Chapter 350 Arnold Weasley, let us encourage each other
Slytherin common room.
As soon as Aaron returned, he saw Draco holding a copy of The Daily Prophet, laughing and chatting.
"Any good news?"
"Of course there is."
Draco's face was beaming with a gloating smile.
"After the Quidditch World Cup, Rita Skeeter cooked up another news story, and you'll never guess who the protagonist is."
"Harry Potter? Or Ron Weasley?"
Aaron asked tentatively, in his opinion, these two were the only ones who could make Draco Malfoy so excited.
"Neither."
Draco said with a playful smile, "It's Arnold Weasley."
"Arnold Weasley?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow slightly, "Is this Ron's relative? I've never heard him mention such a relative."
"Hahahaha..."
Draco clutched his stomach and laughed for a while before unfolding The Daily Prophet and reading, "The Ministry of Magic has been plunged into new embarrassment by the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley from the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts."
Hearing this, Aaron blinked, "Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts... could it be Arthur Weasley?"
"Exactly, it's him, my dad's arch-nemesis."
Draco couldn't help but laugh again, "He's in the newspaper, but this isn't last year's family vacation photo.
What's even more ridiculous is that Rita Skeeter didn't even get his name right; there's nothing more embarrassing than that.
My dad popped open a bottle of champagne when he found out."
Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "No wonder Gines said Rita Skeeter is the most unprincipled journalist."
"Principles aren't important; it's important that readers are happy."
Draco said with rare seriousness, "Otherwise, she wouldn't be a reporter for The Daily Prophet."
"What did Arthur do wrong?"
"The newspaper says our Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor, Alastor Moody, triggered a false alarm at his home and got into an argument with a few Muggle police officers.
Weasley modified the memories of these officers to help him get away."
"Sounds fine to me!"
"It is fine, but... Arnold Weasley, it's just too funny."
Draco said with a smug laugh, "I'm definitely going to show this newspaper to Ron Weasley tomorrow."
"I'll give you a piece of advice: you can give him the newspaper, but don't say anything extra."
"This..."
Draco seemed a bit deflated, "I was just going to joke with him, it should be fine, right?"
"Arthur Weasley helped Alastor Moody out of a bind, but you're making fun of his son because of it."
Aaron looked at him playfully and said, "Is there any difference between that and rubbing his face in the dirt? Or are you trying to test the temper of our Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor?"
Upon hearing this, Draco's face turned pale, and it took him a while to recover.
He almost forgot about this; now Weasley has a crazy Aurorbacking him.
If Moody stood up for him, he would definitely be in trouble.
"I'll let him off the hook this time," Draco said.
"Stubborn."
Aaron rolled his eyes at him and walked back to his dormitory with Abey in his arms.
After closing the door tightly, Aaron lifted a floor tile and chanted a Dragon Language spell to open the secret passage to Shenming Hall.
After walking a long way through the dark passage, the man and the dragon finally entered Shenming Hall.
As soon as they entered, hundreds of Black Shadow Ninjas knelt in unison, instantly creating a full sense of ceremony.
At the end of the palace, the thought form sat on the throne with a faint smile, as if receiving an envoy from another country.
"Holy crab!"
Aaron slapped his forehead in exasperation, "This is the first time I've felt like I deserved a beating.
I really should have recalled the thought form."
"No, I was just kidding."
The thought form chuckled and stepped down from the throne, "I've been alone in the Chamber of Secrets for two months, and every time I go out, I have to sneak around.
Please be a little understanding!"
"Be content, you."
Aaron said irritably, "I've been wanting to switch with you; you don't know how miserable my holiday was."
The main body and the thought form exchanged memories; they looked at each other and sighed simultaneously.
"What a hard life!"
The thought form said dejectedly, "There's a reason why so many of our ancestors stayed in other worlds to live!"
"Don't think too much about it; even if we wanted to run, we'd need capital."
Aaron took out two bottles of white wine from Abey's pocket, handed one to the thought form, and then drank his own.
"Even with capital, it wouldn't work; there are too many attachments in this world.
So, there has always been only one path before us: follow the rules.
Although it's a bit tough, it's correct, isn't it?"
"It all comes down to getting stronger!"
The thought form took a big gulp of wine, then raised his right hand, and three brilliant magic circles—red, purple, and blue—appeared simultaneously, arranged together.
"The ultimate magic circle is still difficult to cast instantly; perhaps I'll see significant progress only after my overall strength increases by one Class.
