Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Yes, Professor, I can swear it has nothing to do with me." Harry said immediately, "I was like this when I came here."

"I can't control this matter." Professor McGonagall shook his head, "You two, come with me."

Professor McGonagall brought the two of them to the door of the principal's office, read a command, and the automatically rotating stairs slowly ascended, sending them up.

Looking at the shiny oak door, Harry couldn't help swallowing, feeling very worried about his future fate.

Aaron shrugged. It wasn't the first time he came, so he wasn't that nervous.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door a few times, and the door opened slowly.

"You go in and wait, Professor Dumbledore will be delighted to see you."

"Let's go!" Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder, comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, trust me, nothing will happen.

The great Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't fire us just because we happened to be there. "

Harry nodded blankly, and followed Aaron into the principal's office.

Aaron was not so restrained, and found a chair to sit on, while Abe involuntarily looked at Phoenix Fox, and forcibly resisted the idea of ​​making it into roast chicken.

"It's you." The Sorting Hat, which was snoring, suddenly opened its eyes, and then saw Aaron waving at it, and suddenly became out of breath.

"Hi! I haven't seen you for more than three months, I miss you so much!"

"I don't want to see you." The Sorting Hat squeezed out an angry expression, "You are the little wizard who has embarrassed me the most in hundreds of years."

"Be generous!" Aaron took out his wand with a smile, approached slowly, and lifted it up.

"You, what do you want to do, let me down." The Sorting Hat shouted in a panic. The expression on Aaron's face gave him a feeling of suffocation. The last time he felt this way was more than a year ago.

"Scream, scream, Dumbledore will not come to save you."

"Help, help!

Potter, come on, give me a hand, please. "

"This..." Harry hesitated for a moment, and looked at Aaron with some unbearable, "Let's put it down, this is the principal's office after all."

"Wait for a while." Aaron smiled meaningfully, and waved his wand lightly, "Clean it up."

"Do not..."

Accompanied by howls of grief and indignation, the dust that the Sorting Hat had collected for a year disappeared.

"It's much more comfortable now.

Originally, if you were honest, I wouldn't do anything to you, but who made you insist on taking the lead! "

The Sorting Hat glared at Aaron angrily, hating the four founders for not creating two hands for it, otherwise it would have slapped him.

Although it may not be able to fight, at least it can resist symbolically.

At this moment, a strange sound came from the desk, Fox yelled in pain, and a crimson flame ignited on his body.

The flames were blazing, Fox was wrapped in a fireball, and the screams became clearer, but smaller and smaller.

"Water, where is the water?"

Harry said in a panic, his eyes constantly scanning everything around him, trying to find anything that could put out the fire.

But before they were found, the fireball turned into a mass of unburned ashes and landed on the desk.

"This is sad, this is Dumbledore's bird!" Harry scratched his hair, his face extremely bitter.

He was suspected of being the murderer of the serial murder case and was on the verge of being expelled. Now that he has arrived at the principal's office, Dumbledore's pet has been cremated inexplicably, and besides the bird, there is only himself and...

"Aaron, tell me honestly, did you do this?"

"Hey, hey, there is a price to be paid for wronging people.

This bird will have such a day sooner or later, we just happened to see it. "

Harry was breathing heavily, the anger in his eyes almost uncontrollable.

Coincidence, coincidence, another coincidence.

Unfortunately, what he doesn't believe in now is coincidence. Someone is definitely trying to frame him, and it is self-evident who this person is.

"Mr. Gaius is right." Dumbledore walked down the stairs suddenly, and said with a smile, "It's about time. I always wanted Fox to hurry up."

"Professor, your bird." Harry said anxiously, "I didn't save it."

"Fox isn't a bird, it's a phoenix.

When the phoenix is ​​about to die, it will spontaneously ignite, and then be reborn from the ashes, and it is difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to see it. "

Dumbledore walked up to the ashes, and a young red bird about the size of a pigeon emerged from the ashes, making the same cry as before, but the voice was full of ease and joy.

"The phoenix is ​​a magical creature, with excellent load-bearing capacity, and tears can heal wounds." Dumbledore looked at the phoenix reborn from the ashes with satisfaction, "It is usually very beautiful, with golden and red feathers, and it is also special. loyalty."

Abbe suddenly jumped onto the desk, and stood in front of the young Fox with his head held high. The bright and beautiful white holy dragon and the ugly phoenix in the ashes immediately formed a sharp contrast.

Aaron brought it up embarrassingly, "The scene of your birth is much more sacred than rebirth from the ashes. There is no need to compare it with it. You are unique."

Hearing this, Abe smiled and rubbed hard in Aaron's arms.

Harry quickly recovered from the rebirth of the Phoenix. He looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes and wanted to explain what happened today, but he didn't know how to speak when the words came to his mouth.

"Principal, I think you should know about Nick and Justin."

"Of course I know, Filch is all about seeking justice for Mrs. Norris, and he has no intention of hiding it.

Certain news travel very fast at Hogwarts. "Dumbledore said meaningfully, "But if you ask everyone to vote for the heir, only one vote out of ten will be yours. "

"Because I'm not a Parseltongue." Aaron said speechlessly, "It's not good news, but it can make me feel more relaxed.

However, I am quite envious of being born with a foreign language. Unlike me, I have to learn it the day after tomorrow. "

At this moment, the door of the office opened suddenly, and Hagrid rushed in, holding a dead rooster in his hand.

"Professor Dumbledore, not Harry." Hagrid said eagerly, waving the dead rooster with his arms, and the feathers fell all over the place.

"I can swear it in front of the Ministry of Magic.

