A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

As soon as Aaron entered the common room, Crabbe and Goyle walked over from the middle of the hall and blocked him in front of him with their heavy bodies.

“If it’s okay, stay out of the way.

You two are very tall, and it would be easy to cause misunderstandings when you suddenly appear in front of me. Aaron said speechlessly, "I might just kick you out because I'm in a bad mood." "

The two immediately moved out of the way, politely invited Aaron to a sofa, and handed Abe a plate of fruit.

Abe's eyes lit up, and except for one apple, he stuffed the rest into his pocket.

"Speak directly if you have anything to say. I don't think you two would come to me for no reason!"

"The test results are out. I don't know why Dumbledore announced the results in advance." Crabbe said, "You got perfect marks, and you got perfect marks in all subjects."

The boss’s grades are also very good, but..."

"It's just that he lost, right?" Aaron said somewhat relaxedly.

The result was as he expected, at least he didn't give away any favors from his family.

"Yes!" Crabbe nodded, "The total score is twelve points behind Granger, and the ranking is just below her.

Not only her, Weasley and Potter also had very high grades, outperforming both of us.

Draco couldn't accept this result and locked himself in the room and refused to let us in. "

"This is normal!

But don't worry, he will come out soon. "

"Of course we believe him." Gower said a little embarrassed, "But it has been more than ten hours and he hasn't come out yet, and he hasn't even had lunch.

We don't know how to comfort him. Fortunately, you are back. "

"So, you want me to persuade him?"

"Yes, you have the best relationship with him. Only you can persuade him." Crabbe said, "At least let him open the door. We don't want to sleep on the sofa in the lounge at night."

Aaron's mouth twitched. He didn't know whether Malfoy was lucky or unlucky to have such followers.

For these two people, sleep quality seems to be more important.

"Okay, leave it to me!"

Aaron picked up Abe, walked to Draco's dormitory, and knocked gently on the door a few times.

"I told you not to disturb me."

Draco's voice came from inside the door, sounding particularly angry.

"it's me."

After a few seconds, the door opened.

When Draco saw Aaron, the depression on his face dissipated a lot and was soon replaced by joy.

"I heard that someone was sulking alone because his academic performance was not good, so I came here to have a look."

"Who said that?

Is it Crabbe or Goyle? Or are they together? "

"Of course they are together." Aaron said speechlessly, "They came to me as soon as I came back and wanted me to comfort you."

"Comfort?" Draco stood up angrily, "They thought I was too fragile!

I don't need comfort. This is a big deal. It's not something I can't afford to lose. At worst, I'll be more polite to her when I see her in the future. "

"Then you still locked yourself in the room?"

Draco's expression changed and he hesitated, "I just, I just have to think about how to tell my dad."

"What can't be said?

Your grades are still very good, he should be proud of you. "

"That's what I say, but after all, I lost to Granger, and I lost to a wizard from a Muggle family.

He expressed his appreciation for me every time he wrote. If I let him know, he might be disappointed. "

"You locked yourself in the room just because of this?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "How boring are you!

This is completely unfounded!

Lucius Malfoy would not just lose his temper with his precious son just because of a test score. "

"But...she is one rank higher than me. If my father asks..."

"No buts." Aaron interrupted him, "Think about it from another perspective. At least you defeated Harry Potter and your family's nemesis Weasley.

Based on these two points alone, he couldn't fault it.

And as far as I know, your father never got such a score in school.

He couldn't do well in the exam himself, so why should he educate you? "

"This..." Draco was stunned for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure, a certain professor told me this." Aaron said nonsense confidently. He had no idea what Lucius's grades were.

But he was sure that Lucius Malfoy could never surpass his son who had been studying diligently throughout the school year.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He cared very much about his father's opinion, and now it seemed that he was better than his father.

"Aaron, did you really go to the underground classroom with Harry Potter and the others the night before yesterday, and defeat Professor Quirrell and destroy his conspiracy?

is this real? "

"It's true, otherwise the two professors and I wouldn't have spent a whole day in the infirmary."

"Can you tell me more specifically?" Draco rubbed his hands excitedly, obviously very interested in this matter.

"Um...how should I put it?

