A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

September 1st.

After breakfast, Aaron, accompanied by Jeans, drove an ordinary car to Kingdom Cross Station.

As soon as the two took out their suitcases, they saw two dark green cars emerging from the narrow alley.

"From the Ministry of Magic?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "But this is too ostentatious!"

"It's the Weasley family, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter." Genes looked at the strange lineup and said thoughtfully: "It should be Fudge who arranged it to protect Harry Potter. Harry Potter will probably be on tenterhooks before catching Sirius."

"At least he is safe during this time in Hogwarts." Aaron didn't care. "There is the most powerful white magician of this century there!"

"Master, the train will leave in half an hour." Jeans reminded.

"I got it, I'll leave now, you don't have to send it off." Aaron shrugged and pushed the cart into the station, successfully passing through the partition wall between platforms nine and ten.

Looking at the bright red steam train and the wizards of all sizes crowding the station, Aaron couldn't help but smile. From today on, his life would really get back on track.

Aaron skillfully placed his suitcase in the carriage at the rear of the train, and then began to find a seat for himself.

Maybe he arrived late, and when he found the front of the car from the rear, there was only one private room that was relatively empty. However, when he got closer, he realized why the private room was empty. There was an adult sleeping in it.

Except for the staff and the witch selling snacks, there were no other adults on the Hogwarts Express.

After hesitating for a moment, Aaron opened the sliding door and walked in with Abe.

But as soon as he sat down, Abe opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man opposite him warily.

"What's wrong?"

"His smell is very weird." Abe responded in dragon language, "It's like a beast is living in his body. In human terms, it's like a time bomb."

Aaron: ...

Damn it! What kind of luck am I having?

If I had known better, I shouldn't have tried to be comfortable, even if I just found a cubicle and squeezed in!

"call!"

Aaron took a deep breath, picked up Abe and stood up very naturally but carefully.

The train hasn't started yet, and people haven't woken up yet. It should be too late to change seats now.

But before he could open the sliding door, three people appeared outside the compartment, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.

"Uh... I'll give you a piece of advice, don't come in."

"But the other private rooms are all full, and there's no room for three people." Hermione said, opening the door, and Harry and Ron followed and sat in.

"Alas! This is life, nine times out of ten it will be unsatisfactory." Aaron secretly complained in his heart and sat by the window.

"Aaron, who...is this?" Harry asked, pointing to the sleeping man beside him.

"I don't know either."

"Professor R.J. Lupin," Hermione whispered, "It says that on his trunk."

Hearing this, Aaron glanced at the box and felt much relieved.

As a professor at Hogwarts, even if he has some hidden dangers, he will not pose a threat to these students.

Wanting to understand this, Aaron looked at the new professor with interest.

He wore a tattered wizard robe and had light brown hair with some white in it. He looked about thirty years old, but he looked like a sickly man.

The suitcase was also in tatters and must be at least ten years old.

"This professor is not doing well at first glance. He is 100% a poor person in the teaching circle."

"I can see it." Ron said with some doubt, "I just don't know if he is qualified for this job."

The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor seemed to be cursed. Quirrell was dead, Lockhart was in prison, and the fate was not good.

"This one should be fine," Aaron said. "Last year's Lockhart was a big joke. If Hogwarts recruits another professor, there must be some basic assessment. No matter how bad it is, you can still know the basics."

"hope so!"

"I have something to tell you." Harry glanced at Professor Lupin and made sure he was still sleeping before looking at the three of them seriously, "Sirius Black may be looking for me and wants to kill me. ”

"No way!" Hermione said in a panic, "How do you know?"

"I accidentally overheard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's conversation last night." Harry said sheepishly, "But I really didn't mean to do it.

They said that Sirius had been talking in his sleep the day before escaping from prison, repeating the same sentence over and over again: He was at Hogwarts.

He is a loyal servant of the mysterious man. He thinks that killing me will enable the mysterious man to make a comeback.

That's why Fudge didn't hold me accountable for blowing up Aunt Marge into a balloon, and arranged for me to go to Diagon Alley, and asked members of the Ministry of Magic to escort me to the train. "

"Well... I don't want to say it, but Sirius may not be here to kill you." Aaron said, "He has already taken action to kill you. Why wait twelve years? This is too sudden."

"Maybe he's planning a prison break." Ron said, stroking his chin. "After all, that's Azkaban. No one has ever been able to escape from there before."

"No, no, no." Aaron waved his hand, "There is still some doubt. He didn't resist at all when he was arrested."

