A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

As he spoke, he pulled a fat gray rat out of his pocket. "Its name is Banban. It's beyond saving. All it does all day is eat and sleep."

Aaron immediately moved his body back, trying to increase the distance between himself and the rat as much as possible.

However, Abe in his arms seemed to smell something disgusting, revealing a wary and disgusted expression. He pointed at the sleeping mouse with a white paw and kept baring his teeth.

Ron immediately took his pet back. He had almost forgotten that Aaron's pet was a cat. What was the difference between taking out a mouse in front of a cat and feeding it?

"Don't worry, my Abe doesn't eat mice." Aaron reassured Abe with a wry smile, his gaze towards the mouse carrying a hint of scrutiny.

After all, Abe is a sacred dragon, not a cat. What could elicit such a reaction from it must not be an ordinary mouse, or... it might not even be a mouse at all.

But that has nothing to do with him. Even if Ron also kept a magical creature he had never seen before, it wouldn't matter!

Ron then put Banban on the table with peace of mind and began to enjoy his meal.

As for the sandwiches he brought, he had long since thrown them aside. What were they compared to these snacks?

Harry picked up a box, glanced at it, and put the beans inside into his mouth. He then tasted an indescribable flavor, and his expression turned strange.

“Those are Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. They come in all sorts of flavors,” Ron said. “There’s chocolate mint, and there’s also spinach, tripe, and liver.”

George said he'd even tasted something that smelled like snot.

"Ugh!" Aaron suddenly felt nauseous and immediately blacklisted the snack.

Harry silently spat out the Beans of Flavor and threw them in the trash can, figuring out that what he'd eaten probably tasted like snot.

A moment later, Harry picked up a box with a five-pointed star on it that said "Chocolate Frog" and asked curiously, "There's no real frog in here, is there?"

“That’s one way to understand it,” Aaron said with a smile.

“This is magic. People usually buy these snacks for the pictures inside. Every pack has a picture of a great magician. I’ve already collected more than five hundred of them,” Ron said.

Harry opened the package, and a frog croaked in the carriage. The pure chocolate-colored frog's eyes twitched slightly before it hopped toward the window.

However, when it jumped into the air, Abe suddenly leaped up and grabbed it, then proudly put the chocolate into his mouth.

"Cough cough!"

Aaron coughed lightly, and Abe awkwardly stopped what he was doing.

"Go ahead and eat, but be careful, I don't want your mouth covered in chocolate," Aaron laughed.

Abe paused for a moment, then raised its paw and smashed the chocolate frog, before putting small pieces into its mouth.

This scene left Harry and Ron completely stunned.

They had seen cats before, but never one so intelligent and understanding.

"Aaron, how much did you pay for this cat? It must have been expensive, right?" Ron asked blankly. He silently compared Abe and Banban, and suddenly the mouse didn't seem so appealing anymore, even though it wasn't exactly appealing to begin with.

"This was left by my elders... I think!" Aaron said with a strange expression. He didn't know how to put it, but that was the meaning conveyed on the Dragon Racing License.

“I don’t know how much it’s worth, but I know I wouldn’t sell it for any price.”

"Oh, I see!" Ron said sullenly. "By the way, what's your last name?"

“Gaius, I am from the Gaius family.”

Ron paused for a moment; he really hadn't heard of this surname before.

Harry picked up the picture from the box. It showed a white-bearded old man with glasses who looked very kind, except that his nose was a little crooked. Amazingly, the image on the picture was moving, which was impossible in the Muggle world.

The name on the picture is: Albus Dumbledore.

“It’s Dumbledore. I already have six,” Ron said with a smile.

Harry smiled, and when he looked down at the picture again, the image was gone. This was quite novel for a child who had just entered the magical world.

"He's gone?"

“He can’t stay there all day, can he?” Ron said. “He’ll be back.”

"There's no need to be so serious. Our headmaster is Dumbledore."

Seeing real people is definitely more practical than looking at pictures.

Even so, Harry still inexplicably put the picture away.

The train passed through forests and fields, arriving at a plain. Outside the window was a lake, its shimmering waters calming the mind.

Aaron might have been in a better mood if it weren't for a mouse gnawing on his food on the table.

"Ron, if you could, could you please have your rats be quiet?"

“Uh, sorry to bother you.” Ron awkwardly picked the mouse up from the table. “By the way, Fred taught me a spell that can turn it yellow. I’ll show you both.”

“Great! I’ve never seen any other wizard cast spells besides Hagrid!” Harry showed great interest.

Aaron nodded in agreement, after all, a magic show could add some fun to this not-so-long journey.

