Chapter 22 - Ch: 211-220

Chapter 211: Reopening the Duelling Club?

Life always goes on, and Aisen was busy with his usual affairs, continuing to carry books in the Library.

As time passed, after the Quidditch 'brawl' incident continued to ferment, Harry's strength in the mouths of the Little Wizards fluctuated, becoming confusing.

With Percy Weasley's 'endorsement', the rumors gradually became outlandish.

Some Little Wizards claimed that Harry Potter's strength had surpassed that of adult Witch, and was even more powerful than the Auror in the Ministry of Magic.

Subsequently, some Little Wizards claimed that Harry Potter's strength had surpassed many Professor at Hogwarts. Even Professor Flitwick and Professor Snapewere no match for him.

Of course, when such rumors reached Snape's ears, he became even more 'disgusted' with Harry. Every time during class, he would target Harry, making him understand what it meant to be miserable.

A week after the Quidditch final, the rumors became even more absurd. Some uninformed first-year Little Wizardseven claimed that Harry was more powerful than Dumbledore.

The reason they spread this was because they found an irrefutable reason – Harry defeated He Who Must Not Be Named when he was a child, while Dumbledore did not!

Time quickly came to early June, and the Hogwarts exam period was also approaching.

Although Hogwarts Castle was shrouded in the summer breeze, the students had to force their brains to work. Apart from the lower grades students, the upper grades students could not relax either.

There was no other way, the Five Grade Witch had to take the Ordinary Witching Level (O.W.Ls) exam, while the Seven Grade Witch had to take the Nastily Exhausting Witching Tests (N.E.W.Ts).

Therefore, the usually lively Weasley Twins also settled down. And Percy, who was preparing for the Nastily Exhausting Witching Tests, became much more anxious.

Since he had always wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic, he placed great importance on the Nastily Exhausting Witching Tests. Therefore, anyone who dared to disrupt the tranquility of the Gryffindor Common Roomwould be severely punished by him in his capacity as Head Boy.

This morning, Aisen came to Dumbledore's office.

Just like entering Dumbledore's office as usual, the scene inside was basically unchanged.

Dumbledore's pet Phoenix Fawkes stood on the gilded perch behind the door and stared at Aisen when he entered.

The walls were covered with portraits, which were portraits of the successive Headmaster of Hogwarts. Seeing Aisen enter, some of them watched him, while others closed their eyes as if sleeping.

However, the tradition of keeping portraits of successive Headmaster in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office, I don't know when it started. Anyway, Aisen did not see portraits of the four founders of Hogwarts.

A tattered hat on the table was particularly conspicuous, which was the Sorting Hat used by Hogwarts for sorting. Even now, Aisen still felt it was a magical creation.

However, what would happen if I put it on my head? Well, with my wisdom, being sorted into Ravenclawshould be a matter of course.

"Professor Aisen, please sit down," Dumbledore, who was sitting behind the desk, suddenly said.

Aisen nodded, collected his scattered thoughts, and sat down on the chair next to him.

Looking at Dumbledore's smiling face, Aisen felt a little puzzled, not knowing why he had come to see him. Could it be about the mass brawl between Gryffindor and Slytherin on the day of the Quidditch final?

No, it shouldn't be. After all, the cause and effect of such a thing had nothing to do with him.

"So, may I ask why the Headmaster called me over?" Aisen said calmly.

"Yes, I must thank you, Professor Aisen—" Dumbledorepushed a bag of sweets towards Aisen, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Thank me? I don't understand what you are talking about!" Ignoring Dumbledore's actions, Aisen frowned slightly and shrugged.

"I saw everything that day, Harry's strength is improving incredibly fast!" Dumbledore didn't mind Aisen's actions, just smiled and looked at Aisen.

Dumbledore really came to see me about this? Aisen was silent for a moment, then awkwardly changed the subject: "The matter of Harry defeating a dozen Slytherinstudents teaming up? The exams are coming soon, you don't mean to say you want to give them detention, do you?"

"No, I'm talking about the duelling group you formed, taking Harry and the others for practical training." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Harry's amazing performance, I think it must all be your credit, isn't it?"

"Well, actually, as Sirius Black said that day, Harry's talent is astonishing, even surpassing his father, both in Quidditch and in casting Charm." Aisen did not answer directly, merely praising Harry's high talent.

"Yes, you are right!" Dumbledore gave Aisen a meaningful look, murmured, and then seemed to fall into memory, "From the moment I sent Harry to his aunt to raise him, I knew what kind of hardship and darkness he would have to endure, but he could only survive there...

Since he entered Hogwarts three years ago, I knew that he had finally grown up successfully. But the dangers he faces are far more than that. You know, Voldemort's target has always been Harry—

I don't want that child to suffer all this, but he must face the coming danger. So, I have consciously cultivated him, hoping that he will have enough courage to bear all that in the future—"

Aisen, of course, knew what Dumbledore had arranged. However, with his interference, the Horcrux have been mostly found and destroyed, so what is there to worry about.

"But, Voldemort's Horcrux have been basically destroyed, whether he can return in the future is questionable!" This was a sentence Aisen said in an extremely flat tone.

"That's right, I have to say, Aisen, your arrival at Hogwarts has brought me great surprises." Dumbledoresighed slightly after hearing this, "However, I didn't expect Harry's strength to improve so astonishingly under your guidance."

"So, you mean—" Hearing Dumbledore's words, there seemed to be another meaning, Aisen raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore, waiting for him to continue.

"I think Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, their strength is also as surprising as Harry's, isn't it?" Dumbledoresuddenly mentioned the other two members of the Trio.

"Well, pretty much!" This was not something that couldn't be said, so Aisen didn't object.

"So, Professor Aisen, what do you think about reopening the Duelling Club?" A flash of light appeared in Dumbledore's eyes as he proposed another suggestion that surprised Aisen.

"You want me to be in charge of the Duelling Club?" Looking at Dumbledore's expression, Aisen suddenly understood his plan.

After seeing Dumbledore nod slightly, Aisen couldn't help but gasp.

Good heavens, Aisen exclaimed good heavens.

Could it be that Dumbledore saw that he had trained Harry's strength, so he wanted him to train all the Little Wizards to this level?

You know, when Aisen was teaching the Trio, he not only did his best, but the key was that they entered the Dream World and underwent extremely long periods of practical training to reach this level.

Forming a Duelling Club and pulling all the Little Wizards into the Dream World for training, Aisen was not incapable of doing so. However, exposing one of his trump cards so conspicuously was something he was not very willing to do.

"Headmaster Dumbledore—" Aisen pondered for a moment, and said solemnly, "I have to remind you, the rapid improvement of Harry and the others' strength may be related to their talent and effort, I cannot guarantee what will happen to other Little Wizards!"

"So, you agree?" Dumbledore asked indifferently, a look of surprise on his face.

"I don't think I have any objections!" Nodding, Aisen said nothing more.

Anyway, just run the Duelling Club however it should be run. At worst, just like Lockhart, let the Little Wizardsduel in pairs.

At most, teach them some commonly used Charm and give them more practical training, that should be enough.

As for pulling them into the Dream World to open a time buff, Aisen had no such plan. Even giving Fred and George and others a boost was something he had to seriously consider.

Chapter 212: Reforms to Defense Against the Dark Arts

"So, when do you think it would be suitable to reopen the Duelling Club?" Dumbledore tossed the question to Aisen.

"Uh, there aren't many days left until the final exams. How about reopening the Duelling Club after the new school year begins—" Thinking about the current time, Aisen decided to push it back to the next school year.

"An excellent idea!" Dumbledore said with satisfaction, clearly agreeing with Aisen's view.

Slightly nodding, Aisen fell silent.

After a moment, as if he thought of something, he suddenly looked at Dumbledore and asked, "Professor Dumbledore, forgive my bluntness, but since you think the Little Wizards' practical combat skills need improvement, why not reform the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class?"

"Reform?" Dumbledore looked at Aisen in surprise.

"That's right—" Aisen hesitated slightly but continued, "You must be very clear about what the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School has been like these past few years. Perhaps only some things taught by Professor Lupin were very useful to them.

But why not include practical combat and duelling in the teaching content of Defense Against the Dark Arts? That way, it seems there would be no need to reopen the Duelling Club, right?"

"You are right. If the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts could teach some real things, the students' level would never be like it is now." Dumbledore nodded, then paused before continuing, "However, I think you know the problem with the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Voldemort's curse on this position?" Aisen said calmly.

"Exactly. This makes it impossible for the Professor of this course to stay for long." Dumbledore sighed, "For decades, the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Artshas changed every year. It's becoming increasingly difficult to find a Witch to fill this position now."

"But even so, it doesn't affect adding time for practical combat and duelling to this course," Aisen said, nodding and shrugging his shoulders, "For example, Headmaster, you could directly set a requirement for this course: anyone who serves as the Professor of this course must allocate half an hour in each lesson for students to practice practical combat."

"A very constructive idea, but if the Professor changes every year, the practical combat content the students face cannot be unified." Dumbledore said, looking at Aisen, seemingly waiting for him to provide a solution.

Hearing Dumbledore say this, Aisen fell silent for a moment.

There was nothing he could do; what Dumbledore said was indeed a big problem.

Given the current situation at Hogwarts School, the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts changes every year. Suppose a Professor teaches the Little Wizards for a year in their own teaching style and trains their practical combat abilities.

But if a different Professor suddenly takes over, the practical combat style taught might completely change to another. In this case, the practical combat content cannot be unified, and the results of the Little Wizards' practical combat training might not be very ideal.

