Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Fred and George went big, they set off a huge Filibuster firework, and when the huge green and gold dragon flew around the corridors, Aries wanted to shout: Well done!

That afternoon, the old toad was busy as hell. The giant fireworks dragon would keep spitting out small fireworks. When Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and other professors saw fireworks flying into their classrooms, they would send someone to call Umbridge over. Their unanimous reason was: we can't get involved in things that are not related to our subjects.

Aris, Harry, Fred, George and others hid in the corner and laughed so hard that they fell over.

"I really hope the old toad will try to use a stunning spell on the dragon," Fred said hopefully, "then the dragon scales made of fireworks will explode!"

"Or use the Vanishing Charm," George said with a grin, "which would make this firework dragon grow ten times bigger!"

"I have to say," said Aeris, "you two are both geniuses when it comes to pranks."

That night, in the Gryffindor common room, Fred and George became Gryffindor's heroes, and even the most law-abiding Hermione cheered and praised them.

In the middle of the night, Fred and George performed another "Music and Dance". A huge firework phoenix flew in the playground, which definitely woke up the sleeping students and professors in the entire castle.

The next day, Umbridge brought Aeris to her office with a smirk after class.

There was a new sign outside Umbridge's office door: "Principal's Office". Aris followed Umbridge into her office with a strange look on his face.

"Is the rumor true, Professor?" Aris sat casually in an armchair and said in surprise, "You can't enter the headmaster's office after Professor Dumbledore left?"

"That's not what we're talking about today, Mr. Grindelwald," Umbridge said gently, but her tone made Aeris feel nauseous. "Would you like something to drink? Coffee, tea, iced pumpkin juice?"

"Ice pumpkin juice, please," said Aeris.

While Umbridge was distracted waving her wand, Aeris pulled a small bottle of potion from her pocket and poured it into her mouth. Umbridge didn't pay attention and added some sugar to the iced pumpkin juice.

Umbridge handed the iced pumpkin juice to Aries, who took it with a smile and took a big sip.

"So, dear," inquired Umbridge, "who set off the fireworks?"

"Not sure, ma'am!" Aeris said as he drank some iced pumpkin juice.

"Where is Dumbledore?" Umbridge asked again. "You must know this, right?"

"What reasons make you believe that Professor Dumbledore has to report to me where he goes?" Aris said after taking another sip of iced pumpkin juice.

"So, can you share some of Harry Potter's little secrets with me?" Umbridge asked in a sweet voice.

"Oh! Of course you can," Aris began to talk nonsense seriously, "His name is: Harry James Potter; Hermione, Ron and I are all his best friends; he was a great flyer in his first year, so he became the seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team; the captain at that time was also called: Oliver Wood; the names of the other team members..."

When Aries brought up the possibility that Fred and George might like Angelina at the same time, Umbridge finally exploded: "Enough... Enough..."

Aries finished the last bit of iced pumpkin juice and shook the glass in his hand. "Can I have another glass, Professor?" Aries asked expectantly.

"No!" Umbridge roared. "Get out of my office!"

Aris left Umbridge's office briskly and was found by Harry, Hermione and Ron as he was wandering aimlessly in the corridor.

"Did that old toad do anything to you?" Hermione asked worriedly, holding Aris' hands and looking him up and down.

"No," said Aris, "but from now on, you must be cautious when Umbridge hands you anything, whether it is food or drink. She just put truth serum in the iced pumpkin juice she gave me."

"What?" said Hermione in amazement. "How could she? How dare she? This is totally against..."

"For people like Umbridge, rules and regulations are the bottom line of principles, not the details of implementation," Aris said indifferently, and distributed several bottles of potions to his companions. "This is the antidote to the truth serum I made when I was free. Drink it before drinking the drink Umbridge gave you..."

"Harry Potter!" Mr. Filch came over panting. "The headmaster wants to see you!"

Harry quickly took the potion handed to him by Aris and drank it in one gulp, "What... I didn't do anything... I didn't want to see her..." Harry said somewhat incoherently.

"Do I look like I'm asking for your opinion?" said Mr. Filch hoarsely. "Come with me..."

Harry was taken away by Mr. Filch with a feeling of despair, and he looked at his companions with resentment.

When Harry came back he had a strange look on his face.

"What does the old toad want from you?" Ron asked with a gossipy look on his face.

"Bring me some tea," Harry said. "Ares was right, there was definitely something wrong with those drinks."

Hermione held her "Employment Advice" booklet thoughtfully. They were going to Professor McGonagall's office at different times on Monday for employment advice.

Time soon came to Monday afternoon, and Aris knocked on Professor McGonagall's office door.

