A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

If no one takes me in, I'll have to sleep in the wilderness, so a tent is essential.

“That’s great,” Ron said. “We’ll help you set it up in a bit.”

“The tent isn’t the important thing.” Arthur gave Abe a deep look, his gaze slowly shifting from those clear eyes to its pockets. “The Unseen Stretch Charm can’t be used for personal purposes, and its pockets… that’s practically illegal use of that spell!”

“Dad!” Fred rolled his eyes. “There’s no need to worry about such trivial matters. As long as you don’t tell and I don’t tell, no one will know.”

“Besides,” George added, “your car is also… ugh…”

George was interrupted by Fred, who covered his mouth halfway through his sentence. When he freed himself, he was met with Aaron's amused gaze and immediately coughed, "Aren't flying cars also banned by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Um..." Arthur forced a smile. "I think I explained that this isn't illegal. There's a loophole in the law; as long as it doesn't fly..."

“I know,” Aaron immediately raised his hand and said, “It’s illegal to kill someone with a wand, but it’s not illegal to possess a wand.”

Snapped!

Arthur clapped his hands. "Yes, that's exactly what I meant. You understand me best."

"Hmph! You're really going all out to exploit legal loopholes." Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips, looking displeased, but when she looked at Aaron, she put on a completely different smile. "You're a good boy, don't follow his example."

“Actually, a lot of people do this,” Arthur explained. “As long as they don’t get caught, everyone will turn a blind eye.”

After all, it's always good to leave room for maneuver in others, so you can meet again in the future, right?

Upon hearing this, Aaron nodded in deep agreement.

While it's suspected that Mr. Weasley's words implied he shouldn't report him, that's certainly the case.

The law is effective, but it cannot restrain everyone; otherwise, the world would be at peace long ago, and there would be no illegal or criminal activities.

Moreover, the wizarding world reveres the strong. While the Ministry of Magic can restrain the vast majority of wizards, it must still show a certain degree of respect to those with immense power.

As for powerful figures like Dumbledore or Voldemort who stand at the pinnacle of the magical world, the Ministry of Magic has no control over them. Unless they voluntarily submit to constraints, they have to be treated with deference wherever they go.

“The accommodation is sorted out, but…” George hesitated for a moment, “I was wondering, do you need a blanket?”

The weather has turned cooler recently, and since you're staying in a tent without a blanket, you're likely to catch a cold.

“That’s absolutely right.

My blanket was given to Harry, and you two only have enough blankets for yourselves, Ginny…”

At this point, Ron immediately covered his mouth, but looking at the murderous eyes of the people around him, he was also extremely uneasy. "What I mean is, how about we divide up Percy's blankets? After all, he can't use that many by himself."

"we agree."

George and Fred said it at the same time.

“Alright!” Molly sighed. “This might be the only way right now. I’ll go talk to him in a bit.”

“Perhaps not,” Aaron said, then took the magic carpet out of Abe’s pocket.

"This, this, this is a flying carpet?" Arthur immediately leaned closer, his eyes almost touching the dark blue carpet. "That's right, it's genuine, and it's a top-quality one among the best."

This is something the Ministry of Magic forbids, but it's impossible to stop it; I've always wanted to get one.

"Arthur!" Molly glared at him fiercely, and Arthur immediately retreated to his seat. "Ahem! Aaron, I have to remind you a few things. Some magical items shouldn't be used so ostentatiously."

"I understand, I get the logic."

"I only take this out for amusement when no one's around," Aaron said, giving Arthur a look. "Actually, I used it at Hogwarts too, but that was during the Christmas holidays. Sitting on it overlooking the castle when it snowed was quite a nice experience."

“That’s fantastic! This is much better than the magic broom,” Fred said. “You promised to let us see it.”

"Don't worry, I mean what I say." Aaron spread out a small portion of the blanket. "Actually, this thing is quite warm and can completely replace a quilt."

Upon hearing this, the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

The magic carpet costs much more to make than the flying broomstick, and this one looks like a limited edition, so its value is several times higher.

Using such a luxurious blanket as a quilt is really hurtful to the self-esteem of these poor people.

After a few seconds of silence, Arthur slowly said, "You guys go and help Aaron set up the tent first, then come and have lunch."

Molly, I think you'll have to cook for one more person today.

"Sure, no problem."

“Um…” Aaron slowly raised his right hand, “Although it’s a little embarrassing to say this, could you please prepare an extra portion for my cat?”

Molly looked at the white cat next to Aaron, and her womanly heart almost melted.

How could there be such an adorable cat? Of all the animals she had ever seen, only Dumbledore's phoenix could compare.

“No problem,” Molly agreed immediately.

It's just a cute pet, how much can it eat?

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, and couldn't help but smile wryly as they recalled Abel's appetite at Hogwarts.

“Mom!” Ron said, “Listen to me, let’s prepare more!”

This...cat has an extraordinary appetite; it probably has a bigger appetite than I do.