Anyway, sir, you've got the wrong man. "

"Ahem!" Aaron reminded, "Hagrid, did you forget something?"

"Yes, it can't be Aaron, I believe him."

"Hagrid." Dumbledore drew out his voice, "I never said I didn't trust them."

"Okay, oh..." Hagrid had a look of embarrassment on his face, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

"Wait, Hagrid." Aaron stopped him, looking at the dead rooster, "What is this?"

"This is the fourth one that died during this period." Hagrid sighed regretfully, "There weren't many chickens in the chicken coop, so it must have been done by a fox or a vampire.

I'm going to cast a spell on the chicken coop as soon as I get back, but that requires Headmaster Dumbledore's permission. "

"Do as you wish, Hagrid." Dumbledore laughed.

Watching Hagrid leave the office, Aaron felt a little heavy.

Besides the two roosters he stole, no, protected, two more were killed.

This means that the heir of Slytherin has already begun to eliminate the threat. Maybe he will order the basilisk to attack again soon, so we have to guard against it!

"You think it's not me, Professor?" Harry asked expectantly.

Dumbledore nodded, "I don't think it's you."

"Thank you."

Harry was a little flattered. When everyone around him doubted him, Principal Dumbledore actually chose to believe him. Is there any greater encouragement than this?

"However, I still have to ask you." Dumbledore said solemnly, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Harry thought of all his doubts about Aaron, and his heart hung in an instant.

He has a lot of speculations, but without any evidence, he can't tell Dumbledore about the compound soup, right?

What's more, Aaron is standing here, and it's not so upright to startle the snake.

"No, sir, nothing."

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Aaron, "Mr. Gaius, what about you? Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Uh... this..." Aaron hesitated for a while before a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "The principal is really sharp-eyed!

I do have something to hide from you. "

Harry looked at Aaron in astonishment, even if you are the heir of Slytherin, you are too arrogant!

The person sitting in front of you is the most powerful white mage of this century. Unless Salazar is resurrected, no one can protect you.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly, "Is it important?"

"Very important, Principal Dumbledore." Aaron emphasized the pronunciation of the word principal, "I would like to give you some respect, but this respect does not come from your identity, but from your strength.

But I'm still sorry, I can't tell you what I did for the time being, because if found out, Slytherin may lose ten points.

But you can rest assured that what I have done is absolutely beneficial and harmless to Hogwarts. "

Chapter 170 Disgusting People's Compound Potion

Christmas.

The weather was getting colder, and thick snow covered the entire Hogwarts Castle.

Because the spate of attacks has made many students panic, the number of names on the detention list is much lower than last year.

Most of the people chose to go home for Christmas, except for the students who were confident enough in their blood that they felt that the heir of Slytherin had no reason to hurt them.

Aaron woke up in the morning and went to pick up his package, Christmas presents from family and friends.

He took all the packages back to his dormitory, and couldn't wait to open the presents from his parents.

Two postcards, one is the colorful aurora, the other is the magnificent sea, plus a sentence: I hope you can visit these beautiful places one day.

"Beautiful! I really shouldn't expect anything from them, but at least it shows that they haven't forgotten that they have a son like me." Aaron smiled helplessly, and then opened the large package sent by Jins.

There were several gift boxes of different sizes in the package, which he asked Jins to specially prepare as gifts for friends.

But a long sword exuding silver light caught Aaron's sight tightly, making him subconsciously ignore the existence of those gift boxes.

This sword ranks among the top three in the family's arsenal, and it was the most satisfying work of Alge Gaius during his lifetime. It took two full months to complete.

Made of mithril, the body of the sword is enchanted with sharpness-enhancing runes, and three black magic crystals are inlaid on the hilt.

Aaron didn't forget that one of his tasks was to kill the basilisk, but powerful magical creatures were not so easy to kill, and they could even be immune to spells with limited power to a certain extent.

He is now a junior mage, not that weak, but it is a bit taken for granted to rely on magic alone to deal with a basilisk that has lived for thousands of years.

Unless all the accumulated magic points are used to improve strength at one time, it may be a bit sure to reach the level close to the magister, but it is still difficult to kill it.

Although Aaron intends to take a group of professors to reduce the dimension after finding the secret room, but just in case, he must have some means of self-protection.

Aaron picked up the long sword with some excitement. The erosion of time has hardly left any traces on it, and it is still sharp and cold.

Zheng!

With a wave of his hand, the crisp sound of the sword sounded, and a sword mark was drawn on the ground.

"As expected of the legendary sword that once killed a giant dragon." Aaron couldn't help admiring. Just ordinary sword energy can cut through rocks. If it is injected with magic power, its power can be increased many times.

"I don't like it." Abe snorted unhappily, and took out a dragon-slaying weapon in front of a dragon. Is there any greater malice than this?

"Why are you panicking?" Aaron said with a smile: "This sword has only killed ordinary dragons, but you are a holy dragon. Don't you know how thick your skin is?"

Abei pressed his four paws to the ground, and said aggrievedly, "That's the future, I'm still a baby, and I have to evolve a few more times to be invulnerable."

Aaron rolled his eyes and said earnestly: "You are almost two years old, not a baby anymore.

Also, I won't use this sword to hurt you, otherwise if Viko and the others find out, they might not know how to deal with me! "

Abe nodded, and immediately flew over Aaron's head, "I'm hungry."

"Understood, I will take you to the auditorium after I put this thing away.

By the way, bring Christmas presents to a few people. "

Moaning Myrtle's washroom.

Thick black smoke rose from the cauldron, and Harry and Ron watched nervously as Hermione dispensed the Polyjuice Potion.