Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Christmas.

The weather was getting colder, and thick snow covered the entire Hogwarts Castle.

Because the spate of attacks has made many students panic, the number of names on the detention list is much lower than last year.

Most of the people chose to go home for Christmas, except for the students who were confident enough in their blood that they felt that the heir of Slytherin had no reason to hurt them.

Aaron woke up in the morning and went to pick up his package, Christmas presents from family and friends.

He took all the packages back to his dormitory, and couldn't wait to open the presents from his parents.

Two postcards, one is the colorful aurora, the other is the magnificent sea, plus a sentence: I hope you can visit these beautiful places one day.

"Beautiful! I really shouldn't expect anything from them, but at least it shows that they haven't forgotten that they have a son like me." Aaron smiled helplessly, and then opened the large package sent by Jins.

There were several gift boxes of different sizes in the package, which he asked Jins to specially prepare as gifts for friends.

But a long sword exuding silver light caught Aaron's sight tightly, making him subconsciously ignore the existence of those gift boxes.

This sword ranks among the top three in the family's arsenal, and it was the most satisfying work of Alge Gaius during his lifetime. It took two full months to complete.

Made of mithril, the body of the sword is enchanted with sharpness-enhancing runes, and three black magic crystals are inlaid on the hilt.

Aaron didn't forget that one of his tasks was to kill the basilisk, but powerful magical creatures were not so easy to kill, and they could even be immune to spells with limited power to a certain extent.

He is now a junior mage, not that weak, but it is a bit taken for granted to rely on magic alone to deal with a basilisk that has lived for thousands of years.

Unless all the accumulated magic points are used to improve strength at one time, it may be a bit sure to reach the level close to the magister, but it is still difficult to kill it.

Although Aaron intends to take a group of professors to reduce the dimension after finding the secret room, but just in case, he must have some means of self-protection.

Aaron picked up the long sword with some excitement. The erosion of time has hardly left any traces on it, and it is still sharp and cold.

Zheng!

With a wave of his hand, the crisp sound of the sword sounded, and a sword mark was drawn on the ground.

"As expected of the legendary sword that once killed a giant dragon." Aaron couldn't help admiring. Just ordinary sword energy can cut through rocks. If it is injected with magic power, its power can be increased many times.

"I don't like it." Abe snorted unhappily, and took out a dragon-slaying weapon in front of a dragon. Is there any greater malice than this?

"Why are you panicking?" Aaron said with a smile: "This sword has only killed ordinary dragons, but you are a holy dragon. Don't you know how thick your skin is?"

Abei pressed his four paws to the ground, and said aggrievedly, "That's the future, I'm still a baby, and I have to evolve a few more times to be invulnerable."

Aaron rolled his eyes and said earnestly: "You are almost two years old, not a baby anymore.

Also, I won't use this sword to hurt you, otherwise if Viko and the others find out, they might not know how to deal with me! "

Abe nodded, and immediately flew over Aaron's head, "I'm hungry."

"Understood, I will take you to the auditorium after I put this thing away.

By the way, bring Christmas presents to a few people. "

Moaning Myrtle's washroom.

Thick black smoke rose from the cauldron, and Harry and Ron watched nervously as Hermione dispensed the Polyjuice Potion.

The viscous potion was divided into three glasses, like bubbling mud.

"This is disgusting." Ron said with an ugly face.

"It's not the most disgusting." Harry swallowed, and set his eyes on the three glass test tubes on the sink. "I have to add Malfoy's hair, Crabbe's hair, and Goyle's hair."

vomit......

Ron subconsciously covered his mouth, wanting to spit it out in disgust.

"I have to admit that it takes a lot of courage to drink this stuff, although what Gryffindor lacks most is courage."

Hermione put the final ingredients into the glass, and the soup boiled, turning into yellow, brown and brown solutions respectively.

"It should be no problem, the reaction is the same as what was said in the book." Hermione said firmly, "After drinking it, we will have an hour to look like the three of them."

"Shall we act now?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione.

"Of course not, we still have to make final preparations."

"Still waiting?" Ron asked very puzzled, "We have been waiting for more than a month, we can't back down at the last step!"

"It's Hermione, I know you don't want to doubt him, but I'm now [-]% sure that Aaron is the heir of Slytherin." Harry said eagerly, "every time he shows up at the crime scene, even if It's me who can hear that weird sound and I'm not that accurate.

