A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

On the first day of school at Hogwarts, it rained heavily outside.

Jeans drove Aaron to Kingdom Cross station and moved the suitcase to the express train at platform nine and three-quarters.

"Master, I have prepared your dress. If you are not satisfied with anything, please inform me with an owl at any time." Genes smiled meaningfully, "Also, I wish you a happy new semester, this year will be very interesting. "

"On your good advice, at least the professors at Hogwarts won't hit people like ancestor Wicht."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Aaron frowned slightly, "What else are you hiding from me?"

Jeans hesitated for a moment, "The new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a ruthless person."

"Nothing else?"

"He's a legendary Auror."

"You know that's not what I want to ask." Aaron said impatiently.

"Uh..." Jeans said with a sneer, "It's really inconvenient to say this. The young master will know it when the time comes."

After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the rain, without giving Aaron a chance to continue asking questions.

Aaron curled his lips in displeasure, held Abe in his arms, and looked for an empty box in the aisle.

After walking a few steps, he heard Draco's voice, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

If there was anyone he knew who could know news about the wizarding world in advance, it would be Malfoy.

Aaron walked towards the box where the sound came from. Draco was complaining to Crabbe and Goyle about the quality of teaching at Hogwarts when he saw Aaron standing at the door.

"Come in." Draco happily opened the sliding door and voluntarily gave up his seat by the window.

"what are you guys saying?"

"Durmstrang." Draco felt a little regretful, "If my mother didn't want me to go so far, I should be studying in that magic school now.

You can learn real dark magic at Durmstrang, while Hogwarts can only teach ridiculous defense. "

"Real black magic?" Aaron couldn't help but sneered when he heard this, "You might have a chance this semester."

Draco was stunned for a moment, then said excitedly, "Did Dumbledore finally agree to Professor Snape being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He is not an old fool."

"No, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is an Auror."

Hearing this, Draco's interest instantly weakened.

He didn't think Aurors' teaching skills were any better, at least not comparable to Professor Snape's.

"There's something I want to ask you." Aaron looked at Draco seriously, "Is something big going to happen recently?"

Draco nodded, closed the sliding door and window tightly, and then lowered his voice and said, "Cornelly Fudge told my father that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts.

This is internal information from the Ministry of Magic and has not been released yet. "

Triwizard Tournament?

Aaron immediately understood what Genes was hiding from him.

He recalled a divination he had done last year, and the crystal ball indeed showed a cup filled with fire.

But there was also a trace of doubt in his heart. The Triwizard Tournament was just a competitive exchange between the three magic schools, and there was no need to hide it from him.

"Are you going to participate?" Draco asked with interest, "If it were you, you might be able to win this honor."

"Haha!" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "It's too dangerous, and keeping a low profile is what I always insist on."

"That's such a pity." Draco spread his hands helplessly, "If you didn't participate, Potter would probably be in the limelight. He never misses an opportunity to show off."

Aaron: ...

There must be a misunderstanding here.

As the train continued to travel north, the rain became heavier and heavier, knocking on the windows and making crackling sounds.

As time went by, the sky became darker and darker, and the black clouds seemed to be pressing down.

This scene was no less impressive than last year, but there were no dementors blocking the way, which only made the students on the bus feel a little more depressed.

It was not until night fell that the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, and the students who had changed into their school robes got off the train despite the heavy rain.

There was a rumble of thunder in the sky, and the first-year students gathered in front of Hagrid in the pouring rain.

The weather is pretty bad, but that's no reason to change the tradition at Hogwarts that first-year wizards must take a boat across the Black Lake to reach the castle.

As for wizards in the first grade and above, they will pass through the platform, and the Thestral will pull the carriage to send them to Hogwarts in advance.

After getting off the carriage, Aaron put Abe in his hood and walked to the foyer holding an umbrella.

"It's raining really hard." Draco wiped the rain off his face, "If I had known, I would have brought a bigger umbrella, and you two wouldn't have warned me."

"We didn't expect the rain to last so long!" Crabbe said aggrievedly.

"You're lucky just to be soaked in the rain." Aaron teased, "A first-year wizard has to cross a river in a violent storm. If you're not careful, you will fall into the black lake."

"oops!"

A red balloon filled with water suddenly fell from the ceiling and hit Ron on the head accurately, making him even more embarrassed when he was already wet, and almost hit Harry.

