Chapter 452 Taking the spotlight? It is impossible to resign (1/2)
Chapter 452 Taking over the show? Resignation is out of the question
Aaron looked at Dumbledore, who was sitting calmly in the staff seat, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Is it that serious? Do you still need to emphasize it at the opening banquet?
The song sung by the Sorting Hat was definitely not thought of by it alone, at least the last warning part was not. Without the permission of the headmaster, the Sorting Hat would not have the courage to speak out at the opening banquet.
Although most people may not take the so-called warning seriously, a few people, especially freshmen, may not think so.
"Euan Abercrombie." Professor McGonagall read out the first name, and a shy little boy stumbled forward and sat on the stool.
She put the Sorting Hat on Euan's head, and after a brief thought, the crack next to the brim of the hat opened, "Gryffindor."
The Gryffindor students applauded together and welcomed the first freshman of this school year to sit at their table.
"Daisy Gleeson."
"Ravenclaw."
"Samuel Stamp."
"Slytherin."
......
The ranks of freshmen were gradually reduced, and warm applause broke out from the four colleges from time to time.
As the last young wizard was sorted into Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall put away the Sorting Hat and stool, and the Sorting Ceremony officially ended.
"Welcome our freshmen and old students." Dumbledore stood up, and under the expectant eyes of everyone, he smiled and said, "I want to say... Eat!"
As soon as the voice fell, all kinds of delicious food suddenly appeared on the four college tables and the staff seats.
There was warm applause and cheerful laughter in the hall, and wizards of all sizes began to feast on it.
Aaron put Abe on the table, filled it with a full plate of meat, and then began to enjoy dinner slowly.
However, when he looked at the dozen freshmen while eating, he felt a little depressed for some reason.
The prefect has to take care of these eleven-year-old freshmen. Although wizards are more mature than Muggles, management is simply a waste of energy for him.
Resign, must resign.
Go to Professor Snape tomorrow to hand in the resignation report.
Aaron immediately made up his mind, prefect? Whoever wants to be one can be one, anyway, he won't be one.
After the students had eaten and drunk enough, Dumbledore stood up again, and the noisy hall suddenly became quiet.
"I want to say some things for the first-year freshmen and some overly lively seniors.
First, students cannot set foot in the Forbidden Forest at will.
Second, the administrator Mr. Filch asked me to tell everyone that magic is not allowed in the corridor during class breaks. As for other regulations, they are posted on the door of Mr. Filch's office."
"In addition, there are two changes in our teaching staff this school year.
First, we welcome Professor Grubbly-Plank back. She will teach you the Care of Magical Creatures class, and Professor Hagrid will temporarily leave."
"That big fool is not in school after all." Pansy smiled.
"It's not polite to talk about a big fool behind someone's back." Aaron said speechlessly, "He taught us for two years after all."
"Yeah! I still remember it clearly." Draco pouted, "My arm hurts when I think about it. That hippogriff almost killed me."
"Didn't you ask for it?"
Draco:......
"We also welcome the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." Dumbledore pointed at Umbridge, "Professor Dolores Umbridge, I want you to wish the professor good luck here.
The school Quidditch selection will be..."
"Ahem!"
Umbridge stood up, Dumbledore's voice stopped abruptly, and the whole hall became quiet in an instant.
Dumbledore was obviously stunned for a moment, and others also looked at the new professor in surprise.
The headmaster hasn't finished speaking yet, and you dare to interrupt him. Do you know the rules?
Umbridge's face was full of fake smiles, and she walked slowly to the front of the stage. "Thank you, Mr. Headmaster, thank you for your warm welcome speech.
It's really happy. Seeing your smart and happy faces smiling at me, I think we can become very good friends."
"No way." George and Fred said in unison.
The others looked at each other, and many of them showed playful smiles on their faces.
Aaron rolled his eyes in disdain. Umbridge should say this to the children in the kindergarten. No one would listen to them.
"The Minister of Magic has always believed that the education of young male and female wizards is of vital importance, although every headmaster has dedicated new changes to this historic school.