"So, if Voldemort's curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts doesn't disappear, the problem cannot be completely solved?" Aisen said slowly.

"I believe so!" Dumbledore agreed with Aisen's statement.

"Then, Professor Dumbledore, have you ever thought about directly changing the name of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Aisen's eyes narrowed as he proposed a wild idea.

"Change the name?" Dumbledore looked at Aisen and was suddenly stunned.

"Exactly—" Aisen nodded heavily, "Since Voldemort cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class, why not just change the name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts course!"

"That's a good idea, but I'm not sure if it would work!" Dumbledore's eyes lit up, then he hesitated again.

"If you're worried about the curse, why not keep the Defense Against the Dark Arts course and add another course directly?" Aisen offered his suggestion again.

"You mean to directly leave the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class vacant?" The look of surprise on Dumbledore's face intensified.

"That's right, keep Defense Against the Dark Arts but leave it vacant, and then add another course. The content of this new course would actually still be the content of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Aisen's tone was calm.

"But if the content of the course is still the content of Defense Against the Dark Arts, I suspect the curse will still affect this new course!" Dumbledore's brow furrowed instantly.

"Given your understanding of Voldemort, do you think he would anticipate you changing the name of Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Aisen countered.

"No, our thinking has become rigid long ago; he wouldn't think I would change the name of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Dumbledore's brow relaxed.

"In that case, I think it's very necessary to leave Defense Against the Dark Arts vacant and add a new course." Aisen nodded and continued, "Nobody knows if this will work, but what if it does?"

"You're right!" Dumbledore said slowly, "So, what do you think the new course should be called?"

What should the new course be called? Aisenimmediately fell into thought.

The content of this course is essentially the same as Defense Against the Dark Arts, so the name should naturally be similar. For example, Self-Defense Against Dark Magic, Prevention Against Dark Magic, Defense Against Dark Magic, etc.

"How about calling it 'Conquering Dark Magic'?" Aisensaid casually.

"Very good, I think the name you suggested is very suitable!" Dumbledore said, looking very satisfied with the name.

"By the way, do you think it's necessary to leave the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom vacant as well?" Aisen suddenly remembered this and quickly asked.

"You suspect that the scope of the curse might include the classroom?" Dumbledore looked thoughtful.

"Taking classes in the classroom, the students will certainly be fine. But we can't rule out that the curse won't target the Professor teaching in the classroom." Aisen shrugged his shoulders.

"I understand, it seems there is indeed this possibility!" Dumbledore said.

"So, Headmaster, is there anything else?" Aisen paused, standing up from his chair, intending to leave.

"Oh, nothing else." Dumbledore also stood up.

But just as Aisen opened the door to leave, Dumbledoresuddenly called out to him, "Professor Aisen, what do you think of Sirius Black?"

"Sirius Black?" Aisen mumbled, looking at Dumbledore in confusion. Seeing that he was looking at him calmly, he hesitated slightly, then continued, "I think he should be a qualified godfather. It's clear that Harry is very happy living with him."

"So, what do you think of him serving as the Professor of Defense Against—Conquering Dark Magic?" Dumbledorecontinued to ask.

Aisen's face showed confusion, but he understood somewhat in his heart. It seemed that Black had taken his words to heart.

As for the matter of serving as a Professor at Hogwarts, he probably applied to Dumbledore after the Quidditchfinal last time.

"You don't think it's suitable?" Seeing Aisen not speaking, Dumbledore spoke again.

"No, I have no opinion. I just think Harry will be especially happy when he finds out." Aisen shook his head.

"Alright!" Dumbledore nodded with a smile, "Oh, and don't forget, I'll take you to meet someone during the holidays!"

"Okay, thank you, Professor Dumbledore!" Aisen was startled, then seemed to realize something, and his face filled with a smile.

Opening the door, Aisen hurried away under the gaze of Fawkes the Phoenix.

At noon, when Aisen was eating in the Great Hall, he ran into the Trio. Seeing them busy while eating, they seemed to be preparing for the upcoming final exams.

Perhaps because the exams were approaching, Aisen, while eating, scanned the surroundings and found that even during mealtime, the atmosphere in the Great Hallwas very oppressive.

All the Little Wizards had a tacit understanding, and even the sound of whispering was much quieter.

Looking at Hermione's focused expression as she drew and wrote on parchment, Aisen didn't disturb her.

"Hermione!" Harry seemed to have discovered something and leaned next to Hermione, whispering.

"What?" Hermione replied, keeping her head down.

"Are you sure you didn't copy the times wrong?" Harrypointed to the parchment in Hermione's hand.

With God's Perspective activated, Aisen clearly saw the content on the parchment. It was Hermione's self-made exam schedule. There was nothing wrong with it originally, but the times listed were interesting:

Monday, nine o'clock, Arithmancy;

Nine o'clock, Transfiguration;

Lunch

One o'clock, Charm;

One o'clock, Ancient Runes.

Aisen didn't find anything strange about this. After all, Hermione took several extra classes, so she naturally had to take several extra exams. However, the exam times being scheduled to overlap was unexpected for Aisen.

"Yes, of course I didn't copy it wrong!" Hermione picked up the parchment and looked at it carefully several times, saying in a serious tone.

"But you can't sit in two exam rooms at the same time!" Harry scratched his head.

"I can't, but Professor McGonagall will help me!" Hermione replied simply, then stacked the sheets of parchment and began to enjoy her lunch.

Chapter 213: Hermione's Fear

Hearing Hermione's simple answer, Harry and Ronexchanged glances and didn't tease her further.

After all, as the exams approached, Hermione's temper did become much more irritable.

Suddenly, there was a flapping sound from above the Great Hall, and then an owl landed in front of the Trio. Professor Aisen noticed that the owl was Harry's pet, Hedwig.

It had a note in its beak, which looked like it was for Harry.

'It's from Hagrid.' Harry took the note from Hedwig's beak, said as much, and then unfolded it.

'What did Hagrid say?' Ron leaned over and asked.

'Buckbeak's appeal date is set for June 6th.' Harry said, glancing at the note.

'Oh, that's the day our exams finish.' Hermione said after taking a large bite of jam bread.

'They're coming here to hear the appeal—' Harry said, his face suddenly turning grim, 'Ministry of Magic people and an—executioner!'

'They're bringing an executioner to hear the appeal! It sounds like they've already decided to execute Buckbeak!' Hermione looked up, somewhat shocked.

'Yes, it does.' Harry folded the note slowly.

'How can they do this?' Ron said angrily, waving his hand, nearly knocking over a plate, 'We spent so much time looking up information, how can they just ignore it!'

'Professor Aisen, you said you had a way!' Harry said to Professor Aisen, not panicking.

From the fact that the Ministry of Magic was bringing an executioner to hear Hagrid and Buckbeak's appeal, it was clear that the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures seemed determined to execute Buckbeak.

In Harry's opinion, this must have been Malfoy's father's idea. Ever since Gryffindor won the Quidditch final and he single-handedly swept the entire Slytherin team, Malfoyhad clearly toned down considerably.

But in the days leading up to the exams, Malfoy would always secretly mock him from the shadows and confidently assert that Buckbeak was doomed. Harrycouldn't do anything about it. He could only make sure he didn't imitate Hermione and slap Malfoy.

Now, suddenly learning that the Ministry of Magic was bringing an executioner to hear the appeal, Harry could only place his hope in Professor Aisen.

'Don't worry, there are still a few days until June 6th, I will save Buckbeak!' Professor Aisen said, giving the Trio a reassuring look.

Hearing Professor Aisen's assurance again, the Trio all breathed a sigh of relief.

'However—' Professor Aisen suddenly spoke, seeing the Trio looking anxious again, he didn't tease them further, 'You must keep it a secret that I will save Buckbeak. Otherwise—'

'Understood, Professor Aisen, we won't tell anyone.' The Trio immediately understood, and Harry and Ron even thumped their chests to show they definitely wouldn't reveal it.

...

Soon it was time for the exams. For all the Little Wizards, this was a test of their year's learning.

Soon the Transfiguration exam began. But the content of this exam made many Little Wizards complain bitterly. Because Professor McGonagall's assigned task was to turn a teapot into a tortoise, the more detailed the transformation, the higher the score.

Unfortunately, the third-year students were all lamenting the difficulty of this exam. However, unexpectedly, the Trio were particularly energetic.

Perhaps it was because Professor Aisen often took them for practical training, which allowed them to have much better control over their Magic than other students.

'Hermione's tortoise transformation was amazing, there wasn't the slightest trace of a teapot on it, and even the patterns on the tortoise shell were very clear.'

'It was alright, my tortoise looked a bit like a soft-shelled turtle.'

...

After the Transfiguration exam, they began the Charm class exam. For the content of this class's exam, the Triocould definitely handle it with ease.

Professor Flitwick assigned the task of casting the Cheering Charm. Although Professor Aisen hadn't given them ample practice time for the Cheering Charm, they had already mastered this Charm perfectly during class.

Early the next morning, Hagrid administered the Care of Magical Creatures exam, giving a remarkably simple task. Perhaps it was because Buckbeak was about to be executed, so Hagrid's mind wasn't really on the exam.

He prepared a large tub of fresh Flobberworms for all the Little Wizards taking the exam. If the Flobberworms were still alive after an hour, they would pass the exam.

And Flobberworms reproduce very quickly, so all the Little Wizards passed this exam.

The afternoon's Transfiguration exam was a disaster for many people. Especially for Harry.

