A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Slytherin common room.

Aaron piled Lockhart's seven books together and used transfiguration to turn them into a cage as high as the ceiling, and then put the two roosters he had worked so hard to get into.

Listening to their high-pitched chirps, Aaron felt particularly pleasant. This was a sound called a sense of security.

The rooster is the natural enemy of the basilisk. With these two treasures, the task of killing the basilisk is equivalent to half completed.

However, before finding the heir of Slytherin, he still had to keep a low profile and not let anyone know that he had two lively roosters here.

Aaron hesitated for a moment and cast soundproofing magic on the cage.

But he still felt a little unsafe, so he cast a disembodiment spell on the two roosters, so that even if someone came to his dormitory, they would not notice anything unusual.

Tick ​​tock! Tick ​​tock!

Aaron thought of something, rolled his eyes speechlessly, turned around and looked at Abe who was hurriedly wiping his saliva, "I've said it several times, they can't be eaten.

Currently at Hogwarts, besides Dumbledore, they are the biggest talismans.

Do you understand? "

Abe nodded hurriedly, but still looked at the cage involuntarily, and a trace of flame accidentally overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"F*ck!" Aaron immediately stood in front of the cage, "If you dare to pretend that you accidentally roasted these two chickens, I will roast you."

Abe shrugged, with a touch of sadness in his eyes, as if to say that the master no longer loves me.

"Be good." Aaron patted its head and reassured: "After I take care of that snake, I will treat you to a sumptuous meal.

But you really can't touch them now. You must restrain your damn appetite, just for the sake of your master and my safety. "

After hearing the last half of the sentence, Abe's eyes became extremely firm. Compared with the owner's safety, two chickens were nothing.

"I know, even if I starve to death and die outside, I won't do anything to them."

Aaron: ...

Darling, this Flag doesn’t stand up well!

"Remember what you said!" Aaron said and hugged Abe, "Now let's go to the field and have a look, maybe we can catch the ending of the game."

When they arrived at the Quidditch pitch, they could clearly feel the roaring momentum of the mountain and the tsunami, which was a bit bigger than when the game started.

Aaron looked closer and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Two figures, one red and one green, were seen flying through the stadium. Harry and Draco sometimes rose, sometimes descended, sometimes flew close to the ground, sometimes braked and turned sharply, and they performed various difficult moves vividly.

If the golden snitch in the front is the reason for their hard work, what the hell is that crazy bludger in the back?

At this time, a huge figure entered Aaron's field of vision. Hagrid held a telescope and looked nervously at Harry Potter flying at high speed. Hermione and Ron stood on his left and right.

Aaron immediately walked through the crowded crowd and walked up to the three of them, "Who can explain to me what happened?"

"Harry was targeted by the out-of-control Bludger. Someone must have tampered with it." Hagrid said angrily.

"I want to stop that Bludger." Ron said depressedly, "But Hermione won't let it, and Harry doesn't seem to let it either."

"That's right, it would be a miracle if your wand didn't blow you away.

Wait, doesn’t Ms. Huo Qi care? "

Hermione shook her head, "The two teams seemed to have reached some kind of agreement and both agreed to continue the game. It's hard for her to refuse in this case."

Aaron frowned as he looked at the Bludger that flew out of the afterimage.

Harry Potter seems to be unusually unlucky. Last year there was a problem with the broom, and this year the Bludger targeted him again.

It seems that every time there is an accident between Gryffindor and Slytherin, I just don't know whose handiwork it will be this time, but it will definitely not be Slytherin.

But what surprised him even more was Draco's decision. You must know that the score on the court is now two hundred to forty, and Slytherin leads Gryffindor by one hundred and sixty points.

It can be said that Draco's mission has been completed. Even if he gives up the Golden Snitch, Slytherin will win. There is no need to work so hard.

But seeing Lucius Malfoy sitting on the referee's bench, he immediately understood why Draco was willing to take such a big risk to fight for the Golden Snitch.

There is no reason, the loser does not lose the battle, it is purely because the son wants to gain some reputation in front of me.

The match between Slytherin and Gryffindor had already been decided. Many people knew this, so the audience gradually focused their attention on the two seekers.

Draco's broom is Nimbus 2001, which is slightly faster than Harry's Nimbus 2000, giving him a slight advantage in terms of equipment.

But unfortunately, this advantage was wiped out by the rampaging Bludger behind.

After a long chase, both of them were exhausted physically and mentally, but neither one refused to admit defeat.

Draco originally wanted to defeat Harry Potter in a dignified manner as a Seeker, and his chance came after Slytherin established the victory.

