A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Having received a barely acceptable answer, Malfoy fell silent and turned to instruct his two henchmen on how to learn the spell.

boom!

A bright light suddenly flashed, and the sudden loud noise startled everyone; Professor Flitwick almost fell off the pile of books.

Everyone looked over and saw Simon sitting there, his face blackened and his hair spiky, motionless as if he were terrified.

Looking at the feathers that had turned to ashes on the table, it's easy to guess what happened.

His deskmate Harry Potter was also affected, half of his face turning black. "We need another feather, Professor Flitwick."

Seeing this, Aaron silently shook his head in his heart. Simon's talent for magic was really exceptionally poor. If there were ten explosions in the classroom, he was responsible for at least five of them.

After class, Ron walked down the street with a dissatisfied look on his face, and said sarcastically to Harry, Simon and a Gryffindor friend, "It's Leviosa, not Lavisa!"

"She's such a troublemaker, I can't stand her. No wonder she doesn't have any friends."

At that moment, Hermione, carrying the book, walked past Ron in a hurry, bumping into him with her arm.

Her complexion was not good, and there was even a slight sob in her voice.

“I think she heard it,” Harry said.

"So what? She didn't have any friends anyway," Ron said, looking indignant.

"Ahem!" Aaron appeared behind them without them noticing. "That's not true. At least I'm her friend."

Also, here's a little suggestion: if you don't want to lose Hermione as a friend, go and apologize to her.

You should apologize to her too; after all, talking badly about someone behind their back is not a good thing.

"Why should I?" Ron's eyes darted around, but when he saw Aaron's Slytherin attire, he became much more assertive. "I didn't say anything wrong, and besides, it's none of your business as a Slytherin to concern yourself with Gryffindor's affairs."

"Oh! So that's what you were thinking!" Aaron sneered. "I was hoping to try and ease the tension between you and Malfoy, but it seems I was overthinking it."

After saying that, Aaron left without looking back. Harry wanted to stop him, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.

Chapter 29 Troll Appears, I Didn't Expect You to Have This Kind of Perception

As night fell, all the students gradually arrived at the auditorium to attend the Halloween Eve banquet.

Tonight, the school specially decorated the ceiling with Halloween themes. Looking up, you can see low-lying dark clouds slowly drifting in the dark purple glow, with silver lightning flashing across the sky from time to time.

The candles that were originally hanging in the auditorium were now covered with pumpkins, and the flames inside flickered, adding a festive touch to the auditorium.

Of course, that's not the main point. The main point is that tonight's dinner was as lavish as the one we had at the beginning of the school year.

Everyone enjoyed the food immensely, and the atmosphere was quite cheerful.

At this moment, Aaron noticed that Hermione was not at the Gryffindor table, and he frowned.

"Aaron, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Draco asked.

“It’s alright!” Aaron replied, then walked over to Harry and asked in a low voice, “Why isn’t Hermione here?”

"I don't know, she didn't come to class this afternoon!"

“I know!” Neville, who was sitting next to her, raised his hand and said, “Barty said she wouldn’t come out of the bathroom, and that Hermione had been hiding inside crying all afternoon.”

Aaron paused, then looked at Ron, who was happily eating, with some dissatisfaction. "Is it so hard to apologize? Even if you don't apologize, can't you at least comfort her?"

Ron shrugged helplessly, indicating that she hadn't expected Hermione to be so fragile.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Professor Quirrell ran in, shouting in panic, "Troll! In the basement!"

There's a giant in the basement.

His two sentences drew everyone's attention; the students and teachers stared at him blankly, unable to react.

"Do you understand?" Professor Quirrell's voice lowered, then his body went limp and he fainted.

The students, even the older students, were filled with panic when they saw their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor lying on the ground. They screamed involuntarily.

That's a monstrous creature, a magical being that even an adult wizard might not be able to handle.

With such a giant monster roaming uncontrollably around the school, it means their lives are constantly in danger, so it's impossible not to be afraid.

"Silence!" Dumbledore stood up from the main seat, and the students who were about to run outside stopped in their tracks.

It must be said that the most powerful white mage of this century still commands great authority; those two words were enough to calm everyone down.

"Please don't panic, everyone."

Now, prefects, lead your students back to their respective dormitories.

The teachers and I went to the basement together.

As soon as the words were spoken, order was restored instantly, and the class leaders of each college stepped forward to organize the students to leave in an orderly manner.

The teachers' expressions turned serious as they followed Dumbledore into the basement.

Snape, however, rolled his eyes and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, quickly walked towards the side door.

However, just as he was about to arrive, a white figure blocked his way.

"Get out of the way!" Snape glared at Abbe and strode forward.

"Professor Snape, where are you going?"

