Support from the Houses, Crafting Special Bullets

Slytherin common room.

As soon as Aaron stepped through the doorway, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from inside.

"Our Slytherin Champion is back!" Niall led the applause, looking at Aaron with envy and jealousy, "I knew you would be selected when I found out you signed up, but I didn't expect that you were the only one from Slytherin, eliminating all of us upperclassmen."

"I didn't think about it either." Aaron shrugged modestly, then changed the subject, "But if I participate, my chances of winning for Slytherin are definitely greater than yours."

That's true.

"You can definitely beat the other contestants," Draco said. "We don't know much about the Champion of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, but we have faith in you."

As for Hogwarts, Cedric might be a formidable opponent, but Harry Potter...

Haha! Mr. Potter might be feeling secretly pleased with himself for being Champion right now, but I believe he'll regret it once the competition starts.

He had no idea how dangerous the Triwizard Tournament was, nor how powerful his opponents were.

Aaron smiled nonchalantly, looking at the twenty-odd Warlock of all ages who were enthusiastically surrounding him, and felt a bit of a headache for a moment.

"Ahem! Ladies and gentlemen, it is a great honor to represent Slytherin in the Triwizard Tournament."

But your Champion also need rest. I need a quiet environment to think about how to deal with those three events, so... could you please move aside?

The group exchanged glances, then burst into laughter, clearing a path for Aaron to return to his dormitory.

"We need to find a way to support Aaron," Draco suggested after Aaron left. "How about a badge?"

"I think it's a good idea." Walton nodded. "Hufflepuff and Gryffindor will definitely support their house's hero, Slytherin can't be outdone."

"And there's Ravenclaw." A level 3 witch said, "Ravenclaw has no Champion. If we can gain Ravenclaw's support, our senior will have the most supporters."

Upon hearing this, everyone felt somewhat embarrassed.

That makes sense, but the problem is that Slytherin House doesn't have a good relationship with the other three houses, Ravenclaw might not support Slytherin.

"This is not a good situation!" Niall said with a wry smile. "Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff have a good relationship, they will definitely support Cedric."

"Don't worry," Draco waved his hand and said, "We'll send the badge over once it's finished. As long as we're fast enough, they can only support Aaron for now."

As for what happens next... I think after the First Task is over, they'll realize how wise their decision was.

"That's all we can do for now."

Meanwhile, Cedric, who returned to the common lounge, was also warmly welcomed by a group of Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff House has the lowest profile among the four houses of Hogwarts. They are law-abiding, hardworking, loyal, and law-abiding, with a relatively Buddhist mindset, but this does not mean that they are not Glory.

Cedric was their Prefect, who had led them to victory in Quidditch Match and was the most prestigious among the Hufflepuff. This time, he defeated Hogwarts ' first Champion, which greatly boosted the Hufflepuff' prestige. All the Hufflepuff in Class 17 admired him sincerely.

Harry became much more reserved after returning to the common room at Hogwarts. Many people came to congratulate him, but he knew his own limitations. He believed that his enrollment was a complete accident or a conspiracy, but few people believed him. Instead, they thought it was an overly humble act.

What saddened him most was that even his best friend Ron didn't believe him, and their relationship cracked for the first time.

After Aaron returned to his dormitory, he simply locked the door and picked up Abei, then opened the Secret Door leading to the Divine Thunder Hall.

After passing through the long tunnel, I saw Thought Form, Si Nian, hunched over a desk, writing furiously.

"As I expected, another happy event occurred on the eve of Halloween."

Harry was chosen as the fifth Champion.

"I understand." The Thought Form calmly put down the quill pen. "But this has nothing to do with us for now."

"It's related." Aaron shook his head and transmitted his memories from tonight to the Thought Form. "No matter what, Harry Potter n't die, or we'll become Voldemort's primary target."

After understanding Harry's dream, the Thought Form's expression became serious. It patted its forehead and said, "The pressure was already immense, and now there's another burden on us."

"There's still some time left. Have you thought about which cards you can't reveal?"

The first challenge tests courage and the ability to handle danger. If I'm not mistaken, Ba Zi will be fighting some kind of ferocious creature.

"Blast-Ended Skrewt?"

"That's possible, but we can't rule out something even more dangerous, like encountering Three-headed Dog."

The Thought Form nodded slightly, then walked to a blackboard, which was filled with the magic he currently possessed, but which ordinary level 4 Warlock could not possibly master.

"I've thought it over carefully. First of all, my Thought Form absolutely cannot be exposed unless your life is in danger."

Secondly, the Fierce Fire Curse and the Divine Thunder Hall cannot be used; these two are too exaggerated.

