True Fragrance? An Extremely Easy Teaching Mission

"I'll teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Aaron stared in astonishment, his eyes wide. "Are you serious?"

The three nodded in unison, their tense expressions tinged with certainty.

"Wait, wait."

Please have a seat, let me catch my breath!

Harry, his two friends, and Aaron exchanged glances and sat down at the same table.

"Because Umbridge doesn't teach, you want me to be your teacher?"

That's one way to understand it.

Although it was somewhat sudden, we all agreed that you were the most suitable candidate.

"Heh! I really don't understand where you get the nerve to say such things."

Ron's face flushed slightly. "Is there a problem?"

"This is a big problem." Aaron glanced at him speechlessly, somewhat annoyed by his lack of ambition, and said, "You are the youngest son of the Weasley family, a Pure-blood wizard family. Your talent would be considered excellent even at Hogwarts."

Your two older brothers are graduating seventh-year Warlock, your best friend Harry Potter can summon a complete Patronus to repel Dementor, and Hermione Granger is one of the top three students in the entire school. Don't all of that mean you can't be taught a lesson?"

Ron:...

I don't feel sick, but I just feel a little heartbroken.

"Ahem!" Hermione coughed. "That's not how it works."

Regardless of Ron's talent, his academic performance is undeniable. If it weren't for Mrs. Weasley's encouragement, he probably would have already gone astray.

"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, his mouth agape, "How could you say that?"

Speaking such a blunt truth... and he's still letting himself go? Doesn't he have any pride?

"Sorry, but if you want to copy my homework, you'd better shut up first."

Ron's lips twitched, and he looked at Harry with a wronged expression.

He inexplicably felt a stab to his heart, a cold, sharp pain.

Harry shook his head at him sympathetically, indicating that he couldn't help, since Ron wasn't the only one who needed to copy homework.

"It's true that George and Fred are seventh-grade students, but they're busy with their own careers and don't pay much attention to their studies. They've only passed three of the Ordinary Wizarding Level exam."

As for Harry and me... we know our limitations; combined, we probably don't even amount to half of what you have."

"I understand that you don't want to waste time on theory, but you and Harry together are good enough to get a passing grade on the exam, so you don't need my help."

"Stop pretending to be confused, okay?" Hermione was amused by Aaron's dismissive attitude. "You know we're not looking for exam scores, but practical skills."

We need to prepare for the fight against the You-Know-Who, but we never expected the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to be so irresponsible.

"Hmm..." Aaron hesitated for a moment before speaking hesitantly, "I think I understand now. Your practical skills are not bad either, especially Harry, who has fought against Voldemort."

"I'm no match for you. You're the third challenge in the Triwizard Tournament..."

Harry's voice abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence.

Because Abei was looking at him with harmless eyes, but its two front paws had already revealed sharp claws and teeth.

"What's wrong with me?" Aaron asked playfully. "Go on, tell me!"

Gollum!

Harry swallowed hard.

He didn't think Abei would attack him, but he didn't dare gamble; a dragon was far more dangerous than Umbridge's confinement.

"Nothing?"

Aaron gave him a 'sensible' look, then said, "The worst thing you can do is spread false rumors about me, or tomorrow you'll find the entire Slytherin student council declaring everywhere that someone has lost their mind."

Harry Potter:...

What is this? A warning?

"What's wrong with you two?" Hermione looked at the two suspiciously, feeling that they were hiding something from them.

"No, I don't want that." Aaron waved his hand casually.

"Sir, we desperately need you right now. You've had a few dealings with Voldemort." Hermione chuckled, then added self-deprecatingly, "After all this time, I still can't easily pronounce his name."

"You and Harry know the most about You-Know-Who, you even know him better than Harry, so you're the most suitable person to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But I'm so busy!"

Giving you occasional pointers is fine, but providing systematic instruction is really asking too much.

In his youth, he inexplicably added two advanced Magic Array courses to his curriculum. In addition, there were assignments from his teachers and tasks from his Prefect. If it weren't for the fact that he could freely manage his time Defense Against the Dark Arts class, even with the pressure of his Thought Form, he would have been stretched thin.