Snape turned around and saw Aaron, his voice tinged with helplessness and anxiety. "This has nothing to do with you. Go back to your dorm. That's where you should be right now."

“No… this is something that should concern me,” Aaron said seriously.

"Are you kidding me?" Snape's face darkened. "I'm warning you one last time, don't block my way."

“I’m not in your way.” Aaron slowly picked up Abe and said in a deep voice, “Do you remember what you promised me? Help me unconditionally before the end of this semester.”

Snape hesitated for a moment, then said, "Does it have to be now? I really have something urgent to attend to."

Aaron nodded affirmatively, and then said, "I don't know how serious your matter is, but even Headmaster Dumbledore isn't worried, so why should you? But my matter is truly extremely urgent."

Those words seemed to awaken Snape, and the anxiety on his face faded somewhat.

That's right! That thing is incredibly important, and Dumbledore knows its value better than anyone else.

If something really goes wrong, that old guy would be much more anxious than I am, but his calm demeanor clearly indicates that he is confident enough to ensure that nothing goes wrong with that thing, at least not now.

"Alright, Mr. Gaius."

What do you want me to do for you?

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief and said with an embarrassed smile, "Professor, would you be interested in going to the women's restroom with me?"

"Hmm?" A strange smile appeared on Snape's perpetually icy face, his lips twitching. "I must have misheard you. What place did you just mention? The women's restroom?"

I really didn't expect you to have such a strange hobby... Is it really appropriate for me to find out about this? Or is it really appropriate for you to waste this opportunity?

You should know how important a favor is to a Potions Master. To be honest, if I have enough materials, I can even concoct a bottle of Felix Felicis for you.

Your family shouldn't lack these materials.

Hearing this, Aaron became even more embarrassed. "Don't misunderstand, we have Felix Felicis at home too. No, I'm not a pervert."

Here's the thing: Hermione Granger is unaware of the trolls' escape; she should be in the bathroom right now.

Sometimes it's not the ten thousand that's scary, but the one in ten thousand.

With my current abilities, I'm not confident I can defeat the giant, but you definitely can.

So, I can only ask you for help.

Snape gave Aaron a deep look, seemingly lost in thought, before finally letting out a long sigh. "Let's go!"

Aaron nodded and then led the way.

Meanwhile, Harry, who was following Prefect Percy to the dormitory, suddenly thought of Hermione's situation. He quickly persuaded his best friend Ron and successfully mingled in the crowd, avoiding Percy's gaze.

Then, the two quickened their pace and rushed towards a side corridor, intending to find and inform Hermione about the troll's presence.

And so, with the same goal in mind, the two groups headed one after the other to the women's restroom.

Aaron and Snape were closer and arrived first, and were very lucky to find a huge creature that was three or four meters tall.

The troll looked dazed and confused, with bubbles coming out of its nose. Its gray-green body was covered in two tattered pieces of clothing, making it a particularly jarring sight.

It was holding a thick wooden stick in its hand and dragging it slowly forward.

An indescribable stench emanated from it, which could be smelled even by two people several meters away.

If I had to describe it, it would be the smell of decades-old stinky socks, decades-old rotten clothes, and decades-old swill mixed together.

In short, it was incredibly disgusting; even Abe buried his nose under his clothes.

With its exceptionally sensitive sense of smell, it felt it had suffered a great loss.

"Ugh~ What a coincidence!" Aaron said with a wry smile. Why did this giant have to go to the women's restroom of all places?

"As it turns out, it was just a coincidence," Snape said with a grim face. He was now somewhat glad that he had come with Aaron, otherwise Hogwarts might have seen a murder.

"Professor, it's finally your time to shine."

"Go forth, Snape Severus! Let me see the might of Headmaster Slytherin!"

Snape: ......

"Hearing you say that makes me feel something's off."

"What time is it now? Let's not worry about this."

In short, Professor, if you had been a few seconds slower, the troll would have gone into the women's restroom.

If we want to save people then, we'll have to find a different battlefield.

Of course, barring any unforeseen circumstances, I certainly won't go into the women's restroom and interfere with your valiant battle.

Snape snorted, then glared at Aaron, drew his wand, and said, "Faint!"

A pale white light shot out from the tip of the wand and struck the troll's head.

A spell made the already dim-witted giant see stars, but after staggering around a few times, it didn't fall to the ground. Instead, its steps became unsteady, and it walked unsteadily.

This attack also attracted the troll's attention, and in its rage, it turned and headed towards Snape and Aaron.

"Professor!" Aaron drew his black wand and said with some disappointment, "I could do that too."

Are you even capable of this?! If not, I'll distract it first, and you can go and rescue the person while you're at it.