However, I can already achieve this level with advanced magic circles; a triple overlay is no problem.
In addition, I've thoroughly studied Professor Snape's notes."
Aaron nodded; after receiving the thought form's memories, he could also achieve the same effect.
"I've also learned some special uses for elemental magic.
Although there's still a gap before I can use them with ease, I'm already proficient with basic sealing magic.
Ancestor Wehert taught me a special defensive magic, which I should fully master this semester."
"The gun?"
The thought form asked with interest, "Aren't you going to show it to me?"
Aaron's mouth curved upward, and he took out the flintlock pistol, placing it on the storage rack.
"If you're going to test it, it's best to be careful; this is a weapon that can wound a dragon."
"Don't worry, I know my limits; I won't lose myself in play.
You should have some confidence in yourself."
Aaron shrugged, not denying it, and then said, "There are two things I need you to make time for."
"I knew you wouldn't come all this way just to see me."
The thought form said with a calm smile, "Clones just aren't destined for an easy life!"
"At least you were lounging around when I was suffering!"
Aaron said irritably, then winked at Abey.
The Sacred Dragon immediately took out several books from his pocket and spread them out on a table.
"Books on gun maintenance, enchanting arrays, and Mugglebullet production are all here.
Master these, and you'll be able to repair any broken weapon easily in the future."
"Understood, I'll study them when I have time," the thought form said.
"Anything else?"
Aaron showed a kind smile, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, "Also, there's Professor Trelawney's homework; it's due before next Monday."
thought form:...Or maybe you should just recall me!
After coming out of Shenming Hall, Aaron felt a sense of lightness, as if he had expelled toxins.
The best psychological teacher is oneself! Comforting oneself, encouraging oneself—these are all real, without any deception.
The popularity of the Triwizard Tournament only grew, but gradually everyone's attention was drawn to Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.
Because every Wizard who finished Defense Against the Dark Arts Class praised Moody endlessly, yet remained secretive, which made others full of interest in this legendary Auror.
Two days later, the fourth-Class Wizards of Gryffindor and Slytherin had their first Defense Against the Dark Arts Classof the semester.
The atmosphere in the classroom was exceptionally quiet, as the teacher of this Class was notoriously tough, and no one in all of Hogwarts, except Dumbledore, received his deference.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A limping sound came from the corridor; Moody walked into the classroom, his exaggerated magical eye constantly rotating.
"Put away your textbooks.
You won't need those things in my Class."
After the students stuffed their copies of "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" into their bags, Moody took out a roster and began calling names.
His normal right eye moved down the list, while his strange left eye stared at each student whose name was called.
After confirming no one was absent, he wrote his name on the blackboard, "Alastor Moody, formerly an Auror, invited by Dumbledore to teach here for one year.
I'll only teach for one year, and after that, I'll return to a peaceful retirement.
Before I came, I received a letter from Professor Lupin, in which he gave me a detailed account of your progress in this subject.
You should know how to deal with some Dark Artscreatures, Boggarts, Red Caps, and the like, right?"
The students did not respond, but many nodded in agreement under the gaze of his magical eye.
"When it comes to defending against Dark Arts, I've always advocated for more practice."
Moody said earnestly, "But first, can any of you tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?"
"Sir, there are three," Hermione said somewhat nervously.
"Why are they called that?"
"Because they are unforgivable, using any of them will..."
"Will send you straight to Azkaban."
Moody interrupted her, then looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Professor Lupin's letter to me said to pay special attention to a certain... Slytherin, because this Wizard is truly incredible, capable of using an Unforgivable Curse in his third Class."
Gulp!
Aaron was on pins and needles, swallowing with difficulty.
He knew without a doubt that all eyes were on him now.
Motherfucker!
Aaron cursed that bastard Lupin to hell in his heart.
He felt he had been good enough to this Werewolf Professor, giving him all due respect, but he never expected Lupin to sell him out like this.
"Mr. Gaius, do you know who this person is?"
"I don't know, but it's definitely not me," Aaron said righteously.
As long as I don't admit it, you can't do anything to me.
What? Lupin wrote you a letter?
That's blatant slander; he has no evidence, and it's well known that Werewolves generally have low credibility.
"Hmph!"
Moody snorted lightly, then faced the crowd, "The Ministry says you're too young to be exposed to such spells, but I don't think so.
You must understand your opponents and be fully prepared."