A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron stared into those large, bright green, watery eyes less than half a meter away, and was speechless for a moment.

"Is the fifth gift box for me?"

“Guess,” Keria said with a smile, then opened the last gift box.

The dazzling gold light shone on Aaron's face, and before he could react, he suddenly felt his arms go empty.

A white figure darted to the gift box in an instant, looking at the contents with astonishment, its eyes crinkling into crescent shapes.

Inside the box is a pure gold statue of Abe, almost the size of a dragon egg, along with ten other pure gold sculptures of different kinds of dragons, each slightly smaller.

Golden things have a great attraction for dragons, and Abe was no exception. It was the first time it had ever seen its own golden statue, and it was overjoyed.

At this moment, its affection for Keria skyrocketed, almost reaching the same level as Aaron's.

If it had such a mistress, it would definitely have a worry-free life from now on.

Thinking this, it revealed a pitiful look, clinging tightly to the gold while pleading with its master not to refuse Keria's kindness.

"I'm almost embarrassed to say this to you." Aaron covered his face with one hand. "You've seen money before, haven't you? How many times has this happened now?"

"That gold belongs to the master, but this gold is mine," Abe said matter-of-factly. This was its private dragon property, and even the master couldn't possibly take it.

"Are you satisfied?" Keria pinched Abe's ear. "I've heard my brother and older sister talk about you. You're a cute, fierce, smart, and loyal dragon. Aaron must have been so lonely these past few years because you've been with him!"

I prepared this gift for you as a reward; I think you'll like it.

"You're really good at spotting dragons." Abe nodded repeatedly, his two dragon claws busy as he carefully stuffed eleven pieces of gold into his pocket.

"Good girl," Kria said with a smile. "I'll give you a backup gift every Christmas from now on."

Abe's ears twitched, and then he turned to look at Aaron. "Master, I've always wanted a mistress, and I think she's quite suitable."

“Beautiful.” Aaron gritted his teeth. “Even you were bribed.”

Abe smiled shyly and obediently squatted down next to Aaron, but its wealth had obviously increased many times over compared to before.

“Give it to me!” Keria held out her right hand to Aaron.

"What?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

“My gift!” Claire said. “Leon visited you two years ago, and when he came home he told me that you would prepare a gift for me when you saw me.”

My brother would never lie to me, don't tell me you forgot.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Aaron's face. He had indeed promised Leon, but Keria's direct request caught him off guard.

A few seconds later, he activated a red magic circle and took out a beautiful pearl necklace from it. "How could I not have prepared!"

Keria looked at the flawless white pearl, a slight smile playing on her lips. "A mermaid's tears, are you sure you want to give them to me?"

Aaron nodded. "I'm sure."

Keria put the necklace on with satisfaction. "Mermaid tears represent love and are the best gift a male wizard can give to his beloved witch."

Aaron: ? ? ?

"Is it too late for me to get this thing back now?"

Chapter 527 The Ministry of Magic is not safe either; seeking help from the Order of the Phoenix is ​​impossible.

"A gift given to a girl that you want to take back?" Kria looked at Aaron teasingly. "If you regret it, that's fine too. Just give me a new piece of jewelry in exchange."

"Ah this..."

Aaron pursed his lips, feeling particularly troubled.

He only had two pieces of jewelry in his collection: a mermaid's tear and a Gilani emerald.

That thing is a curse that brings bad luck; whoever gets it will be doomed. If it were given to Clarice, he'd probably be hunted down to death by that bastard Leon.

“It seems you don’t have one.” Kria shrugged slightly. “Then I’ll accept this necklace.”

"Fine, I'll just accept it!"

"It's because I didn't have any other gift to give you!"

"Perhaps this is fate!"

The gift you gave me after so many years of separation holds such special meaning.

"Hey? You can't say that," Aaron quickly interrupted. "I just didn't know it had that other meaning. If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have given you this."

Keria pointed triumphantly to the necklace around her neck, "The fact is you gave it to me, who cares what you think?"

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he managed to say, "I know why you came, but I've always thought of you as a little sister."

Upon hearing this, Keria's expression did not change at all. Instead, she looked at him with great interest, "It must be difficult for you to be so straightforward."

"When it is broken, it will be disrupted."

With the conversation out in the open, Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The longer this matter drags on, the more complicated it becomes. If it happens to hurt Keria later, given her status as the group's darling, he will become the target of everyone's criticism in no time.

Keria nodded noncommittally. "But that was when we were kids. We're all grown up now."

“Then we should be more calm,” Aaron said earnestly. “Marriage is a lifelong commitment. We are still young and cannot act so impulsively.”

Keria wasn't angry. She looked at Aaron with her beautiful eyes and said, "I wasn't impulsive. The children of the Darwin family have IQ and EQ far beyond that of ordinary people."

