Draco's Frustration, an Unexpected Exposure

"Passable? Barely passable?" Draco was so angry he laughed, and said indignantly, "Isn't that evaluation a bit too perfunctory? I actually passed!"

"Yes, senior." Xilin was also a little puzzled. "I don't see what Malfoy did wrong."

"It took too long," Aaron said calmly. "If this were a regular exam, I would give him an O (excellent) rating for his Disarming Charm. But in a real battle, those few seconds before he cast the spell would be enough to kill him several times over."

Draco, unable to refute, weakly said, "Can we do it again?"

"Okay." Aaron raised his Wand slightly, and the stone sword returned to the statue's hand.

"Expelliarmus."

Draco didn't hesitate this time and decisively recited the spell.

A beam of green light shone on the stone statue, and the stone sword fell to the floor once more.

"There shouldn't be any problems this time, right?" Draco asked confidently.

"It's definitely a bit better than before, seventy points."

"Only seventy?" Draco frowned deeply. "I'm not satisfied. Give me a reason."

Aaron pointed to the statue, "First of all, your training subject won't move, and secondly, he won't fight back. These two factors lowered the perfect score for this test by eighty points."

Draco felt a little better. "What about the remaining points?"

"And another point is deducted for your attitude," Aaron said bluntly. "You were able to use the Disarming Charm when you were level 22, I don't know what you have to be so smug about."

Draco was speechless after being rebuked and silently returned to his seat.

Aaron restored the stone statue, then winked at Xilin, "I'm with you."

Xilin stepped forward and carefully drew her Wand. "Expelliarmus."

Perhaps due to excessive tension, the curse grazed the stone statue's shoulder and flew away. The Longsword in its hand did not fall from its grasp; it merely trembled slightly before returning to its original shape.

"Clearly, a failing grade," Aaron said calmly.

"I'm sorry," Xilin said, lowering her head awkwardly. "I've disappointed you, senior."

"Don't say things like that, I don't like hearing them."

Don't underestimate yourself. What you just used was indeed Disarming Charm, it's just that your aim was a little off.

"But I didn't hit it after all."

"The Disarming Charm isn't that difficult. In fact, no more than half of the people at Hogwarts can use it," Aaron said, looking at his aggrieved little fangirl. "At least Crabbe and Goyle's Disarming Charm aren't as good as yours."

"That's true. Their Disarming Charm weren't very good; they were only able to fling their Wand away."

"Who wants to compare with those two?" Xilin said irritably. "If anyone's going to compare, it's with the senior."

"You can't beat me," Aaron said, half-laughing and half-crying. "But it's still very good that you're aware of this."

Keep going! You need to practice your Disarming Charm more.

"Expelliarmus."

"Expelliarmus."

After using the spell twice, she finally got the hang of it and knocked the Longsword out of the statue's hand.

"To be able to master the Disarming Charm in such a short time, you truly deserve to be the genius I chose!" Aaron said with satisfaction. This kind of student is the easiest to teach.

"You're nowhere near as good as me," Draco chuckled.

"If you can't even beat a level four, then you've really wasted your parents' Pure-blood genes." Aaron shook his head speechlessly, then conjured up another stone statue.

"I'll give you twenty minutes to familiarize yourselves with this spell. After twenty minutes, we'll move on to the next stage of training."

In a two-on-one fight, it's best to be mentally prepared; if you're careless... it will hurt a lot.

Draco and Xilin exchanged a glance, as if they could both see a flame flashing in each other's eyes.

The two of them each occupied a quarter of the classroom, practicing the Disarming Charm with their backs to each other.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The sound of stone swords hitting the ground echoed repeatedly, and Aaron continued to repair the training statues for them without pausing for a moment.

Twenty minutes later, Aaron waved his Wand, and the two stone statues disappeared.

A vertical line was drawn in the middle of the classroom, separating the two people.

"Informal Warlock duels do not require bowing."

