Upstaging the Host? Resignation Was No Longer an Option

Aaron looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting calmly in the faculty section, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Is it really necessary? Do you really need to emphasize this at the opening banquet?

The song that the headmaster sang was definitely not his own idea, at least not the final warning. The headmaster wouldn't have dared to spout such nonsense at the opening banquet without his permission.

While most people might not take the warnings seriously, a minority, especially freshmen, might not.

"Euan Abercrombie." Professor McGonagall called out the first name, and a shy little boy stumbled forward and sat down on the stool.

She placed the Gryffindor hat on Euan's head, and after a brief moment of thought, the slit beside the brim opened, "Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor students applauded and welcomed the first freshman of the school year to their table.

Daisy Gleeson.

"Ravenclaw".

"Samuel Stan".

"Slytherin."

The number of new students gradually dwindled, and enthusiastic applause frequently erupted from the four colleges.

With the last young Warlock being taken to Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall put away the house hat and stool, and the house ceremony officially ended.

"Welcome to our new students and returning students alike." Dumbledore stood up, and under everyone's expectant gaze, smiled and said, "I want to say... eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, various delicious dishes suddenly appeared on the four long college Long Table and the faculty seating area.

The Great Hall erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheerful laughter as Warlock of all ages began to feast.

Aaron placed Abei on the table, filled a plate with meat for it, and then began to slowly enjoy his dinner.

However, when he glanced at the dozen or so freshmen during the meal, he inexplicably felt a little heartbroken.

The Prefect also had to take care of these eleven-year-old freshmen. Although Warlock are more mature than Muggle, managing them was simply a waste of his energy.

I must resign.

I'll go and hand in my resignation to Professor Snape tomorrow.

Aaron immediately made up his mind. Prefect? Let whoever wants to be it, he'd rather not be it.

After the students had eaten and drunk their fill, Dumbledore stood up again, and the noisy Great Hall immediately quieted down.

"I want to mention some points to note for first-year students and some overly lively upperclassmen."

First, students are not allowed to enter the Forbidden Forest at will.

Secondly, Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to tell everyone that no one is allowed to cast spells in the hallways during breaks. As for the other rules, they are posted on the door of Mr. Filch's office.

"In addition, there have been two changes to our teaching staff this academic year."

First, we welcome Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be teaching you Care of Magical Creatures, while Professor Hagrid will be temporarily leaving his post.

"That big oaf obviously doesn't go to school," Pansy laughed.

"It's not very polite to talk about a big, dumb guy behind his back," Aaron said speechlessly. "He taught us for two years, after all."

"Yes! I remember it vividly." Draco said with a smirk, "But just thinking about it makes my arm hurt. That Hippogriff almost killed me."

"Isn't that something you brought upon yourself?"

Draco:...

"We also welcome our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore pointed to Umbridge. "Professor Umbridge Dolores Umbridge, I'd like to join you all in wishing you good luck."

The school's Quidditch selection will be held at...

"Cough cough!"

Umbridge stood up, Dumbledore's voice stopped abruptly, and the entire Great Hall fell silent in an instant.

Dumbledore was clearly taken aback, and the others also looked at the new professor with surprise.

The principal hadn't even finished speaking when you dared to interrupt. Don't you know any manners?

Umbridge, his face plastered with a fake smile, slowly walked to the front of the stage. "Thank you, Headmaster, for your warm welcome speech."

This makes me so happy. Seeing your bright, cheerful faces smiling at me, I think we can definitely become very good friends.

"Yeah, right," George and Fred said in unison.

The others exchanged glances, and many wore amused smiles.

Aaron rolled his eyes in disdain. Umbridge should have said that to kindergarten kids; none of them would listen to him.

"The Minister for Magic has always considered the education of young male and female wizards to be of paramount importance, although each headmaster has dedicated new changes to this historic school."

Progress for the sake of progress alone should not be encouraged.