Whether it was because he disliked Harry from the start, or because Harry had single-handedly swept the Slytherin Quidditch team, Snape stared intently at Harryduring the exam. This made Harry even suspect he had gotten a zero when he left the exam room.

The midnight Astronomy exam was, of course, administered by Professor Aisen himself. The exam content was quite simple: they just needed to observe the planets from the highest Astronomy Tower and draw a star chart.

After all, Professor Aisen had no intention of making things difficult for the Little Wizards. Otherwise, should he test how many galaxies the Laniakea Supercluster contains? Professor Aisen was certain no one in the world could answer that.

After all, that concept wouldn't even appear for another ten years.

After the Astronomy exam, came the Herbology exam. This was followed immediately by the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.

Although Professor Lupin had already left the school, the content of the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was still what Professor Lupin had taught.

The exam was personally administered by Dumbledore, and the method of examination also surprised the Little Wizards.

Dumbledore had them come outdoors and set up an exam similar to an obstacle course. Students had to successfully wade through a pond containing Grindylows, then walk through a hollow filled with Red Caps.

Afterwards, they had to wade through a marsh interfered with by a Hinkypunk giving false directions, and finally enter an old trunk to battle a Boggart.

It must be said that Dumbledore's exam content was very suitable, it was exactly what Harry and they had learned in class. Professor Aisen roughly understood the Little Wizards' exam results.

Basically all the Little Wizards achieved satisfactory results. After encountering a Hinkypunk, Ron was misled by false directions and got stuck in waist-deep mud.

Harry, moreover, passed all the obstacles with a perfect score.

As for Hermione, she passed the previous obstacles smoothly, but unfortunately, she made a mistake in the final battle against the Boggart.

Professor Aisen saw that after Hermione entered the old trunk for about a minute, she ran out screaming frantically, startling quite a few people present.

Everyone thought Hermione might have been hurt? But Hermione said that she had encountered Professor McGonagall inside and had been told that all her exam results were failing.

'It's hard to believe that this is what Hermione is afraid of?' A Gryffindor girl whispered in her companion's ear.

'Is what she's afraid of failing exams? Or Professor McGonagall?'

'You'd have to ask her yourself—'

...

'You did well! Next are the Divination and Muggle Studiesexams, right?' Professor Aisen called out to the Trio, returning to the Castle together.

'Yes, Ron and I have Divination, and Hermione has Muggle Studies.' Harry said with a wide smile, looking particularly pleased that he got full marks in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

'But for the Divination exam, we'll just have to make things up, won't we?' Speaking of this, Ron suddenly became depressed.

'I heard that in the Divination exam, the more terrible the prediction you make, the higher the score?' ProfessorAisen said with a smirk, suggesting a way to get grades.

'That should work!' Ron and Harry exchanged glances, nodded, and said, seeming genuinely intending to do so.

Walking across the grounds to the end of the stairs outside the Castle entrance, a short, stout figure blocked their way. He was wearing a pinstriped cloak and staring wide-eyed at the grounds outside.

This was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. Upon seeing him, Professor Aisen already understood that he must have come to the school to hear Hagrid's appeal.

However, while he said he was there to hear the appeal, he was actually there to witness how Buckbeak, the Hippogriff, was to be executed.

Looking at Cornelius Fudge's innocent expression, Professor Aisen couldn't help but curl his lip. If he didn't know what kind of person he was, he might actually be fooled by his appearance.

Chapter 214: Preparing to Act

"Hello, Harry!" Minister Fudge waved and greeted Harrywhen he saw him, "Just finished your exams, haven't you? You're almost done!"

"Yes," Harry replied calmly.

"Hello, Minister Fudge!" Aisen stepped forward and nodded towards Cornelius Fudge.

"Oh, hello, you're the Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts, Eisen Turner, right? You were there last time when we dealt with the Basilisk at Hogwarts, I remember you." Minister Fudge looked at Aisen with a smile.

"Cough, cough, that's right. I wonder why Minister Fudgeis here at Hogwarts—" Aisen nodded slightly, then changed the subject and asked.

Minister Fudge's smile faded, and after a sigh, he looked at Harry beside him.

"I'm here to carry out an unpleasant duty. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures requires a witness to be present at the execution of a mad Hippogriff.

I happened to be visiting Dumbledore about Black's matter, so they invited me to attend."

"Does that mean the appeal has already been heard?" Ron asked impatiently.

"No, no, the appeal is scheduled for this afternoon," Minister Fudge glanced at Ron in surprise.

"Then you might not be able to witness the execution," Ron objected with unexpected courage. "Perhaps that Hippogriff will be fine this afternoon."

Before Minister Fudge could say anything, two Wizards suddenly walked out from behind the Castle gates. One was tall and strong, with a shining axe blade tied to his waist.

The other was shaky and seemed too old to walk.

It seems the Wizard with the axe is the executioner. As for the old man, he should be the representative of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures.

The old man walked up to Minister Fudge, stared straight at Hagrid's hut outside the grounds, and said in a thin, weak voice, "Oh, oh, I'm too old. I can't do this sort of thing now… Two o'clock this afternoon, is it, Fudge?"

Nodding slightly at the other party, Aisen didn't say anything either, and ushered the Trio through the entrance hall into the Great Hall.

During dinner, the Trio were silent, unsure of what to say for a while.

"Professor Aisen, why didn't you say something just now?" Ron asked, looking puzzled, suddenly speaking up. "They've even prepared the axe, they definitely don't intend to hear Hagrid's appeal."

"This time, as long as Hagrid is clear-headed and speaks appropriately for the case, they won't kill Buckbeak…" Hermione said, but her tone was full of frustration. Clearly, she had no confidence whatsoever.

"Alright, don't worry. You guys continue eating. You still have exams this afternoon." Aisen patted Hermione's head, then stood up.

"Are you going to—rescue Buckbeak?" Harry's face lit up, and halfway through his sentence, as if he thought of something, he immediately lowered his voice.

"That's right, focus on your exams, I'll handle all of this!" Aisen nodded and turned towards the entrance hall.

Passing through the Great Hall, and down the stone steps in front of the main door, Aisen came outside.

Looking at the sun shining overhead, Aisen knew that the time for the appeal hearing had not yet arrived.

Arriving at Hagrid's hut, Aisen knocked on the door. Hagrid opened it and immediately welcomed Aiseninside. Hagrid's face was a little pale, but upon seeing Aisen, he immediately showed a hopeful expression.

"Professor Aisen, you're here. Is there any way to rescue Buckbeak at this time? They're already here!" Hagrid said shakily, seemingly a little nervous.

"Two o'clock this afternoon is the time for their appeal hearing, and I think this appeal will still fail—" Seeing Hagrid's face turn pale, Aisen didn't keep him in suspense and continued, "But don't worry, I'll find a way to rescue Buckbeak before the executioner carries out the sentence!"

"Aren't you going to do it now? I mean, why don't you take him somewhere else right now?" Hagrid looked at Aisen with wide eyes.

"Hmm—I could indeed do that now, but we still have to wait until after the appeal, don't we?" Aisen pondered for a moment and explained his plan. "Hagrid, I must remind you, after the appeal fails, you must tie Buckbeak outside and then return here yourself and don't go out again."

Woof~ Woof~

Rook howled and darted around Hagrid's legs, as if vying for affection.

"I can't go out until the executioner acts?" Hagrid reached out and picked up Rook. "Of course I don't want to go out and watch Buckbeak be executed!"

"My point is, if I'm going to rescue Buckbeak, then you can't be there. Otherwise, Lucius and the others will definitely blame this on you," Aisen said, pausing.

"I understand what you mean. I'll just hide in my hut and not go out then." Hagrid seemed to have realized something and showed an expression of sudden understanding.

"Yes, after the case is lost, don't tell Harry and the others yet, lest they sneak over and get involved," Aisen nodded and continued.

"Okay, thank you, Professor Aisen!" Hagrid shook his head, a smile appearing on his face.

...

After leaving Hagrid's hut, Aisen went directly to the highest point of Hogwarts—the Astronomy Tower. Then he activated his observation ability and watched every move at Hagrid's hut using God's Perspective.

Time passed slowly. The Little Wizards were dealing with their exams inside the Castle, completely unaware of what was about to happen outside.

It was exactly two o'clock in the afternoon. Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, and others knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut.

Subsequently, the elderly committee representative began to hear Hagrid's appeal, but just as Aisen had thought before, they had brought the executioner, which meant the appeal hearing was just a formality.

Watching all of this from God's Perspective, Aisen saw Hagrid muttering something, but eventually his face fell, and he stopped talking, instead tying the Hippogriff in the pumpkin patch and returning to his hut.

Minister Fudge, the elderly committee representative, and the executioner Macnair, all had triumphant smiles on their faces. As for Dumbledore, he remained expressionless, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

In the evening, Aisen noticed that the Trio hurried into Hagrid's hut. They spoke a few words with Hagrid, and then Hagrid chased them out.

Clearly, Hagrid had taken Aisen's words to heart and didn't want Harry and the others to interfere with Buckbeak's matter.

As the sun was about to set, Dumbledore, Minister Fudge, and others walked out from the Castle gate. They didn't stop for a moment, quickly arriving at the entrance of Hagrid's hut.

Watching all of this, Aisen's eyes narrowed slightly. After casting a Disillusionment Charm on himself, he performed Apparition Without A Trace and arrived at Hagrid's pumpkin patch.

Looking at Buckbeak tied to the fence, Aisen made no move for the moment.

The executioner Macnair knocked on the door of Hagrid's hut and asked in a cold voice, "Where did that beast go?"

