A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers. "Looks like you know what to do."

"Yes! As long as Hagrid doesn't reveal the method through Cerberus, the Philosopher's Stone is still safe."

"Once he leaked it, it meant that the person behind it had already begun to act." Hermione nodded firmly.

"That's right, Hermione. You're smarter than I thought."

Hermione smiled shyly, a blush rising to her cheeks. After hesitating for a moment, she made a decision.

"Aaron, I need your help, is that alright?"

“Me?” A strange look appeared on Aaron’s face. “It’s not that it’s impossible, but Harry and the others probably won’t agree to me, someone who is so close to Snape, joining your plans.”

“Then let’s keep it from them for now,” Hermione said. “You’re wiser than any of us, and with your help, things will be much easier for us.”

Please.

“Okay!” Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. “I’m really not good at saying no to pretty girls.”

"Hehe!" Hermione chuckled shyly, then picked up the book. "I'll go find Harry and the others first. They've been looking for Nicolas Flamel for so long, it's time to let them have their wish."

"Wait!" Aaron suddenly called out to her. "I still think I should tell you some of my guesses."

Since someone is eyeing the Philosopher's Stone, they must know something about it; this is an important clue.

In other words, the other party isn't an ordinary student, understand?

Hermione paused, a hint of seriousness creeping onto her pretty face. "You mean there's a traitor inside?"

"I didn't say that, but it is indeed possible."

Therefore, it's best not to trust anyone except Hagrid and Dumbledore, especially the professors at the House.

If you happen to be in the line of fire, that would be disastrous.

"Got it!" Hermione said, then picked up the book and walked down the aisle.

"This serves as a reminder to them!" Aaron patted Abe in his arms, then placed the dragon encyclopedia on the table and continued teaching it to identify its own kind.

When he turned to the Norwegian Ridgeback, he suddenly noticed a shadow on the desk.

Looking up, they saw the giant Hagrid smiling at them, his thick beard trembling.

"Hagrid, it's really strange to see you in the library!"

Let me guess you're looking for books about pets? Is that little cutie in the Forbidden Forest being mischievous again?

"How could that be? They're all quite well-behaved."

"Then what are you doing at the library?"

"I'm just looking around!" Hagrid stammered, but Aaron keenly noticed that his gaze kept drifting to his dragon encyclopedia.

"You want this illustrated guide?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"How could that be?" Hagrid chuckled awkwardly. "Well, I do want to see."

Your book contains very detailed information, including habits, diet, hatching guidelines, and so on, more detailed than any book in the library.

So, could you...?

"this..."

Before Aaron could speak, Abe jumped onto the encyclopedia, pressed his white paws on it, and shook his head vigorously.

"This... I'm afraid that won't work."

As you can see, our Abe is quite possessive.

"If it doesn't agree to give it to you, there's nothing I can do."

"Okay!" Hagrid nodded with some regret. "When will you be able to finish reading it?"

As far as I know, there are time restrictions for borrowing books from the library.

If you finish reading this, please let me know as soon as possible.

"Or I could go and say hello to Mrs. Pings now, and ask her to leave this book for me after you've finished reading it."

Upon hearing this, Abe, who had previously only shown displeasure, began to bare its teeth. It angrily closed the encyclopedia and squatted down on it.

Hagrid: ......

“Aaron, I can tell he’s reluctant, but it’s school property after all.”

"Woo!"

Abe let out a low growl that wasn't typical of a cat, a sound so soft that Hagrid and Aaron, who were very close by, both heard it.

“This is…” Hagrid’s eyes lit up, his gaze fixed on the 'white cat' wrapped up tightly in front of him, his eyes filled with boundless interest.

"Damn it! We've been exposed?" Aaron cursed inwardly. He immediately grabbed Abe's dragon head, hugged it to his chest, and covered its mouth to prevent it from making any sound.

It was very uncomfortable, but Abe knew that he had just given himself away, so he had no choice but to obediently cooperate with his master.

“Aaron, your cat seems a little different!” Hagrid looked at him meaningfully, and as he spoke, his two huge hands slowly moved toward Abe.

He moved slowly, as if afraid of frightening the little guy.

"What do you want to do?" Aaron said with a hostile expression. Hagrid looked like a child trafficker, so he couldn't help but be wary.

Hagrid reluctantly withdrew his hand, a forced yet polite smile on his face.

