A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"I understand and I get it about people with connections."

“I’ve had someone specifically inquire about your reputation at Hogwarts.”

“I’m the one who’s in charge,” Cedric said weakly, raising his hand. “Not just you, I also told Delacour about Harry’s situation, but everyone knows that.”

“No wonder I’ve seen you walking with her several times.” Harry suddenly realized, “You were trying to find out about us.”

“Besides Diggory, I’ve asked other people as well,” Fleur said with an awkward but polite smile. “Many people describe you as an excellent Slytherin, but your excellence seems to only be reflected in your academic performance.”

Harry Potter has a lot to say about him, and he's much more famous than you, but besides the title of savior and Quidditch, all he's known for is breaking school rules.

"That's quite an accurate assessment!" Harry looked embarrassed, but didn't know how to refute it; it did seem to be true.

Aaron shrugged nonchalantly, feeling a little proud.

As it turns out, his persona at Hogwarts was very successful over the years, and apart from a few people, no one questioned his true abilities.

However, after the three-way battle, his label will change from a model student to a powerful model student, which is somewhat frustrating, since he is not fully prepared for this yet.

Chapter 373 Reporter Interview, Noise from the Golden Egg

"The information I've gathered, coupled with your age of fourteen, your sister's high-ranking status as a special referee, and so on, makes me suspect that you're just a backer seeking fame."

You may be considered outstanding among your peers, but there is still a gap between you and older students.

In short, that's how the misunderstanding arose. "Thank you for helping me on the field," Furong said, her eyes softening slightly.

"No need for thanks." Aaron waved his hand casually. "If it weren't for not wanting to put my sister in a difficult position, Harry wouldn't have gotten first place."

The following projects shouldn't be as dangerous, so I hope you do well.

Furong's eyes twitched slightly, and the tenderness in her eyes turned into an indescribable complexity.

After a moment of silence, she chuckled, "I know how to do this without you telling me."

"That's good, otherwise I would probably have to clean up the mess again." Aaron said very frankly.

Furong gave a soft snort and turned to leave the tent.

“Gaius,” Cedric looked at him speechlessly, “Where did your emotional intelligence go? Can’t you see that Delacour is treating you a little differently?”

"You don't know anything," Aaron said bluntly. "Nothing is more troublesome than women."

I'm already overwhelmed by two girls, and I don't want to get involved with a third.

"Two?" Harry leaned closer, his face full of curiosity. "I know one is Adrian, but who's the other?"

Aaron's face darkened. "That's a personal matter, I don't want to talk about it, and besides, it doesn't seem to concern you, does it?"

“Tell me!” Harry grinned, winking. “We’re so close, what can’t we talk about? I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. He'd be out of his mind to believe that.

He was about to say something when the two of them rushed into the tent: Hermione and Ron.

"You're insane!" Hermione yelled angrily at Aaron, her eyes red-rimmed. "That's a five-headed dragon! Even if you want to show off, you don't have to take such a huge risk!"

"Uh... I know what I'm doing, nothing will happen."

"That won't do either. What if something unexpected happens?" Hermione said with lingering fear. "When you were hit by that pillar of fire, I thought you were going to die."

“It’s true,” Ron added. “It’s the first time I’ve ever seen her so pale, and so tearful…”

“I didn’t cry.” Hermione interrupted Ron with a grim expression, then looked at Aaron with a serious face. “There are still two more competitions to go. You have to promise me that you absolutely, positively, positively will not take any risks.”

"Ah this..."

Aaron wanted to say that whether or not to take a risk was not up to him, but seeing the other person's angry yet pleading eyes, he could only nod helplessly.

Harry and Cedric exchanged a glance, both agreeing that Hermione was the second girl who would cause Aaron trouble.

“Harry,” Ron looked at him awkwardly, “I don’t think you’d be crazy enough to sign up yourself.”

"Have you finally figured it out?" Harry said coldly. "It's taken you so long to understand?"

"I'm not the only one who thinks this way; everyone is talking about you behind your back."

I think I should…

“No need to say anything more,” Harry interrupted. “It’s alright, just forget about it!”

Hearing him say that, Ron felt a little ashamed and said timidly, "At least I was the one who reminded you about the dragon."

"What?" Harry paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something and exclaimed, "Charlie was also in the Dragon Trainers. He told you that, and then you had Hagrid tell me?"

"if not?"