"Out—outside," Hagrid said, pointing outside, stammering, his voice hoarse.

Hearing Hagrid say this, Macnair, Minister Fudge, and the elderly committee representative all looked in the direction Hagrid pointed. The Hippogriff was indeed tied there.

"Alright, we must read you the official notice regarding the execution, Hagrid. I'll read it quickly, and then you and Macnair will both need to sign. Macnair, you listen too, this is procedure," Minister Fudge said. Everyone withdrew their gaze and focused on Hagrid.

"The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures has decided that the Hippogriff Buckbeak, hereinafter referred to as the condemned. Shall be executed at sunset on the sixth of June… The method of execution shall be decapitation, carried out by the executioner designated by the Committee, Walden Macnair… Hereinafter as witnesses.

Hagrid, you need to sign here." This was the voice of the Minister of Magic, Minister Fudge, reading the notice.

God's Perspective illuminated the surroundings. Aisendidn't see anyone noticing him, so he went directly to Buckbeak's side and cast a Stunning Spell, causing Buckbeak to faint.

Without stopping, Aisen then used a Shrinking Charm to directly turn him into the size of a matchbox, and then held him in his hand.

"Alright, let's get this over with!" A high-pitched voice sounded inside Hagrid's hut, clearly belonging to the elderly committee representative.

"Wait a moment, Macnair, you need to sign too," Dumbledore's voice rang out.

Aisen smiled slightly, flickered and instantly moved to the nearby woods. He wasn't in a hurry to leave, just quietly waiting there to watch a good show.

Chapter 215: Arrangement

Not long after Aisen hid behind the tree, the back door of Hagrid's hut was kicked open with a bang.

The scene fell silent for a moment. Then—"Where did it go?" A sharp voice rang out, clearly from the old committee representative. "Where did that beast go?"

"It was tied there! I saw it just now, right there!" the executioner Macnair roared furiously.

"It is indeed strange!" Professor Dumbledore came outside, and after scanning the area, he said slowly, his tone exceptionally calm.

Bang—

The executioner furiously chopped his axe against the fence, as if to vent his anger in this way.

"Someone untied the rope," the executioner panted, roaring. "We should search the grounds, and that forest!"

"Macnair, if someone really stole Buckbeak, do you think he would take it away on foot?" Professor Dumbledoresaid with interest. "If you wish, search the sky instead... Hagrid, I'd like a cup of tea, or perhaps a large brandy."

"O-of course, Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid said, his voice sounding somewhat uneasy. "Come in, come in—"

Bang—

The back door of Hagrid's hut was closed again, and Professor Dumbledore, Fudge, the old committee representative, and the executioner Macnair entered Hagrid's hut once more.

However, their moods were different this time.

After about ten minutes, the door of Hagrid's hut opened, and Professor Dumbledore, Fudge, Macnair, and the committee representative came out and walked towards Hogwarts Castle.

After the four disappeared up the Castle steps, Aisenflashed into Hagrid's hut and revealed himself.

"Professor Aisen, did you—did you let Buckbeak go?" When Hagrid saw Professor Aisen, he seemed to remember something, and his face showed a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.

Professor Aisen smiled and shook his head. Seeing Hagrid's expression constantly changing, he didn't tease him further. He directly showed the miniature version of the Hippogriff in his palm to Hagrid.

"This is—" Hagrid's eyes widened as he looked at the little thing in Professor Aisen's hand.

"That's right, this is Buckbeak. However, I cast a Charmon him," Professor Aisen said, placing him in Hagrid's hand and using a Reviving Charm to lift him out of his unconscious state.

Hagrid drew back his large, thick hand and held it before him, gently stroking Buckbeak with his other hand. Looking at him shaking his head wildly and flapping his wings, he felt a strong sense of familiarity.

Hagrid couldn't help but mumble, continuing to examine the greatly shrunken Buckbeak carefully.

The little guy was only an inch long now, not even a fraction of Hagrid's palm. He was like a moving doll, flapping his wings as if to fly, but Hagrid held him tightly, forcing him to make a wronged "woo woo" sound.

"It really is Buckbeak!" Hagrid's hands trembled slightly. "Look at his claws, look at his wings, look at his nose. He scratched it last time when he was gnawing on the tree stump, no mistake!"

Seeming to have given up on "escaping" after being held by Hagrid, Buckbeak rolled around in Hagrid's palm. After a while, he seemed to remember something, turned his head to look in Professor Aisen's direction, and whimpered and howled.

Is this—

Is he complaining that I shrunk him? Professor Aisenwatched the interaction between Hagrid and Buckbeakwith interest.

"Haha!" Hagrid couldn't help but laugh. "He used to make that sound when he was little, I know it too well."

"Hagrid, keep your voice down. The representatives from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures are still in the Castle. You need to look sad, don't let them see through it," Professor Aisen had to remind Hagrid.

"Hmm—" Hagrid covered his mouth with one hand, nodded, and then lowered his hand. "Professor Aisen, you're right, I've lost Buckbeak, I can't look too happy."

Hagrid deliberately lowered his voice, but his face was still full of smiles.

"By the way, do you want to keep Buckbeak?" ProfessorAisen suddenly asked.

"Of course—like this, they definitely won't recognize him, right!" Hagrid pulled out a piece of raw meat from somewhere, tearing it into pieces to feed Buckbeak. But after hearing Professor Aisen's words, he couldn't help but get nervous.

"However, the effect of the Charm won't last forever. It might return to its original size in a day or two—he is a magical creature after all," Professor Aisen shrugged.

"Then what should we do? Do we have to let him go?" Hagrid's expression became conflicted again.

"Hmm—" Professor Aisen made a thoughtful expression, and after a moment, he said, "What do you think about placing him at Sirius Black's house? That way, Harry can also help take care of Buckbeak during the holidays."

"Okay, it seems this is the only way." After thinking for a long time, Hagrid had to agree to Professor Aisen's suggestion. Because this was indeed the best way to deal with it.

"Don't worry, I'm researching a Charm. By then, I should be able to keep Buckbeak in this state for a long time, and then he can be sent back!" Professor Aisen held the shrunken Buckbeak in his hand, secretly casting a spell to make him unconscious, and then comforted Hagrid.

"Really? That's great!" Hagrid finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...

After chatting with Hagrid for a bit, Professor Aisen said goodbye to Hagrid. After all, he still had to arrange for Buckbeak, so Hagrid didn't say anything.

After leaving Hagrid's hut, Professor Aisen used Apparition, and with a thought, he instantly moved to Grimmauld Place, number 12.

At the door of the study on the third floor of the Blackfamily's old house, Professor Aisen knocked and entered, seeing Sirius Black.

"Professor Aisen—is it about Buckbeak?" Blackwelcomed Professor Aisen into the study and moved a chair next to the desk, placing it in front of ProfessorAisen.

"That's right! Are you preparing textbooks?" After nodding and glancing around, Professor Aisen found a copy of "Black magic: A Guide to Self-Defense" on the desk.

"That's right, I've applied to Professor Dumbledore for the position of Professor of Black magic at Hogwarts—oh, it should be Conquering Dark Magic. I need to prepare my lessons as quickly as possible.

You know, I spent several years in Azkaban, and I need to re-learn some knowledge," Black smiled and nodded.

Even when mentioning Azkaban again, the place where he was imprisoned for twelve years, he no longer showed any sign of distress. It seemed that Black had indeed let go of these things.

"'Black magic: A Guide to Self-Defense.' If I remember correctly, Harry and the others learned the knowledge from this book in their first year, right?" After picking up the book on the desk and glancing at it, Professor Aisenput it down again, but still looked at Black with a puzzled expression.

"That's right!" Black held the book in his hand. "However, Harry told me that in the first year, Professor Quirrell's class wasn't very—"

Black said this, spreading his hands, and gave ProfessorAisen a meaningful look.

"So, you plan to teach them properly again," ProfessorAisen showed a look of understanding. He understood the other party's meaning. It was simply that Professor Quirrell's teaching was like dog poop, and he should teach it again.

"Yes!" Black closed the book and put it back on the desk, and the topic returned to the previous one. "How is Buckbeak? I heard that the people from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures went directly to Hagrid today with the executioner to hear the appeal."

"Lucius Malfoy is causing trouble behind the scenes. They are determined to execute Buckbeak, and Hagrid's appeal defense is completely useless," Professor Aisen said, taking out the shrunken Buckbeak.

"Lucius, I know him, a pure-blood Witch, a loyal servant of Voldemort, very good at schemes and tricks. After Voldemort's downfall, he escaped the Ministry of Magic's judgment by claiming to be under the Imperius Curse," Black said with a cold smile, taking Buckbeak.

"I rescued Buckbeak before the executioner could act," Professor Aisen said, pointing his wand. The unconscious Buckbeak immediately became lively again.

Looking as if he had entered a different environment, Buckbeak on Black's palm looked around and flapped his wings as if to fly away.

"Alright, Buckbeak, you will live here from now on!" A little silver light appeared from the tip of ProfessorAisen's wand, falling on Buckbeak and making him quiet down.

"This is—" Black observed carefully for a while, and then said in an uncertain tone, "Is it a Shrinking Charm?"

"That's right, it's more convenient to take Buckbeak away like this," Professor Aisen nodded. "However, the effect is not permanent. He will return to his original size in about a day or two."

Black nodded and said nothing. After playing with Buckbeak for a while, he seemed to remember something and suddenly looked at Professor Aisen: "I'm going to Hogwarts soon. Is it appropriate to keep Buckbeak here?"