Progress purely for the sake of progress must not be promoted.
We must preserve what should be preserved, improve all things that should be improved, and abolish those things that should be banned in the first place."
"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, your speech is very inspiring." Dumbledore led the applause, and some students who didn't understand followed suit.
There was a sparse applause in the hall, but Umbridge didn't care at all and returned to her seat.
"Good fellow, I thought she would proceed step by step or step by step, but who would have thought she would dare to take the lead right from the start." Aaron laughed dumbly, "Should I say she is brave or stupid?"
"What do you mean?" Draco asked puzzled.
"The position of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is cursed. Guess why she will leave after a year."
"Uh... Fudge should probably transfer him back!"
"I originally thought so, but after what she said just now, I realized that I was too small." Aaron said meaningfully, "Umbridge will probably be kicked out of Hogwarts by all the teachers and students in the school."
"No way!" Pansy couldn't believe it, "She was sent by Fudge after all."
“We’ll see!
With her character, I wouldn't be surprised at all even if she was sacked or slapped with a sap. "
Dumbledore continued to talk about the previous topic, and then announced that everyone was dismissed.
"Slytherin first years, please follow me.
I'll take you to the Slytherin common room. Aaron stood up and said, carefully counting the number of people, and then walked out of the auditorium with a dozen freshmen.
Go down the steps, pass through the foyer and dark corridors, and come to a basement.
"This is the entrance to the Slytherin common room, remember this place." Aaron pointed to a stone wall and said, "There are four houses in Hogwarts, and each house's common room has its own password.
Only by pronouncing the correct password can you enter the common room. However, the password is not static. Everyone should pay attention to the bulletin board in time.
This time the password is gillyweed. "
After the words fell, the stone wall opened like a door, revealing a doorway.
Everyone filed in, and a dozen young wizards curiously looked at the place where they would live in the future.
The senior students had already returned to their dormitories first, so the entire common room seemed relatively empty.
The dark green tone, Gothic decoration style, exquisite fireplaces, weird and magical sculptures, and medieval tapestries depicting Slytherin's famous adventures all deeply attracted them.
“Slytherin represents the element of water and our common room is built underwater.
You can see the scenery in the water at any time. This kind of treatment is not available in the other three colleges. "Pansy looked at the surprised eyes of these new students with a bit of pride in her eyes.
"Girls, come with me and I'll take you to the girls' dormitory.
As for the boys, go to the boys dormitory with Gaius. "
"Wait a minute." Aaron stopped Panxi, and then looked at the dozen first-year freshmen, "Prefects have the responsibilities of prefects. If you encounter problems in study and life, you can ask prefects for help, but some trivial matters Don’t bother me with little things.”
Pansy shrugged and left with the girls. Aaron also arranged for the remaining boys to be allocated dormitories.
When he returned to his single dormitory, Aaron couldn't help but yawned and sat lazily on the bed.
If he wasn't a prefect, he should have been back half an hour ago.
"System, sign in."
"The host signed in at Hogwarts and received ten magic points."
"Blessed land!" Aaron sighed, then took off the ring on his left hand, and half of the sealed magic energy immediately returned to his body.
However, the feeling of fulfillment lasted less than three seconds before half of the magic energy was quickly lost, turning him into a person exactly like Aaron.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"It's better to use less polite words!" Aaron said, "If nothing else happens, Genes should be able to get other magical knowledge from ancestor Wicht, so next..."
"I understand, the clone is a life of hard work." The missing body said angrily, and raised his fingers seriously in front of Aaron, "Elective courses, magic circle, homework, alchemy and enchanting knowledge, and occasionally I have to use up my brain. Cells advise the body.”
A flash of embarrassment flashed across Aaron's face, and he said awkwardly but politely: "This is for myself, and besides, I didn't slack off when you were working hard!
If we carry on for a few more years, we will be able to get through it when we reach the Holy Magister level, and then we won’t have to be so tight. "
"I hope so!" The missing body sighed slightly, then opened the secret room and got in.
