The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

Dumbledore watched Aesop leave the principal's room and lifted the ear-blocking spell.

The water mist sprayed from the silverware on the table suddenly became unstable. He stretched out his finger and tapped it. Then, the sprayed water mist seemed to be alive, entangled above the silverware, and formed a A foggy face.

"You look much older, Nico."

"Oh, Dumbledore, please don't say such words to an old guy who is about to die. It will dampen his enthusiasm for life." Although Nico Flamel's face was presented in the form of water mist, it was particularly vivid. Every wrinkle on the face can be counted in detail.

"Have you met that kid? How was it?"

Dumbledore looked at Nico. At this time, his own face should have appeared on the other side's table in the form of water mist: "Nico, if it takes one year to see someone clearly, then it will take seven years or even It’s still not that easy to see more of the time.”

"It's really not good news." The misty Nico sighed, "It's really troublesome to find an heir before death. What about Harry, Harry Potter, what do you think of him?"

Dumbledore smiled: "I must admit that Harry has a very good temperament, but he is not outstanding in some subjects. As your heir, he is not a particularly suitable choice."

Nico curled his lips: "When I asked the principals of other magic schools to help me recommend successors, they wanted to praise their own students. Why is it that this one is not suitable for you and that one is not suitable for you? Could it be that they are from Hogwarts? Is the knowledge profound enough to extend my inheritance?"

"Oh, Nico, Hogwarts welcomes your knowledge. If you want, I can even free up the principal's office as a place to display your collection of books. However, you asked me to recommend the heir to inherit your almost starry sky. Heir to vast knowledge, then I can only say that Mr. Potter is not the right person,"

"And Mr. Green, he is someone I have never understood."

Aesop slowly walked down the spiral staircase outside the principal's room, his mind constantly replaying the conversation he had just had with Dumbledore.

"Your system of classifying the power of magic spells is very interesting, and it is applicable to most magic spells. Getting started, mastering, and then becoming proficient is how young wizards learn magic spells. Silent spell casting and continuous spell casting in a short period of time are the main methods. The mark of [Proficiency] is also very suitable. Is this a job requirement for Aurors, Mr. Green? You mean that only at this level of magic can it have practical value and be used in actual combat.

If you want to cast spells without a wand, you have to understand the spell very well. Indeed, at this point, you are ready to enter the house.The master level and grand master level are also very interesting. Once you have mastered the magic spell to this level, you can really teach it to others without worrying about mistaking others.

Are you saying that your grandmaster spell is the Iron Armor Curse?It was really unexpected. I thought it would be a more... more powerful spell. Well, I didn't mean to laugh at it. It was even a very wise choice, Aesop.I'd love to see that, after all those spells you secretly practiced in school didn't sit well with your classmates. "

Has your iron armor spell been broken by someone else?This is normal, Aesop, you don’t think that the spell is invincible when it reaches the master level, right? "

Dumbledore's blue glasses seemed to shine through: "Let's put it this way, Aesop, you should have your own spells, right? Are you particularly good at using these self-created spells? Right, you even feel like The master-level spells are almost as easy to use."

"That's right. After the magic spell has entered the room as you mentioned, the increase in power is secondary. What is needed after that is the understanding of the magic spell. And the master level actually means the understanding of the magic spell has reached and created It’s almost the same level as others, so the self-created curse is a curse with a natural master-level understanding.”

Aesop's eyes lit up and a real smile appeared on his face: "So, the Grandmaster level is not the end of the curse, but the beginning!"

"Only when you reach this level can you be considered to be standing on the shoulders of giants - you have already stood at the same height as the creator of the curse. The subsequent improvement is to incorporate your own understanding into it. Therefore, the master level The path to magic from now on will be your own! Thank you, Principal."

Dumbledore looked at Aesop and was slightly stunned. After a while, he said: "I have to admire your ability to understand, which is as good as mine when I was young."

Ha, I didn’t expect that old man Dumbledore was also a tsundere.

Aesop, who was deep in thought, bumped into someone: "I'm sorry."

"Aesop, have you become arrogant after becoming a popular figure among Aurors?"

Aesop looked at Professor Snape, who always wore a black wizard robe, and said happily: "I didn't expect to see you again, Mr. Dean. We haven't seen each other for a long time since graduation."

"I'm always at Hogwarts. If Aesop the Busy Man really wants to see me, I think he knows where to see me, or do I have to give you a map of Hogwarts?"

"You are still as mean as ever, Dean." Aesop said helplessly.

Snape twitched his larger-than-average nose: "It smells so strong of coffee. I also heard Professor Flitwick say that you would occasionally go back to Hogwarts and drink the freshest coffee together in his office." Coffee, by the way, let’s talk about the papers in the Curse Journal?”

"Oh, Aesop Green, you are a Slytherin graduate. Your dean's office is not in the tower."

Haha, are you jealous, Dean?

"So, Dean, what can I do to undo my sin?"

Snape narrowed his eyes: "After you catch Black, give him to me first! Don't deny it in a hurry. Those idiots outside can't catch the cunning Black, but you..."

"Potter, what is that in your hand?" Snape suddenly grabbed Harry Potter who was not far away. "Not all books can be taken out of the library. I will deduct points from you. Remember Or are you eavesdropping on the professor’s conversation?”

"Oh, Professor Snape, this is not a library book. It was lent to Harry by Professor Flitwick." Hermione said anxiously.

"Who can testify, Miss Granger? Who knows if this is an excuse you made up to avoid being deducted?"

Ron and Harry were about to explode with rage, they were such disgusting greasy old bats.

Aesop touched his nose: "Dean, I think I can testify."

"You? Aesop?" Snape's eyes were unkind.

However, Aesop had long been accustomed to such a look, and pointed to the book in Harry's hand without any pressure: "I saw this book in Professor Flitwick's office, "Oriental Witchcraft in Black and White" , it is said that it has only published about ten copies in total, and I don’t think there will be a second copy in Hogwarts.”

"Forget it this time, Potter." Snape let go of Harry, "Go back to the common room and don't run around!"