“I’m just curious, yes, curious,” Hagrid said. “My knowledge of animals is second to none in the entire magical world, but this is the first time I’ve ever seen such a special…cat.”

At this point, Hagrid paused for a moment, cautiously looking around. "Aaron, is it possible that Abe isn't a cat?"

I'm pretty sure that meow wasn't something any breed of cat could make.

"I don't understand what you're saying?"

Abe is just an ordinary white cat; it's been with me since it was born.

“I understand, I understand!” Hagrid lowered his voice and said meaningfully, “Is it possible that Abe looks like a cat, but is actually a different species?”

Actually, I meant rare breeds of cats.

You know, taking care of this rare species requires a lot of care. If you need help, I'd be happy to oblige...

"You don't need to worry about that!" Aaron interrupted him. He said it so nicely, but in reality, he was just lusting after my Holy Dragon's body.

"Haha! I was just saying it offhand," Hagrid laughed, then remembered his real business, "Aaron, when are you going to finish reading this encyclopedia?"

I don't know about that.

This book was sent by my uncle; it's not school property, so don't even think about it.

"This..." Hagrid was stunned for a moment; he had never expected this.

"After you've finished reading it, could you lend it to me for a few days?"

I need it urgently.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked at the honest-looking giant with amusement. "When did you become so interested in dragons?"

“I’ve always been particularly interested in dragons.” Hagrid’s eyes darted around as he explained, “There are many magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, but there are no dragons.”

To be honest, I've always wanted to keep a dragon, but I don't have the means, and the Ministry of Magic wouldn't allow it.

Therefore, I can only gain a basic understanding through reading books, barely satisfying my wish.

"Is that so?

"I don't know when I'll finish reading it, but I promise you, I'll lend it to you as soon as I'm done." Aaron said, instinctively hugging Abe tighter, then picked up the picture book from the table and left down the corridor.

Hagrid squinted at Aaron's departing figure and murmured, "That's definitely not a cat, but what kind of creature is it? Or is it a magical creature that has never appeared before?"

I'm so curious! I'll have to find a way to borrow it and take a look.

Chapter 45 The Blame Placed on Snape

Hermione told Harry and Ron that the thing they were guarding was the Philosopher's Stone, and the two were shocked when they learned of its power.

“No wonder Snape wanted to steal it,” Ron said calmly. “Having that stone is like having endless wealth.”

“There’s still a long life ahead of us,” Harry added.

Hermione silently rolled her eyes in her mind. These two guys really were always trying to pin the blame on Professor Snape!

“Ahem! Now we know that what Moose is guarding is the Philosopher's Stone, and…” Hermione paused slightly, “and someone wants to steal it.”

“To correct you, it wasn’t someone, it was Snape,” Ron said.

"We don't have 100% proof that Professor Snape wanted to steal it. Almost everyone wants the Philosopher's Stone, doesn't everyone?"

“What other evidence do you need?” Ron sneered. “He practically has his motives written all over his face.”

Besides, we saw him cast a curse on Harry in the Quidditch match with our own eyes. Doesn't that prove anything?

Harry nodded. Snape was the only suspect at the moment, and he was making things difficult for Snape at every turn. Who else could it be but Snape?

"Alright!" Hermione could only shake her head and pretend to give in when she saw the two people in front of her looking so determined. "If Snape wants to steal it, the first hurdle he has to overcome is Moose."

"But it's too dangerous to go through a three-headed dog, so we need to keep a close eye on Hagrid. If anyone—no, if Snape subtly inquires about this with Hagrid, then..."

“That means he’s about to take action.” Harry’s eyes lit up. He suddenly realized that Hermione wasn’t just a bookworm; she could also analyze problems very incisively.

"That's right!

Moreover, that thing was so precious that it was definitely not guarded by just Momo; Dumbledore must have set up other checkpoints as well.

Furthermore, Snape might have been involved as well; otherwise, there's no way to explain how he knew about the Philosopher's Stone.

Ron was instantly amazed. "I always thought you could only apply what you learned to other situations during exams. I never imagined you thought about so much. It would be a real shame if you didn't become an Auror after graduation."

Hermione looked a little embarrassed upon hearing this. It was all Aaron's analysis; she had merely given a superficial explanation.

But now it seems like all the credit has fallen on her head, which makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

Let's not talk about that now.

In short, the situation is not as bad as we thought.

At least for the time being, the Philosopher's Stone shouldn't cause any problems.