"Would you like to think about it?" Hermione said patiently. "We came to you after a lot of hard work."

"Well... I have something to do, so I'll be going now." Aaron didn't give a clear answer, picked up Abei, and turned to leave.

"Does this count as a rejection?" Ron asked tentatively.

"I think so!"

"What do you know?" Hermione glared at the two of them angrily. "The fact that he hasn't explicitly rejected me means there's still hope. He'll figure it out sooner or later."

Back in the dormitory, Aaron calmly sat down in a chair. "Being Prefect is tiring enough. Teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts is like pulling a millstone on a donkey."

I expect they'll give up after a while; if that doesn't work, I'll just have to refuse them outright.

"I'd rather starve to death, die outside, or drown in Black Lake than become a teacher."

However, this firm resolve began to waver after a few days.

[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. [Accepted]

[Teach students who are willing to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts (requiring them to fulfill their responsibilities as teachers).]

The reward for completing the task is 500 Magic Points. There is no penalty for failure. Do you accept?

Aaron looked at the first System Mission that was not easy to appear, and inexplicably felt a toothache.

Damn! You can't just make a promise like that.

"System, translate this for me, what does it mean?"

I accepted the Prefect; after all, the salary was acceptable to me.

But teacher... that's too much!

"This is to enhance the host's abilities," the system stated righteously. "Being able to teach others and mastering it yourself are two different levels, and the host can also review and learn new things during the teaching process!"

"Who are you trying to fool?" Aaron scoffed. "Reviewing the old to learn the new? I haven't even learned the new stuff yet, how can I have time to teach them?"

"The host can choose not to accept it."

"Hmph! Accepting it isn't impossible, but isn't five weeks of Magic Points a bit too few?"

"If the host doesn't like it, he/she doesn't have to accept it. After all, you can earn it back by Sign-in for fifty days at Hogwarts."

Fifty days is easy to say, but what he lacks now is time.

Aaron inwardly complained, and continued, "The Prefect gets 1200, but the teacher only gets 500. Isn't that a bit unfair?"

"To correct you, it's a temporary teacher," the system emphasized. "The host doesn't need to prepare teaching materials, and the time is also up to you. The teaching task is dozens of times easier than that of a real teacher."

Even if you say that...

"The host can choose not to accept," the leader said again, his voice full of confidence.

Aaron looked at the mission panel and gritted his teeth in frustration.

Even a mosquito bite is still meat; 500 Magic Points are enough for him to skip two months of hard work.

"Is there a requirement for the number of students?" Aaron asked in a deep voice.

His energy was limited after all. There must be quite a few students willing to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts. If the number of students was too large, let alone 500 Magic Points, even 1,000... he would have to hesitate.

"More than one".

"Oh! Humanized, I like it." Aaron raised an eyebrow, feeling a sense of relief. This task didn't seem so tiring.

Are there any age requirements for students?

"No."

"I accept, I absolutely accept." Aaron said somewhat hastily. The number of participants, their ages, and even the teaching time were all decided by him, so what was the difference between these 500 Magic Points and giving them away for free?

Thinking this, he excitedly walked out of the dormitory and went to the Slytherin common room.

He pulled out a list of Slytherin students from a bookshelf and began searching for candidates.

He decided to abandon the low-level Warlock; these students might not even know the basic Levitation Charm, and teaching them would only be a waste of his time.

As for high-ranking Warlock, they are also unacceptable. They are busy with exams and job hunting after graduation, and may not have time to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts. Moreover, they probably don't want to find someone younger than themselves to be their teacher.

"Level 4 or 5?"

Aaron silently drew an age line in his mind.

Besides age, a student's personality and talent are also important.

He is gentle and has excellent talent, so teaching him is not difficult. But if he finds someone with poor talent and a bad temper, it will be much more difficult to achieve the same result.

Gradually, he set his sights on fourth-year student Xilin Mack. This junior perfectly met his requirements: talented, with a good personality, good looks, and ambitious. Most importantly, she respected him very much.