"Haha! Well done." Draco smiled, "I'm in a much better mood now."

"Peeves." Professor McGonagall roared angrily, "Get down here."

"I didn't do anything." Peeves chuckled and continued to throw the water-filled balloons recklessly. It was not until Professor McGonagall moved Dumbledore out that he reluctantly flew towards the stairs.

Professor McGonagall brought the second-year wizards and above to the auditorium and quickly turned back.

She had to keep the entrance hall as clean and tidy as possible before the first year wizards came over.

The auditorium was very warm, and the students who had been soaked by the rain sat down at the long tables in their colleges.

"Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is so arrogant that he hasn't come yet." Draco looked at the empty seats in the teacher's chair with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter if he's late or not, I want to know more about whether he is reliable." Aaron said pointedly.

Draco nodded in agreement. No one had taught Defense Against the Dark Arts for more than a year, especially Gilderoy Lockhart, who was in their second year. He was simply a weirdo in the wizarding world.

At this time, the door of the auditorium opened, and Professor McGonagall led a row of first-year students to the front of the auditorium.

These little wizards looked more like they had swum from the lake than by ferry. Almost no part of their bodies was dry.

Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on the chair, grinned the patched hat and sang a simple history of the school, introducing the four founders of the house and its own origins.

The general meaning is that the Sorting Hat is fair and impartial, never looks at the wrong person, and will assign each little wizard to the appropriate house.

"Next, whoever's name I call will sit on the chair." Professor McGonagall unfolded a long roll of parchment, on which was the list of first-year freshmen. "After the Sorting Hat announced the house, he went to the corresponding table. "

Stuart Ackley - Ravenclaw.

Malcolm Bardock - Slytherin.

Elinor Branstone - Hufflepuff.

...

Applause came one after another, and each college warmly welcomed its junior students.

After the ceremony, almost everyone turned their eager eyes to Dumbledore, even Draco, the person who disliked him the most, was no exception.

Dumbledore looked at the eager crowd, opened his arms with a smile, and the amplification spell made his loud voice reach every corner of the auditorium, "I only have two words to say to you, eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the empty golden tableware was piled with hot food.

The students, who had been hungry for almost a day, couldn't hold back anymore, picked up the tableware and started eating like crazy.

"He should have been like this a long time ago." Draco said angrily while eating.

"Everyone thinks so." Aaron pulled off a chicken leg for Abe, poured a large glass of milk, and then slowly cut the steak on his plate.

"The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor still hasn't come." Draco said gloatingly.

"Maybe I was delayed on the way!" Aaron didn't care.

After eating and drinking, the crumbs of food disappeared along with the tableware, and the long table became clean and tidy again.

Dumbledore stood in the middle of the teachers' chair and introduced some precautions to the first-year students as usual. Then he looked at everyone meaningfully and said, "There will no longer be a College Cup Quidditch match this year."

"What?"

The students all opened their mouths in astonishment and couldn't relax for a while.

The members of the Quidditch student team looked in disbelief. If there was no Quidditch match, wouldn't these players become just decorations?

Before the auditorium became noisy, Dumbledore showed a mysterious smile on his face, and his tone became extremely excited, "This is because this school year, Hogwarts Castle is not only your home, but also some special guests. s home.

Hogwarts has been chosen to host a very prestigious event..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door of the auditorium was rudely knocked open, and rumbles of thunder were heard entering the auditorium.

A hooded man stood at the door, hobbling in with a long cane.

His face was covered in scars, and his facial features were damaged to varying degrees. His right eye was small, but his left eye was like a big protruding eyeball.

"If nothing else, he should be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Aaron forced a smile, "No wonder Jeans said he is a legend among Aurors. It's really awesome that he still comes to class even though he is half disabled. It’s hard enough for him.”

"He is a madman." Draco's face turned pale. "Mad-Eye Moody, he specializes in fighting dark wizards. Almost all the prisoners in Azkaban know him."

"Not bad." Aaron said, "That means he has quite a lot of experience in fighting against dark magic. I'm afraid Professor Snape can't fault him for teaching us the Defense Against Dark Arts class."

"But he's crazy." Draco said with some panic. "It's possible to experiment with black magic in class."

"Isn't that just right?" Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you interested in black magic?"

"No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was that he might use students for experiments."

Aaron: ...