A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Yes, I admit that's true, but he just had incredible luck."

Colin scoffed dismissively, "You're just jealous."

"What do you know? You're just a freshman yourself."

Fame doesn't tell the whole story, and his fame is completely disproportionate to his ability.

“Just like some pure-blood families,” Aaron said meaningfully.

Draco fell silent and clenched his fists slightly.

He certainly understood what Aaron meant. Everyone thought the Malfoy family was the best-performing pure-blood family, but he, as the heir, knew the truth.

They have no shortage of wealth, fame, status, or even power, but their real weakness lies in their lack of real strength.

While most inherited wizarding families are in similar situations, theirs is the most successful, yet their strength is only average, making them somewhat unworthy of their position.

In other words, the Malfoy family lacks a powerful wizard who can be worthy of or able to safeguard their wealth and status.

"Senior, what's wrong with him?" Colin asked nervously.

Aaron adopted a serious expression, saying, "I'm contemplating life and ideals."

"Don't make fun of me." Draco rolled his eyes, then looked at Colin with a complicated expression. "Admiring Harry Potter, you...you'd better watch yourself!"

"Senior?"

"He means 'Do whatever you want!'"

"Is that so?" Colin scratched his head, gave Draco a forced smile, and then lowered his head to fiddle with his camera.

"How have you been at the Weasleys's these past few days?" Draco asked. "They... haven't been bullying you, have they?"

"Don't always think the worst of people. They're a pretty warm family, except...Percy."

"You mean that Gryffindor prefect?"

"Prefect?" Colin asked curiously, joining in.

“You can think of him as a student with a certain degree of teacher authority,” Draco explained impatiently, then looked at Aaron, “How is he different?”

"Straightforward, rule-abiding, concerned with appearances, and his personality is somewhat out of sync with that family." Aaron thought of Percy, who often carried around a book called 'How Prefects Gain Power,' and gave a relatively objective assessment.

"He is excellent, but he may be a bit selfish compared to others, but overall he is still good."

If nothing unexpected happens, he'll definitely do better than his dad after graduation, though the process might be a bit more difficult.

Draco stared blankly for a long while before blinking. "That's it?"

"What else do you want?"

"I thought the Weasleys had produced a dark wizard."

Aaron rolled his eyes. "Like I said, don't think too badly of people. Percy is just living a more authentic life."

Click!Click!

The sound of wheels turning came from the aisle, and a sales clerk opened the door to a private booth. "Honey, would you like to buy something to eat?"

“I don’t need it, what about you?” Draco said.

Aaron simply pulled an orange out of Abe's pocket. "I don't need one either."

Colin hesitated for a moment, then took out a silver chip and a few knaps from his pocket. "Give me a few small cakes, please."

"Okay!" The sales clerk took the money and handed him three cakes from the cart.

After the salesperson left, Colin was about to close the private room, but Aaron stopped him. "Wait, don't close the door yet."

"What's wrong, senior?"

Would you like to buy something too?

"No." Aaron frowned, his ears twitching slightly. He seemed to hear the shouts of two old acquaintances, but the sounds seemed to come from near and then disappear.

"Did you hear anything?"

“You mean the sound of the wind outside the window, or the sound of a cart being pushed in the hallway, or the… snoring from next door?” Draco’s expression turned a little strange as he said this. “Crawb and Goyle are next door, and they’re definitely making that noise.”

“Not those,” Aaron waved his hand. “I’m talking about panicked screams.”

Draco and Colin looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"Senior, could you have misheard?"

"No way." Aaron believed he hadn't misheard. For the past two months, Hogg had forced him to push his physical limits, and each time he had to soak in a medicinal bath made of various rare herbs that was as sticky as glue. The excruciating pain stimulated his body's potential, and his hearing improved several times over.

Soon, he heard familiar voices again, like Ron and Harry, but this time it was a struggling scream.

"What are those two doing?" Aaron glanced at the trees rushing past the car window and a bizarre guess suddenly popped into his head.

He stood up from his seat, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm going outside for a walk. Could you keep an eye on Abe for me and make sure it doesn't run around?"

After saying that, Aaron walked out of the compartment and went down the aisle to the last carriage of the train.

He tricked the two guards with a Disillusionment Charm, opened the rear door, and stood at the back of the train to admire the scenery.

After looking for a few seconds, he frowned. Everything seemed normal, but he couldn't spot Harry and Ron.

"Isn't it here?" Aaron hesitated for a moment, then climbed up the ladder to the top of the train.

