A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 459 Draco’s frustration, unexpected exposure

"Qualified? Still barely?" Draco laughed in anger and said unconvinced: "Isn't this evaluation too perfunctory? I succeeded!"

"Yes! Senior." Sirin was also a little puzzled, "I don't see what Malfoy did wrong."

"It took too long." Aaron said lightly, "If it were a normal exam, I could give him an O (excellent) rating for the disarming spell he just cast, but if it were placed in the few seconds before he cast the spell in a real battle, Enough to die several times."

Draco was unable to refute and said weakly: "Can you do it again?"

"Okay." Aaron raised his wand lightly, and the stone sword returned to the stone statue's hand.

"Expelliarmus."

Draco didn't hesitate this time and recited the spell decisively.

A green light hit the stone statue, and the stone sword fell to the floor again.

"There will be no problem this time, right?" Draco asked confidently.

"It's indeed a little better than before, seventy-five points."

"Only seventy-five." Draco frowned tightly, "I don't accept it, give me a reason."

Aaron pointed at the stone statue, "First of all, your training target will not move, and secondly, he will not fight back. These two factors have reduced the full score of this test to eighty points."

Draco felt a little better, "What about five more points?"

"Another five points will be deducted for your attitude." Aaron said very bluntly, "You were able to use the disarming spell when you were in second grade. I don't understand why you are so complacent."

Draco was speechless and silently returned to his seat.

Aaron restored the stone statue, and then winked at Siren, "It's your turn."

Siren stepped forward and pulled out her wand seriously, "Expelliarmus."

boom!

I don't know if he was too nervous, but the magic spell flew out after grazing the stone statue's shoulder. The long sword in its hand did not fall away, it just trembled slightly and returned to its original state.

"Obviously, he failed." Aaron said calmly.

"Sorry." Xilin lowered her head in embarrassment, "Senior, I let you down."

"Stop saying this, I don't like hearing it.

You don't need to belittle yourself. What you just used was indeed a disarming spell, but the accuracy was just a little off. "

"But I didn't hit it after all."

"The disarming spell is not very difficult, but not more than half of the people in Hogwarts can cast this spell." Aaron looked at the aggrieved little fan girl and comforted him slowly, "At least Crabbe and Goyle's The disarming spell is no match for you."

"It's true. The two of them are really not very good at using disarming spells. They can throw out their own wands."

"Who wants to compete with the two of them?" Xilin said angrily, "The competition is also with the seniors."

"You can't beat me." Aaron said in a dumbfounded voice, "But it's good to have this awareness.

continue! You need to practice your disarming spell well. "

"Expelliarmus."

"Expelliarmus."

After using the magic spell twice in a row, she finally caught the feeling and knocked down the sword in the stone statue's hand.

"Being able to master the disarming spell in a short period of time is worthy of being the genius I selected!" Aaron said with satisfaction, such students are the best to teach.

"Far worse than me." Draco chuckled.

"If you can't even compare to the fourth grade, then your parents' pure-blood genes are really in vain." Aaron shook his head speechlessly, and then transformed into a stone statue.

"I will give you twenty minutes to familiarize yourself with this spell, and then you will start the next stage of training after twenty minutes.

It's best to be mentally prepared for a battle between two people. If you are careless... it will be very painful. "

Draco and Siren looked at each other, as if they could see a flash of fire in each other's eyes.

The two of them each occupied a quarter of the classroom and practiced disarming spells with their backs to each other.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sound of stone swords falling to the ground came and went, and Aaron continued to help them repair the stone statues for training without any pause.

Twenty minutes later, Aaron waved his magic wand, and the two stone statues disappeared.

A vertical line was drawn in the middle of the classroom, separating the two people.

"Informal wizard duels, no bowing required.

The rule is that you can only use the disarming spell, and you can dodge within a limited range. If one party's weapon is released, the other party cannot continue to attack. "

"I understand." Siren said.

Draco also nodded seriously, but he was even more nervous.

There is nothing to show off if you win against a fifth grader, but if you lose, it will be a big loss.

"ready, go."

Draco took the lead, and the green curse hit Siren directly in the face.

The next moment, a figure stepped back several steps, and a brown wand fell to the ground.

"It's not difficult at all," Draco said.

"This is the victory of the first round." Aaron said, writing one to zero on the blackboard, and then looked at Sirin, "Do you need a rest?"

"unnecessary."

Aaron raised his eyebrows but didn't say anything more.

After all, he wanted an excellent student, not a fragile vase.

If he had to interrupt his training because of this minor injury that wasn't even a broken skin, then he should doubt his own vision.

Soon the second round began, without any accident, Xilin was knocked out of the wand in her hand.

"Two to zero." Aaron waved his magic wand, and the score on the blackboard changed.

"Do you need a break?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"No."

"Then continue."

......

Cilin got up from the floor in a mess. She was hit by the disarming spell more than 30 times in more than an hour. As a girl, she really couldn't bear it.

Draco on the opposite side was not doing well either. He didn't have a bruised face, but his face was a little scary.

He thought it would be easy to beat a fourth-year witch, but he was furious when he saw the ratio of nearly five to one on the blackboard.

He was a noble Malfoy, but he was defeated seven or eight times by a little witch who was one year younger than him and of the same bloodline. It would make people laugh if they told others about it.

One or two times can be explained by coincidence, but seven or eight times can't be explained by coincidence.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Aaron applauded, "Very good performance, especially Xilin, it is beyond my expectation."

Xilin scratched her head embarrassedly, "It's all thanks to the seniors' good teaching."

"Today's training ends here, and we will practice the barrier spell next week."

"Yes, I will definitely learn this spell within a week." Xilin promised solemnly.