Professor Aisen frowned slightly after hearing this. He had to admit that this was a problem. However, he then thought of several solutions.

One was to have Black carry Buckbeak with him when he went to Hogwarts, or simply send him back to Hagrid. However, this would require casting a Shrinking Charmon him every day to hide him from others.

Another method was to place him directly in Black's house, and then Black would return home during his free time to take care of Buckbeak. This method would not require casting a Shrinking Charm every day, but Blackwould have to travel back and forth.

There was also another method: directly give Buckbeak to someone else, such as the famous magizoologist Newt Scamander, for temporary care. If he guessed correctly, he should be very willing.

After stating his thoughts, Black finally decided to choose the second method and place him directly in his own home. This way, Black would have to travel back and forth between school and home.

However, this was nothing. Black was idle anyway, and running around more could also exercise his body.

Chapter 216: The Aggrieved Lucius

Twenty minutes later, Aisen bid farewell to Sirius's old house and returned to Hogwarts.

For Aisen, rescuing Buckbeak was a relatively simple matter. However, he had thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect to encounter something in the entrance hall of Hogwarts Castle.

At this time, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. But the space inside the entrance hall was illuminated by the surrounding candlelight, dispelling the darkness and making it exceptionally bright.

The Trio stood in a line, obediently in the corner of the wall connecting the entrance hall to the Great Hall's door, as if they had made a mistake and were being questioned. Across from them stood an enraged Lucius, and a rather calm Professor Dumbledore.

Standing opposite Professor Dumbledore was Minister Fudge.

"It must have been rescued, those three went there, it must be them!" Lucius stared fiercely at Harry and the others, roaring.

When Aisen stepped onto the steps and entered the entrance hall, what he saw was this scene of Lucius's exasperation.

Contrary to Lucius's expression, Professor Dumbledorewas not only very calm but also appeared exceptionally relaxed. It was Minister Fudge next to him who seemed a bit annoyed at Lucius's demeanor.

"Alright, Lucius, be reasonable," Minister Fudge said lightly, "They weren't there during the execution, everyone saw it."

Giving the Trio a meaningful look, Aisen then came to Professor Dumbledore's side, "Has something happened, Headmaster!"

"Buckbeak is missing, but Lucius is convinced that Harryand the others rescued him," Professor Dumbledorespread his hands, putting on a very innocent act that almost made Aisen laugh out loud.

"They helped him escape, that's it!" Lucius said in a gloomy tone, his face even twisted.

"Where are the representatives from the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures and the executioner?" Aisen pursed his lips, and when he asked Professor Dumbledore, he deliberately raised his voice so that everyone present could hear.

"They believe Buckbeak is a cunning beast who secretly escaped and left," Professor Dumbledore said, his gaze sweeping towards Cornelius Fudge next to him.

"Calm down, friend!" Minister Fudge shouted loudly, seemingly losing face in front of Professor Dumbledore, his tone containing some reprimand, "You're talking nonsense!"

"No, Cornelius, you don't understand them, they are very cunning!" Lucius immediately emphasized something when he saw this, as if trying to convince him.

"Alright, Lucius," Professor Dumbledore's tone was exceptionally calm, "McNair saw Buckbeak at the time, there were no others around, and in the blink of an eye, he escaped. Cornelius, you were there too, did you see those three students?"

"Yes, no, of course not!" Minister Fudge said, "We all saw that besides us, there was no one else there at the time."

"Okay, you heard, Lucius," Professor Dumbledore looked at Lucius, and regardless of his anger, continued, "Unless you think that Harry, Hermione, and Ron, three third-year students, could sneak in there and take him away, hidden from the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Minister of Magic, and the representatives of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures."

"That's impossible, they can't do it," Minister Fudgeechoed, and then looked directly at Lucius.

After hearing Professor Dumbledore's remarks, Aisensecretly chuckled to himself, Harry and the others can't do it, but I can. Heh, how about that, just playing around, and you still can't find out, right!

However, seeing Lucius standing there with an aggrieved expression on his face, Aisen found it quite amusing.

Lucius glared at Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and then glared at Minister Fudge and Professor Dumbledore.

Minister Fudge looked at Lucius and said nothing, but from his eyes, it could be seen that he was unhappy with Lucius's blatant "framing" behavior.

Professor Dumbledore looked at Lucius calmly, without any other unnecessary movements. Aisen stood aside and silently watched the show.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

A moment later, Lucius's face returned to calm, and then without saying anything, he simply flicked the hem of his robes and turned to leave the Castle.

Lucius's departure made Harry and the others breathe a sigh of relief.

Although they hadn't actually rescued Buckbeak, facing the enraged Lucius, they still felt the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

"Alright, this person is a bit muddled," Minister Fudgeglared at Lucius as he left and looked at Professor Dumbledore, "I'll keep an eye on him, I really didn't expect--"

"Oh, he's not a bit muddled, he's just extremely disappointed," Professor Dumbledore said calmly.

"He's not the only one," Minister Fudge suddenly sighed, "The Daily Prophet will have a field day mocking the Ministry of Magic now. We brought the executioner to execute that Hippogriff, and it slipped through our fingers.

Now all that newspaper needs is to disclose the escape of that Hippogriff. This time, as a witness, I'm going to be a laughingstock. Well, I'd better leave here and notify the Ministry."

"I told you before, Black he--" Professor Dumbledoresuddenly brought up Sirius Black.

"Oh, yes, yes, taking the post of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, is it? No problem," Minister Fudgewaved his hand, saying absentmindedly, "He's been proven innocent, hasn't he?"

"It's Conquering Dark Magic!" A slight smile appeared on Professor Dumbledore's face.

"Alright, alright, Conquering Dark Magic--that name is a bit..." Minister Fudge ran his fingers through his hair, and then also left Hogwarts Castle.

"Black is very pleased with the name--" Professor Dumbledore quickly smiled at Harry, Hermione, and Ron, nodded at Aisen, and followed Minister Fudge's steps out of the Castle.

Looking at Professor Dumbledore, he was probably seeing Minister Fudge off?

"Professor Aisen, did you rescue Buckbeak?" Seeing that everyone had left, Harry looked at Aisen impatiently.

Ron and Hermione also looked at Aisen eagerly.

"Lower your voice!" Aisen motioned to the few of them, then nodded and replied, "Yes, Buckbeak has been taken away by me."

"Really? That's great!" The joy on Ron's face could no longer be hidden, and after exchanging glances with Harry, he couldn't help but clench his fist and wave his arm.

"By the way, Professor Aisen, did you release Buckbeak?" Hermione asked.

"Didn't I tell you?" Aisen looked at her, and said softly with a smile, "I've placed him at Sirius's house. Harry, if you go there, you'll see him again."

"That's fantastic! Thank you, Professor Aisen!" Harrythanked Aisen excitedly.

"Don't be so distant!" Aisen slightly shook his head, then as if he remembered something, his expression became serious, "However, I must remind you, this matter ends here.

Or rather, you must pretend you don't know about this. You saw how Lucius was earlier, and you don't want him to cause any more trouble, do you?"

"Yes, yes, we understand!" The few of them answered in unison.

Seeing their demeanor, Aisen immediately nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, Professor Aisen--" Harry's face was a little surprised and uncertain, "Professor Dumbledore just said that Sirius will be the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Ron and Hermione then remembered the conversation between Professor Dumbledore and Minister Fudge just now, and immediately widened their eyes looking at Aisen.

"Although the news hasn't spread yet, if there are no accidents, Sirius will be the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in your fourth year," Aisen nodded, pausing halfway through his sentence, "Oh, no, as Professor Dumbledore said, Sirius will be the Professor of Conquering Dark Magic."

"But there isn't a subject called Conquering Dark Magic at school, is there?" As Hermione, who was most familiar with the subjects at Hogwarts, asked directly.

"Hmm--, what I'm about to say, you can't tell anyone for the time being, understand?" Seeing the three of them nod, Aisen continued, "Defense Against the Dark Artswill be vacant, and the school will open a new course called Conquering Dark Magic."

"Defense Against the Dark Arts will be vacant!" Surprise appeared on Hermione's face.

"Don't worry, the content taught in the new Conquering Dark Magic course is actually similar to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Aisen looked at the three of them and slightly raised his eyebrows.

Chapter 217: Conversation After the Holiday Arrives

"So that means the school just changed the name of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class?" Ron blurted out the question first.

Hermione and Harry showed expressions of understanding, then also looked at Professor Aisen.

"Basically, you could say that," Professor Aisen said with a nod. "But Defense Against the Dark Arts wasn't directly cancelled, it was left vacant."

"Is there a difference?" Ron couldn't help but scratch his head. "Since the course name was changed to Defeating the Dark Arts, isn't it redundant for Defense Against the Dark Arts not to be cancelled and left vacant?"

"I don't know, maybe Dumbledore has some other ideas," Professor Aisen shook his head decisively, not telling them the truth of the matter.

"Never mind what the class is called, what do you think Sirius will teach us?" Harry patted Ron on the shoulder.

"Will he teach us Animagus Transfiguration?" Speaking of this, Ron suddenly became excited.

"That's impossible, Animagus Transfiguration is part of Transfiguration, something Professor McGonagall will teach us," Hermione immediately retorted. "Besides, human Transfiguration is a very advanced topic, she won't teach us until we are in our sixth year."

Ron smiled sheepishly and didn't say anything.

"Alright, don't think so much!" Professor Aisen interrupted the Trio's conversation. "The exams are over, and you don't need to stay up late anymore, go to bed quickly."

