A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Take it out. Don't think I don't know; you've put all the working capital in my shop into it."

My earnings over the past few years, if not ten thousand, should be at least eight thousand.

Abe remained unmoved, clutching the pocket with both paws and refusing to let go.

"All right!"

Aaron took matters into his own hands, grabbing its hind legs and lifting it into the air.

With a shake, a pile of gold coins slipped out of its pocket, instantly forming a pile on the floor almost as tall as a dining table.

Seeing that the quantity was about right, Aaron put Abe down.

Seeing its tearful expression, Aaron patted its head with a wry smile and said affectionately, "You've seen mountains of gold before, how can you be so stingy with this little bit of gold?"

"I'll have Butler Genes bring you a box as compensation later."

Abe then wiped away her tears and buried her head in Aaron's arms, looking aggrieved.

"It's about four or five thousand Galleons, slightly lower than on the black market, but normally this price is definitely not low."

"Ok!"

Hagrid nodded blankly. It wasn't that he hadn't seen so much money before; he had even been to Dumbledore's vault. But this was the first time he had ever seen money withdrawn in this way.

Crunch!

Suddenly the door opened, and standing in the doorway was a pretty girl with silver hair, none other than Fleur Curadel, the warrior of Beauxbatons.

Aaron and Hagrid turned their heads at the same time, both showing an embarrassed expression.

After all, there was a pile of gold coins between the two of them, which looked like some kind of shady transaction.

"Don't you have any manners?" Aaron asked, his face dark with suppressed anger. "Don't you know how to knock before coming in?"

"I knocked on the door, you guys didn't close it properly, okay?" Furong said unhappily, then looked at the pile of gold coins in the room with a surprised expression.

After a moment of contemplation, a cold smile crept onto her lips.

"Am I disturbing you?"

"It's good to know."

“No, no need to disturb you,” Hagrid said hastily. “Mr. Gaius came to buy something from me, and the transaction is now complete.”

"What are you trading? Information about the Triwizard Tournament?" Hibiscus asked meaningfully. "You're really generous. These Galleons are several times the champion's reward!"

That's true; eternal glory is priceless.

Aaron: ......

This girl is toxic!

Even making things up in your head requires some skill!

Hagrid was just an ordinary forest ranger; even if he knew some intelligence, its value would certainly be limited.

“You’ve misunderstood.” Hagrid put on a serious face. “I didn’t say a word about the first event of the Triwizard Tournament.”

"You know about the first project?" Aaron looked at Hagrid in surprise, and after a brief moment of surprise, he felt like a million alpacas were galloping through his mind.

If it were just the two of them here, it wouldn't be a problem, but now there's a warrior from the Three Kingdoms Tournament, it's hard not to be mistaken for someone buying information.

A look of surprise flashed in Hibiscus's eyes. She had just said it casually, but she didn't expect Hagrid to actually know about the competition!

"Um... I really just came to buy some materials, I don't know anything else," Aaron said, sounding forced.

"Hehe!" Furong smiled but didn't say anything.

"Well, that's really hard to believe."

Believe it or not, this is the truth.

"I'll believe you if you show me the materials."

"This...is really not very convenient."

"Hmph!" Fleur snorted coldly, glancing at the door with amusement. "Looks like I'll have to talk to Headmaster Maxim. I think she'll definitely go and protest to Dumbledore with Professor Karkaroff."

Snapped!

Aaron patted his forehead and then winked at Abe.

It instantly understood, took the box out, and placed it on the floor.

Furong opened the box and looked at the various feathers inside, her expression turning particularly strange.

"Why would you spend so much money on these feathers? Does your family make wands?"

“Who knows?” Aaron shrugged. “But these things are for my own use and have nothing to do with wand making.”

Furong raised an eyebrow. "What will you use them for?"

"No comment," Aaron said calmly. "But if I'm unlucky, I might have to use them in the game."

Furong frowned slightly and said disdainfully, "Damn connections."

"I..." Aaron was about to swear, but he swallowed the words back down.

The other person is a woman, after all, and she's proud and arrogant; there's no need to lower yourself to her level.

"After the match, I'll be waiting for you to apologize to me." Aaron said through gritted teeth before leaving with Abe in his arms.

Only Fleur, Hagrid, and Hagrid's pet Tooth remained in the cabin, and the atmosphere became somewhat quiet.

A dozen seconds later, Hagrid spoke first, "While Referee Adrian is indeed Aaron's sister, that doesn't mean she got in through connections."

On the contrary, I have never seen a better wizard than him.

"I'll wait and see," Furong said nonchalantly.

