. "

"Where is Dumbledore?"

"Do you think our headmaster, the wise and wise Albus Dumbledore, would miss what I said?

But he can't say anything until he finds the secret room, otherwise it will easily cause panic. "

Hagrid suddenly realized, "Yes, he must know, he must know."

Leaving Hagrid's hut, Aaron went straight to the library.

There must be a record of that monster here, but it is definitely not easy to find its information from the dense sea of ​​books.

"Mrs. Pince, can you find me a book about Fantastic Beasts?"

"Which one do you want?

Can you be more specific?It would be nice to have a title. Mrs. Pince said, "If there is no title, it will be difficult. There are at least dozens of such books in the library. "

Aaron couldn't help but clicked his tongue when he heard the words, "Whatever! Let me read ten books first."

"Ten books?"

"Twenty books are fine, you know my talent, I have a photographic memory.

If you don't feel tired, thirty books is fine. In short, the more detailed the better, I don't want to miss any kind of Fantastic Beasts. "

"You may wait for me a little longer." Mrs. Pince raised her eyebrows, then pulled out her wand and walked to the bookshelf not far away.

Ten minutes later, Mrs. Pince walked over from a corner, and a pile of books floated behind her, one by one spread out on a row of empty tables.

Aaron looked at a wall of books stacked on the table, and he was dumbfounded.

What's the situation here, the agreed dozens of books?This is adding a zero at the end!

"Everything you want is here, but there are a little more than I thought.

After all, you also know that not every book is dedicated to introducing magical creatures, and some books may only mention a few words in a vague way, and even treat them as myths and legends.

That is you, I would not have given out so much if it were someone else.

By the way, there are also some records in the restricted book area, but I don't have that permission even if I want to lend you the books there. "

"Thank you, Mrs. Pince, for taking your troubles." Aaron smiled forcedly, broke a few books and walked to a desk, his back was very lonely.

Even with a photographic memory, trying to find the answer in hundreds or even more books is purely physical work.

But after looking it up, he found that the matter was much simpler than he thought. He thought it would take a month to find the answer, but the records in the book are very simple. With the catalog, he can find the part that records magical animals at a glance .

In just one afternoon, he demolished the book wall completely.

I thought it was going to be read one by one, but I didn't expect the process to be as simple as looking up a dictionary.

In order to avoid omissions, he roughly flipped through each book, and after many comparisons, he finally confirmed the answer in three books that looked particularly worn out.

Basilisk.

A snake-like magical creature that can live for hundreds of years. It has a variety of food and can eat anything, but spiders are its favorite.

Possessing deadly fangs, his stare can kill anyone who catches his gaze instantly dies.

After reading this, Aaron frowned. His second task was to kill the monster in the secret room, which meant that he would have to confront the basilisk sooner or later.

Needless to say, the danger of the basilisk, the magic that can kill people at a glance is terrifying, but it is somewhat exaggerated.

At least for those truly powerful wizards, the lethality will be reduced, otherwise Salazar Slytherin would not raise it.

If one is not careful, he will send himself away.

Shrewd, wise and self-protecting, the profit-oriented Slytherin is absolutely impossible to leave a time bomb around him.

But even so, the gaze of the basilisk is not something that a mere mage like him can face up to.

"Why don't you try with a mirror." Aaron thought to himself. According to legend, Perseus killed Medusa through the reflection of the bronze mirror.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of Mrs. Norris who had been petrified, and immediately put away this idea of ​​death.

Lady Norris was not dead, but petrified.

This shows that it did not look directly into the eyes of the basilisk. Reminiscent of the water stains at the scene of the crime, it may have seen the eyes of the basilisk indirectly through the reflection, and it was lucky to save its life.

Looking directly at it is death, and looking at it indirectly will also be petrified, this is too difficult to deal with!

Snapped!

Aaron closed the book and let out a long breath looking at the sunset outside the window.