…

Early the next morning, while Professor Aisen was strolling around the school, he found that there was almost no one left in the entire Castle.

The scorching weather suddenly took a turn and stopped, which relieved many people. At the same time, because the exams were over, many people took time to visit Hogsmeade.

However, none of this mattered to Professor Aisen. Besides flipping through books in the Library to fill the memory palace in the Dream World, Professor Aisen had been practicing his magical abilities.

Of course, the Trio had also completely relaxed.

In the second week of June, which was the last day of the term, the school announced the students' exam results.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they passed every subject. Yes, even Snape's Transfiguration exam, they all passed.

Fred and George, they barely passed the Ordinary Witch Level Exam, getting their O.W.Ls certificates. And Percy, as a graduating student, successfully passed the highest level N.E.W.Ts exam, successfully getting his certificate.

At the end-of-term feast, because Gryffindor had performed outstandingly in the Quidditch matches, they successfully won the House Cup. Therefore, at the feast, Dumbledore transformed the decorations into scarlet and gold to celebrate.

Everyone was celebrating, especially the Little Wizards of Gryffindor, everyone was laughing. Of course, compared to Gryffindor, the atmosphere on the Slytherin side was not so friendly.

The next day, when the Hogwarts Express was waiting at the station for the Little Wizards to board. ProfessorAisen met the Trio in the Great Hall.

Apparently, after breakfast, they were all going home.

"I went to see Professor McGonagall this morning, just now. I've decided not to take Muggle Studies anymore," Professor Aisen was sitting and eating with Harry and the others when Hermione suddenly announced this news.

"You have plenty of time, and your exam results are excellent, why would you suddenly think of giving up?" Professor Aisen looked at Hermione in surprise.

Professor Aisen knew that he had not only given Hermione a bracelet that made her full of energy but also given her a time-increasing BUFF. But she still gave up Muggle Studies, which surprised Professor Aisen.

"Yeah, your exam result was three hundred and twenty percent!" Ron couldn't help but say.

"I know!" Hermione looked at Professor Aisen, her face blushing slightly, as if she felt bad for the advantage Professor Aisen had given her, and quickly explained, "Using that timer frequently, I felt a bit uncomfortable. I've handed it in. After dropping Muggle Studies and Divination, I'll have a normal timetable."

"That's good, I support your decision!" Professor Aisennodded, not blaming her at all. Anyway, it was up to Hermione to decide.

"You didn't even tell us about the timer, no wonder you could be in two classrooms at once," Ron's face showed some resentment. "Aren't we your friends?"

"That's really cool! Hermione, you should have told us sooner—" Harry nodded in agreement.

"I promised Professor McGonagall I wouldn't tell anyone," Hermione said seriously, then as if she remembered something, seeing the smile on Professor Aisen's face nearby, her face turned red again.

"Harry, do you want to come and stay with me at my house during the holidays? I'll talk to Mum and Dad. I'll call you, I already know how to make a call," Ron looked at Harry, changing the subject.

"That's a telephone, Ron!" Professor Aisen corrected his phrasing.

"Okay, make a call. Thank you, Professor!" Ron continued, "There's the Quidditch World Cup this summer, how about it? Come and stay at my place and we can go watch the match together. My dad can always get some tickets."

"Yes, I bet the Dursleys will be happy to let me go. Especially after what I did to Aunt Marge," Harry said, though his face wasn't very happy.

"The Dursleys?" Ron showed a surprised expression. "Aren't you living with Sirius Black? Are you still going back to the Dursleys?"

"That's right, Dumbledore told me I have to go back to the Dursleys once a year!" Harry said, looking dejected.

"Why is that?" Ron couldn't help but ask.

Seeing the situation, Professor Aisen immediately understood, thinking that Dumbledore must have told him about the protective Charm on Harry.

Next, just as Professor Aisen expected, Harry briefly explained his situation. Only then did Ron and Hermioneunderstand what was going on.

"So, the Charm on you requires you to go back to the Dursleys once a year to ensure you aren't harmed by Voldemort?" After listening to Harry's explanation, Ron's face showed shock.

"Yes, Dumbledore used a Charm that linked blood relations as a bond, so as long as I live with Aunt Petunia, the protective Charm on me will continue to protect me. Until I come of age," Harry said, sighing.

"Dumbledore said you have to go back once a year, right?" As if he suddenly thought of something, Ronsuddenly asked.

"That's right!" Harry nodded while eating a bread roll.

"But he didn't say how long you have to stay when you go back—" Ron immediately laughed. "You can go to the Dursleys for a day, or two or three days, and then come and stay with me, wouldn't that work?"

"Can I do that?" Harry was stunned.

"Hmm, theoretically, there should be no problem," Professor Aisen pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The effect of Dumbledore's Charm is to use blood relation as a bond, extending the magical protection on you to the concept of home, thereby prolonging the duration of the magical protection.

The purpose of returning home once a year should be to strengthen the bond linked by Dumbledore's Charm. If that's the case, then there's no need to stay for a long time, one day is enough. Of course, to be safe, it's better if you stay a few more days."

"That's really great," Upon learning that he didn't have to stay with the Dursleys the whole time, Harry's mood finally brightened.

"Harry, you don't have to go back to the Dursleys during the summer holiday either," Hermione suddenly suggested. "Didn't Dumbledore say you have to go back to the Dursleys once a year? You could choose to go back during the Halloween holiday or the Christmas holiday."

"That's right, Harry," Ron immediately agreed. "That way, during the two-month summer holiday, you can stay with Sirius Black."

"Oh, right, Professor Aisen," As Harry was happily grinning, he suddenly looked at Professor Aisen, as if he suddenly remembered something. "After Dumbledoretold me these things, he seemed to have also cast a Charm on me."

"A Charm? Was it the Charm that makes you go back to the Dursleys once a year?" Before Professor Aisen could speak, Ron couldn't wait to express his opinion.

Chapter 218: Inspiration and Speculation

"What Charm?" glancing at Ron, Aisen nodded at Harry, signaling him to continue.

"I think I just heard Dumbledore say 'Astral Projection', and then I fell asleep—" Harry said, a puzzled look on his face.

"Astral Projection—what Charm is that?" Ron looked surprised, and even Hermione next to him looked at Aisenexpectantly, waiting for his explanation.

"Astral Projection?" Aisen's expression froze for a moment, but he muttered to himself.

"Professor Aisen, is there something wrong with that Charm?" Seeing Professor Aisen's demeanor, Harrycouldn't help but ask.

"Oh, of course there's no problem, Dumbledore wouldn't hurt you." His thoughts interrupted, Aisen didn't show any abnormality, he said lightly and then continued to ask, "How did you feel after you woke up that day?"

"Well—I don't know why, but I felt very relaxed." Harryrecalled how he felt at the time, "Oh, and I slept very soundly that night, and I felt great the next day."

"That was the night Professor Lupin left Hogwarts, right!" Recalling that Harry was indeed radiant that day, Aisennodded thoughtfully.

"I remember now, you were really different that day!" Ronlooked at Harry in surprise.

"That's right, after Professor Lupin left, I wasn't in a good mood, I thought I wouldn't sleep well, but I slept very well that night—" Harry said softly.

Astral Projection—

Could it be that Dumbledore had already solved the problem of Voldemort's soul fragment within Harry? This thought irrepressibly popped into Aisen's mind.

If that were really the case, wouldn't it mean that Voldemort only had one Horcrux, hufflepuff's golden cup, left intact?

In other words, if Aisen secretly infiltrated Gringotts and destroyed hufflepuff's golden cup, Voldemort would essentially be completely finished.

Tsk tsk, Dumbledore truly lived up to his reputation as the greatest Witch of the era. When he didn't act, he didn't; when he did, he directly solved a major problem.

It's just, why didn't he tell him? Thinking like this, a strange look couldn't help but appear on Aisen's face.

However, if all of Voldemort's horcruxes were destroyed, a question couldn't help but make Aisen curious. That is, would Voldemort's remnant soul continue to exist, or would it directly dissipate?

Of course, before saying this, one must clarify that the reason Voldemort's remnant soul was able to exist outside his body and escape to the Albania forest to parasitize animals was because the horcruxes still existed.

Moreover, Voldemort, parasitizing animals, was actually able to maintain his consciousness for over ten years. Obviously, this was also due to the horcruxes.

So, back to the previous question. If all of Voldemort's horcruxes were destroyed. Would the remnant soul he hid in the Albania forest dissipate into thin air because it no longer had the support of the horcruxes?

Or, because the remnant soul was parasitizing an animal, even without a Horcrux, his remnant soul could still be maintained!

Or perhaps, without the support of the horcruxes, although Voldemort's remnant soul could parasitize an animal, it couldn't maintain a clear consciousness. Just like Nagini, who was afflicted with a blood curse, her consciousness was gradually being extinguished?

Thinking of all sorts of speculations, Aisen shook his head slightly, but the hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed.

"Harry, during the Divination exam, did ProfessorTrelawney make any prophecies?" A flash of inspiration struck, and Aisen asked.

"Professor Trelawney? No prophecies!" Harry was startled for a moment, then shook his head.

Aisen nodded and fell into thought again.

He vaguely remembered that according to the original plot, Trelawney had actually made a prophecy in front of Harry during the Divination exam. The content of the prophecy, in summary, was: Peter Pettigrew would find Voldemort and help him rise again.

But now it was obviously impossible for this prophecy to happen again.

After all, Peter Pettigrew had been locked up in Azkaban. So, Voldemort's remnant soul would naturally have to continue barely surviving in the Albania forest.

