A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

After a while, Filch came over with the vice-principal Professor McGonagall.

She looked at Nick floating in the air and Justin Finch-Fletchley lying on the ground at a loss, and it took a long time to react.

"Professor, I know you may not believe it, but it really wasn't me." Aaron said helplessly, "Of course, it couldn't have been Harry Potter."

"Yes, Professor, I can swear that this has nothing to do with me." Harry said immediately, "This is how I was when I came here."

"I have no control over this matter." Professor McGonagall shook her head, "You two, come with me."

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

Looking at the shiny oak door, Harry couldn't help but swallow, feeling worried about his next fate.

Aaron shrugged. It wasn't his first time, so he wasn't so nervous.

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

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

"Let's go!" Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder, smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, trust me, nothing will happen.

The great Headmaster Dumbledore was not going to 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 directly found a chair to sit on. Abe couldn't help but look at Phoenix Fox and resisted the idea of ​​turning it into roast chicken.

"It's you." The Sorting Hat, who was snoring, suddenly opened his eyes, and then saw Aaron waving to it, and was immediately furious.

"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 showed an angry expression, "You are the most embarrassing little wizard to me in hundreds of years."

"Be more generous!" Aaron smiled and took out the wand, slowly approached and lifted it up.

"You, what do you want to do? Put me down." The Sorting Hat shouted in a panic. The expression on Aaron's face made him feel suffocated. The last time he felt this way was more than a year ago.

"You scream, even if you break your throat, Dumbledore won't come to save you."

“Help, help!

Potter, come on, help me, please. "

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

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

"No..."

Along with the wails of grief and indignation, all the dust accumulated on the Sorting Hat for a year disappeared.

“It’s much more comfortable now.

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

The Sorting Hat glared at Aaron angrily, feeling resentful that the four founders had not created two hands for it, otherwise it would have slapped him.

Although you may not be able to defeat him, you can at least put up a symbolic resistance.

At this time, a strange sound suddenly came from the desk. Fox screamed in pain, and his body ignited with red flames.

The flames burned brightly, and Fox was wrapped in a fireball. The screams became clearer but became smaller and smaller.

"Water, where is the water?"

Harry said in panic, his eyes constantly scanning everything around him, looking for anything that could put out the fire.

But before it was found, the fireball turned into a ball of unburned ashes and landed on the desk.

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

He was originally suspected of being the murderer of the serial murders and was on the verge of being expelled. Now in the principal's office, Dumbledore's pet was inexplicably cremated, and apart from the bird, he was the only one left...

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

“Hey, hey, you have to pay a price for wronging someone.

Sooner or later this bird will be like this, we just happened to see it. "

Harry's breathing was rapid, and the anger in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.

Coincidence, coincidence, coincidence again.

Unfortunately, what he doesn't believe the most now is coincidence. Someone is definitely trying to frame him, and it is obvious who this person is.

"Mr. Gaius is right." Dumbledore suddenly came down the stairs and smiled: "It's almost time. I've always wanted Fawkes to hurry up."

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

"Fox is not a bird, he is a phoenix.

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

Dumbledore walked to the ashes, and a red baby bird about the same size as a dove emerged from the ashes, making the same cry as before, but the sound was full of relaxation and joy.

"The phoenix is ​​a magical creature. It has excellent weight-bearing capabilities and its tears can heal wounds." Dumbledore looked at the reborn phoenix with great joy. "It is usually very beautiful, with gold and red feathers, and it is also special. loyalty."

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

Aaron raised it sheepishly, "The scene when you were born is much more sacred than being reborn from the ashes. There is no need to compare it with it. You are unique."

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

Harry quickly recovered from the Phoenix Rebirth incident. He looked into Dumbledore's blue eyes and wanted to explain what happened today, but he didn't know how to speak.

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

"Of course I know. Filch only wants to seek justice for Mrs. Norris and has no intention of hiding anything.

Some news travels very quickly at Hogwarts. Dumbledore said meaningfully, "But if you let everyone vote for the successor, only one vote among ten people will be yours." "

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

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

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

"Professor Dumbledore, not Harry." Hagrid said urgently, waving the dead rooster with his arms so that the feathers fell all over the floor.

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

In short, sir, you have the wrong man. "

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

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

"Hagrid," Dumbledore said in a long voice, "I never said I didn't believe them."

"Okay, oh..." A hint of embarrassment appeared on Hagrid's face, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

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

"This is the fourth chicken that has died during this period." Hagrid sighed regretfully, "There weren't many chickens in the chicken coop, so it's probably either a fox or a vampire monster that did it.

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

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

Seeing Hagrid exit the office, Aaron felt a little heavy.

In addition to the two roosters he stole, not protected, two more were killed.

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

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

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

"Thanks."

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 the doubts he had about Aaron, and his heart suddenly rose.

He had many guesses, but without any evidence, he couldn't tell Dumbledore about the Polyjuice Potion, right?

What's more, Aaron is standing here, and he wouldn't be so aboveboard to alert 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... um..." Aaron hesitated for a while, then a smile appeared on his lips, "The principal is really discerning!

I do have something I'm hiding from you. "

Harry looked at Aaron with some surprise. Even if you are the heir of Slytherin, you are still too arrogant!

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

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

"It's very important, Principal Dumbledore." Aaron emphasized the pronunciation of the word "principal." "I am willing 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 yet, because if it is found out, Slytherin may be deducted ten points.

But you can rest assured that what I do is definitely beneficial to Hogwarts. "