“It’s no exaggeration to say…” Harry added, “All of us combined don’t eat as much as it does.”

"Are you kidding me?"

“This is no joke, it’s the truth, Mrs. Weasley.” Harry glanced at Abbe with a forced smile. “Its size is completely disproportionate to its enormous appetite.”

“It seems so,” George said. “We saw it eating in the Great Hall when we were at Hogwarts, and if I had to describe it in one word…”

What was his name again, Fred?

"Hmm... a whirlwind sweeps away the clouds."

Molly paused for a moment. She knew these children wouldn't lie to her, but this made her feel somewhat awkward.

No woman could bear to watch such an adorable creature go hungry, but the problem was that they didn't know if their food reserves were enough for it.

"Is this... a magical creature?" Arthur asked incredulously.

Although it's just a guess, it's pretty close to the truth; ordinary cats don't have that kind of appetite.

Aaron did not deny it and patted Abe's head.

It made a cute gesture, and its healing smile instantly lowered Molly's resistance by a large margin.

She was going to risk it all; even if there wasn't enough food, she couldn't let it go hungry. At worst, she would go to the village to stock up on some more goods.

"Good heavens!" Weasley slapped his forehead speechlessly. "The Unseen Stretch Charm, the Flying Blanket, the magical creatures—all of these combined might be enough for you to travel to Azkaban."

"No, that won't happen," Aaron said seriously.

"The Unseen Stretching Charm was prepared by my family. It should have been reported to the Ministry of Magic, but nobody knows about it."

It's true that Abe is a magical creature, but I have a strong enough guarantee that I can legally and legitimately keep it.

Of course, the fewer people who know, the better, as this can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

As for the magic carpet, I don't think the Ministry of Magic would make such a big deal out of something so trivial as to target the heir of a wizarding family!

Arthur fell silent, unsure of what to say for a moment.

“Dad’s just envious,” George laughed.

“Indeed.” Fred shrugged. “I envy how openly they exploit legal loopholes.

“Shut up!” Molly glared at her two sons. “If you ever think about jumping around on the edge of the law, I’ll break your legs first.”

George and Fred shrank back. They were usually quite lively, but in front of the furious Mrs. Weasley, they were like kittens, not daring to show any temper.

"Aaron, you go set up the tent first. I'll prepare Abe's share too."

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley."

However, I've overlooked some things. We should prepare our own meals! I'll give you the money for the ingredients first," Aaron said politely, then emptied more than half of the Galleons from his backpack.

Wow!

Hundreds of gleaming gold coins with dragon designs were piled on the table, followed by a collective gasp of surprise, and the temperature in the room inexplicably rose slightly.

Weasley wasn't unfamiliar with this much money, but his family's expenses were also high, and they had always struggled to make ends meet, so they hadn't saved much.

“No.” Molly turned her gaze away with difficulty. “It’s just ingredients, there are too many.”

“Perhaps I didn’t explain clearly, Mrs. Weasley.” Aaron scratched his head shyly. “Don’t you keep pigs, chickens, and fish in your yard?”

What I want is this fresh meat, and I'll probably also need pots and pans, so... this amount of money is really not much.

Of course, I'll add more if that's not enough.

Chapter 134 Showcases True Skill; He Who Eats Another's Food is Bound by His Own Ingredients

Aaron and the others laid out the inner tent in an open space in front of the carport, and it took them quite a while to complete the frame.

Then the outer tent was placed over the inner tent, and the four corners were secured with tent pegs. A light blue tent, three meters long and wide and two meters high, was thus erected.

"This is fantastic." George looked at the bright blue interior of the tent and felt incredibly comfortable. "There's even a skylight, so we can enjoy the night view when we're free at night."

“That’s right,” Fred exclaimed. “Not only can it shield you from the wind and rain, but it can also be folded up when not in use. Muggle inventions are truly essential gadgets for outdoor camping.”

"That's about it, but it's definitely a wise choice to bring a tent when running away from home."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Harry's eyes.

He suddenly had the idea of ​​buying a tent, since he was constantly thinking about leaving the Dursleys' house.

But this is just wishful thinking. After all, he is a minor, and many things require the consent of his guardian, even at Hogwarts.

This means that he cannot leave that home until he reaches adulthood unless he has a new guardian.

At mealtime, Mrs. Weasley laid out a sumptuous meal on the table, but in the somewhat crowded kitchen, only Arthur was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper.

"Where are they?" Molly asked.

“Still outside.” Arthur pointed meaningfully to the window. “I don’t think you need to prepare so much. The amount is 1.5 times the usual amount.”

Fred and his men just took a lot of seasonings and cooking utensils. Aaron must be quite capable; at least he won't go hungry.

That won't work either.

Aaron is just a child. Even if he knows a little about cooking, how delicious can his food be?

"I'm just doing this in case something happens; Weasley can't let the guests go hungry," Molly said seriously, her spatula twirling in her hand.