The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, there are no more empty seats here." Sirius complained dissatisfiedly, his eyes fixed on the sky above the Quiz ball court.

"You are a wizard, please don't say such Muggle things, okay?" Aesop took out his wand and waved it. The space in this area seemed to be distorted. It would be okay if at least four or five people could sit on it.

Only then did Sirius realize that the bastard who suddenly squeezed his seat was Aesop. He curled his lips and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to have a good rest today? To be honest, I have never seen an Auror as lazy as you."

This guy is a completely hands-off shopkeeper. Star Publishing Company is managed by himself. As long as the Auror job is not too dangerous, this guy will pass it on to his subordinates.

Aesop's daily routine basically consisted of getting up, drinking coffee, and then slumping in an easy chair for a day. From time to time, he would replenish himself with some coffee brought back by others to maintain the caffeine concentration in his body.

Sirius sometimes suspected that what was flowing in this guy's body was not blood, but black coffee.

Aesop also clapped when he saw a girl from the Gryffindor team score a goal, although this time the Gryffindor team's opponent was Slytherin: "I'll solve the furry problem."

Sirius frowned: "Remus?"

Aesop nodded: "Sirius, you are not very competent as a friend and cousin, are you?"

"What does this have to do with Tonks?" Sirius muttered, and then his eyes became brighter and brighter as if he thought of something, "You mean, Remus and Tonks!"

"Don't be too happy too early. You know the trouble that your moon-faced friend is in, so do you still think that Tonks being with him would be a good choice?"

Sirius was rarely silent. One was his best friend since school days, and the other was his cousin. It was really difficult to choose.

After a long time, he sighed: "So, Aesop, you want me to help you persuade them to let go of this relationship?"

"Come on, Sirius, there are enough resentments in this world, let's not create another artificial couple."

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief. With the support of the Archmage, the chance of success would be greater.

"It's really strange. There's something wrong with Slytherin today." Lee Jordan, who was the commentator as usual, said in confusion.

Not just him, everyone in the stands felt this way.You know, Slytherin's Quidditch team is, at best, doing whatever it takes to win, but at worst, it's "dirty" and plays extremely dirty.

Especially in the game against their arch-rival Gryffindor, the two sides simply didn't come to play Quidditch, but to demonstrate "One Hundred Ways of Quidditch Fouls" for the audience.

However, today, these Slytherin players turned out to be quite decent, playing more like Ravenclaw than Hufflepuff.This even made the Gryffindor players who were already mentally prepared a little confused - the opponent's ball was so clean, so they couldn't be "dirty", right?

Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, flew past the two batters: "Be careful, they may be hiding their backs. Just because they are clean now does not mean they will always be clean."

Ron's twin brother nodded, and Fred added: "Maybe it's a tactic."

However, the fact is that until Harry caught the Golden Snitch and helped Gryffindor end the game with victory, the Slytherin players still did not commit any fouls. Even after the players on both sides fell back to the ground, the opponent's captain Flint He also came over and shook hands with Wood: "Congratulations."

Wood watched the Slytherin team leave with disbelieving eyes. He wondered if he was dreaming. Whether it was Gryffindor's victory or Slytherin's reaction, it really felt unreal.

Aesop looked at everything happening in the stadium with a genuine smile on his lips. Although it was in a threatening way, this was a good start, wasn't it?

Slytherin is part of Hogwarts, not the enemy.These little Slytherin wizards are using their actions to prove this and rebuild Slytherin's pride.

We desire victory, but not by hook or by crook; we are ambitious, but not at the expense of others.

The pride of Slytherin House should not come from blood, but from its own achievements.

Just like Slytherin himself, his achievements in magic have already dominated an era, so he deserves to be praised.

And it's definitely not because of his meanness and paranoia.

"It's really troublesome." Aesop complained while applauding.

Sirius was in a particularly good mood: "Why, you can't bear to see your own house lose the game? But then again, it's such a rare game. No one was injured in the game between Gryffindor and Slytherin."

Aesop rolled his eyes: "Have you forgotten why I'm here? Wait a minute and ask Dean Snape. He needs to contribute to improving the Wolfsbane potion. Do you think that seeing his college lose the game, he Will you feel better?"

"Uh..." Without thinking, Sirius could see Snape's gloomy face in the stands opposite, and even the little wizards around him seemed to be covered by dark clouds and did not dare to make a sound.This scene is completely different from the half of the stands that turned into a sea of ​​mirth to celebrate the victory.

"By the way, one more thing, remember to tell your werewolf friends." Aesop patted Sirius on the shoulder, "The rumor that the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts is cursed is true, so let He should be more careful these days.”

Sirius' expression suddenly became serious, because the joy from the Gryffindor team's victory was gone - if this rumor was true, then the rumor that the person who cursed was Voldemort must also be true.

You can doubt Voldemort's IQ, but you can't doubt his ability. His curse is definitely not that easy to deal with.

……

"Improved Wolfsbane potion?" Snape frowned.

Aesop nodded. When he made this request, he did not mention that it was to help Professor Luping. After all, the relationship between the dean and these four "beasts" was not very harmonious.

"You have just been promoted to Sage Mage. You can consolidate your magic power in the next period of time. I think you should have time to study magic potions. Of course, if you are willing, we can share the experience of the Archmage."

"So you have grown up to be a professor who can instruct you, Aesop." Mr. Snape's words were as harsh as ever.

Aesop touched his nose: "That's not a big deal, Dean, the archmage is just a little more active in magic power, and in some aspects it is not as good as the average mage, just like my level of potions." I can’t compare with you at all, so I can only ask you for help.”

Aesop's top hats were piled up as if they were free of charge. He had been with the dean for so many years and knew that this gentleman who always had a bad face was just a tsundere.

"Aesop, it's just as I expected. Your plot is really not trivial."