What should be preserved, we must preserve; to improve everything that should be improved, we must abolish what should have been prohibited in the first place.

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge. Your speech was very enlightening." Dumbledore led the applause, and some students who were unaware of what was going on joined in.

Sparse applause rang out in the Great Hall, but Umbridge paid no attention and went to her seat on her own.

"Goodness, I thought she would proceed gradually or step by step, but who would have thought she would dare to overstep her bounds right from the start?" Aaron chuckled. "Should we say she's bold, or that she's brainless?"

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, puzzled.

"The position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor is cursed. Guess why she will resign after a year."

"Uh... I guess Fudge will transfer him there!"

"I thought so too, but after she said that, I realized I was being narrow-minded," Aaron said meaningfully. "Umbridge will most likely be kicked out of Hogwarts by the entire school."

"No way!" Pansy exclaimed incredulously. "She was sent by Fudge after all."

Let's wait and see!

Given her character, I wouldn't be surprised if she were stuffed in a sack and beaten senseless.

Dumbledore continued the previous topic, and only after finishing did he announce that everyone should disperse.

"Slytherin freshmen, please follow me."

"I'll take you to the Slytherin common room." Aaron stood up and said, carefully counting the number of people before leading a dozen or so new students out of the Great Hall.

Continuing down the steps, through the Entrance Hall and the dark corridor, you arrive at a Dungeon.

"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Remember this place," Aaron said, pointing to a stone wall. "Hogwarts has four houses, and each house has its own common room."

Only those who pronounce the correct words can enter the rest room, but the words are not fixed, so please pay attention to the notice board.

This time, the koji is Gillyweed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone wall opened like a door, revealing a doorway.

The Merpeople in, and a dozen or so young Warlock curiously looked around at the place where they would be living.

The senior students had already gone to their respective dormitories, so the entire lounge area seemed rather empty.

The dark green color scheme, Gothic interior design, exquisite fireplace, bizarre and magical sculptures depicting Slytherin's famous adventures, and medieval tapestries all deeply attracted them.

"Slytherin is the representative of the water element, and our lounge is built underwater."

"Being able to see the scenery in the water at any time is a privilege that the other three colleges don't offer." Pansy looked at the surprised looks on the faces of the new students, a hint of pride in her eyes.

"Girls, come with me, I'll take you to the girls' dormitory."

As for the boys, they'll go to the boys' dormitory with Gaius.

"Wait a moment." Aaron stopped Pansy, then looked at the dozen or so first-year students. "Prefect have Prefect. If you encounter any problems in your studies or daily life, you can ask the Prefect for help, but don't bother me with trivial matters."

Pansy shrugged and left with the girl, while Aaron arranged for the remaining boys to be assigned to dormitories.

Back in his single room, Aaron yawned and lazily sat down on his bed.

If he weren't Prefect, he should have returned half an hour ago.

"Sign-in, Mr./Ms. Tong."

"The host Sign-in at Hogwarts and has gained ten Magic Points."

"A blessed land!" Aaron exclaimed, then took off the ring on his left hand, and half of the sealed Magical Energy immediately returned to his body.

However, the feeling of fulfillment lasted for less than three seconds before half of his Magical Energy rapidly dissipated, turning him into a human exactly like Aaron.

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

"Let's cut the pleasantries!" Aaron said. "If all goes well, Jeans should be able to obtain other magical knowledge from Ancestor Weihert, so your next step..."

"I understand, being a clone means a life of toil." The Thought Form said irritably, then seriously started counting on its fingers in front of Aaron, "Elective courses, Magic Array, homework, alchemy and enchanting knowledge, and occasionally I have to use my brain cells to give advice to the main body."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Aaron's face as he awkwardly but politely said, "This is for my own sake too. Besides, I didn't slack off when you were working hard!"

"Just hold on for a few more years, and once we reach the Holy Magus, we'll finally be free. Then things won't be so tense anymore."

"I hope so!" The Thought Form sighed softly, then opened the Secret Chamber and went inside.

