A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"If you owned a winery, your alcohol tolerance would probably be pretty high too," Tom joked. "And he owns more than one winery."

Once outside the Leaky Cauldron, it was the Muggle world. Aaron's outfit didn't look out of place at all on the bustling street; to everyone, he looked like an ordinary high school student taking a stroll.

Breathing in the fresh air, Aaron was incredibly excited, and he wanted nothing more than to shout out in celebration of his hard-won moment of freedom.

But he knew that he was not safe. If he thought that everything would be fine once he left Diagon Alley, he would probably be caught and taken back in less than two hours.

Just then, a squirming sound came from inside the backpack. Abe felt a bit stuffy and wanted to stick his head out for some fresh air.

But just as it was about to act, a hand pressed it back down, saying, "Bear with it a little longer, it's not time for you to come out yet."

As Aaron took his walk, he surveyed his surroundings and slipped into an empty alley.

He quickly unzipped the backpack and let Abe out.

Saint Dragon stretched his limbs briefly, then tactfully folded his clothes and stuffed them into Aaron's backpack.

"Get ready." Aaron took out half a bottle of invisibility potion, and reluctantly poured out half of it. "This amount will allow us to be invisible for at most half an hour."

Malfoy Estate is over 130 kilometers away, so you'll need to go as fast as you can in a bit. Can you do that?

Abe hesitated for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"it is good!"

Aaron nodded in satisfaction, first drinking a glass himself, then feeding Abe a glass.

Both the man and the dragon went invisible at the same time. Abe ran out of the alley, quickly shrinking to about a few meters in size on the street, and then crouched down.

Aaron made a quick decision, jumped onto its back, found a comfortable and safe spot, and said, "Let's go."

At a command, the Holy Dragon spread its wings, and an autumn wind appeared out of nowhere on the street, making passersby squint.

However, the wind came quickly and went even faster, disappearing in less than two seconds, while Abe carried Aaron through the clouds.

Wuhu!

Aaron let out a joyful shout from Abe's back. This was his first time experiencing high-speed flight, and he couldn't help but feel excited as he looked at the buildings and forests rushing past below.

Unlike magic brooms, dragons fly much faster and are quite comfortable. Unlike phantom teleportation, there are no risks or costs involved, but the thrill is immense.

At this moment, he truly understood why some wizards preferred to spend more time riding magical creatures rather than using Apparition; it felt incredibly exhilarating.

......

Just minutes after they set off, Ollivander also went up the stairs to see his grandnephew.

But when he opened the door, he didn't see Aaron; instead, a yellowed piece of paper under the paperweight was particularly eye-catching.

Ollivander approached and his heart skipped a beat. He murmured, "My Merlin!"

He immediately put away the note Aaron had left, quickly walked down the stairs, ignoring even the customers who had just come in to choose wands, and hurriedly headed to Gaius's Drinks Shop after saying "Wait a moment".

This is a really big deal. My usually filial and sensible grandnephew has run away from home.

The two bodyguards who were secretly protecting Aaron felt a sudden tremor in their hearts upon seeing this. They exchanged a glance and decided to make an exception and quietly entered Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Two minutes later, the two men walked out of the store with bitter and worried expressions.

Their young master actually ran away right under their noses, and they didn't even know when or how he ran away. This is a serious dereliction of duty!

"Sigh!" one of them said helplessly, "The young master ran away so easily, while the two of us..."

In short, this is a terrible situation.

“Who says it’s not!

This is the first accident in twelve years, and it happened to the two of us!

"Let's report the situation to Lord Genes first!"

However, be prepared to get a scolding.

The two knew that Ollivander had left in a hurry to go find Genes, and that their only purpose in going there was to get scolded and have their boss give them a good dressing down.

Snapped!

Ollivander angrily slammed the yellowed paper down in front of Genes, displaying an aura completely out of character for his age. "How do you raise children? How could such a huge mistake occur?"

"Please calm down, what exactly happened?"

"See for yourself."

If anything happens to Aaron, you will be held responsible.

"Young Master." Genes paused for a moment, then immediately picked up the paper and began to read.

A moment later, he lowered his trembling hands, feeling extremely depressed.

