A Major Project? The Movement of the Planets

In the pitch-black dormitory, Aaron suddenly opened his eyes, a purple light flashing briefly in his black pupils.

"Oh, I see!"

Aaron covered his face, trying his best to suppress his laughter, but he still couldn't help it.

He had always thought this magic was related to charm, but after learning it, he realized that the principle of this magic was quite similar to hypnosis.

However, he influences consciousness and subconsciousness through magic, without needing any props; a single glance is enough.

Although it might not be of much use to people with his strength and unwavering will, it is already considered a divine skill for ordinary people.

I spent 500 Magic Points to acquire the top-tier Hypnotist secondary profession. It was a huge win!

Aaron woke up the basket-like Abei lying on its back, its pupils flashing with purple light. "Take out the snacks you've hoarded."

Abei paused for a moment, instinctively clutched his pocket tightly, and then shook his head repeatedly.

Aaron blinked blankly, thinking that Charm Magic had limited effects on Fantastic Beasts, but he wondered if it would work on ordinary animals.

On the first day, Hogwarts began classes as usual.

During the Care of Magical Creatures, Hagrid brought out several open wooden crates containing Gryffindor and Slytherin animals that the class needed to learn about.

Aaron looked at the sticky, gooey creature in the box, which resembled a freshly peeled lobster, and made no attempt to hide the disgust in his eyes.

He had to admit that the creatures of the Magic World always managed to redefine his understanding of the world.

These creatures are only a dozen centimeters long, have no heads, yet possess characteristics of both scorpions and crabs, and emit a strong, foul odor.

"Professor Hagrid, if I may ask, what is this disgusting thing?"

"This is a newly hatched Blast-Ended Skrewt, Aaron," Hagrid explained with a smile. "It's Manticore and Fire Crab."

A spark flashed and disappeared, followed by a faint explosion.

"The Blast-Ended Skrewt shoot sparks from their tails, which propels them forward," Hagrid said, a hint of pride in his eyes. "You can raise them yourselves; they'll come in handy for a big project."

"Why are we raising them?" Draco asked, puzzled. "What purpose do they serve?"

"Oh, this..."

Hagrid was momentarily at a loss, seemingly unsure of what to say.

"Draco," Aaron winked at him, "That's not the point."

"At least you should know why you're keeping this thing, right?"

Aaron rolled his eyes, then looked at him and his lips moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Draco's pupils dilated slightly, because he could barely decipher Aaron's lip reading. "Big project."

So far, the only major project related to Hogwarts is the Triwizard Tournament, meaning that the Blast-Ended Skrewt will appear in the Triwizard Tournament.

Having understood this, Draco immediately shut up and stopped asking questions.

Knowing the test questions in advance, the Blast-Ended Skrewt suddenly seemed adorable to him, and even Hagrid, the guy who leaked the questions, became much more pleasing to the eye.

"Hagrid, how are we going to take care of it?" Harry stepped in to smooth things over, giving Hagrid a way out.

"I haven't raised them much before," Hagrid chuckled. "But these creatures generally like to eat the same things: ant eggs, frog livers, and green snakes. Just try them out and you'll see."

"Are there any precautions?" Draco asked earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all filled with disbelief, and even Crabbe and Goyle were speechless.

Is this still Malfoy? When did he become so polite?

Hagrid was also taken aback for a moment before realizing what had happened. He was also surprised that Malfoy had changed his ways. As the professor in charge of the course, he still had to answer the students' questions seriously.

"There are some things to note, of course. First, their tails can explode. Second, male Blast-Ended Skrewt have thorns on their bodies, while female snails have suckers on their abdomens, which may be used to suck blood."

Therefore, when feeding them, be careful not to touch them.

Draco's lips twitched slightly. He only wanted to know about the exam questions, but this creature could burn, sting, and bite people... It would be more normal for such a ferocious creature to appear in Defense Against the Dark Arts!

"Hagrid, you're still the same as before, you like these dangerous creatures." Aaron forced a smile.

"They're not dangerous now," Hagrid said seriously. "They're only a few inches long; you could slap them to death."

"How big can they grow?" Hermione asked.

"It's not that exaggerated," Hagrid said casually, waving his hand. "It's at most about ten feet."

"Ten..."

Hermione stared in astonishment, her eyes widening as she looked at the box swarming with conch Blast-Ended Skrewt, a chill running down her spine.

Right now they are only the size of a finger, but in the future their size will increase dozens of times, and they will be real monsters!

After class, the two students from different houses left Hagrid's Hut and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

"This is disgusting. I can't believe I would feed such disgusting things to even more disgusting creatures." Draco said with disgust as he entered the bathroom and washed his hands.