Chapter 15: Brainwashed before school even started.

Ron pulled out his wand somewhat embarrassedly. It looked a bit old and didn't seem like something a freshman would use. It was probably a second-hand item, or even a third-hand item.

However, considering the Weasleys' 'poverty', this is not surprising.

The wands he uses are likely passed down through his family, and as for how many generations they've been passed down, that depends on the circumstances.

Ron cleared his throat and gently raised his wand, "Yang..."

As soon as he uttered the first word of the incantation, a girl in a black robe appeared at the door of their private room, looking slightly out of breath.

"Hermione?"

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback, seemingly not expecting anyone here to recognize her, and then turned her gaze to the direction from which the voice came.

"Aaron? You're here too?" Hermione said with some delight.

"Otherwise what?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "I'm a freshman at Hogwarts too, it's normal for me to be on this train!"

“Yes, that’s true.” Hermione said a little embarrassedly. “By the way, have you seen a toad? A guy named Neville lost one.”

"Ooh..." Abe let out a soft moan, then patted her belly triumphantly.

Hermione's expression changed slightly. "Don't tell me it ate you."

Snapped!

Aaron patted Abe on the head. "Don't get me wrong, it just ate a chocolate frog."

As for that toad you mentioned, we haven't actually seen it yet.

“Alright!” Hermione said, then looked at Ron’s wand. “You’re casting a spell. Can I see?”

Ron cleared his throat again, trying to make his incantation as clear as possible.

"Sunshine, daisies, and the smell of butter."

Quickly turn this stupid fat rat yellow.

The wand swung down, and nothing happened; not even a hair changed color.

Ron glanced awkwardly at the three people in the private room, his face slightly flushed.

Aaron's lips twitched. "Ron, your brother must really enjoy playing pranks, right?"

I consider myself to have read many books and know many spells, but this is the first time I've ever heard of a spell like this.

Are you... sure it's a spell?

"Uh..." Ron didn't know what to say. He realized that he had probably been tricked by Fred.

“Indeed, your spell doesn’t seem to work very well,” Hermione said. “Of course, I’ve tried a few simple spells, and they all worked quite well.”

Hermione drew her wand, sat down next to Aaron, and pointed it at Harry's worn-out glasses. "For example..."

Before she could finish speaking, Aaron pressed down on the black wand in her hand.

"Aaron, what are you doing?" Hermione said somewhat displeased, her interest in casting spells diminishing considerably.

"I just think it's best not to target people when testing spells, or at least get their consent first."

"It might be impolite and dangerous for you to try this so directly. If you succeed, that's fine, but what if you fail..."

Hermione then noticed that the boy opposite her was staring at her nervously, his eyes filled with both wariness and a hint of panic.

"Excuse me, could I have your glasses?"

“Oh, no problem.” Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then took off his glasses and handed them to Hermione.

Hermione waved her wand gently and chanted the spell, "Ocalas Repellow".

The patch on the nose pads of my glasses suddenly popped out, and the nose pads were all new.

“It was fixed quickly,” Hermione said.

Harry widened his eyes, picked up his glasses, and exchanged a surprised glance with Ron beside him, seemingly not expecting this proud girl's magic to be so effective.

Hermione also noticed the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead and exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you're Harry Potter!"

"Wait? Hermione, how do you know him?" Aaron asked, somewhat surprised. It's normal for wizards to know Harry Potter, after all, the boy who survived so many hardships is a household name in the wizarding world.

But it's a bit unusual that Hermione, a child from a pure Muggle family, knows Harry Potter's name.

Muggles probably know only slightly less about the wizarding world than Harry Potter himself.

“Read books! His name is in several books that record the history of modern magic,” Hermione said matter-of-factly.

"I see. You're so eager to learn, you'll probably be assigned to Ravenclaw."

“Ravenclaw?” Hermione raised an eyebrow slightly. “But I want to go to Gryffindor. Dumbledore graduated from that house, so you can imagine how excellent it is.”

"Aaron, what about you? Which college would you like to attend?"

"Me? It doesn't matter, as long as it's not Hufflepuff."

However, there's a high chance I'll be assigned to Slytherin!

“No, you can’t go to that house!” Harry said hastily, then blushed and lowered his head to explain, “I’ve heard Hagrid say that almost everyone who comes out of that house is a dark wizard.”

"Huh?" Aaron frowned, then sneered, "If I'm not mistaken, this Hagrid must have graduated from Gryffindor!"

Only Gryffindors would harbor such hatred towards Slytherin.

“But my parents also say there are no good people in Slytherin,” Ron said.