"It doesn't matter if you can't learn it. I will probably be a temporary teacher for a long time. If you learn too fast, I will have nothing to teach."

Xilin left the potion class happily. Aaron restored the venue and all the tables and chairs returned to their original positions.

"How do you feel?" Aaron teased, "Do you feel a strong sense of frustration?"

Draco nodded reluctantly, "Is she really just from an ordinary wizard family?"

"This is the prejudice of your Malfoy family.

Bloodline does have a bonus in terms of talent, but bloodline does not represent everything." Aaron said seriously, "Celine's background is ordinary, but in more than an hour, she went from passively taking beatings to dodging attacks and barely counterattacking, so that Malfoy felt exhausted.

It sounds easy to make progress in battle, but there are not many things that can be done. At least you can't compare with her in this regard.

Hermione is of Muggle origin, but her academic performance has always been higher than yours, and she has mastered many practical spells.

Ron and Neville are pure blood, but their waste of talent is even more exaggerated than yours."

Draco was silent for a moment, and then said seriously: "I'm sure I won't be inferior to them."

"Then you have to work hard, set a small goal first, and defeat Harry Potter."

Draco:......

......

The second task officially entered the starting stage, and Aaron felt much more relaxed.

Taking two hours of teaching time every week, he can get a salary of 500 magic points at the end of this school year, which is generally very profitable.

Aaron's school life is back on track. Every day, apart from signing in and attending classes, he practices magic circles and steadily improves his own strength.

But this peaceful life did not last long. A few days later, Harry and the other two blocked him in the library.

"Have you ever thought about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Hermione asked again.

Huh!

Aaron sighed helplessly. He didn't expect these three to be so persistent and never turn back until they hit the wall.

"Well... you may be disappointed.

If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask me, but I won't be a teacher. It's too tiring."

"Don't be like you." Ron complained, "You would rather teach Slytherin than teach us?"

"Who told you?" Aaron frowned slightly. In addition to Draco and Celine, only a few professors knew about this.

Draco and Celine would definitely not tell anyone; Professor McGonagall would definitely keep it a secret for him. If this got out, maybe other people would follow suit, and then it would be difficult for her as the vice-headmaster to handle it; Umbridge was even less likely, as this would have a certain impact on her authority; but it couldn't be Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, right?

Just as Aaron was thinking, Hermione suddenly asked, "Just tell us if this happened?"

"I'm the prefect of Slytherin, and there's nothing wrong with teaching one or two students!"

"Okay! Then I'll put it another way.

Would you rather teach Malfoy than us?"

"Did Draco tell you?" Aaron looked at the three of them suspiciously. He didn't think Draco would be stupid enough to spread this kind of thing everywhere.

"Malfoy is quite arrogant, but he really didn't tell the secret." Harry said with a complicated expression, "You know him, he just likes to see us with curious but helpless faces, how could he tell us this."

The three looked at each other and fell into a brief silence.

"You may not believe it." Ron said in embarrassment, "It was Dobby."

"Impossible, he's just a house-elf, how could he know?"

"You just underestimate house-elves." Hermione said unhappily, "Dobby was cleaning the school, and when he passed by Professor McGonagall's office, he happened to hear the conversation between Umbridge and Professor McGonagall. The old witch was very dissatisfied with you teaching other students to practice spells without permission!

Dobby thought Umbridge would find a way to target you, but he couldn't enter the Slytherin common room, so he found Harry and asked him to help inform you to be more careful."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and billions of horses galloped through his heart.

The image of a weak, pitiful and helpless house elf appeared in his mind, but the next moment he was torn into pieces.

Isn’t this just being nosy?

Umbridge could do nothing to see that he was unhappy, but she still couldn't do anything to him.

But these three are different. Their lethality is much more powerful than the senior investigators, second only to Voldemort.

"So do you have anything to explain?" Hermione asked coldly.

"Ah this..."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Aaron's face. He knew in his heart that it would be difficult to refuse this time. Who would let him be justified?

"Are you willing to teach us?" Harry asked seriously, "If not, forget it, we can try to figure it out ourselves."

"Well..." Aaron pursed his lips and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Actually, it's not impossible."

"That means I agree." Ron said with some surprise.

Aaron nodded. Since he has already taught two, it shouldn't matter if he teaches three more!

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all have great talents, and it wouldn't be too difficult to teach them.

"Great, I knew you would agree." Hermione said excitedly.

Just as Aaron was about to say something, she continued: "Since you have agreed, I have something to tell you, but you can't lose your temper."

"You tell me first, and then I decide whether to lose my temper or not."

"You've been teaching two Slytherins for almost two weeks."

"I just taught one class." Aaron explained, "Okay! I just don't lose my temper."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry and Ron were also somewhat relieved.

“That’s right, we think that as long as anyone wants to learn, we shouldn’t turn them away.

The magic world is no longer safe now, we must have the ability to protect ourselves, right? "

"hehe!"

"Do you think what I said is wrong?" Hermione said with an unhappy expression.

Aaron smiled and said nothing. He didn't think this ability could be improved through the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

If taking one year's lessons could defeat Voldemort and the Death Eater army, Dumbledore would have taken action long ago, and so many people would not have died in the last wizarding war.

"Tell the truth! How many people did you find?"

"It's not sure yet, we haven't looked for it, but there are definitely not many." Harry said firmly, "You know, there are not many people who believe that the Dark Lord has come back. Even the people who live in the same dormitory as me except Neville and Ron, everyone else thinks I'm a liar."

Aaron nodded noncommittally, and then said: "Approximately how many people can there be?"

"It would be ideal to have three or five." Hermione said thoughtfully, "This is still your teaching situation. If it were Harry, I'm afraid none of them would come."

Harry Potter:…

Don't I want to lose face?