A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

He stretched out his right hand, and the magic broom was put away.

He quickly straightened the corners of his clothes that had been ruffled by the high-speed flight and rang the doorbell.

A moment later, Dobby, the house-elf, came over and opened the door.

Dobby glanced at Genes and asked respectfully, "Sir, what brings you to Malfoy Manor?"

"Yes, I'm here to find someone."

But before that…” Genes took out his wand and cast a cleansing spell on the sprite.

"Clean up!"

A bunch of soap bubbles sprayed out from Dobby's dirty clothes, and after the spell wore off, the tattered clothes, which looked like a rag, turned light white.

"I'm sorry!" Dobby lowered his head awkwardly in his excitement. "Dobby just finished washing the dishes and hasn't had time to tidy up his clothes yet. Please don't mind, esteemed guest."

“I don’t mind, many house-elves are like that,” Genes said casually, then looked down at Dobby with a meaningful gaze. “Your name is Dobby, right?”

I want you to answer one question honestly: were there any guests visiting Malfoy Manor yesterday?

"guest?"

"Hmm...maybe my description wasn't accurate enough."

He was a twelve-year-old boy, about 1.6 meters tall, and, unsurprisingly, he was accompanied by a white cat dressed in clothes.

"This..." Dobby immediately thought of Aaron, but he was very conflicted and didn't know how to say it.

In the little elf's eyes, although Aaron's words were somewhat intimidating, he was one of the few kind and tolerant people he had ever met, and someone worthy of his protection.

He didn't know the smiling man in front of him. What if he had bad intentions?

“Alright, that’s enough,” Genes said calmly. “Your hesitation has already answered my question; it seems that Young Master Aaron is indeed here.”

"Young Master Aaron...?" Dobby looked bewildered and asked with some doubt, "Mr. Aaron is your young master?"

“Yes, I came here specifically to take the young master home,” Genes explained. “Take me inside first! I need to greet the Malfoy family’s master and take the young master away.”

"Okay, please come this way."

Dobby led Genes to the main hall on the first floor of the castle. "Sir, please wait a moment. The master will be here soon."

"There's no rush for this."

Genes waved his hand. Now that he was here, he was sure to catch the young master without a doubt.

Just then, a piece of paper on the table caught his attention.

Genes felt a strange unease creeping into his heart; the scene seemed strangely familiar!

Curious, he went over to take a look. The first thing he saw was the young master's handwriting. He was indeed at Malfoy Manor; he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

But after carefully reading the line above, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but slam his hand on the table.

boom!

A loud slapping sound rang out, startling Dobby.

"This is too much, and too...willful."

"Guest, are you alright?"

Genes rubbed his forehead in despair, looking at the words 'You arrived a few hours later than I expected' written on the paper, and a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Is this considered a provocation? Or is it an open and blatant one?

He finally found the right place, but he was still a step too late.

The only consolation was that this note once again proved Aaron's ability, and that the Gaius family indeed had a worthy successor.

Chapter 130: Being in the midst of blessings and not knowing the blessings

Draco slowly walked out of the stairwell, followed by the Malfoys, who looked on with surprise.

"I'm sorry," Genes said awkwardly, "it was my rudeness."

"It's alright, our table is quite sturdy." Lucius smiled nonchalantly and said calmly, "Mr. Genes, is there something you need that you've come all this way for?"

After Aaron left, Draco spoke with the two of them, explaining the background of the incident and Aaron's next plans.

The Malfoys immediately decided to cooperate with their son and put on a good show, hoping to forge a favorable relationship with the heir of the Gaius family.

To Draco's surprise, his parents didn't seem to mind Aaron choosing the Weasleys as his second refuge; in fact, they admired his decision.

“There was something I needed to do, but now…” Genes sighed and put Aaron’s note away. “Now it’s gone.”

"You seem a little confused. Is there anything I can do to help you, Malfoy?"

Genes hesitated for a moment, then turned his gaze to Draco. "You and the young master are good friends. Do you know that he ran away from home?"

"Huh?" Draco paused, feigning ignorance. "I don't know!"

Aaron didn't say anything; I always thought he came to visit me.

Wait, do you mean Aaron ran away from home?

"I guess so! We've been looking for him all day."

“This is a big deal!” Lucius frowned slightly, and his expression changed a little. “Mr. Genes, we really want to help you, but Aaron left after breakfast and has been gone for at least three hours.”