More importantly, he personally admitted to Dumbledore that he had something to hide from him, and said that it was beneficial and harmless to Hogwarts.

I'll bet that's what Salazar had in mind when he set out to get rid of Muggle-born wizards. "

"But..." Hermione opened her mouth hesitantly, "Okay! I didn't say back down, it's just...we have to make sure the real Malfoy trio don't show up when we ask Aaron questions , and we had to change our outfits."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, which they really didn't expect.

If they met the real Malfoy, Crabbe or Goyle in the Slytherin common room, they wouldn't be able to get away with it, and Slytherin wouldn't think it was a prank.

And their clothes are indeed inappropriate, not to mention the size, just the Gryffindor logo on the clothes can attract the attention of many people.

"Okay!" Ron shrugged, "Since you brought it up, I think you should have a solution!"

Hermione raised her eyebrows, and took out three pieces of chocolate cake, "I put enough hypnotics in it to make them sleep for a few hours, and then just hide them in the broom cupboard."

"What about the clothes?" Harry asked. "Should we just pick them off? Wouldn't it be too..."

"This is actually possible." Ron rubbed his hands excitedly, "If you can't do it, let me do it."

"Huh!" Hermione gave him a disgusted look, "Just shoes are enough, and their clothes can be found in the laundry room, where there are usually spares."

"Okay, then it's settled, and we will start to act tonight." Harry looked at the two of them, his eyes flashed with wisdom, "Hermione, I leave the clothes to you.

Ron, the two of us figured out how to get them to eat these cakes.

Meet here after success. "

......

As night fell, the teachers and students who chose to stay in school gathered in the auditorium for dinner.

Compared with last year, this Christmas is a bit deserted, but it is only less popular.

The auditorium is still decorated in a special style. More than a dozen Christmas trees are covered with silver frost, and the ceiling is also enchanted. Warm and dry snowflakes are constantly falling to adjust the temperature in the room.

Everyone eats with gusto, even some with ulterior motives.

When Aaron was eating, he noticed that the three of Harry were whispering, and they still looked at Draco from time to time, which made him feel a little curious, so he simply walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Merry Christmas, you three look weird."

"Have you?" Harry gave a forced smile.

"I'm not mistaken." Aaron asked meaningfully, "May I ask, what did Malfoy and the others do to make you unhappy?"

"That's not true." Ron immediately helped to change the subject, "We were just wondering why Crabbe and Goyle have such a good appetite.

The two of them devoured four muffins, and now they are the fifth. "

"Eh..." Aaron was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Both of them have always had good appetites, but I always feel that this is not the point. I vaguely heard you guys talking about Draco."

"Okay!" Harry shrugged. "We were just wondering who the heir of Slytherin really is?"

Aaron raised his eyebrows, they wouldn't be suspicious of Draco, if they were, they would be doomed to do futile work.

"Then do you have any clues?"

"Not yet." Harry tried his best not to let Aaron see his eyes, and before the plan officially started, he had to put an end to any links that might go wrong.

"What a pity.

But believe me the truth is not too far away. "Aaron half-jokingly said that Hogwarts has hundreds of students, and he excluded more than [-]% of them in the most stupid way.

Although I am a little tired, the scope has been greatly reduced, and there will be gains soon.

"Aaron." Hermione asked after hesitating for a moment, "Who do you think the heir of Slytherin might be?

A lot of people say it's Harry, and some say it's you. "

"I know this, but the truth is often only in the hands of a few people, isn't it?" Aaron didn't care. "Professor Dumbledore doesn't think we are heirs."

"By the way, where did you go today?

I prepared Christmas presents for you, but I couldn't find anyone to deliver them, so I asked Percy to deliver them to the Gryffindor common room. "

The three of them couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, and felt somewhat guilty in their hearts.

"We..." Harry stammered, but couldn't find any suitable reason for a moment.

"We went to Hagrid's." Hermione said immediately, "He doesn't seem to be in a good mood recently."

"Is that so?" Aaron didn't have any doubts. Chickens kept dying inexplicably in the chicken coop. Hagrid couldn't find the murderer, so he was naturally upset.

"Do you have anything else to do?" There was a hint of anxiety and impatience in Harry's voice. If Aaron dragged on here, their plans would have to be postponed when the three of Draco left the auditorium.

"It's okay, just to remind you not to forget to collect.

Although Hermione was the only one of you who sent me a book, I read it. "

"Sorry." Hermione blushed a little more, "I should have thought about it, you read a lot more than I do."