If he wants to kill the basilisk by himself, he still has to make a long-term plan, but if he calls Dumbledore, or add a few professors... also has to make a long-term plan.

After all, he has not found the secret room now, and the situation is that the enemy is dark and we are clear.

Moreover, the heir of Slytherin is still at Hogwarts. He is definitely not an easy-going lamp. Before confirming his identity, everything has to be kept low-key, otherwise it is easy to be regarded as a morning bug.

"Have you found what you want?" Mrs. Pince asked, "I guess you have."

"Yes! Mrs. Pince, I just feel that my brain is a bit overwhelmed." Aaron said, "Please register for me, I haven't finished this book yet.

There is likely to be knowledge I need in it, so borrow it for a while. "

"Yes." Mrs. Pince said with a smile, "I will lend you a month, which is enough for you to memorize the whole book."

"Is this too long?"

Mrs. Pince shook her head, "You love books very much, I believe you will not let it be damaged."

"Of course, I promise."

Chapter 160 Despicable tactics, this is called shrewdness

The first game of the Quidditch season came on Saturday.

Before eleven o'clock, all the teachers and students rushed to the Quidditch pitch one after another and gathered on the platform.

In the Slytherin locker room, Marcus led six players into green robes, ready to go.

"This is the first time we have used a brand new tactic, but I am confident enough that the effect of these two months of training is obvious to all." Marcus looked at the players standing in a row and said seriously: "Look at your hands. The light wheel in the 2001, the latest model, has an absolute speed advantage.

In this game, we have to win no matter what, because we cannot afford the consequences of losing. "

"Next, let the best Seeker in the history of Slytherin speak."

After the words fell, everyone looked at the door, and Aaron lifted the green curtain and walked in with a dark face.

"That's why you asked the prefect to call me here?"

"The morale boost is necessary," Marcus said solemnly. "I'm sure Wood is doing the same thing now."

"The problem is that I still have things to do, very important, very important things."

When Aaron checked the book a few days ago, he found that it recorded the weakness of the basilisk, the crowing of the rooster.

This discovery made him ecstatic, and there was a feeling of a bright future.

But he didn't dare to show it, he just wanted to steal Hagrid's roosters quietly, no, he borrowed one or two for protection.

After all, now that the enemy is in the dark, if it is accidentally exposed, the heir of Slytherin will know that he has discovered the identity of the monster, which is not a good thing.

However, it was difficult for him to find a chance to strike. Hagrid, the forest guard, was not usually conscientious.

After finally waiting for the day of the Quidditch match, most of the students and teachers were not in the castle, and Hagrid also left the hut to watch the match live.

This time is quite rare, everything is equivalent to being undefended.

Catch two roosters and put them in the dormitory without anyone noticing.

As for whether Hagrid would doubt it?There are too many creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and it's normal for one or two to come out occasionally.

But as soon as he was about to act, the prefect Naylor came over in person and invited him here to cheer for the Slytherin team.

The great opportunity was just missed, but he had no place to complain, so naturally his mood was not much better.

"Today's Quidditch match is Slytherin's top priority.

I made Naylor invite you with shame, and you certainly wouldn't refuse the prefect's request. "

Aaron gave a far-fetched smile and gave Marcus a thumbs up, "You are amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment." Marcus said very usefully.

Aaron glanced at the Slytherin players, "I won't say much about encouragement, I believe you have heard a lot.

I like to be honest, as long as everyone wins this game, I will personally contribute a hundred gold Galleons as a reward. "

After the words fell, the Slytherin house team, including Marcus, was a little excited, even Draco, who was not short of money, was the same.

To be honest, they drank a lot of chicken soup for the soul these days, and they have long been immune.

None of them wanted to lose this game, but apart from honors, being able to have more substantial benefits was also a huge motivation.

"You're telling the truth?" asked Derian the Chaser.

"Senior, you know me, and you mean what you say." Aaron said meaningfully, "But I definitely can't take it out now. After I win, I will hand it over to Draco and let him send it to you."