What a completely altered plot! Lamenting like this, Aisenreined in his wandering thoughts and stopped thinking further.

"Goodbye, Professor Aisen!"

"Goodbye, Professor!"

...

After eating, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all said goodbye to Aisen.

Subsequently, the Trio left Hogwarts Castle and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

The Trio went their separate ways home, while Aisencontinued his great undertaking of moving books in the Library. Recently, Aisen's Dream God Spell had been continuously cast, and the power accumulated in the Dream World was growing, but it always seemed to be just short of undergoing a qualitative change.

Regarding this, Aisen wasn't anxious, just quietly waiting.

One day, while flipping through books in the Library, Aisen was a little absent-minded, always feeling like he had overlooked something. After several moments of indecision, Aisen simply left the Library and went directly to the secret base.

Feeling the biting cold environment around him, Aisen's mood changed, and a flash of inspiration struck his mind. He suddenly thought of what he had overlooked.

Astral Projection—

Before the Trio left Hogwarts, Harry's words resurfaced in Aisen's mind, and then he thought of the term "Astral Projection".

"But—is there anything strange about Astral Projection?" Aisen sat down directly on the chair behind the long table in the Alchemy Laboratory, and then muttered to himself.

"Astral Projection is a new Charm created by Dumbledore that can knock Harry's soul out of his body and then solve the problem of Voldemort's soul fragment—no, that's not it!"

"The effect of Astral Projection, the power of Astral Projection... the principle of Astral Projection—the source!"

"The source, that's right—the source or purpose of the idea for Astral Projection is what Marvel's Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, used to travel the multiverse! Multiverse—Parallel World!"

Aisen suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with sharp light, and he instantly thought of something.

"Parallel World?" Aisen began pacing the empty space in the laboratory, "Could it be that when I used the Time Travel characteristic to go back to the past, before 1972, I did indeed go back to the past. But going back before 1972 was actually going to a Parallel World?"

When he reached this conclusion, Aisen was inexplicably shocked for a moment.

After thinking for a long time, Aisen found that if nothing unexpected happened, this should indeed be the case. This also explained why the changes he made before 1972 generally didn't have any impact on the present.

Because changes in a Parallel World would definitely not be able to affect the world Aisen was currently in. And after 1972, it was the past of Aisen's world, so some changes made could affect the present.

Wait—

Aisen suddenly thought of something. When he conducted Time Travel experiments before, he remembered very clearly that some changes he made in 1901 didn't seem to show any signs of change in 1902.

If it was just a Parallel World, then how could this be explained!

Aisen continued to ponder, his brows furrowing unconsciously. After a moment, Aisen's brows relaxed slightly, as if he had thought of something.

"Unless—every time I go back to the past before 1972, I am actually entering a completely new Parallel World!" Aisen was startled by the conclusion he reached, "This is the multiverse???"

For a moment, Aisen felt his brain was full of paste, and he was completely dumbfounded.

After a long time, Aisen stopped pacing and sat down again.

But regarding Time Travel and Parallel World, he still didn't quite understand. Well, logically speaking, there was no problem with talking about the multiverse or Parallel World.

After all, Aisen had directly transmigrated and been reborn in this world, so adding the concepts of Parallel World and multiverse wasn't incomprehensible.

But the problem was, the Time Travel characteristic integrated into Aisen, although its grade reached the legendary level, was still just a Time Travel characteristic. How could he transmigrate to another Parallel World out of thin air?

If it were Space-Time Travel, Aisen could still understand, but Time Travel made Aisen feel a bit strange.

After thinking for a long time, Aisen couldn't determine what was going on, and could only attribute it to his cheat.

"Perhaps the cheat already existed the moment he was born, and was only activated when he started working after he turned eighteen." This thought suddenly appeared in Aisen's mind, making him feel somewhat enlightened.

Chapter 219: The Visit

After a long while, Aisen's face showed a hint of helplessness.

Although he was highly confident that when he traveled through Space-Time back to the past, going before 1972 indeed led to a completely new parallel world, while going after 1972 led to the past of this world, he still needed to continue practicing to confirm this.

As for why this was the case, Aisen couldn't figure it out.

Of course, no matter what, Aisen felt certain that his future life would be much more exciting. However, since Time Travel involved parallel worlds, he believed he needed to be more cautious.

After a moment, Aisen collected his thoughts and let out a long sigh.

Now that he roughly knew the situation, he could slowly try things out in the future. Standing up, he opened a door next to the Alchemy Laboratory and entered the compartment where Aisen was keeping the Dementors.

Inside the compartment, wisps of cold air were constantly being absorbed by the runes above the two crystal balls, then transformed into energy and poured into the crystal ball below.

The Dementor confined within the crystal ball silently writhed and roared. A faint silver light emanated from the silver chains entwined within the crystal wall of the crystal ball, passing through its body and expelling the Dementor's Trait into the other crystal ball.

It was vaguely visible that the Dementor inside had almost become transparent to the point of being invisible. The other crystal ball, on the other hand, subtly revealed gray threads, constantly swirling and intertwining like clouds, formless and elusive.

After taking a look, Aisen knew that it would likely take a continuous period of time to completely strip and merge the Dementor's Trait into the other crystal ball.

At present, it was naturally not yet complete.

However—

Should he stop the magic, dismantle them, and then take them to the past, utilizing the time bug to achieve his goal? Thinking this, Aisen couldn't help but curve his lips.

Simply put, it would take another year or two, or even longer, to fully merge the Dementor's Trait into the crystal ball.

Therefore, Aisen could go back five years, rearrange everything, and then return to the present.

Clearly, for Aisen himself, although only a moment had passed, the crystal ball had actually been operating for five years.

In this way, wouldn't Aisen have perfectly achieved his goal?

As this thought flashed through his mind, Aisen didn't hesitate. He directly waved his hand, dispersing the continuously operating Magical Runes on the crystal balls, and then put the two crystal balls away.

Subsequently, Aisen transformed into light, darting across Antarctica. He found another location and directly activated the Time Travel Trait within him, returning to the Space-Time of 1985.

To be on the safe side, Aisen deliberately returned to the past several years earlier.

On January 1, 1985, somewhere in Antarctica, covered in an endless expanse of glaciers, Aisen's figure appeared out of thin air.

After glancing around and seeing that there wasn't much change from the future, Aisen went directly deep into the ice layers and excavated a small room.

Then, Aisen arranged the crystal balls and cast magicagain, connecting them. Runes appeared in the air above the crystal balls, and the faint cold air condensed and was absorbed by the runes, then transformed into energy and poured into the crystal ball below.

The silver chains on the inner wall of the crystal ball emitted a silver glow, radiating from the Dementor's figure inside and merging into the other crystal ball.

The entire cycle was set up by Aisen once again.

After a brief sigh of admiration, Aisen didn't hesitate. He immediately Apparated to the surface of the ice. Then, he activated the power of the time Trait within him and returned to 1994.

On June 13, 1994, Aisen's figure appeared again.

After sensing himself, Aisen didn't find anything amiss. After letting out a long sigh of relief, a smile appeared on Aisen's face.

Subsequently, Aisen's figure flashed, and he arrived inside the ice layer deep below his feet. The small room was indeed still there.

In the room, the cycle between the crystal balls was still running. But, just as Aisen had expected, after nearly ten years of operation.

The Dementor's Trait had long been merged into one crystal ball, and in the crystal ball that had originally contained the Dementor, there was no longer any trace of it.

Waving his hand to disperse the floating runes, Aisendirectly used the Fiendfyre Curse to destroy the crystal ball that had contained the Dementor and picked up the other crystal ball.

He saw that this crystal ball was no longer transparent. It was filled with gray misty threads, giving it a mysterious feeling.

Furthermore, when he held this crystal ball, a chilling, gloomy feeling immediately surfaced in his heart. Although it was vastly different from the despair and oppression felt when directly facing a Dementor, Aisenstill felt a slight discomfort.

Fortunately, as magic flowed within Aisen, all the unusual sensations were expelled.

"I wonder if the Miracle Trait of the Golden Finger is useful for this thing!" After flipping his hand and putting the crystal ball away, Aisen frowned and muttered.

Apparition Without A Trace was activated, and Aisen's figure appeared on the ice surface. Then, Aisen cast a spell to level the room he had opened below, restoring it to its original state.

For the time being, Aisen didn't do anything else but went home for a visit.

Seeing his parents again, Aisen found them to be the same as before. Since Eisen Film Company had made some money, his parents' lives were much better.

Of course, because he didn't want his parents to worry for the time being, Aisen directly cast a spell to guide his parents to overlook some of his own issues. For example, his parents only knew that he was developing the market in another place, but they would directly overlook what he was specifically doing.

On June 20, 1994, after staying at home for a full week, Aisen said goodbye to his parents and returned to Hogwarts. After all, Aisen hadn't forgotten that Dumbledore was going to take him to visit someone.

...

Traveling back and forth between the Muggle World and the Wizarding World always gave one a feeling of being in another era. Especially after Aisen returned to Hogwarts, the entire world seemed to quiet down significantly, and that feeling was particularly strong.

Moving through Hogwarts Castle, Aisen's figure passed through the corridor, walked past the Professor of Dark Arts's office, entered the spiral staircase, and went directly to the entrance of Dumbledore's office.

With God's Perspective activated, Aisen naturally saw Dumbledore in his office.

Knocking on the door, Aisen was welcomed in by Dumbledore.