"So you two are back together?" Hermione felt a sense of relief. She had been spending the last few days in Harry and Ron's cold war, and every day had been exhausting.

"This is really baffling." Aaron shrugged, then asked, "What score did the referee give you?"

“I think I got 40, six points lower than you,” Harry said somewhat embarrassedly. “I’m tied for second with Krum.”

“That makes me look really awkward.” Cedric shook his head with a wry smile. “I only scored in the thirties, tied for third with Fleur.”

"What about the golden egg?"

Adrian said the golden egg would contain clues to a second project.

"What clues can you possibly have when you've just got it?" Cedric said speechlessly.

"That's true, I was too impatient."

......

After dinner, Ludo Bagman told the five warriors to gather in the room behind the auditorium.

“You’ve all done very well, exceptionally well,” Bagman said excitedly. “Especially the two fourth-year wizards, no one could have imagined you two would be so outstanding.”

"Can we get down to business, Mr. Bagman?"

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Mr. Gaius."

"But I understand, many people are waiting for you to go back and celebrate." Bagman gave an understanding smile and continued, "Getting back to the point, the second project will be held at 9:30 a.m. on February 24th next year."

You have about three months to unravel the clues in the golden egg, which will tell you what the second project is.

Okay, that's all I wanted to say.

As soon as they left the room, they saw someone they didn't want to see standing outside the door: the unscrupulous reporter, Rita Skeeter.

"Mr. Bagman, may I interview the five warriors?"

“No problem.” Bagman finished speaking and immediately winked at everyone, “I’m leaving now, you guys make the most of this opportunity to become famous.”

Krum paused for a moment, then quickened his pace and left.

Cedric and Fleur followed closely behind him.

Skeeter didn't stop them, but when it was Harry and Aaron's turn, she blocked the entrance to the Great Hall.

A stenographer and a notebook flew out of her handbag and landed above her shoulder.

"Would it be convenient for you two outstanding warriors to do an exclusive interview?" Rita Skeeter asked with a smile as she approached.

"inconvenient."

Harry glared at her angrily and stormed out.

“Alright! Then you’re the only one left, Mr. Gaius.”

"Are you sure you want to interview me?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

Rita Skeeter clicked her tongue. "To be honest, I've considered the consequences, but you are a Dragon Speaker, which is much rarer than Animagus."

It wouldn't be right for me not to interview you; the president would be unhappy, wouldn't you say?

But don't worry, I'll let you see the manuscript first, and I'll only publish it after I get your approval.

"I see! I understand."

Rita Skeeter was immediately delighted, and her shorthand quill seemed eager to be used.

"Mr. Gaius, what did it feel like when you faced those fire dragons? How did you communicate with them, and what did you discuss? What magic did you use during the competition...?"

“Look me in the eyes,” Aaron said directly.

Rita Skeeter instinctively looked over, then froze on the spot like a puppet, only a strange purple light flashing in her eyes.

"I don't want this to happen either, but you're just too annoying!"

From now on, do not interview me in any way.

“Yes,” Rita Skeeter said blankly.

Aaron nodded in satisfaction, then left with Abe and the golden egg.

A moment later, Rita Skeeter snapped out of her daze and shuddered, completely bewildered.

"Where's Harry Potter? He's running way too fast!"

......

Back in the Slytherin common room, deafening applause and cheers erupted.

Neller pulled Aaron to the middle of the common room, then coughed and said, "Dean Snape meant not to disturb your rest, but there are some reasons why we must stay until you return."

"So... is there something wrong?" Aaron looked at the dozen or so students surrounding him, feeling somewhat confused.

Although the number of people was small, they were all representatives of their respective grades; in other words, they represented the entire Slytherin House.

"An autograph!" Graham, a first-year student, piled a stack of autographed papers in front of Aaron and said with admiration, "I'm sure you won't refuse a request from us freshmen!"

"Heh! I refuse." Aaron sneered and turned to walk towards the dormitory.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Draco chuckled and stopped him. "Forget about autographs, at least say a few words so we can pass it on to the others!"

“This is indeed somewhat necessary.” Aaron narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, “First, don’t bother me unless it’s absolutely necessary. I won’t answer any of your questions.”

Second, I don't want to hear Slytherin comparing me to others; it's too annoying.

Third, I will win the Triwizard Tournament on behalf of Slytherin.

“Understood.” Neller nodded. “As a prefect, I can guarantee that Slytherin will fully cooperate.”

"Thanks."