Chapter 456 Senior Investigator, Find a Qualified Teacher (1/2)

Chapter 456 Senior Investigator, Find a Qualified Teacher

"These two books are for you." Aaron put the Light Element Magic Book and the Dark Element Magic Book on the desk, "Jinns has done the job, and our ancestor Weihet has finally decided to teach us new magic."

"That's great." The thought body said excitedly, "But why do you look unhappy?"

"During the summer vacation, the ancestor Weihet will test the learning of these two magics. If nothing unexpected happens... the testing method will not be very friendly to me."

"There are gains and losses!" The thought body said comfortingly, "In general, we are not at a disadvantage."

"It's easy to talk when you are standing." Aaron curled his lips. He was the one who went to cram school at home, and he was also the one who was beaten. It had nothing to do with the thought body.

The thought body laughed and opened the magic book.

"Light element magic, dark element magic...

Hou Lixie! You must be doing this on purpose!"

"I thought so too." Aaron said with a wry smile, "We all have to work harder this school year. These two magic arrays are relatively unfamiliar to us, and we need to spend more energy to master them."

"Is this considered shooting oneself in the foot?" The thought body said depressedly. It took them four years to barely master the five elements. Now there are suddenly two more, and the workload has increased.

"It's useless to say this now. In order to avoid being beaten during the summer vacation... work hard!"

Aaron sighed slightly, picked up a piece of draft paper and began to study the use of light and dark element magic.

The next day, the auditorium.

While the students were having breakfast, the quarrel between Professor McGonagall and Umbridge came from outside.

Many students put down their cutlery and walked out of the auditorium door at the same time after hearing the sound.

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"I'm sorry, Professor, what are you insinuating?"

"I just ask you to strictly follow the established school rules when punishing my students, and to act reasonably and impartially."

"Did I hear you right? You seem to be questioning my authority over my students, Minerva."

"I absolutely don't mean that. I'm talking about your corporal punishment of students."

"I'm sorry, dear." Umbridge sighed faintly, "Your questioning of my methods is equivalent to questioning the Ministry of Magic, in other words, questioning the Minister himself.

I am a tolerant person, but there is one thing I absolutely cannot tolerate, and that is disloyalty to the Minister."

"Disloyalty to the Minister...?" Professor McGonagall was stunned. In her impression, Hogwarts has never been required to be loyal to the Minister of Magic.

Umbridge turned around and looked at the students coming out of the hall and said, "The situation at Hogwarts is much worse than I expected. Cornelius will definitely take action immediately."

"What a great official power!" Aaron couldn't help but smack his lips when he returned to the hall. "Even if the Ministry of Magic wants to reach out to Hogwarts, it won't be so blatant!"

"Don't you know?" Draco asked in surprise.

"Know what?"

"The Ministry of Magic has issued Education Order No. 23, and Dolores Umbridge has been appointed as the Senior Investigator of Hogwarts."

"Investigator?" Aaron frowned slightly, "Investigate what?"

"Investigate fellow teachers, in other words, she has the right to review the teaching qualifications of other teachers."

Hearing this, Aaron opened his mouth in surprise, and then sneered, "What a dirty politics! Has Fudge been so shameless?

Investigating teaching qualifications, then Umbridge should be the first to be expelled.

I have read all the magic defense theories she taught before going to school, but I still have to practice the spells I should learn honestly."

Draco couldn't deny that Fudge directly issued a new education decree in order to control Hogwarts. He felt that this kind of greed was ugly.

"Forget it, she is reviewing the teacher, which has nothing to do with us.

But I still remind you not to meddle in other people's business. It's only a matter of time before Umbridge's reputation is ruined. You must not get involved."

"I know." Draco nodded, but his expression was a little unnatural.

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Article 24 of the Education Charter, music is prohibited during study time...

Article 30 of the Education Charter, all Weasley products are immediately banned...

Article 45 of the Education Charter, maintain good dress, appearance and etiquette at all times...

Umbridge is completely arrogant. In addition to often appearing in other professors' classes with a small notebook, she also constantly supplements various rules, as if she is the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Grubbly-Plank did not care about her review, and could answer her questions calmly after class.

It was just that in the Divination class, Professor Trelawney seemed to be deliberately targeted.

"I want you to make a prophecy for me." Umbridge said with a smile.

It has to be said that this is asking too much, because truly effective prophecies cannot be made casually, and what is seen in the crystal ball is only one of countless possibilities.

According to Dumbledore, there are no more than five completely accurate prophecies in the sixteen years that Trelawney has been teaching.

"The third eye will not be ordered to see." Professor Trelawney said seriously.

"What a pity." Umbridge wrote a few words on her writing board.

"No, wait, wait." Professor Trelawney hurriedly stopped her. Although she was extremely angry, her job was in the hands of this senior investigator.

The situation is stronger than people. If this prophecy is not made, the job may not be kept.

"I seem to see something.

Yes, I saw something dark, and you are in very serious danger."

"Interesting, if this is the best you can do." Umbridge raised her eyebrows slightly, with a gloating smile on her face, and casually scratched on the writing board.

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Gryffindor common room

"This damned old witch." Hermione cursed fiercely, "We can't learn how to protect ourselves, we can't learn how to pass Oss, she took over the whole school."

"But what can we do?" Harry said depressedly, "She is now a senior investigator sent by the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore can't do anything about her for the time being."

"We must take action. If Umbridge is unwilling to teach us, then we can just do it ourselves."

"What to do?" Ron asked.

"Learn Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Give us a break!" Ron said listlessly, "We still have a lot of homework, Harry has to deal with Umbridge's detention, and I signed up for Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

Hermione, I hate to say this, but it's only the second week and our burden is already heavy."

