Soul Insurance, Trelawney Faces Dismissal

Aaron led Draco and the other two to his dormitory, then closed the door, cast a soundproofing spell, and placed a large Sneakoscope that could predict enemies on the table.

"Your dorm is quite different from ours," Crabbe said with a complicated expression. "It's like the difference between a regular hotel and a five-star hotel."

"It's alright! I made a few minor modifications using the Undetectable Extension Charm and Transfiguration."

"We've expanded the space several times over, and added some furniture along the way," Aaron said proudly. Then, as if struck by a thought, he pointed to the liquor cabinet in the corner. "Want a drink? I personally think you guys need to calm your nerves."

"Is it possible?" Goyle was somewhat tempted.

"Shut up," Draco snapped, exasperated. "What kind of time is this to be drinking?"

"I'm not talking about alcohol." Aaron tapped the liquor cabinet with his Wand, and two glass bottles and a small cup flew in front of the three of them. "Calming Draught and Cheering Charm. These two should cure your bad mood right now."

Draco hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

He poured himself a small glass, and Crabbe and Goyle followed suit.

Aaron waited until they finished drinking the Potions and had calmed down before opening the newspaper.

"Harry Potter has a surprise for you. He has accused all three of your fathers of being Death Eater."

"This is slander, a distortion of the facts," Crabbe said indignantly.

"Knowing that the Daily Prophet wouldn't pay attention to him, he went to Spread Rumors in the Quibbler," Goyle scoffed.

"Is it really slander?" Aaron asked meaningfully. "You should learn from Draco. He didn't say anything, although it wouldn't have made any difference anyway."

"I don't know if you know your own fathers Death Eater, but Harry Potter certainly wasn't lying."

I witnessed Voldemort's resurrection with my own eyes, using his father's bones, his servant's flesh, and his enemy's blood as materials to complete the Dark Magic of resurrection.

He then used the Dark Mark on Peter Pettigrew Peter's arm to summon his Death Eater, and your father, Chad, was among them.

"You called us here just to say this?" Draco said.

"Of course not." Aaron looked at them seriously. "I'm warning you not to do anything unnecessary, or just pretend you know nothing."

"But it's all in the newspapers, can we really pretend we don't know?" Crabbe asked doubtfully.

"When Harry was being slandered by the Daily Prophet, you weren't this anxious, were you?"

"Should we do the same thing he did back then?"

"This is so frustrating!" Goyle said reluctantly.

"So what do you want? To go out and tell everyone that your father isn't Death Eater?"

"That's useless; everyone will just think it's an attempt to cover up the truth." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Umbridge's announcement wasn't useless."

Although the entire school's teachers and students may know the contents of the above, they dare not discuss it openly. Your situation is much more precarious than Harry Potter's.

"So..." A flame appeared in Aaron's hand, and the two copies of the "The Quibbler" newspaper turned to ashes in an instant. "You haven't even read this newspaper, have you?"

"Neither admit nor deny; once the storm passes, everything will stabilize."

The three looked at each other and nodded in silence.

As more and more people learned about the contents of the Quibbler, those who had initially doubted Harry and Dumbledore because of The Daily Prophet gradually changed their attitudes.

Neither of these newspapers was reliable, but they weren't stupid; they could naturally tell which one was more authentic.

What puzzled Aaron was that Dumbledore didn't appear at all, which made him feel a sense of urgency.

The influence of public opinion is enormous, Dumbledore must be aware of this.

From the moment Voldemort was resurrected, Fudge repeatedly smeared him and used every means to suppress his prestige in order to cover up the truth about Voldemort's resurrection.

At that time, Dumbledore did not retaliate or defend himself in public, but this time he seemed to tacitly acknowledge the escalation of the incident, saying that he had already made preparations.

Divine Thunder Hall.

Aaron sat facing the Thought Form, and just thinking about his own guesses, he couldn't help but feel immense pressure.

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. He can no longer be considered a mortal, but whether he can avoid suffering depends on the mood of the gods.

"I suddenly realized that the idea of our ancestor Weihert was right."

We shouldn't aim too high. If we could first master the instant-casting of a Ultimate Elemental Magic, we'd have more confidence if we got caught up in a war.