Then there's Apparition and Animagus; using them in public is a real hassle...

The Thought Form" erases the corresponding name with each sentence it utters, and within half a minute, half of the blackboard has been erased.

"And what about the rest?"

"My sister won't be satisfied without revealing some things, Dumbledore won't give up either." The Thought Form revealed a smug smile. "Animagus can't be used, but Transfiguration is possible. At worst, we can give Professor McGonagall a good surprise."

Dragon Patronus cannot appear, but Raven Guardian Deity are definitely not allowed.

Elemental Magic circles should be avoided if possible. Even when used, only intermediate and low-level Elemental Magic should be used. They can be cast instantly, but multiple Magic Array cannot be stacked. High-level Elemental Magic can be used when necessary, but it will take more time and requires the illusion of high energy consumption.

"As expected of me," Aaron said with satisfaction. "And what about the Dragon-Slaying Magic?"

"Try not to expose ourselves!" The Thought Form sighed helplessly. "Our bodies already possess the characteristics of fire-based Dragon Slayer Mage, so flames can't harm us. But anything can happen on the field, so whether we'll be exposed depends on the specific circumstances."

However, one's physical constitution can be revealed, Dragon-Slaying Magic... can be used under unavoidable circumstances, but the Dragon-Slaying Secret Art must never be used on the battlefield.

Aaron looked at the forbidden and weakened magic on the blackboard, pondered for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "That's fine! I understand."

"It's not over yet!" The Thought Form pointed to the storage shelf next to it, "There are these too."

"That's unnecessary!" Aaron said awkwardly. "Even if we tie our own hands, it won't be difficult to overpower the remaining four."

"That's true, but don't forget there's also Adrian among the referees!"

You know my sister's personality perfectly well— Angel's face, a devil's heart. You can't fool her without doing something completely unexpected!

Upon hearing this, Aaron's face darkened.

"Why would she be a referee if she had nothing better to do? Doesn't the Klein Family have anything else going on?"

"This only proves that her younger sister, Clea, holds more weight in her heart than we, her younger brothers," the Thought Form said dejectedly, then looked at the Lycoris on the shelf. "Jeans will definitely come to watch the match, which means that the existence of the Lycoris cannot be hidden from her."

We can make do with ordinary bullets using Transfiguration, but just in case, we should prepare a few special bullets.

Aaron swallowed hard, realizing he was probably going to lose money again.

What do you need?

"I remember there was a special material in the store, wasn't there?"

"Forget about it, I can't afford it."

The Ghost Crystal requires one hundred Magic Points, and I only have a pitiful two digits left.

"There are still 25 days until the competition, and I should be able to win in about a week."

"But that thing needs to be crafted into Divine Artifact, and it's not easy to get even one!" Aaron said somewhat reluctantly.

"I know, and I'm reluctant to part with it either." The Thought Form misses her shrugs helplessly, "But I don't want it all, just a small piece will be enough."

Aaron was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Are you confident about the enchantment?"

The Thought Form smiled smugly, "Basic enchanting is no problem."

"That's not enough; it needs to be enchanted at least three times."

"It might be possible to enchant the bullet twice before the competition," the Thought Form pondered. "However, adding one more material would make the bullet's power comparable to three enchantments."

Aaron blinked, as if he didn't understand what the material the Thought Form was talking about, and subconsciously looked at the pale reddish-gold feather on the storage shelf.

"Thunderbird Tail Feather?"

"It can only be it. The Thunderbird is a king-level raptor, possessing the power to alter the heavens. Its tail feathers contain lightning-attribute magic. Fight it..."

"How many bullets can you make?"

The Thought Form seemed to have anticipated Aaron's change in attitude, and calmly held up three fingers, "Three, you'd better use them sparingly."

"I'm done." Aaron said, looking thoughtfully at Abei, and gave her a fawning smile. "How about you contribute two scales and try?"

Abei immediately crossed her arms and took a few steps back in fear, weakly saying, "Is it okay if I only offer my saliva?"

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Saliva? Even Snape only discovered that the Holy Dragon's saliva could be used to make an appetite stimulant; that stuff had absolutely nothing to do with ammunition.

However, he was just joking. He wouldn't even let Abei shed a drop of blood, let alone scales.

"Alright, I never thought I could count on you anyway." Aaron patted its head. "But I'll give you a small task: next time you see Dumbledore's Phoenix, watch my eye and do what I say. It would be a shameful waste not to pluck a few feathers from it."

Abei immediately perked up, standing tall and proud.

It had been displeased with that bird for a long time, but it was out of fear of Dumbledore that it had caught it and stewed it long ago.

It only plucks a few hairs and doesn't feel the slightest bit guilty.