A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"However, I'm not seriously injured. Last night, during the battle with the basilisk and Riddle, I forcibly unleashed my body's potential. This is just a minor aftereffect; I'll gradually recover after resting for a while."

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow slightly, then sighed deeply, "If I had known you would make such a great sacrifice, I should have revealed the truth of the secret chamber last night."

How dare you bring that up? Your ambiguous words have already caused me a lot of trouble.

Aaron cursed inwardly, but remained calm on the surface. "There's no need for that. Our family's traditions forbid me from being high-profile."

"Alright! I'm relieved to know you're alright." A hint of regret flashed in Dumbledore's eyes. Since they had already brought up their ancestral teachings, he felt embarrassed to put Aaron in the spotlight to draw attention to Harry Potter.

"If you really feel bad about it, Headmaster, why don't you hand the House Cup over to Slytherin?"

Ultimately, it was I, a Slytherin, who solved the locked-room mystery.

“This…” Dumbledore’s expression changed slightly. “This might be a bit difficult to handle.”

Last night, I distributed the special contribution reward to the House equally among the four of you, 200 points each. In other words, Gryffindor has 400 more points than Slytherin. This huge gap cannot be bridged by ordinary efforts.

So... the Academy Cup will be awarded to Gryffindor.

As Dumbledore spoke, he noticed the faint smile on Aaron's face, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his own. "Well, I have something to attend to, so I'll be going now."

It wasn't that he abused his power for personal gain; it was mainly because the other three houses were being suppressed by Slytherin to the point of being unable to raise their heads.

Slytherin has won the House Cup for seven years straight. If this continues, the other three houses may lose their competitive spirit and might even give up and give up.

As the principal, what he wants to see is for the four colleges to develop in a balanced and simultaneous manner.

Since Gryffindor had just received a 600-point bonus, putting them far ahead of Slytherin, he simply went with the flow.

Although it was a bit unethical, the effect was quite good. Whether it was Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, they all regained their confidence, and Slytherin would also be motivated to improve next school year.

Aaron watched Dumbledore's retreating figure, then curled his lip in exasperation. "I've never seen such a shameless person."

Dumbledore staggered slightly, then quickened his pace and left the Great Hall.

For the remainder of the summer term, Aaron never saw Dumbledore again, enjoying a rare period of peace and quiet.

He tried to appear in different places from the object of his longing, in order to prepare for several elective courses next semester.

He also instructed the thought entity that while it was important to continue learning magic circles, it was equally important to keep up with spells and make good use of the Hogwarts library during the holidays.

At this time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Aaron gave the thought entity a wink, and the entity smiled slightly and cast an illusion spell on itself.

The door opened, and Draco walked in with a dark expression, radiating an aura that warned others to stay away.

"What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Aaron asked curiously.

"I have some bad news to share with you." Draco sat down angrily in his chair. "My dad got fired by the school board."

Aaron opened his mouth, but then stopped himself from speaking.

Lucius Malfoy caused such a huge commotion, it's already lucky he was only fired.

"There's no need to be so angry. The position of school board member isn't essential for the Malfoy family."

"That's what they say, but those directors didn't even give a reason."

It's as if they conspired to oust Malfoy from the board of trustees; it's outrageous!

Aaron hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell Draco about the good thing his father had done, so that he would at least understand that Lucius's punishment was entirely justified.

A dozen minutes later, Draco's face turned from black to white, and his aura quickly subsided.

"So, the school board's lack of explanation was actually a way of giving my father face?"

"Otherwise what?" Aaron shrugged. "That dark magic item almost killed several people. Although there's no evidence, everyone knows it."

If this matter escalates, Mr. Lucius will probably have to make a trip to the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, without evidence, no one has any reason to send the powerful and influential Malfoy to Azkaban, but the aftermath would be quite troublesome.

Now, as long as the school's interests are sacrificed, the matter can be minimized and resolved peacefully. Mr. Lucius is probably overjoyed!

“But why would my dad… he has no reason to do such a thing!” Draco frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“If you don’t understand, go back and think about it slowly, but right now you need to control your temper.” Aaron looked at him meaningfully and said, “You are no longer the son of the school board member, but just a Slytherin with a family background. I hope you can understand that.”

Draco nodded silently and left Aaron's dormitory listlessly.

"As expected of me!" Longing manifested its true form. "Can't you at least offer him some comfort?"

"Draco isn't that fragile; he'll recover from this in a day or two at most."

Besides, I'm his friend, not his nanny. I can't be expected to consider everything!

"Instead of wasting your time, you should really think about how to plan your vacation!" Aaron said with a hint of envy and jealousy.

His holiday must have been taken over by more than twenty ancestors, forcing him to struggle in a sea of ​​tutoring to ensure he wouldn't drown.

However, the Thought-Body can arrange its own vacation. With a Disappearance Charm, it can leave the castle openly and silently, and with Apparition, it can go to more distant places to roam freely.

