A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Isn't it normal for dragons to have a bigger appetite?" Ya Lunren said matter-of-factly, without much concern, tearing off another chicken leg and putting it in his mouth.

To be fair, the food at Hogwarts is quite good.

"Is it really a dragon?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, wanting to touch it, but she stopped herself halfway through reaching out.

"That's right, but it's a dragon that has never appeared in the magic world before."

It's unique; there's only one of its kind.

“That’s so cool!” Ron exclaimed. “If Charlie knew, he’d probably drop everything and come back to see it.”

“Don’t do anything foolish.” Harry gave Ron a look, and he shrugged dejectedly. “At this point, even if we wanted to keep it a secret, we couldn’t keep it for long.”

If the college professors know, then Dumbledore must know too.

"Don't worry, they'll keep it a secret," Aaron said calmly. "I've successfully convinced Dumbledore that I can keep it even at school."

“That’s great.” Hermione smiled broadly. “You’ll have it much easier from now on, and so will we.”

"By the way, Aaron, do you have any plans for your vacation?" Harry asked.

"Me? I'll probably go back to Diagon Alley and continue running my little shop!"

I haven't been back for almost a year, so I don't know how business is going, but it shouldn't be too bad.

For me, not losing money is a win.

The three looked at each other, somewhat bewildered.

In their minds, the Ministry of Magic would never allow a child to open a shop in Diagon Alley.

"Did your family help with this?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, when I was nine years old, my uncle set up a shop for me."

It's not very big, but it has all the necessary permits and licenses, and it's definitely operating legally.

"Nine years old?" Ron's lips twitched. When he was nine, he was still happily following his older brothers around!

"Isn't this self-reliance a bit too early?!"

"That's really outrageous," Harry said with an awkward laugh.

For the first eleven years of his life, he was either bullied by Dudley, by Dudley's friends, or by them all together. It was a truly heartbreaking story.

“Gaius’s Drinks Shop isn’t very famous, but it’s enough to earn some pocket money,” Aaron said with a hint of pride. “I’m usually there. You can go there if you want to find me.”

If I happen to be offline, you can leave me a message or something, and I'll reply the next day.

Of course, you're always welcome to visit my home.

“I probably can’t go.” Harry shook his head with a wry smile. “The holidays are for you to go home, but for me, they’re not at all.”

The three of them simultaneously gave Harry a complex look mixed with sympathy, but they didn't know how to comfort him.

He lost his parents at the age of one and was sent to live with his uncle, but he received no love whatsoever. All he received was unfair treatment. It seemed that all they cared about was ensuring that Harry wouldn't freeze or starve to death.

If Harry could stay at the school, he definitely would, but he obviously can't, otherwise he wouldn't be on the train now.

“Why don’t you come to my house?” Ron suggested. “I’ll have an owl deliver the letter to you. It’s perfectly normal to visit a classmate’s house during the holidays.”

"You come to my house every few days; they shouldn't stop you."

Harry's eyes lit up. Although, based on his understanding of his aunt and uncle, they might really stop him, because that family just didn't want him to have a good life.

However, they might not stop him, because they don't like seeing him and prefer to avoid him altogether.

The chances of letting him out are slim, but not nonexistent; it's still a glimmer of hope.

......

The train had been traveling for a long time, and Aaron took the opportunity to collect the rewards from his three tasks.

[Help Slytherin win the House Cup; Reward: 500 Magic Points]

[Gain the approval of at least three professors; reward 500 magic points]

[Slay Voldemort's remnant soul; Reward: 1000 mana points]

He got two thousand magic points just like that, and with what he's saved up now, he's broken through the three thousand mark. This feeling of getting rich overnight is a bit hard for him to get used to.

But then came ecstasy. With this wealth, he could reach the level of a mage in no time, and Abe could evolve again, this time awakening his innate skill.

Besides that, he can also make some appropriate purchases. As long as it's not too expensive, he's willing to put down an order even if it hurts.

Aaron opened his eyes as the train stopped at Platform 9¾.

"arrive?"

Harry nodded. "Um... do you feel any soreness in your shoulders?"

