A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“But in Harry’s dream, you were also being watched by the mysterious man,” Hermione said anxiously.

"Heh!" Aaron sneered. "Why would he target me? Do you need me to help you remember?"

"Ah this..."

Hermione was speechless for a moment; it all started with their first time being put in solitary confinement.

After that, Aaron had several more encounters with Voldemort, and each time he had some connection with the three of them.

"I just wanted to go to school peacefully, but it seems that many things don't go as planned."

"I'm sorry," Hermione said, biting her lip.

"It's okay, so what if I'm being watched? As long as Harry's still alive, I'm safe," Aaron said, trying to sound relaxed. "But the premise is that I won't do anything stupid like looking for trouble."

You can come to me with other matters, and I'll try my best to help. But I really don't want to get involved with Voldemort anymore; you've dragged me down with you more than once or twice."

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, feeling inexplicably guilty and ashamed.

......

After leaving the Great Hall, Aaron went to Hagrid's cabin.

Hagrid had been a forest ranger for so many years, he must have a considerable stockpile. If there were any magical creature products, Aaron wouldn't mind buying a batch from Hagrid.

About twenty snails were strolling on the lawn. In just two months, their size had increased tenfold, with each one approaching one meter in length.

They have grown a thick, shiny grayish-white armor, somewhere between a giant scorpion and a crab, and are incredibly strong and difficult to control.

Aaron suppressed his disgust, walked around the cluster of frizzy snails, and knocked on the door of the hut.

"Hagrid, are you there?"

"The door isn't closed," Hagrid's voice came from inside the house.

Aaron pushed open the door and went inside, but the next moment his eyes widened involuntarily.

Hagrid was wearing a brown suit with a patterned tie, and his hair was smoother than usual.

The slightly pungent smell filled his nostrils, and Aaron couldn't help but sneeze. "Why would a grown man wear perfume?!"

"This is cologne, and I used a little too much."

"A little too much? Did you pour it from the bottle?" Aaron said speechlessly. "Wait, what's going on here?"

"I've never seen you this formal when Fudge and Dumbledore came."

“That’s not important,” Hagrid stammered.

Aaron pondered for a moment, a playful smile appearing on his lips. "You're dressed up so formally, it's definitely not for a man."

A woman, and a woman you find very beautiful.

At Hogwarts today, only one person meets the criteria...

“Don’t say it out loud,” Hagrid said, glaring at him.

Aaron nodded, but noticed that he couldn't hold back his blush and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"Pfft! Hahaha..."

Hagrid, I must admit, you've really impressed me!

They actually set their sights on Madam Maxim, the Hogwarts forest ranger and part-time professor of Magical Creatures, who was pursuing the headmistress of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

My goodness, if this news gets out, I wonder how many people will be shocked.

"Is it funny?"

Aaron's smile faded. "Personally, I support you, but looking like this, I'm afraid your chances of success are slim."

"This is my first time too," Hagrid said embarrassedly. "Beauxbatons' carriage is less than two hundred meters away from here. I just wanted to, just wanted to do my best."

"I understand, but you need to wash off any excess odor from your body first."

“I’m doing that right now.” Hagrid pointed inside the house, where a large bucket of water was emitting white steam.

"Looks like I've bothered you." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "How about I come again next time?"

"It's better to deal with things sooner rather than later if there's something to do." Hagrid rolled his eyes, then buried his head in the bucket of water, only lifting it up after about ten seconds.

Aaron couldn't stand it any longer, so he took out his wand and waved it at him, instantly drying his wet hair and beard.

"Thank you!" Hagrid said. "By the way, congratulations on becoming a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament."

"Stop teasing me. If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't have participated in this Triwizard Tournament at all," Aaron said dejectedly. "You have no idea how difficult it was for me to complete those competition events according to her requirements."

"What did you say?"

"nothing.

"I came to ask if you have any magical creature products here—feathers, scales, blood, teeth, or even bones?"

Hagrid hesitated for a long time, then asked with a hint of seriousness, "What do you need these things for?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron could hardly contain his joy. "You really do have it."

"Can you answer my question first?"

"Can I not tell you?" Aaron asked hesitantly. "It's not that I don't trust you, but you're too easy to get information out of people."

“I can’t give it to you unless you explain yourself clearly,” Hagrid said firmly. “I consider those animals my best friends, so I need to know what you need them for.”