The rules are that only Disarming Charm can be used, and dodging is allowed within a limited area. Once one player's weapon is disarmed, the other player cannot continue attacking.

"It's white," Xilin said.

Draco nodded seriously, but he was even more nervous.

There's nothing to brag about if a Rank 1 player beats a Rank 4 player, but losing would be incredibly embarrassing.

"Ready, go!"

Draco struck first, his green spell aimed directly at Xilin's face.

The next moment, a figure staggered back several steps, and a brown Wand fell to the ground with it.

"It's not difficult at all," Draco said.

"This is the first round victory," Aaron said, writing 1-0 on the blackboard. Then he looked at Xilin and asked, "Do you need a rest?"

"Unnecessary."

Aaron raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more.

After all, he wanted an excellent student, not a fragile one.

If he were to stop training over such a minor injury that doesn't even qualify as a scratch, then he should question his own judgment.

The second round began quickly, and as expected, Xilin's Wand was knocked from her hand.

"Two to zero." Aaron waved his Wand, and the score on the blackboard changed.

"Do you need a rest?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"Unnecessary."

"Then let's continue."

Xilin scrambled to her feet, exhausted. She had been hit by the Disarming Charm more than thirty times in just over an hour, and as a girl, she was finding it hard to withstand it.

Draco on the other side wasn't doing much better. He wasn't exactly bruised and battered, but his face was frighteningly dark.

He thought defeating a level 4 witch would be a piece of cake, but when he saw the near 1:1 ratio on the blackboard, he was furious.

He was the noble Malfoy, yet he was defeated seven or eight times by a witch of ordinary blood who was a year younger than him. It's laughable.

One or two times can be explained by coincidence, but seven or eight times cannot be explained by coincidence to deceive oneself.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Aaron clapped his hands. "You did a great job, especially Xilin, who really exceeded my expectations."

Xilin scratched her head sheepishly, "It was all taught by my seniors."

"That concludes today's training. Next week, we'll practice Shield Charm."

"Yes, I will definitely learn this spell within a week," Xilin promised confidently.

"It's okay if you can't learn it. I'll probably be your temporary teacher for a long time. If you learn too fast, I won't have anything left to teach you."

Xilin happily left the Potions Classroom, Aaron restored the space, returning all the desks and chairs to their original positions.

"How does it feel?" Aaron teased. "Do you feel a strong sense of frustration?"

Draco nodded very reluctantly. "She really just comes from an ordinary Warlock family?"

"This is the prejudice of your Malfoy family."

"Bloodline does indeed provide a talent boost, but bloodline doesn't define a person." Aaron said seriously, "Xilin comes from an ordinary background, and in the past hour or so, she went from being passively attacked to dodging attacks, and then to barely being able to counterattack, to the point that even Malfoy found it difficult."

Improving in battle sounds easy, but very few people can actually do it; at least in this respect, you can't compare to her.

Hermione is Muggle-born, yet her academic performance is consistently superior to yours, and she has mastered many practical spells.

Ron and Neville are Pure-blood, and they waste their talents even more extravagantly than you do.

Draco was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "I'm certainly not inferior to them."

"Then you'll have to work hard. Set a small goal first: defeat Harry Potter."

Draco:...

The second task has officially entered its initial stage, and Aaron feels much more relaxed.

By dedicating two hours each week to teaching, I can earn 500 Magic Points at the end of the school year, which is quite a good deal overall.

Aaron's school life returned to normal. Every day, besides Sign-in and attending classes, he practiced Magic Array and steadily improved his strength.

This peaceful period didn't last long; a few days later, Harry and his two companions ambushed him at the library.

"Have you considered the situation with the Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Hermione asked again.

Aaron sighed helplessly. He hadn't expected these three to be so persistent, refusing to give up until they hit a brick wall.

"Well... you might be disappointed."

If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me. I'm not a teacher; that's too tiring.

"You can't do this to me," Ron complained. "You'd rather teach Slytherin than us?"