The door opened automatically, and Aries entered the office. He sat across the desk from Professor McGonagall, looking a little reserved. Aries noticed that Professor McGonagall had a serious expression and her hands were shaking slightly.

Someone sniffed in the corner. Aeris tilted his head slightly. The old toad was sitting in a corner with a notebook in his hand, a smug smile on his face.

"Well, Mr. Grindelwald," said Professor McGonagall, "our conversation needs to discuss in detail any ideas you may have about your future career, so as to determine the courses you need to take in your sixth and seventh years. What career do you want to pursue after graduating from Hogwarts?"

"Oh... I think..." Aris chose his words carefully, "Becoming a professor at Hogwarts, Defense Against the Dark Arts class would be great..."

Professor McGonagall blinked, and a fleeting smile appeared on her serious expression.

"Since you are too young, Mr. Grindelwald," Professor McGonagall began to rummage through the desk, took out a beautiful flyer with the Hogwarts emblem printed on it, and handed it to Aris, "You may need to start as an assistant teacher..."

Umbridge coughed slightly, but Professor McGonagall ignored it.

"You should know what subjects you should study, right?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Of course!" said Aeris. "Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms..."

Umbridge coughed again, louder than the first, but Professor McGonagall still ignored her.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts requires more knowledge," said Professor McGonagall. "Although the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts have been extremely unstable in recent years, it does not mean that..."

Umbridge coughed loudly.

"Need a cough potion, Dolores?" said Professor McGonagall impatiently.

"No," said Umbridge. "I just don't know if I can interrupt you for a moment, Minerva!"

"You've already done that!" said Professor McGonagall, gritting her teeth.

"I just doubt whether Mr. Grindelwald is suitable to be a professor given his character?" Umbridge said in a greasy voice, which made Aeris feel nauseous again.

"I think Mr. Grindelwald has a good heart," said Professor McGonagall proudly. "Of course, Mr. Grindelwald, you have always been the top student in every subject in your grade. But... do you really not need a cough potion, Dolores?"

"You should have received the latest results for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class from Mr. Grindelwald," Umbridge said with a smirk, "a complete failure!"

Professor McGonagall took out a piece of pink parchment with a disgusted expression and said in a disgusted tone: "Can this thing be considered a grade? Well, Mr. Grindelwald, let's continue. My advice to you is..."

"Mr. Grindelwald's report card is so bad, can you understand it?" Umbridge said in a coquettish voice, "Why should we give him unrealistic hopes..."

"Unrealistic hope?" Professor McGonagall's voice rose several decibels. "Mr. Grindelwald is the best student I have ever taught, no doubt about it..."

The employment consultation turned into a debate between two powerful witches, and their tone was uncompromising:

Umbridge: "I tell you this, Minerva, the chances of Grindelwald becoming a professor at Hogwarts are just as great as the chances of Dumbledore becoming headmaster again..."

Professor McGonagall: "That's 100 percent!"

Umbridge: "I won't give Grindelwald any chance of becoming a professor at Hogwarts!"

Professor McGonagall: "Grindelwald, I can assure you that any professor would be happy to have you as an assistant, so your options are not limited to Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

Umbridge: "Hogwarts will never hire Grindelwald!"

Professor McGonagall: "Why? Hogwarts is not a vassal of the Ministry of Magic..."

When Professor McGonagall announced that Aries's career consultation was over, Aries hurriedly left this place of trouble, but the quarrel between the two witches could be heard from a distance.

But soon, the old toad Umbridge no longer had to worry about arguing with Professor McGonagall, because Fred and George played a bigger game.

Fred and George somehow turned an entire corridor of the school into a swamp. The key point was that Umbridge had no ability to restore the corridor.

When Umbridge caught the culprits, the brothers Fred and George, the twins had a look of ready death on their faces.

Just when Umbridge was about to ask for accountability...

Fred: "I don't think we need full-time education anymore, George!"

George: "We're thinking alike, Fred!"

Twins: "Here comes the broomstick..."

Fred and George used the Summoning Charm to summon their own brooms, then rode on them and flew up in an unusually elegant manner, shouting as they flew:

"Goodbye, old toad. Don't miss us. Weasley's Magical Joke Workshop welcomes you at No. 93 Diagon Alley. If you want to use our products to take revenge on the old toad, you can enjoy a half-price discount!"

Umbridge cast several evil spells to stop it, but Fred and George used the Vulcan spell at the same time to protect them. Two huge flaming magpies flew into the air and followed the twins to the outside of Hogwarts, flying towards the freedom they longed for.