And Harry just wanted Gryffindor to lose beautifully. There was actually not much difference between two hundred to one hundred and nineteen and three hundred and fifty to forty, and it would not have any impact on the outcome.

Although it is a bit frustrating, a sad defeat sounds countless times better than a disastrous defeat.

The two of them continued to accelerate in the torture, and after getting a little distance from the Bludger, they simultaneously stretched out their left and right hands to catch the Golden Snitch.

boom!

The Bludger flew between the two of them, and Draco was a little lucky and injured his left arm, falling off the broom.

Fortunately, they were flying at a relatively low altitude, otherwise it would be unreasonable for them to fall down and break a few bones.

Harry was seriously injured when the Bludger hit his right arm, knocking off the brown bracer.

After he dropped the broom, he slid on the lawn for more than ten meters before barely stopping, but he also caught his trophy, a golden snitch.

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch and scored one hundred and fifty points for Gryffindor.

But the total score was two hundred to one hundred and ninety, and Slytherin won. "

Jordan's voice fell, and thunderous cheers broke out.

However, some people got off the stands and rushed to the court. After all, there were two Seekers lying below.

Aaron went to Draco and the rest of the Slytherin team flew around him.

"Sorry, we didn't catch the Golden Snitch."

"That's pretty good." Flint said thoughtfully, "To be honest, I'm very angry, after all, our Seeker lost.

But this time it was indeed an accident. No one could fault your performance, you just had a little bad luck. "

Others also nodded in agreement. Draco was already good enough today. If it were for them, they would probably choose to lie flat after the score exceeded 150.

"By the way, where is the Bludger?" Draco cheered up and said, "Gryffindor must have done something to it."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads to one side, and then silently denied the guess.

The Bludger flew above Harry and then hit it hard. If he hadn't turned over in time, his face would have been flattened.

"The flames are raging."

Fierce flames shot from the tip of Aaron's wand, shattering the Bludger.

"You're welcome, I'll take revenge for you." Aaron came over and said.

Draco wanted to stand up, but as soon as he moved, there was a sharp pain in his left arm, and he couldn't help but scream in pain.

"Broken?"

"I think so." Draco smiled bitterly, "I clearly heard the sound of bones cracking when I was beaten down."

"do not move."

Aaron raised his left arm, "How do you think Harry Potter's situation compares to yours?"

"Haha! He must be more..."

Click!

There was a crisp sound, followed by a cry of pain.

"It's okay, I'll take the bones back for you."

Draco tried shaking his arm. There was no pain from the fracture, but the surface of his arm was still burning.

"Do you know how to do this?"

"Muggles' methods are sometimes better than magic." Aaron smiled, then looked at the Slytherins surrounding him, "You two send him to the infirmary."

Crabbe and Goyle reacted, lifted Draco up on the left and right sides, and led him out of the stadium.

Aaron then looked at another group of people, a group of Gryffindors surrounded Harry, and he squeezed in with some effort, "Your arm is broken too?

It looks a little more serious than Draco's, do you need help? "

Harry nodded blankly. He had also seen Aaron push Draco's arm back just now, so naturally he would not refuse.

But then Lockhart took out his wand and said, "Don't worry, I'll heal your arm right away."

"No, don't." Harry resisted very much. Over the past few days, he had learned enough about this Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. The most reliable thing about him was his unreliability.

Giving your arm to him was no different than handing over an operation to a nurse.

"Let Aaron do it! He has experience."

"Don't worry, it's a very simple spell. I've tried it countless times." Lockhart ignored it and rolled up Harry's sleeves. "It won't hurt at all."

Harry wanted to refuse, but Lockhart had already spoken the spell, "Forearm Repair."

A blue light flashed, and Harry's eyes widened slightly. His arm did not feel so painful anymore, but he always felt that something was wrong, as if something was missing.

Lockhart raised his arm confidently. There was a burst of exclamation around him, and many people couldn't bear to turn their faces away.

This right arm can no longer be called an arm, because there is no bone in it, just like a piece of rubber.

"Hiss!" Aaron gasped. He thought Ron's wand was already outrageous enough, but he didn't expect Lockhart to be even better.

"I would like to ask, Professor, has this spell that you have tried countless times been successful?"

"Well... don't make such a fuss, it's like this sometimes." Lockhart explained forcefully, "The point is that Harry won't feel any pain, and not a single bone is broken."

Aaron: ...

"From the bottom of my heart, Azkaban really needs people like you."

"Really? I also think the criminals there are afraid of me."

"No, what I mean is that if you perform comedy, you will definitely make those criminals feel the long-lost joy."