“Alright!” Aaron sighed helplessly. “But you have to promise me you’ll keep it a secret. You can’t tell anyone, not even Dumbledore.”

"I promise I won't tell anyone," Hagrid said earnestly.

Aaron chuckled, but he had absolutely no faith in Hagrid's assurances.

If it weren't for the fact that the existence of the spider lily would eventually be exposed, he certainly wouldn't have let Hagrid know.

"For the Triwizard Tournament," Aaron said, half-jokingly. "My family has a powerful magical artifact passed down from our ancestors, but to enhance its power, we need to use the products of magical creatures."

“If that’s the reason… I can give you some.” Hagrid hesitated for a moment before bringing out a dusty box.

Chapter 361 The Transaction Site, Those Damn Connections

Hagrid wiped the dust off the box, causing Aaron to stumble back a step.

But when the box was opened, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The wooden box was filled with hundreds of feathers of all kinds, including unicorn feathers, winged beast feathers with the head of a hippogriff, and even Thestral feathers.

Gulu!

Aaron swallowed hard.

He knew Hagrid might have some in stock, but he didn't expect there to be so much.

These items could fetch at least five thousand Galleons on the black market, which would be equivalent to a middle-class wizarding family's annual expenses in the wizarding world.

Most importantly, Hagrid kept all this wealth in a dusty box, as if it were as insignificant as chicken feathers.

Nouveau riche, blatant nouveau riche.

"Is that enough? If not..."

"Enough, enough," Aaron hurriedly interrupted him. As long as there were enough special minerals, along with the products of these magical animals, producing thousands of special bullets should not be a problem.

Without retracting his thought form, if he were to unleash the full power of the Other Shore Flower, firing ten shots would drain all the magical energy from his body. Conservatively, a thousand bullets would be enough for him to use for several years.

"That's good." Hagrid said with a smile. "Feathers are the easiest to obtain, but blood, venom, and the like can damage magical creatures. I usually use them as needed, so there's not much left."

As for teeth and bones, I do have them, but I really can't give them to you. I can't exactly take you to dig up the graves of magical creatures!

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, then he closed the box and gave Abe a wink.

Saint Dragon strode up to it, opened the pocket on his clothes, and the wooden box was sucked in as if it had been drawn into a giant vortex.

"This has really been a huge help," Aaron said gratefully. "If you ever have any problems that you can't solve, feel free to come to me. I'll never refuse to help if it's within my capabilities."

"No need, really no need," Hagrid said with a simple smile. "I should be the one thanking you. It's all thanks to your son Buckbeak that we were saved."

Aaron paused for a moment, and several clear black lines gradually appeared on his forehead.

He had specifically instructed Harry and Hermione not to tell Hagrid, but now it seems those two are just as unreliable.

Seeing Aaron fall silent, Hagrid immediately explained, "Don't misunderstand, it wasn't Harry and the others who said it."

"hehe!"

"It really wasn't them, it was Dumbledore."

He told me that before Buckbeak was executed, he saw a white creature, about the size of a cat.

"Old man." Aaron gritted his teeth. He thought he had been discreet enough, but he hadn't expected to be discovered.

No wonder Dumbledore was rambling on and on in the hut, and then pulled Fudge to look into the distance after they came out. He was probably worried that Abel hadn't completed the task and was trying to buy him some time.

call!

Aaron took a deep breath. "Anyway, thank you."

I can't accept these things for free, otherwise I'll feel guilty.

I'll give you Galleons as a buy order from you. The price is absolutely fair, and I guarantee you won't lose out.

“No, that really won’t do.” Hagrid waved his hand seriously. “I consider those animals my friends, and I won’t use them to exchange for money.”

"Whether you want it or not is your business, but whether I give it to you or not is my business."

You can use these Galleons to feed more magical creatures and make their lives a little better.

Besides, you're pursuing the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, so you should at least get a decent outfit and buy a high-end, classy gift!

Hearing this, Hagrid was slightly moved.

He glanced at the fried snails in the pumpkin patch outside the window, then looked at his ill-fitting suit, and nodded hesitantly.

Seeing that Hagrid had made his decision, Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile, and he turned to look at Abe, "Give me the money!"

"No."

Abe immediately responded in the Dragon language, his face full of reluctance.

Last time, Hermione was given two Galleons, and two Sickles made it feel the pinch. This time, it'll probably cost at least four figures, which is no different from cutting off a piece of flesh for a dragon that loves to wallow in gold coins.