The view suddenly opened up considerably, but the train was now on a long bridge, and looking down was breathtaking.

Fortunately, Aaron wasn't afraid of heights, so he simply stood on top of the train to look for his target.

Looking around, everything seemed normal, but there was a slight sense of disharmony within that normalcy.

Aaron focused on the different rumble he heard from the train, and slowly moved his gaze in that direction, finally spotting a faint blue car in the clouds above.

Chapter 138 This road won't be easy to travel.

"Wow! That's some serious fun!"

Aaron's lips twitched. He knew this bus all too well; he had taken it to the station this morning.

What puzzled him was why Harry and Ron preferred to travel a long distance by car rather than take a comfortable train ride.

There are many ways to seek thrills, but this one is rather absurd. How much alcohol must one have drunk to do something so outrageous!

The journey to Hogwarts takes at least eight hours by car, and it's hard to say whether they have the stamina to handle it. Moreover, one of them doesn't seem to know how to drive, which means there won't even be a chance to switch shifts.

Thinking of this, Aaron shook his head speechlessly. Considering the care he had received these past two days, he still had to help those in need.

He took out his wand, aimed it at the left side of the Ford car in the sky, and shot out a red flame.

call out!

Ron, who was leisurely driving his flying car, was startled by the sudden red light. He instinctively slammed the steering wheel shut, and the car spun 720 degrees in mid-air before finally stabilizing.

"What was that just now?"

"How should I know? It was fired from below."

Could someone have discovered us? Is the Ministry of Magic really that efficient?

“Impossible! My dad works in the Office for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items. They usually only deal with things after they happen,” Ron said somewhat uncertainly. “Besides, this happened so suddenly that even the Ministry of Magic can’t punish us too severely.”

"Won't it be too harsh?" Harry's lips twitched, and a wry smile appeared on his face. "Let's go down and check first! If we apologize properly, it might not be so serious."

Ron swallowed hard and steered the car downwards.

But once they had descended to a certain altitude, the two of them saw Aaron on the roof of the train and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know how he found them, it's really good that it wasn't the Ministry of Magic.

"You two are really making a big show of it!" Aaron teased. "Driving to Hogwarts? That's something that's never happened since the school was founded. This isn't the way to become famous!"

"The entrance to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was blocked off, so we had no choice but to drive," Harry said with a wry smile. They wouldn't have done it if they hadn't been forced to.

"That spell was very dangerous. If I hadn't been a skilled driver and managed to do a 720-degree spin, we would both be in big trouble."

Good skills? You must be kidding!

He had heard panicked screams more than once on the train, which meant they had made at least two mistakes before that.

Although he was speechless, Aaron still explained, "I only fired a beam of light, which had no destructive power, and I specifically aimed it at the left side of the car."

"How did you find us?" Harry asked curiously. Ron had driven the car at an altitude of at least tens of thousands of meters. Logically speaking, no one except airplanes and birds should have been able to spot them.

"Hmm... my hearing is pretty good."

I heard your shouts and the roar of cars while I was on the train, and more than once.

Out of concern, I took the huge risk of climbing onto the train to take a look.

"I didn't expect..." Aaron shook his head, "Does Mr. Arthur know that you drove the car out here?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and shook their heads guiltily.

"I think so too. He would never allow you to do such a thing."

But this is the first time I've ever seen a son ruin his own father's livelihood.

Mr. Arthur will probably be summoned by the Ministry of Magic, and your car is probably—no, it's definitely gone.

“No way!” Ron swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have had any Muggles see me driving.”

"That's just what we should do. What if someone sees it?"

"Besides, the wizards will definitely notice something amiss, after all, it's broad daylight, and you were making such a racket while driving," Aaron shattered his hopes. "But don't worry too much, there's a reason for it, and Mr. Arthur is a long-time employee, the Ministry of Magic shouldn't give him too much trouble."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief. Although the result wasn't great, it wasn't unacceptable either.

"Would you like to rest on the train for a while?"

"No, I still have to drive!"

"This is our only means of transportation, we can't just leave it stranded on the road," Ron said regretfully, then looked at Harry, "Harry, why don't you go on the train!"

The car door opened, and I jumped across.

Harry stared at the bridge, which was at least several hundred meters high, below the tracks, his facial expression becoming extremely stiff.

I was actually brave enough to jump, but what if I made that suggestion and actually made it across?

"What do you mean?" Ron shook Harry's shoulder, pulling him out of his daze.