"Hopefully there will be some reward, otherwise I'll have nightmares."

"There can be a return on this?" Crabbe asked doubtfully.

"Duh, these 'Blast-Ended Skrewt' are for a big project, which means we'll see them at the Triwizard Tournament."

"Really?" Goyle asked.

"It's pretty much true. Hagrid is simple-minded, all brawn and no brains, and he can't keep his mouth shut," Draco said with a confident smile. "But we're probably the only ones who would notice this, so you two better not tell anyone."

Crabbe and Goyle exchanged a glance, and Zheng nodded. "We promise not to tell anyone."

"You're not really planning to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, are you?" Aaron asked with amusement.

"I didn't want to participate, but the Ministry of Magic assured me there would be no danger to my life, and there's no limit to the number of participants, so I couldn't miss this opportunity," Draco said smugly. "I don't aspire to win the championship. Although I don't want to admit it, I'm no match for those high-ranking Warlock."

But Harry Potter will probably be there too, along with Granger and Weasley, and I don't want them stealing the spotlight.

Upon hearing this, Aaron smiled and shook his head. "Good luck."

"Wait, you're not still deciding not to participate, are you?" Draco asked, puzzled. "With your strength, you could even compete with those high-ranking Warlock."

"It would be a lie to say I'm not interested, but I genuinely think it's unnecessary," Aaron said honestly. "Besides, don't get too excited yet. All we have is the right to apply; we don't even know if we'll be selected!"

Draco scratched his head. "Never mind, there's still a month until the Triwizard Tournament. You can take your time to think about it."

Aaron shrugged. It was out of the question to even consider it; he always kept his distance from shows that offered him attention.

After lunch, it was Professor Trelawney's Divination.

The Crystal Ball was covered last semester; this time she will teach some new material.

"Darling, we should start studying the stars."

The movements of the planets and the mysterious signs they display can only be deciphered by those who understand the rules of the celestial dance. Human destiny can be deciphered through the radiation of the planets, these lights intertwining..."

Aaron listened attentively, even though he didn't understand these mystical words. But not understanding them didn't mean they were worthless.

Observing the night sky is just four simple words, but if you can incorporate things like constellation movement and seasonal changes, you'll have more confidence to fool people in the future.

Professor Trelawney gave everyone a complex circular chart to fill in the positions of the planets at the time of their birth.

This task made everyone look gloomy, which meant they would have to spend a lot of time calculating the angles of the planets.

"I have two Neptune here," Harry said with a pained expression. "But something doesn't seem right. Professor Trelawney said I was born under the ominous influence of Saturn, which is the dominant planet."

"Don't listen to that old bat's nonsense, she even predicted your birthday wrong," Ron said impatiently.

"There's only one Neptune." Aaron put down his feather pen and said nonchalantly, "Your birth actually caused a star to be born in the universe. Merlin would probably weep if he saw you."

Pfft!

Ron, barely suppressing a laugh, patted Harry on the shoulder. "Two Neptune in the sky mean a little guy with glasses is about to be born, hahaha..."

Ron had only been laughing for a few seconds when a thin face appeared in front of him, startling him so much that he fell off his chair.

"Mr. Weasley," Professor Trelawney blinked, "I think I just heard you say that a little man wearing glasses was born. You're not referring to me, are you?"

"No, Professor."

"Is the drawing finished?"

"Not yet, Professor," Ron said guiltily, as his charts didn't show a single planet.

"Mr. Weasley," Professor Trelawney said with a disappointed look, "You're quite talented, but why don't you study harder?"

"That depends on who teaches," Ron thought to himself, as he had no interest in Divination.

"Learn from your desk." Professor Trelawney picked up Aaron's chart and placed it in front of Ron, on which the positions of the eight planets were clearly arranged.

"Mr. Gaius, tell them how you managed to draw this in such a short time?"

"This... this picture is in my family's genealogy."

Not only the eight planets, but also the Sun, the Moon, and tides are meticulously recorded.

Trelawney:...

Okay! I was short-sighted.

After the bell rang, Professor Trelawney stood up and said, "Referring to your respective charts, analyze in detail the planetary movements that will affect you next month."

It must be submitted by next Monday; no excuses are allowed.

"That damn old bat," Ron muttered angrily as he ate dinner in the Great Hall. "Our weekend is over."

"A mountain of homework?" Hermione said gleefully. "You guys should have taken the Arithmancy with me. Professor Victor didn't assign any homework at all."

"It's just that they didn't keep them now," Aaron said dismissively.

"That's still better than what you're doing now, isn't it?"

Aren't you worried about the homework Trelawney assigned?

"Don't worry," Aaron said meaningfully. "I'm sure I can finish it."