Sure enough, they ran away!

Recalling Aaron's unusual behavior at breakfast, he realized that this was definitely a premeditated runaway.

Chapter 120 Oh my god, the young master has run away!

“Genes, I think I need an explanation.” Ollivander slammed his fist on the table angrily. “Why did Aaron’s note say that he was overwhelmed with classes?”

"Ah this..."

"Stop stammering, what exactly are your plans for his vacation?"

"It's just that we arranged some tutoring classes for the young master," Genes explained with an embarrassed smile.

“Some?” Ollivander paused, staring directly at Genes. “How many exactly?”

"Three subjects, or roughly four if you include swordsmanship."

"Really?" Ollivander was somewhat skeptical. If it were only four subjects, Aaron wouldn't have written the words "overwhelmed." He knew the boy's mental fortitude.

“This is the head of the family’s arrangement,” Genes immediately added, dispelling Ollivander’s doubts.

As for the arrangements made by his ancestors, he selectively ignored them. To tell the truth? That was absolutely impossible.

Ollivander was getting on in years, though that age wasn't much for a wizard. But if he knew Aaron's holiday was filled with a whopping twenty-nine classes, he'd be furious.

In his fury, he will definitely send a message to the mistress of the house, and then he, the steward, will definitely not have a good time.

Ollivander managed to calm down and said meaningfully, "Aaron is only twelve years old, and you've already arranged four tutoring classes for him. The pressure might be a bit too much."

Holidays are for relaxation; you can't keep him on too high a nerve, you can't push him too far.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ollivander, this was my oversight,” Genes said sincerely. “I will definitely take better care of the young master’s feelings in the future.”

"The most urgent task is to find Aaron as soon as possible."

He's still just a child; it would be terrible if he got into danger.

"Don't worry, young master has dedicated protection." Genes said this with a relaxed expression, showing great confidence in the two bodyguards beside Aaron.

However, the next moment, his expression turned sour.

However, upon noticing Ollivander in front of him, he quickly adjusted his expression.

“Mr. Ollivander, I assure you that the young master’s safety will not be a problem.”

"That would be best."

When Aaron comes back, I'll have him come to me, and I'll definitely give him a good scolding.

I couldn't discipline him, so I told his mother to discipline him too. He's so young, yet he's already run away from home!

"Well... I think it's better not to tell Madam."

Although the young master is young, he has his own ideas.

As elders, our role is to guide, not interfere.

Ollivander was silent for a moment after hearing this, then nodded slightly. "Perhaps you are right."

I still have customers in my shop, so I won't disturb you any longer.

"Walk slowly!"

Watching Ollivander walk away, Genes took a deep breath, hung the "Closed" sign outside, and closed the shop door.

"Come out!"

Two men emerged from the shadows of the wall; they were Aaron's two bodyguards.

"You have disappointed me greatly, I am extremely disappointed."

You can lose sight of a living person right under your nose.

The family has invested enormous resources in raising you, and you can't even handle this small task? You're utterly useless.

The two exchanged a glance and remained silent in tacit agreement.

Past experience has taught them that it's easier to be quiet or speak less when being scolded.

"Phew! Explain yourself!"

How did you lose track of them?

“Young Master went to Ollivander’s Wand Shop,” one of them said, sounding somewhat aggrieved. “Lord Genes, as you know, that place is practically half of Young Master Aaron’s home.”

And Mr. Ollivander is the lady's uncle; out of respect, we cannot simply enter that place.

“Lord Genes, we can guarantee that we have blocked the gate.”

"We've done it this way before, but this time something unexpected happened." The other person hurriedly said, "After Mr. Ollivander left in such a hurry, we realized something might be wrong, but we searched every corner of the wand shop and couldn't find any trace of the young master."

"That's not a reason; I only look at the results."

"I'm so sorry."

"We'll deduct one month's salary from both of you. Any objections?"

"No objections," the two said in unison.

"Forget it, there's no point in discussing this now." Genes sighed. "You have a chance to redeem yourselves, you know what that is, right?"

"We'll go and bring the young master back right away."

"Not too stupid."

Just as the two were about to make their move, Genes stopped them.