Aaron placed Abei in its designated bed and lay down on the bed himself.

"Sir, open your personal panel."

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magical Energy: Main Body: 6467, Elementary Archmage; Thought Form: 6467, Elementary Archmage; Total: 12934 (Beginner Grand Archmage, an extremely rare existence in the Magic World)]

[Talent: Once in a Millennium (Increases Magical Energy by 4 points daily, physical body by 2 points, Thought Form by 2 points)]

[Items: Moon Drop (2/3 can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that died within one hour)]

[Magic Points: 50]

"Fifty Magic Points! That's a bit low!" Aaron murmured. "System, open the quest panel!"

"Okay, host."

[Be a responsible and dedicated Prefect (from now until the end of this semester);]

The reward for completing the task is 1200 Magic Points. There is no penalty for failure. Do you accept?

Holy crap!

Aaron couldn't help but swear, and was so frustrated he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You did it on purpose, Mr. President, you absolutely did it on purpose."

"Host, please don't wrong the system. This mission is purely to improve your abilities."

"Heh! You think I'd believe that?"

"With the energy of a Prefect, wouldn't it be better to improve your Forbidden Magic Array proficiency? Enchanting water might even raise your rank by a small amount."

After a moment of silence, the system said, "The host can choose not to accept it."

Aaron inexplicably felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart.

He didn't want to accept it, but the problem was that the reward for completing the task was 1,200 Magic Points!

If the reward is less than 300, he will refuse without hesitation; if the reward is less than 500, he might hesitate; but this 1000... it can only be said that the system is giving too much, and he can't refuse.

Aaron took a deep breath. "I accept!"

"Just consider it working to earn money, it's nothing to be ashamed of!"

"The host has made a wise decision," the system said with satisfaction.

"Speaking of which, why is there still only this one task? And why does it take so long to complete?"

Isn't there a type that's short-term, low-risk, and high-return?

System:...

Aaron realized he was being a bit unreasonable, so he chuckled and changed his tune, saying, "Lower returns are fine, as long as the time is short and the risk is low, I don't mind."

"The system issues tasks based on the host's contact with the relevant matters."

Tasks that are easy to accomplish don't qualify for a spot on the task panel. If the host wants to obtain as many tasks as possible, they can focus on the big bosses, such as... Voldemort.

"Farewell," Aaron said abruptly.

He wants a stealthy, low-success-rate, high-suicide-rate, extremely exciting, and hate-inducing extreme sport.

Even though he is now immortal, he can only keep his distance from those old cunning bastards who he can't beat.

The next morning, Aaron took Abei to the Great Hall for breakfast very early.

Just as the man and the dragon were enjoying their meal, a shadow appeared on their dining table.

Snape stood opposite Aaron with his arms crossed and a blank expression. "You don't want to be Prefect, do you?"

Aaron blinked blankly, then inadvertently saw Draco raise an eyebrow at him as he walked out, and suddenly realized something.

He did ask Draco to suggest to Snape yesterday noon not to make him Prefect, but changed his mind that evening because of 1,200 Magic Points.

It was his oversight that he didn't have time to tell Draco, but it's only the first day of school! Isn't your efficiency a bit too high?

"Uh... Professor, I know you might not like what I'm saying, but please let me explain."

"I won't explain," Snape said with a dark face. "You were personally chosen by Dumbledore, and I won't agree to it."

Aaron:...

Disagree? Good!

If you agree, I'll be the one in an awkward situation.

Seeing that Aaron seemed a little lost in thought, Snape thought he had been too harsh, so he said in a gentler tone, "No one at Hogwarts knows you better than me, and I know that the position of Prefect is a burden that is neither too big nor too small for you."

But you are the most suitable person for this position, especially since the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor this year was sent by the Ministry of Magic.

"Alright! Alright!" Aaron feigned impatience. "Don't try to persuade me like this. I'll take the Prefect."