We were traveling separately and happened to meet at the trap door. "Aaron briefly described the specific process to Draco. Of course, there must be some deletions in it.

Having neatly omitted Voldemort's presence from his story, it was not appropriate for Draco to know that the Dark Lord was still alive and waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback.

"This is too exciting, but also too dangerous." Draco patted the sheets angrily, "It's all Harry's fault. It would have been much safer according to your plan, but they even pulled you into the water. It even hurt you."

"It's all over, at least the result is good."

"You're just too magnanimous." Draco said unhappily, "If they hadn't insisted on having their own way, you wouldn't have been unconscious for so long.

And Hagrid, that half-blood giant, is just an idiot. It’s okay if the secret is leaked, but he himself doesn’t even realize that it’s somewhat unjustifiable. "

Aaron: ...

A close friend!

...

The next night, all the teachers and students of the school gathered in the auditorium for the year-end banquet.

Several rows of green flags representing Slytherin House were hung on the ceiling to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup win.

The auditorium was particularly noisy, and the tables were filled with exquisite food, but they could only look at it, not eat it, before the principal announced the start of the banquet.

Aaron held down the rambunctious Abe, fearing that it would fall on the table and feast on it.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

A crisp knock sounded, and the noise quickly subsided.

Professor McGonagall put down the golden spoon in her hand, and Dumbledore, who was sitting next to her, stood up and faced all the students.

“Another year has passed, and there is a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so you can’t wait!

Before we can indulge in all these delicious treats, we have to present the Academy Cup. Dumbledore said excitedly, "We have calculated the scores. The specific scores of each school are as follows:

Fourth place, Gryffindor, with 323 points; third place, Hufflepuff, with a total score of 352 points; second place, Ravenclaw, with 437 points. Topping the list is Slytherin House, with a total score of 493 point. "

After the words fell, the Slytherin table erupted into deafening cheers, but the faces of the students in the other three houses were not very good, and they only applauded symbolically.

The sound of applause is like a stone sinking into the ocean, and no waves can be splashed in the cheers.

It's true that Slytherin is excellent, but his popularity isn't really that bad. It probably has something to do with the fact that he has won the championship too many times.

Anyone who has been suppressed for six years, no, seven years, will probably not be in a good mood.

At the teacher's table, Snape applauded quickly. Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick were not so competitive. Although it was a pity, it didn't matter if they lost, they lost.

Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, was as if she was mourning for her heir, and was too lazy to pretend. The words sadness and disappointment were almost written on her face.

"Very well, Slytherin, very well, Slytherin," said Dumbledore, "but recent events must also be taken into account.

I still have some final points to award. "

The scene instantly became quiet. Slytherin, who had already won the championship, gradually lost his smile, while the other students looked expectant.

An accident suddenly occurred at this time, which means that there may be changes in the Academy Cup.

Because the number of points that Dumbledore, the principal, can personally award will definitely not be a small amount. If enough points are added to a certain house, such as Ravenclaw, which is ranked second, it might even overtake Slytherin. .

But Professor McGonagall, who knew the truth, didn't look forward to it. This just made Gryffindor's loss less ugly, but it still couldn't impact Slytherin's championship.

"Miss Hermione Granger." Dumbledore looked at a young wizard on the Gryffindor table with a smile, "When others are in danger, she calmly and skillfully displays her intelligence, and she will be rewarded fifty points. "

Hermione pursed her lips and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, and the Gryffindors at the same table also burst into fierce cheers.

Fifty points. With these fifty points, they will be in third place and get rid of the last place.

"The second award is given to Mr. Ron Weasley. He has shown superb chess skills and is the best in Hogwarts for hundreds of years. The award is fifty points."

Cheers rang out again, and Ron was stunned by the sudden reward. His brothers showed off to others with happy faces that Ron was their youngest brother.

"The third item is awarded to Harry Potter for his courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I award sixty points to Gryffindor House."

After the words fell, the entire auditorium fell into a sea of ​​cheers. Except for Slytherin, the other three houses began to cheer for Gryffindor. Now they are only ten points away from knocking Slytherin out of the championship. Almost everyone is looking forward to it. looked at their headmaster, hoping to add some points to Gryffindor.