A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“This is outrageous.” Draco’s anger flared up at the sight. “I have never seen anyone arrange such torturous lessons for their child.”

"Who says otherwise?"

Sometimes I really doubt whether I am their biological child.

I can accept that we only see each other a few times a year, and that I can also accept being casually left to be cared for by the housekeeper.

But when those courses piled up, I really couldn't handle the suffocating feeling; it was too painful.

Draco could clearly sense the frustration in his best friend's voice, and while empathizing with him, he comforted him, saying, "I don't know if my dad will agree to you staying at my house for the next couple of days, but I promise I'll do my best to persuade him."

"Thank you!"

Aaron was somewhat moved. Regardless of the final outcome, Draco's attitude alone made him feel that he had made the right choice in making this friend, someone he could rely on in crucial moments.

"You don't have to force yourself. If it doesn't work out, I have a Plan B."

"Plan B?" Draco realized, looking at Aaron with some suspicion. "I'm not trying to discourage you, but are you sure your Plan B will take in a kid like you, someone of such high status who has run away from home?"

Aaron shrugged and nodded very seriously.

His decision to set his sights on Malfoy Estate rather than the Weasley Burrow was also a well-considered one.

It would be best if Malfoy allowed him to stay temporarily, but it wouldn't matter if he didn't agree.

Once Aaron arrives at the Burrow and tells Ron's parents about the Malfoys' actions, given the extremely poor relationship between the Weasleys and Malfoys, the Weasleys will definitely support whatever Malfoy opposes.

Although the Weasleys were poor, Arthur Weasley was certainly a much better person than Lucius Malfoy, and his family would try their best to conceal his whereabouts.

Suddenly, green flames appeared in the marble fireplace, and two figures emerged from it.

One is Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, and the other is Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

Narcissa Malfoy is the third daughter of the pure-blood Black family. She has golden hair and blue eyes, and her bloodline and temperament make her seem very noble.

"A guest has arrived?" Lucius reminded his wife, who was beside him, when he noticed there was an extra person in the house.

"Yes, Father, you are my best friend."

"Hmm!" Lucius nodded, then recognized Aaron sitting there, and a smile appeared on his face. "It's Aaron!"

"That's rare! Are you here to visit Draco?"

“I didn’t mean to deceive you, Uncle Lucius.” Aaron stood up, then looked at the woman beside Lucius and gave her an apologetic smile. “Of course, I didn’t mean to deceive you either, Aunt Narcissa.”

"Nice to meet you, may I call you Auntie?"

“Of course,” Narcissa said with a smile. “Draco owes a lot to you for taking care of him at Hogwarts.”

"Aaron, what do you mean by saying you don't want to deceive us?" Lucius asked, somewhat puzzled. "Didn't you come here to see Draco?"

"No, that's not it. I came to Malfoy Manor to seek refuge."

“Don’t be so formal,” Draco stepped forward to explain. “Aaron ran away from home and wants to stay with us for a few days.”

The Malfoys exchanged a glance, both recalling a small incident that had occurred in Knockturn Alley.

“Um, Aaron, we just went to Knockturn Alley to take care of some business,” Lucius said. “We met a very polite-looking man on the way, who seemed to be asking about the whereabouts of a twelve-year-old boy.”

"They're probably looking for me." Aaron said speechlessly. He didn't expect Genes to act so quickly, but he was even more surprised that their target was so simple.

The fact that he was twelve years old undoubtedly expanded the search area many times over, but his attempts to use disguises to confuse the public were completely ineffective.

Chapter 122 Not everyone is suitable for taking classes.

In the luxurious hall, Aaron stroked the dragon while enduring the scrutinizing gazes of the Malfoys.

“How do I put it?

Genes is smarter than I thought; he eliminated many distracting factors.

But he would never have imagined I would come to Malfoy Manor, at least not yet.

Aaron was quite certain of his guess; Genes had watched him grow up and knew him even better than his parents did.

He can formulate the most efficient search plan in the shortest amount of time and implement it quickly.

However, Genes was unaware that he possessed an invisibility potion, allowing him to exploit a loophole in the Ministry of Magic's prohibition against underage wizards using magic in the Muggle world, enabling him to escape over a hundred kilometers away within half an hour.

Errors in intelligence can greatly affect his judgment, so it's always good to keep some trump cards up your sleeve; otherwise, he probably wouldn't even be able to find a place to stay right now.

Lucius placed his coat on the hanger and sat down opposite Aaron. "I really don't understand why you ran away from home."

“Aaron’s family has arranged tutoring for him,” Draco interjected. “You can tell by looking at his hands.”

The Malfoys looked over at the same time, and Aaron also opened his arms in response.

The couple were surprised to see their hands covered in calluses, but they managed to suppress their emotions and did not show it.

"This is simply abuse."

Anyone who suffers such injustice would want to run away.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Lucius interrupted his son. “Some families have relatively unique ways of raising their offspring.”

"Even if it's special, this is still going too far!"