"Who told you this?" Aaron frowned slightly, knowing that besides Draco and Xilin, only a few professors knew about this.

Draco and Xilin would definitely not blab; Professor McGonagall would absolutely keep it a secret, because if it got out, others might follow suit, and then she, as the vice-principal, would be in trouble; Umbridge was even less likely, as it would have a certain impact on her authority; but it couldn't possibly be Professor Snape and Professor Flitwick, could it?

Just as Aaron was pondering, Hermione suddenly asked, "Just tell us if this happened or not?"

"I'm Slytherin Prefect, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to teach one or two students!"

"Alright! Let me put it another way."

"Would you rather teach Malfoy than us?"

"Draco told you?" Aaron looked at the three of them suspiciously. He didn't think Draco would be foolish enough to spread such a thing around.

"Malfoy is indeed arrogant, but it really wasn't him who snitched," Harry said with a complicated expression. "You know him well; he loves seeing us looking puzzled and helpless. Why would he tell us this?"

The three exchanged a glance and fell into a brief silence.

"You might not believe it, but it's Dobby," Ron said hesitantly.

"Impossible, he's just House Elf, how could he possibly know?"

"That just shows you underestimate House Elf," Hermione said, annoyed. "Dobby was cleaning the school and happened to overhear Umbridge and Professor McGonagall talking when he passed by Professor McGonagall's office. That old witch was very unhappy that you taught other students spells without permission!"

Dobby thought Umbridge would try to target you, and since you couldn't get into the Slytherin Common Room, he went to Harry and asked him to warn you to be careful.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, while a million thoughts raced through his mind.

An image of a weak, pitiful, and helpless House Elf appeared in his mind, and in the next instant, he tore it to pieces.

Isn't this just meddling in other people's business?

What could Umbridge do even if he disliked him? He still couldn't do anything about it.

But these three are different; their destructive power is far greater than that of the High Inquisitor, second only to Voldemort.

"So do you have anything to explain?" Hermione asked coldly.

"Oh, this..."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Aaron's face. He knew in his heart that he couldn't refuse this time, since he was in the wrong.

"Would you be willing to teach us?" Harry asked earnestly. "If not, that's fine. We can try to figure it out ourselves."

"Hmm..." Aaron pursed his lips, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Actually, it's not impossible."

"That means you agree," Ron said, somewhat surprised.

Aaron nodded. Since he had already taught two, it shouldn't be a problem to teach three more!

Harry, Ron, Hermione are all quite talented, so they won't be too difficult to teach.

"That's wonderful! I knew you'd agree!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly.

Just as Aaron was about to say something, she continued, "Since you've already agreed, there's something I should tell you, but you can't lose your temper."

"You tell me first, and then I'll decide whether or not to lose my temper."

"You've been teaching two Slytherin for almost two weeks now."

"I've only taught one lesson," Aaron explained. "Okay! I won't get angry."

Hermione breathed a slight sigh of relief, and Harry and Ron also felt a sense of relief.

"That's right, we believe that we should not refuse anyone who wants to learn."

The Magic World is no longer safe; we need to have the ability to protect ourselves, right?

"Hehe!"

"Do you think I'm wrong about what I said?" Hermione said with a displeased expression.

Aaron smiled but remained silent; he didn't believe this ability could be improved through Defense Against the Dark Arts.

If a year of classes were enough to fight Voldemort and the Death Eater army, Dumbledore ago, and so many people wouldn't have died in the last Warlock War.

"Tell me the truth! How many people did you hire?"

"It's not certain yet, and we haven't looked for him, but there certainly aren't many," Harry said confidently. "You know, there aren't many people who believe the Dark Lord is coming back. Even my roommates, apart from Neville and Ron, all think I'm a fraud."

Aaron nodded noncommittally, then asked, "Approximately how many people?"

"Three or five would be ideal," Hermione said thoughtfully. "That's under the circumstances you're teaching us. If it were Harry, probably none of them would come."

Harry Potter:...

Don't I have any pride?