"Good morning, Headmaster!" Seeing Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, Aisen stepped forward and greeted him.

"Good morning, Aisen, how are the preparations for the Duelling Club coming along?" Dumbledore put down the parchment in his hand and picked up the cup next to him, taking a sip.

"The preparations are foolproof—" Aisen's mouth twitched, "However, Headmaster, what do you think about bringing Professor Flitwick and Professor Snapeinto the Duelling Club?"

"Hmm, that's a wonderful idea, I have no objections!" Dumbledore put down the cup and nodded.

"Alright, are you busy?" Aisen pointed at the parchment in front of Dumbledore and asked. If Dumbledore was busy with his own matters, Aisen would consider coming back another time.

"No—just looking up some information!" Dumbledorepicked up the parchment and handed it over.

"This is—a list of Death Eaters?" After taking the parchment and glancing at it, Aisen's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Avery, Lestrange, Nott, Rosier, Bellatrix... A rough look showed information on about thirty to forty people.

Good heavens, was Dumbledore preparing to make a move against these Death Eaters?

"That's right, I'm investigating hufflepuff's golden cup, and I'm wondering who among them is most likely to have it!" Dumbledore looked at Aisen, a strange look flashing in his eyes.

"So you have a target?" Aisen asked calmly, putting down the parchment without showing any emotion.

"Not yet." Dumbledore slowly said, withdrawing his gaze, and then folded the parchment.

A strange look flashed and disappeared in Aisen's eyes. He remained silent for a moment, saying nothing.

"Has the issue with Harry been resolved?" After a while, Aisen's tone changed, and he casually asked.

"Yes, it's finally resolved." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I still have to thank you for your suggestion, ProfessorAisen!"

"Don't be a stranger, Headmaster!" Aisen waved his hand, "Besides, I just suggested a solution, and it's thanks to you being able to create that Charm."

"No, Aisen, you come from the Muggle World, so you might not understand these things." Dumbledore stood up from behind his desk, "But I must say, for old guys like us who are a bit stubborn in our thinking, sometimes some ingenious ideas are extremely important."

Shrugging his shoulders, Aisen showed a slightly embarrassed expression on his face. As for what ingenious ideas were, in his opinion, they were just a little bit of brainstorming.

"Let's go, Aisen, I'll take you to meet someone!" Dumbledore walked out from behind his desk, tidied his robes, and looked at Aisen with a mysterious expression.

"Is it Nicolas Flamel?" Aisen stood up, raising his eyebrows slightly as he spoke a name.

"Hmm—you guessed it!" Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

Chapter 220: Talking Dumbledore Dizzy

In a coffee shop near St. Martin's Lane in West London, Aisen followed Dumbledore here.

Although the two were wearing Witch robes, this strange appearance did not attract the attention of the surrounding Muggle. Obviously, the two used magic to influence the crowd. Or rather, they lowered their sense of presence to an extreme degree.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" Sitting by a window seat, Aisen picked up two cups and quietly cast a spell to fill them with coffee.

"Hmm—Professor Aisen, I must say, if you want to taste the deliciousness of coffee, you should be like them, not rely on magic." Dumbledore picked up the cup, took a sip, and smacked his lips as he spoke.

"Okay, you make a lot of sense!" Aisen shrugged and didn't retort.

"So, how much do you know about Nicolas Flamel?" Dumbledore tapped the table with his finger, and a magical shielding barrier enveloped the two.

"Very limited knowledge—" Aisen took a sip of coffee, put down the cup, and slowly began to speak, "Harry and the others found some information about Nicolas Flamelduring their first year protecting the Philosopher's Stone, and that's roughly all I know.

I only know that he was a figure from over six hundred years ago, a Witch with profound achievements in Alchemy, and also the creator of the Philosopher's Stone.

Because of the Philosopher's Stone, he and his wife Perenelle have lived until now. On the chocolate frogcard, when introducing you, it says he is your friend..."

For Aisen, Nicolas Flamel is indeed a rather mysterious figure. After all, in this world, Nicolas Flamel is arguably the only person who successfully created the Philosopher's Stone.

It is said that Nicolas Flamel was proficient in Latin and Greek, and in his youth, he made a living in Paris by selling books and copying articles. Because of his outstanding abilities, nobles often paid him to transcribe rare manuscripts.

For this reason, Nicolas Flamel had a high probability of being able to copy some Alchemy manuscripts. In fact, this was the case; once, in the manuscript 'The Book of Hieroglyphs', he discovered a mysterious document called the book of abraham.

Subsequently, Nicolas Flamel spent twenty-one years collecting information and finally deciphered this mysterious document. After that, things became natural.

Nicolas Flamel successfully used the Philosopher's Stoneto turn lead into gold, becoming a wealthy magnate who never lacked money. At the same time, he also refined the elixir of Immortality with the Philosopher's Stone and lived with his wife Perenelle until now.

In 1991, Nicolas Flamel had already celebrated his 665th birthday, and his wife had celebrated her 658th birthday.

It must be said that Nicolas Flamel is indeed a legendary figure.

However, whenever Aisen thought of his experiences, he felt a bit strange. For example, the Philosopher's Stone, this magical creation, was not invented by him, but was successfully created only after deciphering a mysterious document.

But since the mysterious document recorded it, doesn't it mean that the Philosopher's Stone had been created long ago? Yet, the Wizarding World has never discovered anyone who could live forever.

Of course, perhaps some Witch have truly lived from ancient times until now, just hidden in a corner of the world without being exposed.

"Yes, he and I are friends, and his achievements in Alchemy are truly astonishing." Dumbledore nodded and said with emotion.

"However, you said the Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed." Aisen rubbed his finger on the cup, then picked it up and took a sip.

"That's right, I've talked to Nicolas about this matter, and we both think this is the best choice!" Dumbledore said lightly.

"In that case, aren't Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenelle—" Aisen spread his hands. Although he didn't say it, the meaning was clear.

"Yes, although they saved some elixir of Immortality, enough for them to live for a while to handle things, they will indeed die." Dumbledore's tone was very calm, seemingly without any sadness for his friends.

"That's Immortality—and they just gave it up like that?" Aisen said, a strange look appearing in his eyes.

"Yes, I know, for a young person like you, this is indeed a bit incredible." Dumbledore looked at Aisen with a smile, "But for Nicolas and Perenelle, death is more like finally being able to go to bed and rest after a long day."

"Rest is rest, but they'll never wake up again, right?" Aisen said with a sigh.

"I've said many times, for a well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure. You understand, the Philosopher's Stone is not actually such a wonderful thing.

With it, no matter how much wealth or how long a life you want to possess, you can have it. These two things are what humans desire most—the problem is, these things actually do them no good." Dumbledore looked at Aisen with interest.

"For the overall human civilization, eternal life is indeed a disaster, but for individuals, the desire for Immortality is merely rooted in the fear of death." Aisen began to talk nonsense with a calm expression.

"I remember, you successfully obtained the Philosopher's Stone back then, weren't you tempted at that time?" Dumbledore looked at Aisen with a smiling face.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Aisen couldn't help but roll his eyes. The reason he wasn't tempted was because he had a cheat; without the cheat, he would definitely try every means to get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone.

"Of course I had such a thought, but—" Aisen's lips curled up.

"What?" Dumbledore showed a surprised expression.

"However, I thought very clearly at the time, since the Philosopher's Stone was created by magic power, then why can't Immortality be achieved through magical means?" Aisen pondered for a moment and then spoke the answer.

"Magical means?" Dumbledore fell into thought.

"Yes, I have always clearly known how magical magic is." Aisen paused in his speech, then continued, "Before Little Wizards enroll, magic surges occur. At that time, Little Wizards accomplish many incredible things. You know, they didn't know spells then, nor did they have wands.

The deeper I study magic, the more I feel shocked. Perhaps it's nothing to many Witch living in the Wizarding World, but I come from the Muggle World, so I think more. I even feel that magic can allow people to do whatever they want—no, it's making wishes come true!"

"Making wishes come true?" Dumbledore looked at Aisenwith a strange expression.

"Isn't that so?" Aisen spread his hands, "There is a saying in the Muggle World, I don't know if you are aware of it, it believes that—causality is the underlying logic of the world, and nothing and no action can violate causality.

For example, if I slap your right cheek, then your right cheek will hurt. It will never be the case that after I slap your right cheek, your right cheek feels nothing, but instead your left cheek starts to hurt.

Obviously, this is illogical and causally inconsistent."

"What you said makes a lot of sense!" Dumbledorenodded after pondering for a moment.

"But magic, this magical power, can violate causality, or rather, it is not restricted by the world's underlying logical rules. For example, after slapping the right cheek, the effect of the pain can be transferred to the left cheek through a Transfer Spell.

Another example, without understanding the basic particle composition of a substance, directly transform into a substance using Transfiguration. Create a copy of an item out of thin air using the Duplication Charm. What is this if not making wishes come true!"

After rambling on about a lot of random things, Aisenfinally brought the topic back around.

"You want to use this ability to make wishes come true to make yourself Immortal?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask, looking at Aisen as if he were looking at a madman.

"Cough cough—since the power of magic is so magical, it's not impossible, right!" Aisen assumed a matter-of-fact posture.

"Alright, the ideas of young people are always a bit astonishing, us old folks can't keep up." Dumbledoreshook his head, seemingly regretting his backwardness.

Before Aisen could continue speaking, Dumbledoresuddenly reached out and tapped the air a few times, seemingly touching something, or perhaps receiving some information.

"Come on, let's go now." After Dumbledore stopped his movements, he stood up and patted his robes.