"Draco." Lucius glanced at him expressionlessly, but Draco could clearly sense the anger beneath the calm, and he reluctantly shut his mouth.

“This is their family matter, and it’s none of our business to interfere,” Narcissa explained softly, then looked at Aaron. “Logically speaking, we should inform your parents, since they would be very worried about you running away from home.”

"That's not necessary. My parents are usually very busy, and they rarely come back even on holidays."

Narcissa frowned. "Then you..."

“I’m usually taken care of by my butler, Genes, and this has been going on for many years,” Aaron said nonchalantly. “Uncle Lucius should have met me; he’s the one who picks me up at the station when I’m on vacation.”

"Do your parents know you suffered this kind of injustice during your vacation?" Lucius asked. "I think if they knew what happened to you, they would definitely be heartbroken and rush back."

“That’s really not certain.” Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. “Those classes were arranged for me by them. It’s part of the family tradition. Genes wouldn’t dare to make decisions on his own.”

Upon hearing this, Lucius opened his mouth, as if he now understood why reclusive families could be passed down for so long.

They attach great importance to the education of the next generation, and have even incorporated it into their ancestral precepts.

With this in mind, Lucius turned his attention to Draco, thinking he could learn from other families' methods of raising heirs.

If the son's suffering can guarantee the family's glory, then it's definitely worth every penny!

Draco couldn't help but shiver and gave his mother a pleading look.

Narcissa immediately patted Lucius's arm under the table and then shook her head slightly at him.

Lucius understood his wife's meaning and regretfully abandoned his idea.

There's a difference between other people's children and your own. If Draco had the talent of Aaron, it wouldn't be a big deal to enroll him in a few tutoring classes.

The problem is that he doesn't have that talent, so we can't just copy Aaron's training methods.

“Aaron, you’ve really given us a tough time!” Narcissa said, somewhat exasperated. “If we don’t send you back, your butler will probably be worried sick.”

But we can't bear to send you back; after all, anyone would feel sorry for you seeing those calloused hands.

"Thank you for your concern, Auntie."

But in reality, the situation is not that serious.

Genes knew very well that I wouldn't do anything I wasn't sure of. I think the reason he was in such a hurry was probably because he cared about his reputation, since I was running away right under his nose.

This is his dereliction of duty. If he wants to save face, he needs to find me before the start of the semester. Aaron chuckled. "Before I left, I left him a note explaining that I didn't disappear by accident or get kidnapped; I just came out to clear my head."

Rather than a meticulously planned runaway, it was more like a game.

I won, so I don't have to attend the remaining three days of classes. I lost, so I have to go back to class obediently.

Upon hearing this, Lucius and Narcissa exchanged glances, but felt a great sense of relief.

If Aaron left a note for Genes, then it wouldn't be a big problem; at most, it would just be a prank, and the Malfoy family could take him in.

"That's so cool."

“Draco, do you think running away from home is cool?” Narcissa glared at her son, her eyes full of warning.

"I was just making a simple remark; I assure you I didn't have that thought."

"That would be best."

Aaron's running away from home was a desperate act of rebellion, but you know very well how Lucius and I have treated you.

“If you dare to play like this, we will definitely teach you a lesson you will never forget,” Lucius said calmly, then looked at Aaron, “You can stay here in peace, your Aunt Narcissa and I will not tell your family.”

“That’s great!” Draco said excitedly, happy that he could help Aaron.

“But…” Lucius changed the subject, “if Genes really comes knocking on our door, then…”

“I won’t make things difficult for you,” Aaron said immediately. “Uncle Lucius, Aunt Narcissa, and Draco, you just need to pretend you don’t know anything.”

Aaron Gaius's visit to Malfoy Manor was purely a personal matter; Malfoy was completely unaware of his running away, so everything is fine.

Lucius paused for a moment, then praised, "You're really smart."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"I'll go arrange a room for Aaron right away."

“Don’t rush, leave this small matter to Dobby.” Lucius stopped Draco and said meaningfully, “I think you should first understand the difference between your vacation and Aaron’s, compare what he did and what you did.”

"Ah this..."

Draco was about to make an excuse when Narcissa gave him a look that made him sit back down.

"Do you have to say it?"

"Aaron, I don't mean to be rude, but Draco really wasted his vacation."

He needs a role model to inspire him to keep going.

“Uncle Lucius, I don’t think I should be the benchmark,” Aaron said awkwardly. “After all, I just ran away from home and even went to a friend’s house to ask for shelter.”

"On the contrary, it is your skill to successfully leave home and escape the pursuit in a short period of time to reach Malfoy Manor, which is hundreds of kilometers away from Diagon Alley."

Draco, don't you think so?

“Yes!” Draco replied dejectedly, “Of course!”

“Aaron, I have my own selfish reasons for making this impolite request,” Lucius said. “Draco is more talented than me, and I want him to have a better future. Perhaps you can tell me what kind of tutoring classes I should enroll him in.”