"Miss Delacour, what brings you here?"

“Principal Maxim asked me to invite you over,” Fleur said calmly. “Our carriage is quite close to your residence and also close to the Forbidden Forest. She hopes you can tell us some things to keep in mind.”

“It should, it should.

Dumbledore had reminded me as well. Hagrid smoothed his hair as much as he could. "Wait a moment, I'll be right there."

"Sir," Hibiscus's face lit up with a bright smile, her voice tinged with urgency, "the first event of the Triwizard Tournament..."

“I really can’t say. According to regulations, this isn’t something you should know right now,” Hagrid said with difficulty. “Besides, I only know a general idea. We’ll have to wait for the Ministry of Magic to send them over before we can be sure.”

However, I'll definitely be the one taking care of them. It's a very interesting job, but extremely dangerous; most people couldn't do it.

Chapter 362 has never been this high-profile; a reporter from the Daily Prophet...

After delivering a box of magical beast feathers to the Temple of Divine Sound, Aaron left immediately, leaving time and space to the Thought Entity.

On the one hand, he doesn't have enough magic points yet, and he needs to sign in for a few more days before he can buy that special mineral in the shop. Before that, he can't make special bullets.

On the other hand, there are still more than half a month before the start of the first event of the Triwizard Tournament. The Thought Entity needs a quiet space to improve itself, and he also needs to learn some new spells or practice inscribing ultimate magic circles.

In other words, before the competition begins, Aaron and the Thought Entity should not meet again except to receive the Ghost Crystal that they have not yet obtained.

Over the next few days, Aaron continued his studies and life as usual, but the change in his identity still caused him some distress.

The warrior of the Triwizard Tournament seemed to be surrounded by a huge halo, becoming the focus of attention wherever he went.

He doesn't care about the gossip, but it's really awkward when younger students or even older students come up to him for autographs.

Even more devastating was that a little over a week later in Potions class, all the Slytherins were wearing the exact same badge, with Aaron's image added to the Slytherin emblem.

"Who told you to do this?" Aaron asked Draco and the other two, who were handing out badges, with a mixture of anger and helplessness.

"No need for words of gratitude." Draco patted Aaron on the shoulder smugly. "This was an initiative spontaneously organized by all the Slytherins; it's how they show their support for you."

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff shamelessly stole our ideas, and now Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter supporters are wearing similar badges.

However, there was some good news. Neller went to great lengths, even promising to give Ravenclaw a 50-point head start in next year's Quidditch Cup, to reach an agreement with the Eagles and get most of the Ravenclaws to support you.

Right now, you have the most supporters in all of Hogwarts.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips twitched violently, and he felt as if his whole body had split open.

Damn! He hasn't been this high-profile in over a decade.

After the bell rang, Professor Snape entered the classroom.

He glanced at the students in the classroom and noticed that all the Slytherins were wearing green badges, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.

Not bad, Slytherin is quite united!

He then turned his attention to Gryffindor and noticed that Hermione, Ron, and a very few others were wearing SPEW badges, which puzzled him somewhat, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

However, the fact that most people were wearing red badges supporting Harry Potter made his expression turn somewhat unpleasant.

His least favorite student is Harry Potter, and now someone dares to openly support Harry Potter in his class, which is a direct challenge to his authority as a teacher.

Just as he was about to reprimand Harry Potter, Gryffindor's supporter, there was a knock on the door.

Third-year Gryffindor student Colin Crevey walked into the classroom. "Excuse me, sir, Mr. Bagman wants me to take the two champions of the Triwizard Tournament upstairs."

“Gaius, you go with him.”

"okay!"

Aaron quickly got up, neatly packed his schoolbag, and picked Abe up from the table.

"What about Harry Potter?" Colin asked nervously.

“Potter’s potion-making skills are no match for Gaius’s; he needs to be delayed by an hour.”

“But Professor, the warriors of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be there, and Mr. Bagman is talking about all the warriors.”

"Fine!" Snape said impatiently. "Potter, take your bag and get out of my sight."

Harry felt a little unreal as he walked out of the classroom. For the first time, he found Colin, this die-hard fan, so pleasing to the eye, that he could actually save him from Snape's clutches.

“You guys are really amazing!” Colin exclaimed. “Two fourth-year wizards are actually on par with three seventh-year wizards.”

Aaron forced a smile. "What does Mr. Bagman want with us?"

"It looks like they were going to take pictures," Colin said thoughtfully. "I saw a reporter from the Daily Prophet arrive; their camera is much better than mine."

“Great, I’ll embarrass myself even more,” Harry said dejectedly.