"But learning defense is more important than homework." Hermione said seriously, "The You-Know-Who may come back at any time. If we don't even have the ability to protect ourselves, how can we face him and those terrible Death Eaters?"

"You mean... we go to the library to find some spells to practice on our own?" Ron said.

"No, that's not enough.

What we need is a teacher, a teacher with rich combat experience who can give us correct guidance."

"But who can we find?" Harry frowned slightly, "The teachers in the school are definitely not good enough, Umbridge is keeping a close eye on them.

Sirius can't show up, Moody and Professor Lupin are also busy with the Order of the Phoenix, Mr. Weasley..."

"No, I'm not talking about them." Hermione interrupted, "What do you think of Aaron?"

"Him?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and fell into deep thought.

"I definitely believe in Aaron's ability." Harry said embarrassedly, "Some professors may not be as good as him, but..."

"But he may not teach us." Ron took over.

"He said that if you have any questions you don't understand, you can go to him."

"He said guidance, but... we want a teacher!" Harry forced a smile, "I don't think he has that much time."

"We have to try!"

"Harry." Sirius' voice suddenly came from the fireplace.

The three turned their heads and saw Sirius' head in the red flames.

"Why are you here?" Hermione glanced around with some concern, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there was no one else.

"I'm answering Harry's letters." Sirius said, "This is the safest way I can think of."

"You wrote to him?" Hermione looked at Harry reproachfully, "Do you know that our letters may be intercepted by the Ministry of Magic?"

"I just want to know how Hagrid is doing." Harry said guiltily, "Besides, there is no "Sirius" in my letter. I used "cold", and no one will find it."

"It's really clever." Sirius praised, "Hagrid, don't worry, he and Ms. Maxime went back to their hometown, but they got separated on the way back, but there is no danger. I believe you will see him soon."

"You said you are worried about Umbridge, what is she doing?

Train you to kill all the half-bloods?"

"She doesn't let us use magic at all." Harry said indignantly.

"I'm not surprised." Sirius said lightly, "The latest intelligence says that Fudge doesn't want you to receive combat training."

"Combat?" Ron asked puzzledly, "Does he think we want to build a wizard army?"

"That's what he thinks. He thinks Dumbledore is gathering his own people to fight against the Ministry of Magic."

"It's ridiculous, this is too much!" Hermione was unable to understand, "Just because of this, he doesn't let us use magic, and he also arranged for Umbridge to occupy our Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Fudge's suspicion is getting worse and worse. He thinks Dumbledore will do whatever it takes to take away his power."

"So we plan to find a teacher ourselves." Hermione said confidently, and then looked at Sirius, "The three of us agree that Aaron is the most suitable."

"Him?" Sirius paused and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure? He is a Slytherin!"

"No?"

"No, it's not impossible." Sirius said hurriedly, "If he is willing, it would be great."

"We will convince him." Hermione said confidently.

Harry and Ron looked at each other, but it was not good to pour cold water on Hermione at this time, so they could only nod.

Ah... sneeze!

Aaron, who was in the Temple of the Gods, suddenly sneezed, and a black magic circle in front of him also collapsed, turning into black particles and dissipating.

"What's wrong?" The thought body that was enchanting the bullet three times stopped, "Don't tell me I caught a cold. Our current physique is not immune to all diseases, but we should never catch a cold in this life."

"I don't know, maybe some beautiful woman missed me!" Aaron smiled indifferently, "How is it going?"

"Not very good." The thought body sighed, "Flintlock bullets are easier to make, but the production process of revolver and the two sniper rifle bullets is more complicated. Without using magical animal feathers as auxiliary materials, it can barely be enchanted three times."

"Then can the use of magical animal feathers reach the power of four enchantments?"

"No, the increase is limited." The thought body shook its head slowly, "Unless there are more precious materials, and the consumption of using magical animal feathers for three enchantments is greater than that of two enchantments. On average, one feather can only make one bullet."

"Hiss!" Aaron couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He had to save the bullets in the future, otherwise he wouldn't have enough money to buy raw materials.

"Oh, there's also the automatic pistol." The thought body reminded.

"That's not needed." Aaron interrupted immediately, "It's good to replenish bullets with your own magic power, no need to waste materials, we really can't afford it."

"Okay!"

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The next day, the library.

Aaron sat by the window, and drew a complicated array on the notebook with a feather pen.

"Aaron, we..." Harry and the other two came over, but his voice stopped abruptly in the middle of his speech, because there was a Slytherin witch standing next to Aaron.

She glared at Harry fiercely, and then looked at Aaron stiffly, "Senior, I have classes in the afternoon, so I'll leave first."

After the Slytherin witch left, Harry scratched his head awkwardly, "Did we disturb you?"

"No."

"Who is she?" Ron joked.

"Slytherin fourth-year student, Celine McKeon.

This doesn't seem to have anything to do with you!"

"Uh..." Ron immediately pointed to Hermione beside him, "I asked for her."

"This doesn't seem to have anything to do with her either!"

"Yes." Hermione frowned slightly, and forced a smile, "It has nothing to do with me.

Excuse me, why did she come to you?"

"The key points of casting silent spells." Aaron said a little tiredly, "Since I became a prefect, an average of seven or eight students have asked me for help with learning problems every day.

If it weren't for the fact that senior wizards still have some dignity, I would probably be annoyed to death by these people."

"Oh! That's it." Hermione nodded thoughtfully, and the smile on her face was no longer stiff.

"Okay, let's talk about it." Aaron slowly closed the notebook, "My past experience tells me that it's definitely not good when the three of you come to my door together."

Three people:......