"What's the point of saying all this now?" The Thought Form rolled its eyes. "Although we can't do instantaneous casting now, it's not difficult to compress the time to within three to five seconds."

Furthermore, the cost-effectiveness of Shadow Element Magic is quite high, and Ancestor Weihert probably considered this when he sent these two elemental magic books.

"They're all shrewd people!" Aaron said sheepishly. "We should listen to the elders more often in the future."

"What level of damage Magical Energy on a bullet?"

"Not very good." The Thought Form shook its head slightly. "The Magic Firearms absorbs magic power and then adds bullets with four layers of enchantment. Its power is comparable to the full-force attack of Archmage Peak. If used properly, it might be able to kill an ordinary Beginner Grand Archmage head-on."

"I know that, I was asking how many shots were fired?"

The Thought Form holding up one finger said, "One shot."

This was accomplished even after consuming a large amount of materials.

Aaron:...

"That's not funny."

"It's quite embarrassing, but that's the current efficiency."

I dare say that even Merlin and Le Mel might not have been able to achieve a quadruple enchantment when they were our age.

Hearing this, Aaron felt a little better.

At level 4, he could only perform heavy enchanting, and being able to do this step in less than a minute was already quite remarkable.

"Keep it up!"

"I'll try my best, but the difficulty increases as we go on, so the more materials... the better."

Aaron's lips twitched. "Let's not use those materials for now, let's just use magic to carve it!"

"That's fine, but the success rate and power will be reduced accordingly."

That means we only have one quadruple-enchanted bullet available for a short period of time.

"I know." Aaron shrugged, somewhat dismissively.

Because he is Grand Archmage Thought Form, even a quadruple-enchanted bullet is still somewhat inferior to his full-force magic.

However, to be fair, he has now allocated half of his magic power to the Thought Form, so this bullet can be considered a trump card.

"System, open your personal panel."

"Hey, stay here." The system's voice rang out, and then a blue light screen that only he could see appeared in front of Aaron's eyes.

[Staying at the hotel: Aaron Gaius]

[Magical Energy: Main Body: 6849, Elementary Archmage; Thought Form: 6849, Elementary Archmage; Total: 13698 (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 (1/3 can remove any negative spell), Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that died within one hour), Captain Jack's Compass]

[Magic Points: 1430]

"One thousand four hundred and thirty." Aaron smiled. "I haven't looked at it for a long time and didn't even notice that my Magic Points have broken through four digits."

"Do you need to make a purchase?" the system tempted.

"Tch! I'm not going to listen to you this time."

"War is about to begin, who cares about spending money? Strength is the only true measure of success," Aaron said seriously. "Put all your Magic Points into..."

He suddenly remembered something halfway through his speech, and his voice abruptly stopped.

"Fine, I admit defeat this time," Aaron said dejectedly, then opened the system shop.

[Magic Category]

@Misty Mist Illusion Sleep (600 Magic Points, puts the opponent to sleep); @Healing (300 Magic Points, detoxifies, heals, removes abnormal statuses); @Psychic Power (1000 Magic Points); @Divine Punishment (2000 Magic Points, resonates with surrounding magic power to create virtual life from items containing magic power); @Fire Control (300 Magic Points)

Material Category:

@ Deep Sea Octopus Tentacle (5 Magic Points); @Seaweed (1 Magic Points); @ Díloúsi's Tooth (800 Magic Points, a legendary dragon tooth that can live for 10,000 years); @ Acromantula Venom (10 Magic Points); @Bee Sting (1 Magic Points)

Item Category:

@Razo Lazzo Mask (2500 Magic Points, wearing it summons the Shadow Legion Blade Legion; note: collecting ten masks grants control of the Shadow Realm); @Fire Firebolt (50 Magic Points); @Sheep Goat Talisman (1000 Magic Points); @Harmonica (5 Magic Points); @Big Giant Bowl of Instant Noodles (5 Magic Points, definitely too much for one person)

Aaron set his sights on the Goat Talisman and gritted his teeth to pay 1,000 Magic Points to purchase it.

This wasn't a whim; Harry had been going to Professor Snape every few days to practice Cerebral Sealing Technique, and he was constantly on edge.