Aaron placed Abe on his exclusive bed and lay down on the bed himself.
"System, open the personal panel."
[Host: Aaron Gaius]
[Magic energy: Body: 6467, primary magister; Thought body 6467, primary magister; total 12934 (primary great magister, a rare existence in the magic world)]
[Talent: Once-in-a-lifetime (the magic energy increases by 4 points every day, the body increases by 2 points, and the thoughts body increases by 2 points)]
[Items: Moon Drops (2/3 can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can resurrect any creature that dies within an hour)]
[Magic Points: 50]
"Fifty magic points! That's a bit too little!" Aaron muttered, "System, open the task panel!"
"Okay, host."
[Be a conscientious prefect (from now until the end of this semester);
The reward for completing the mission is 1,200 magic points. There is no penalty for mission failure. Do you want to accept it? 】
Ouch...Cio!
Aaron couldn't help but cursed, and he was so depressed that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"You did it on purpose, system, you definitely did it on purpose."
"The host should not wrong the system. This mission is purely to improve the host's abilities."
"Haha! Do you think I will believe it?
If you have the energy to be a prefect, wouldn't it be nice to improve your proficiency in the forbidden magic circle? The level of enchantment may be slightly improved by one level. "
The system was silent for a moment, "The host can choose not to accept it."
Aaron felt inexplicably that his heart had been stabbed.
Don't accept it? He didn't want to accept it, but the problem was that the reward for completing the task was one thousand two hundred magic points!
If the reward is less than 300, he will reject it decisively without saying anything. If the reward is less than 500, he may hesitate, but this one thousand and two... It can only be said that the system gives too much, and he cannot refuse. .
Aaron took a deep breath, “Accept!
Just think of it as working to make money, not shabby! "
"The host made a wise decision." The system said happily.
"Speaking of which, why is there still only one task? And it takes so long to complete?
Isn’t there one that’s short in time, low in risk, and high in return? "
system:......
Aaron also felt that he was forcing others to make things difficult for him, so he changed his words with a smile: "It's okay to have a lower return, as long as the time is short and the risk is low, I don't mind it."
“The system issues tasks based on the transactions that the host is exposed to.
Things that are easy to accomplish are not eligible to appear on the mission panel. If the host wants to get as many missions as possible, he can focus on the big BOSS, for example...Voldemort. "
"Farewell." Aaron said decisively.
What he wants is obscene development, not the kind of extreme sports with a high mortality rate, low success rate, absolute excitement, and full hatred.
Even though he is immortal now, he can only stay away from those old bastards who can't be beaten.
...
The next morning, Aaron took Abe to the auditorium for dinner early in the morning.
Just when one person and one dragon were enjoying the meal, a shadow appeared on his dining table.
Snape crossed his arms and stood opposite Aaron expressionlessly, "You don't want to be a prefect, do you?"
Aaron blinked blankly, and inadvertently saw Draco raising an eyebrow at him as he walked out, and he suddenly understood something.
He did ask Draco to suggest to Snape not to make him a prefect at noon yesterday, but he changed his mind that night because of twelve hundred magic points.
It was his negligence that he didn't have time to tell Draco, but it was only the first day of school! Is your efficiency too high?
"Uh...Professor, I know you may be unhappy when I say this, but please listen to my explanation."
"No need to explain." Snape said with a dark face, "You were named by Dumbledore himself, and I will not agree to it."
Aaron: ...
disagree? It’s okay to disagree!
If you agree, I will be the one embarrassed.
Seeing that Aaron was a little distracted, Snape thought that his tone was too harsh, and then said slowly: "No one in Hogwarts knows you better than me, and I also know that the position of prefect is a big deal for you. Not a big burden, not a small one.
But you are the most suitable for this position, especially since this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is sent by the Ministry of Magic. "
"Okay! Okay!" Aaron pretended to be impatient, "There's no need to persuade me so earnestly, it's just a prefect, I'll take it as such."