Genes nodded with some regret; he hadn't placed his hopes on this family.

"I'm sorry to bother you all, but could you please tell me the place names or people names that the young master mentioned on this day?"

The three looked at each other, and after their eyes met, they all shook their heads in unison.

"No? That makes things a bit tricky."

Genes looked worried; the trail had gone cold again.

They finally pinpointed the location, but they were a step too late. To make matters worse, Aaron might not go to his classmate's house again, which meant that their search area had to be expanded once more, making it even more difficult to find him within two days.

"Which direction did the young master walk in?"

“Well…” Draco scratched his head sheepishly, “I dropped him off at the door and didn’t see him off anymore. There’s only one main road in front of our house.”

Genes's lips twitched; this answer was rather abstract!

While not explicitly stating that he didn't know, he subtly added pressure by setting the direction Aaron might have left in any direction.

"Alright! Before I leave, I would like to thank everyone again for taking care of my young master."

"It might just be a childish prank, but Gaius will remember this favor," Genes said with a forced smile. "I have to go see my young master, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Genes turned and left. He had to hurry back and discuss a plan with Anna to try to find Aaron's hiding place before the start of the school year.

"Draco, go see the guest out." Lucius quickly nudged his son's arm, wanting him to make a good impression on Genes.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Genes take out a flying broom. In the instant he flew into the sky, his body became transparent and disappeared in front of them in the blink of an eye.

“We don’t need to now!” Draco chuckled.

Lucius ignored his son and looked at Narcissa with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "It turns out I underestimated this family's resources."

Narcissa also looked serious, but when she looked at her son, she felt a sense of relief.

"At least Draco and Aaron get along well, which is a good thing."

"Too."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Draco, are you sure he's a butler?"

“I’m absolutely certain, Aaron told me that.”

“This butler is no ordinary man!” Lucius exclaimed. “The illusion spell he cast just now was perfect. Your mother and I watched him become invisible, but we couldn’t sense his presence at all.”

The fact that he could do that shows that his strength is above ours, perhaps even far surpasses ours.

"It can't be that exaggerated!" Draco said skeptically. "Genes looks to be at most thirty years old. I can accept that his strength is similar to or slightly stronger than yours, but far exceeding that...?"

“Son, we didn’t lie to you,” Narcissa explained earnestly. “He didn’t hide anything when he was casting the spell; he deliberately let us see it.”

Your father and I are both archmages. If he could make us feel completely outmatched, he must be at least a grand archmage.

"And he might not be a beginner-level Archmage," Lucius added. "Or rather, he's not the kind of wizard who's all show and no substance; his actual combat power is definitely stronger than others of the same level."

Upon hearing this, Draco's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth gaped open.

He is a pureblood among purebloods, and his understanding of the magical world is far deeper than that of the average wizard.

In the current magical world, archmages are the elite, and most wizards are stuck at this bottleneck their entire lives, unable to make any progress.

As for archmages, they are extremely rare, each one a well-known figure in the magical world, respected wherever they go.

All the Grand Magisters have one thing in common: they are old. Almost all of them are over fifty years old, and some are even over a hundred or several hundred years old.

But what does a Grand Magister in his thirties mean? He can't be described as just a talented person; he's an absolute genius!

"In my memory, the only people who can reach the rank of Archmage at this age, besides the Headmaster of Hogwarts, are... Mysterio," Lucius said with a sigh. "They are the wizarding world's recognized beings capable of breaking through to the rank of Saint Archmage."

Gulu!

Draco couldn't help but swallow, a forced smile appearing on his lips.

The idea of ​​a butler who could grow into a Saint Magister is somewhat absurd.

"Does Aaron know that his butler is this capable?"

“How would I know?” Lucius shrugged. “If Genes doesn’t want Aaron to know, he’ll definitely be kept in the dark.”

However, Aaron's parents must have known Genes' capabilities; otherwise, they wouldn't have entrusted Aaron's life to him so readily.

"Hehe! This must be what they call not appreciating what they have!" Draco said with a hint of envy.

“Draco,” Narcissa glared at him sternly, “you have to keep this a secret. Aaron can’t know.”

“That’s right,” Lucius said. “Giens just said that the Gaius family would remember this favor, but then he demonstrated his strength.”

It means that if you encounter any trouble in the future, you can go to him, but only within the capabilities of a Grand Magister. It's a favor, neither too big nor too small.

Draco nodded; he knew how important the Archmage's favors were.

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