Although his Cerebral Sealing Technique had reached its maximum level, and he also had the Heart Concealment Technique passed down from his ancestors, which meant he didn't have to worry about mental attacks, the Goat Talisman could provide an additional layer of protection for his Soul Stone.

This layer of insurance is essential; he may not need it, but he absolutely cannot be without it.

"Goat Talisman?" The Thought Form raised an eyebrow as it looked at the octagonal charm in Aaron's hand. "This is not a bad choice. Our physical strength has reached a bottleneck and it will be difficult to break through in a short time, but our Soul Stone power still has a lot of room for improvement."

"It's a bit of a pain," Aaron said, feeling a dull ache in his chest. "A thousand spells just vanished in an instant."

"There are gains and losses!" Thought Form comforted her.

Aaron forced a smile, then looked at the pale green pattern on the Goat Talisman and silently recited "absorb".

A harmless sheep spirit flew out of the talisman, making a 'baa' sound, and floated in mid-air twice before merging into Aaron's body.

A faint green sheep-shaped pattern appeared in his pupils, before disappearing after a few seconds.

"I feel like I've never seen anything like it before." Aaron checked the Goat Talisman's abilities and couldn't hide his excitement. "I thought the Goat Talisman could only Out-of-Body Experience from the body. It seems I was too naive."

The Thought Form also sensed the power of the Goat Talisman, and a strange expression appeared on its face. "The invincible Soul Stone attacks the spirit's abilities, and... it can even construct dreams and Mind Space."

"Not only that, but when we are strong enough in the future, we can even make the illusory real." Aaron laughed heartily, "Spending these Magic Points was definitely worth it."

"The only drawback is that this ability needs to be constantly developed by ourselves," the Thought Form said. "We are still far from reaching the final step; we need at least god-level magic power to support us."

"But it can be considered promising, with a bright future ahead." Aaron was overjoyed and immediately began refreshing the blank product list until the Horse Talisman appeared.

He then put all of his remaining 400+ Magic Points into Magical Energy. Although this only narrowed the gap between him and Intermediate Grand Archmage, it was enough to allow him and his Thought Form to take another step forward and become mid-level Archmage.

"Although my Magic Points were reset to zero, I've gained a lot!" Aaron stretched contentedly and prepared to continue practicing the Heavenly Magic Array.

Then the Book of Prophecy suddenly spoke, "Umbridge has finally bared her evil fangs and is targeting the Hogwarts teaching staff."

Speak like a human.

Aaron and the Thought Form cursed in unison.

During this time, they finally figured out the correct way to use this book. Although they were loyal to him and had their own thoughts and temper, they were just a little lazy.

That means taking the opportunity to slack off; some Prophecy can be easily overlooked if you don't ask questions clearly.

", my dear person.

To put it bluntly, Umbridge will fire a professor on the 10th, whose name is something like... The old man's face on the cover of the Book of Prophecy looked conflicted, and after thinking for a while, he continued, "Sybill Trelawney, yes, Trelawney."

A poor child, although he has the blood of a Prophet, his abilities are very limited and he cannot control the highly unpredictable Prophet abilities.

Her teaching skills were mediocre, and she had a very low profile at Hogwarts. Perhaps her only real achievement was her academic prowess, and the only one she could be proud of...

"That's enough." The Thought Form interrupted, then looked at Aaron with a playful expression, "How was your Divination?"

"So-so!" Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "Besides the Crystal Ball, I'm not very interested in other Divination methods. I mostly learned them from textbooks."

"That's because the girl has exceptional talent; Trelawney only played a guiding role," the Book of Prophecy said. "The girl's Divination abilities are now far superior to hers."

"So... are we going to do anything about it?" the Thought Form asking meaningfully.

Aaron for a moment and then nodded. "Perhaps she didn't teach me any skills, but we still need to show necessary respect to our teachers."

"I know."

"Nonsense, my idea is your idea," Aaron retorted without flinching. "But the question is, how do we manage it?"

We can disregard Umbridge, but the Ministry of Magic is behind her after all.

"It's like you take Fudge seriously."

"He is, after all, the Minister for Magic. We can despise him, but there's no need to offend him."

I don't want them to focus their attention on me; that's too much trouble.