The thought-body naturally understood Aaron's meaning and smiled, "You can rest assured about that. If nothing unexpected happens, my activity range will not be too far from Hogwarts."

When I'm bored, I sometimes go to Hogsmeade Village. Only students in their third year and above are allowed to go there, and I'm quite interested in it.

You have to leave the magic carpet for me; you won't need it at home anyway.

Aaron rolled his eyes, feeling as if he were the one who was the clone.

"Oh, right." The Thought Entity suddenly remembered something and said seriously, "When we ran away from home, we were beginner mages. We can't have stayed in school for a whole year and our strength has regressed instead of improved!"

You know how sharp the eyes of our ancestors were, so my personal advice is to raise your strength to a suitable level before you go back, otherwise...”

"Don't say anything more, I'll take care of it before I leave school."

Aaron clutched his chest with a pang of heartache. He knew very well that without some real skill, he would never be able to fool the memories of the ancestors in the family's secret chamber, which meant that his magical energy was no less than it had been a year ago.

But this would mean that all the magic points he had painstakingly accumulated would be wiped out at once. Although improving his strength wasn't a bad thing, he still felt particularly frustrated.

Chapter 204 A Major Event in Life at the Age of Thirteen

The Hogwarts Express.

Aaron looked out the car window at the scenery and sighed wistfully.

"Why do you look so gloomy?" Draco asked, somewhat puzzled. "You're not happy even though you're on vacation?"

"No," Aaron waved his hand weakly. "I'm very happy."

Draco's eye twitched slightly. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Aaron was radiating an indescribable sense of dejection.

We're good friends, aren't we?

If you have any questions, please let me know and I will help you.

"Thanks, but unfortunately, you can't help me, and there's no one else who can."

"Some things I have to bear alone." Aaron shook his head with a wry smile, then opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic Power: Body 4010, Thought Body 3990, Total 8000 (Mid-level Archmage, the pinnacle of most wizards' lives)]

[Talent: Once in a Century (Increases magic power by 3 points daily, physical body by 2 points, and thought form by 1 point)]

[Items: Moon Drop (can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can resurrect any creature that died within one hour)]

[Magic Point: 3]

Last night, he struggled until the early hours of the morning before finally making up his mind. In order to deceive the senses of those ancestors, he put all the magic points he had painstakingly accumulated into magic power.

Perhaps due to his obsessive-compulsive disorder, he rounded up both his physical body and his thought entity to whole numbers, leaving only three magic points to support the data all by himself, creating a desolate atmosphere.

Although he had raised his true strength to the mid-level of Archmage, the feeling of being back to square one still left him feeling lost and disillusioned.

What's even more tragic is that this method of advancement is fair, with half of the magic points being evenly distributed among the thought entities.

In other words, even now, his true form might still be unable to defeat his own clone.

However, Aaron was confident that as long as he could get through the summer vacation, his magical energy would widen the gap, and with the buffs from his more than twenty tutors, he would definitely be able to defeat the Thought Entity after returning to school.

Several hours later, the train slowly arrived at King's Cross Station.

Aaron stretched and then led Abe out of the private room.

He left his luggage and holiday homework with the Memory Entity, and this time he brought nothing but his pet, a wand, and a few Galleons.

"Long time no see, young master." Genes walked over. "Didn't you bring any luggage?"

"It's obvious."

Aaron shrugged and continued walking forward on his own.

He knew very well that he wouldn't have any free time from tomorrow until school started, so he had to make the most of today to get a good rest.

Genes hurriedly followed, saying with great satisfaction, "Albus Dumbledore wrote a letter home some time ago, but since the head of the family and his wife were not home, I took it upon myself to do it."

But you don’t know it by looking at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.

"Young Master, you actually managed to defeat the thousand-year-old serpent monster and the sixteen-year-old Dark Lord. You've truly brought honor to the Gaius family."

"hehe!

"I thought you were going to criticize me!" Aaron chuckled. "After all, I'm risking my life here..."

“Young Master wouldn’t,” Genes said calmly. “He wouldn’t take the risk if he wasn’t absolutely certain he could protect you.”

"Young master may lose, may lose badly, but he will definitely not die."

Aaron glanced at him speechlessly, "You talk like you know me so well."

"After all, I watched you grow up, young master!"

Just then, a familiar voice appeared behind Aaron, and the Weasleys walked over with Ginny, Ron, Fred, and George.

Harry and Hermione were also with the family.

“Aaron, thank you so much this time,” Arthur Weasley said gratefully. “Dumbledore told us that you saved Ginny’s life.”

“Yes! This child is our only daughter.” Molly held Ginny’s hand tightly. “The thought of her almost leaving us breaks my heart.”

"That's what I should do, after all, I was quite happy during those few days in the shabby."

This is a favor I owe Weasley; I wouldn't feel right if I didn't save her.