Rumors that Harry was the heir of Slytherin soon spread like wildfire on campus.
Justin Fenrir, the Hufflepuff boy who was rescued by Harry in the Duel Club, not only did not feel grateful to Harry, but was full of fear of him. He almost fell in love with him when he met him on the road. Walk.
It’s not his fault. He was born as a Muggle and had the opportunity to go to Eton College (Aaron: Who wouldn’t), but later chose to come to Hogwarts.
Therefore, when he heard that there was a terrifying monster in this school that specifically targeted Muggles like them, he felt extremely regretful.
In school, the little wizards would almost avoid him when they saw him, as if Harry was some kind of scary monster that could grow fangs and spit out venom at any time.
Harry was very troubled by this, but fortunately, he had something to do these days, and when he devoted all his energy to it, he could forget these worries for a short time.
He was busy learning swordsmanship with Neville.
Ever since the day at the Duel Club, he had seen Aaron's swordsmanship that was so cool that he had no friends, and naturally he had been yearning for it, so he asked Aaron if he could learn swordsmanship with Neville.
Aaron refused to accept anyone who came, and arranged for the two of them to practice catching pairs together that day.
Soon, he discovered that both of them were very talented in swordsmanship - this may be because wizards are naturally stronger physically.
Especially Harry, from that duel class Aaron could see that when it comes to learning war spells - and even all other skills that can be used in combat, Harry's talent is extremely high, he is simply born. Auror.
"I heard that your parents died fighting Voldemort?"
Aaron asked at one point.
"Yes, Professor." Harry lowered his eyes, feeling a little depressed.
"Don't be sad. You have inherited their talents very well. If there is a chance in the future, maybe you can be an Auror."
"What is an Auror, Professor?"
"Someone who fights against the dark arts and defends the wizarding world - just like your parents."
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"The body must be light and the steps must be steady. Breathing is the key. Remember the movements I teach you and don't compromise easily."
"This rhythm is very good. It's very important to keep Harry. In battle, you have to bring your opponent into your rhythm as much as possible..."
Finally, after a long time of practice...
Harry and Neville were soaked in sweat. As soon as they heard Aaron say it was over, they immediately dropped their swords and collapsed weakly on the ground.
"Very good. You are making rapid progress. I am very pleased. Let's take a rest and then..."
Aaron waved his wand, and two armchairs immediately flew over, allowing Harry and Neville to sit down. Then he waved again, and two teacups immediately appeared in front of them, containing a strong-smelling coffee-like liquid.
As soon as they saw it, Harry and Neville immediately grimaced:
"I still want to drink, Professor..."
"certainly."
The two suddenly despaired - since the first practice, Aaron would let them drink this special liquid, which was a potion prepared by Aaron himself.
At that time, Aaron gave them a lot of reasoning, saying that after drinking it, it can effectively replenish substances in the body and prevent muscle dissolution. In short, it has various benefits and so on...
But that doesn't change the fact that it tastes terrible...
When the two of them rested enough to catch their breath...
"Okay, it's going to get dark soon. You should go back. Harry, you can stay for a while."
"Me?" Harry pointed at himself.
"Yeah." Aaron nodded.
"Professor, am I leaving then?" Neville walked out the door.
"Go ahead. If you have free time when you get back, practice more."
The door to the office was closed, and Aaron got straight to the point: "Harry, I asked you to stay because I hope you can do me a favor..."
Harry cast a curious look.
Aaron waved his magic wand, and a strange-shaped bottle flew over instantly. There was a ball of silvery gas in the bottle, which was slowly rotating.
"Professor, what is this?"
"This is a gramophone bottle." Aaron introduced concisely:
"A relatively rare gadget. Its function is very simple. It is similar to a Muggle record player. It can save the sounds you hear and play them repeatedly."
"Oh!" Harry looked slightly shocked.
"I used alchemy to make some small modifications to it, and now it can be used for some more meaningful things..."
"For example?"
"For example, a translator."
"Professor, you haven't given up yet..." Harry thought for a moment and quickly figured out what Aaron wanted to do.
"Maybe you want to struggle a little longer, Harry. I suggest you learn this from me and never give up."
Yes, after knowing the identity of Harry's parselmouth, it was impossible for Aaron not to conduct corresponding research.
Only this time, Runas' analysis failed. The ability of Parseltongue seemed to be much more complicated than Seamus' explosive ability, so it was difficult for Runas to extract the corresponding magical properties.
However, the word "give up" never appeared in Aaron's dictionary. If one path could not be taken, he quickly thought of another path.
"Then Professor, what are you going to do?"
"It's very simple..."
Aaron took out a scroll that he had prepared a long time ago. The scroll was densely written with words - these were some basic words that Aaron believed were needed to translate a language.
"The principle of this translator is relatively complicated, so I won't introduce it to you too much. I want to ask you for a favor now..."
"You tell me, Professor."
"I would like to ask you to read the words on this scroll to this bottle one by one in order. This may be troublesome, so I am willing to give you some compensation..."
"Oh, no need, Professor..." Harry waved his hand quickly: "I am willing to help you, no reward is needed, this is the truth."
"Don't push me away, Harry."
Aaron opened the drawer: "This is not a reward, just a little gift to thank you for your help - I heard Hermione said that you are very interested in my wine of craftsmanship?"
"I……"
Harry was about to refuse, but when Aaron actually took out the wine of craftsmanship, his eyes immediately straightened.
"Well, Hermione is right."
Harry admitted honestly.
Aaron said with a smile: "That's right, but this bottle of wine has been blended with my blood. You can't use it to get other people's skills. Is that okay? Harry."
"Of course, of course." Harry nodded flattered.
"Okay, that's settled, let me introduce the rules to you..."
"Have you noticed the gas in this bottle? The rule is very simple. The color of the gas will change. Every time you say a word to it, pay attention to its color."
"If the color is green, it means your entry was successful and you can continue to read the next one. If it is red, it means it was not successful and you need to read it a few more times."
"Remember, you must follow the order I wrote on the scroll. From top to bottom, whichever word you read will be marked. This is to prevent you from remembering it wrong..."
As soon as Aaron introduced the rules, Harry couldn't wait to try it.
He looked at the scroll and spoke the first word to the bottle.
But the gas in the bottle didn't change at all, it was still its original color.
"What does this mean? Professor."
"This means you are still speaking in human language, Harry." Aaron had a look of helplessness on his face.