Aaron was still a little confused, but the next moment he found Hermione leaning on his shoulder, sleeping very soundly.

"Grass!

When did this happen?

“About two hours ago!” Harry said with a playful smile. “You were all asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

Aaron pursed his lips and gently pulled his shoulder away. "I admit that waking up beforehand is a little awkward, but at least it's better than you."

Harry's expression changed, and he turned to look at Ron, who was perched on his shoulder, feeling inexplicably heartbroken.

At this moment, an old guard knocked on the carriage door and woke up the remaining two people, "Children, it's time for you to get off the train."

Collect your luggage and line up.

We need to leave this platform in batches; too many people can leave at once, otherwise the Muggles will notice.

They waited in line for a very long time before it was their turn.

As soon as Aaron stepped off the platform, he saw Genes smiling and greeting him. "I've been waiting for half an hour, young master. You'd better be quicker next time."

"You shouldn't be telling me this." Aaron rolled his eyes and casually handed the suitcase to the butler.

Genes smiled and took it, then glanced at him holding Abe and frowned slightly. "Has Abe gotten fat?"

"Uh...that's not important."

Abe kept nodding; that was just how big its appetite was, and there was nothing it could do about it.

Genes walked up to Aaron, picked up Abe, and weighed him carefully. "He has indeed gained weight, by a kilogram. It seems I'll have to give him a new diet when I get back."

Abe's face fell, her entire expression filled with unhappiness.

It's obvious that Genes would definitely cut a significant portion of the meat from his recipes, or replace it with vegetarian options; he's absolutely capable of doing that.

Thinking of this, Abe immediately put on a pitiful expression and gave Aaron a resentful look.

"Surely not!" Aaron chuckled. "Is it really necessary?"

"I'll listen to you, young master."

However, I must warn you, if you continue to spoil it like this, it won't be long before it becomes too heavy for you to carry.

"After thinking about it carefully, it seems that it is indeed necessary."

Genes smiled with satisfaction. "Young Master, we should go back now. The head of the family and his wife will be back today as well."

Are your parents home too?

"They're on the train, so they should get back before us."

"They haven't seen you for over half a year, and they've said more than once that they miss their precious son."

Aaron only half believed this statement, because even before he started school, the number of times his family had reunited could be counted on one hand.

"I'll go say hello to my friend first."

"It should."

Aaron walked up to Draco, who stood beside a cold-faced middle-aged man with light blond hair and blue-gray eyes, presumably his father.

Seeing Aaron approach, Lucius smiled slightly on his pale face. "You must be Aaron!"

Draco wrote to me more than once, saying that he had made a very good friend.

His excellent grades wouldn't have been possible without your help; thank you so much.

"You're too kind. It's what I should do as a friend," Aaron said, neither humble nor arrogant, displaying remarkable confidence.

"Malfoy Estate welcomes you at any time."

"If I have time, I will definitely go."

"Harry Potter!"

Just then, a scream in a childlike voice rang out, and Lucius's brows furrowed slightly.

"Is that Weasley?" Draco asked, looking at the little red-haired girl standing next to Mrs. Weasley. "I've heard they have a youngest sister."

“Obviously, I saw her when I came to the station last year,” Aaron said. “Judging by the time, we should see her at this year’s freshman orientation.”

“That’s truly tragic,” Draco said, shaking his head.

Aaron's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything.

After all, Malfoy and Weasley have been at odds for centuries, so this attitude is normal.

Chapter 98 The Confidence of Self-Cultivation

"Are those your friends, young master?" Genes asked, looking at Draco's figure. "If I remember correctly, they are Malfoys."

"Is there a problem?"

“Hmm…” Genes hesitated for a few seconds, “There’s something I need to remind you, young master. The Malfoys are the representatives of pure-blood families, and they have great contempt for half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards.”

Furthermore, as far as I know, Lucius had some connection with the Dark Lord in the past, and no one knows whether they have severed ties.

“I know, but Lucius is Lucius and Draco is Draco.”

I'm discerning in choosing friends; I won't misjudge people.

“Then there’s no problem,” Genes said with a smile. “Young Master, you don’t only have this one friend, do you?”

"How can it be?