"Xilin, come here for a second, I need to talk to you."

"What's wrong, senior?"

What are your thoughts on Defense Against the Dark Arts?

"This..." Xilin hesitated for a moment, a conflicted look flashing across her pretty face.

"Don't worry, say whatever you want." Aaron said calmly, "I don't even consider Dolores Umbridge."

Xilin nodded slightly and whispered, "I really don't think she's fit to be our teacher. The most important thing about Defense Against the Dark Arts is practice, but she makes us learn theory. Luckily, our OWLs exam is next semester, otherwise we definitely wouldn't have passed this course."

"Hmm... that's absolutely right." Aaron paused for a moment, then said solemnly, "I plan to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts. Would you like to learn?"

Xilin was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red instantly after she realized what was happening.

What's going on?

It was like a pie falling from the sky, landing perfectly on her head; the surprise was too sudden.

Seeing her excited expression, Aaron shook his head speechlessly. "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes, of course I'm willing."

Senior, if I may ask, are you only taking me as your student?

"That's true for now," Aaron said seriously. "After all, I have high expectations for my students; perhaps that's just Slytherin tradition!"

Xilin smiled even more happily, and her eyes shone even brighter when she looked at Aaron.

"Then, teacher..."

"Just call me senior!"

"Okay, senior, when do we start classes?" Xilin asked, her eyelids drooping. "Where are the classes held? In your dorm? I heard from Malfoy that you have single rooms..."

"Stop." A few black lines appeared on Aaron's forehead. He knew this girl was his little fangirl, but what she said was just too damn inappropriate.

You're only a fourteen-year-old girl, do you really need to be so open-minded?

"Stop thinking about these things like this. We're just classmates, nothing more. Do you understand?"

Xilin blinked, indicating her agreement.

There's plenty of time ahead. She's currently the only female student the senior has, so there might be opportunities in the future.

"Let's set the time on Monday or Sunday. You can come see me when you're free. As for the location... I'll let you know as soon as I've decided."

"Isn't this the senior students' dormitory?"

Aaron's lips twitched, and his tone became more stern, "No, if you continue to have this idea, I don't mind changing students."

"I know." Xilin stuck out her tongue sullenly, then ran back to the girls' dormitory with her books.

"Being too charming isn't always a good thing." Aaron couldn't help but sigh to himself as he watched her cheerful figure disappear into the distance. Ever since the Triwizard Tournament, he had felt this more and more deeply. Boys still need to protect themselves when they're out in the world.

On Friday night, after Aaron finished dinner and sat down in the common lounge, Xilin came up to him.

She took out a box, opened it, and handed it to Abei.

Slurp!

Abei looked at the box containing a few chicken legs, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then looked longingly at his owner.

"Eat it!" Aaron said helplessly.

Abei immediately beamed with joy, jumped onto the table, and started showing off tonight's late-night snack.

"Senior, what time tomorrow?" Xilin asked shyly, "And where?"

"After breakfast, we'll meet in the Potions Classroom."

"Would Professor Snape mind?" Xilin, somewhat worried.

"Don't worry." Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "Professor Snape is quite lenient towards Slytherin. I can just give him a heads-up."

The next morning, in the Great Hall.

Xilin sat opposite Aaron with a beaming smile, feeding Abei every now and then.

"You two..." Draco asked curiously, "When did you get together?"

"It's not what you think," Aaron said irritably. "Before I turned ten, I never wanted to think about this kind of thing."

"Is that so?" Draco raised an eyebrow with a playful look, watching Xilin, who was having a friendly conversation with Abei.

In his memory, the only women who could get along so well with this dragon besides Hermione and Aaron's sister were the other two. Now that there was suddenly a beautiful Slytherin, it was hard for him not to be suspicious.

Aaron knew he didn't believe him when he saw this, but he didn't care. He rolled his eyes and went to Professor Snape at the High Table 'Professor Snape table.

Given his relationship with Professor Snape, the Potions Classroom wouldn't necessarily need his approval, but now that the school has an additional High Inquisitor, following the proper procedures can avoid any unforeseen complications.