“Perhaps because I know I can’t run away, and if I surrender, I will suffer less physical pain.

And he was still laughing after killing three people. He was completely crazy. "

Aaron blinked, then spread his hands, "Okay, I'm speechless."

"Black will be caught," Hermione comforted. "Everyone is looking for him."

At this time, a weak whistle suddenly sounded in the private room.

"What's the sound?" Aaron looked at Harry's suitcase, "What did you bring?"

"I don't know either." Harry hurriedly opened the suitcase and pulled out a small top-shaped object from a piece of clothing. "It was a birthday present from Ron."

"Is this a looking glass?" Hermione asked curiously, looking at the rapidly spinning top.

"It will light up and spin when I hear there is a suspicious person." Aaron said thoughtfully, "This is not a good sign."

"Don't think so much, it's just a bargain." Ron didn't take it seriously. "A magic toy is a shoddy product sold to wizard tourists."

Harry nodded and stuffed the speculum into a pair of old socks. He didn't want the little spinning top to wake up the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Harry, do you have any plans for Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked excitedly, "It is the only place in the UK where there are no Muggles, and it has a long history."

"No one signed his permission form." Aaron interjected, and then looked at Harry sympathetically, "You can think about what you want to buy in advance, and I can reluctantly bring it back for you when the time comes."

"Thanks." Harry nodded glumly.

"Why don't you try with Professor McGonagall?" Ron whispered. "If that doesn't work, ask Fred and George. They might know the secret passage leading outside the school."

Hearing this, Aaron's mouth twitched, "Are your two brothers so good?"

"Absolutely not." Hermione objected firmly, "Black hasn't been caught yet. It will be very dangerous for Harry to leave Hogwarts."

"I think so too," Harry said weakly, "Trouble is always looking for me."

"It won't be so dangerous if we go with him." Ron said confidently.

"Don't call me." Aaron waved his hand hurriedly, "You know me, I don't like trouble."

"But among us, you are the most powerful." Ron said with some dissatisfaction, "You have defeated the mysterious man when you were young!"

"Low-key, this kind of thing should be low-key." Aaron said a little tiredly. He was confident enough to defeat Black, but there was no need to get involved with a desperado.

A few hours later, the sky darkened and the black clouds became thicker and thicker.

The witch pushed the food cart past the door of the cubicle, "Do you need anything?"

"Yes." Aaron skillfully took out a Galleons from Abe's pocket, "Bring me two bottles of milk, three packs of chocolates, four bottles of juice, five egg tarts, and six lollipops."

"Do you want anything?"

"No." Ron pursed his lips, "My mother prepared sandwiches for a few of us."

"Should we wake him up?" Harry pointed at Professor Lupin, "He might need something to eat."

"Add three more cakes!" Aaron added, "Just treat it as a treat for our professor."

"Okay." The witch placed the food Aaron needed on the table. "If it's not enough, come to me at any time."

Aaron was not restrained, left two bottles of juice and three cakes, and piled the remaining snacks in front of Abe.

While eating, it excitedly stuffed it into its pocket.

Its granary was emptied out by its owner a few months ago, and now it's better to store as much as possible.

The train continued to move forward, and as night fell, all the lights in the car came on.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, the wind was howling, and the raindrops kept hitting the windows, making a popping sound.

Professor Lupine seemed to be sleeping all the time. If he wasn't still breathing, they would doubt whether he was still alive.

"I don't like this weather," Aaron said. "Especially on a long-distance train. It's too depressing."

"Be patient." Hermione looked at her watch, "We still have half an hour to get to the station."

At this time, the train suddenly came to a sudden stop, its speed became slower and slower, and the wheels and rails made a screeching sound.

All the lights went out one after another, and they were trapped on a bridge.

Roar!

Abbey suddenly let out a low growl, quickly jumped onto the table, and stared out the window warily.

"What's going on?" Ron asked nervously.

"Don't move." Aaron suppressed Harry, who was about to go out to see, "There is something outside, a lot of it, and..."

Before he finished speaking, a thin layer of ice formed on the window of their compartment, the temperature dropped instantly, and everyone felt the biting cold.

Looking at the fleeting black shadow outside the car window, Aaron couldn't help but swallow, "And if nothing else happens, that disgusting thing is going to get on the train."

"Do you know what it is?" Hermione shuddered as she spoke, "Magical creature?"

"You should have heard of it." Aaron said calmly, "The guards of Azkaban, the dementors."