I know this is a bit sudden for you, but it's okay. I didn't expect you to accept me right now anyway.

How should I put it? I'll make you fall in love with me.

Hearing this, Aaron was completely stunned. "Krea, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Where do you think I rank among the girls you know?

“Second,” Aaron replied without hesitation.

“I think so too. I’m no worse than anyone else except my eldest sister,” Keria said, then looked at Aaron meaningfully. “You shouldn’t mind me, the second-place winner, pursuing you, right?”

Rumble!

Thunder rumbled and a violent storm pounded against his soul.

Aaron instinctively wanted to refuse, but looking at the beautiful face so close to his, he couldn't say a word.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Keria took Aaron’s left hand and squeezed it, revealing a sweet smile. “Seven years later, let’s formally introduce ourselves. Keria Darwin, the second daughter of the Darwin family.”

"Uncle Genes."

"I'm here." Genes quickly ran down from the second floor.

"My room shouldn't have changed, right?"

"Of course not, the rooms of the young masters and ladies have been kept in good condition."

"Thank you," Keria said politely. "But could you do me a small favor and tidy up the room next to Aaron's?"

“This…” Genes hesitated, but then Lisanna’s cough came from the second floor.

"No problem, it'll be ready in no time."

"Thank you, Uncle. I'll go check on my old room first," Keria said, then picked up her backpack and left the living room.

After she left, Aaron came to his senses and gave a self-deprecating laugh, "This time, there's really no escaping it."

"That only proves that the young master is very charming."

"I'll take that as a way of comforting me." Aaron leaned back weakly on the sofa, glanced at the Holy Dragon clutching its pocket and refusing to let go, and was speechless.

When Abe was one or two years old, he worried that he might be kidnapped by someone with a chicken leg, but now he worries that he might sell him for gold.

At the dinner that evening, Krystal was given a grand welcome.

Vico and the others were incredibly warm towards her, showing her great care and concern.

Aaron was left out in the cold, which made him deeply feel the coldness and indifference of human relationships.

Keria officially moved in next door to Aaron, but she was very tactful and didn't interfere too much in his life, though she was always there when he needed her.

After seven years apart, it's crucial to change preconceived notions; at the very least, the relationship must move beyond that of siblings.

It's a gradual process, but Keria is very patient.

As it turned out, her approach was absolutely correct. At first, Aaron was a little reserved around Kria, but his attitude gradually changed after a little over a week.

Although this was also due to Vulko and others finding ways to create opportunities for them to be alone, not to mention the bribed dragon as an accomplice, plus the Death Eaters lurking outside the castle, he needed someone to chat with to relieve his boredom and stress. It can be said that everything was going smoothly for Cria.

That day, the two sat in the living room reading the newspaper, their distance from each other exceeding that of ordinary friends.

"The collapse of London's Brockell Bridge was the work of Death Eaters," Aaron said with certainty. "That bridge was less than ten years old. Even if the government turned it into a shoddy project, it wouldn't have broken into two neat pieces."

"And then there are the strange hurricanes in the southwestern counties, which is the power of wizards. I bet the Muggle prime minister is under a lot of pressure."

But none of that matters. What matters is this. Keria pulled out a second newspaper, pointing to the headline: "Scrimgeour Succeeds Fudge."

“I knew this day would come from the moment Fudge tried to cover up the news of Voldemort’s resurrection,” Aaron said nonchalantly. “I don’t know if Scrimgeour is better than Fudge, but he did do something worthwhile. At least the Ministry of Magic took some measures to ensure that students could return to school safely.”

Cria raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively, "Are you very concerned about Hogwarts?"

“Of course, that place is very important to me,” Aaron said. “I can’t tell you the specific reasons, but I don’t want Hogwarts to close down.”

“There’s another piece of news here that I think you should pay attention to,” Claire said hesitantly. “Borns is dead?”

"Susan Borns?"

"It's not her, it's Amelia Borns, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Besides her, there was also Emily Vance, who seemed to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Snapped!

Aaron slapped his forehead, looking worried. "What a hassle!"

He had originally planned to hide at the Ministry of Magic after leaving home, but now it seems that even the Ministry of Magic is not safe.

The fact that the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement could be killed means that Voldemort didn't take the Ministry of Magic seriously at all. He was fully prepared for war, and Dumbledore was the only thing that made him wary.

"What do you plan to do?" Claire asked curiously. "The Ministry of Magic is no longer safe."

"You know my plan?"

“I’m smarter than you,” Kria said irritably. “You can stay home for two more days. After two days, you definitely won’t get engaged to me, but that means you’ll have to find a safe place to hide from the Death Eaters.”