A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Father, shouldn't we... reconsider this carefully?" Draco was a little flustered; he didn't want to end up with calluses on his hands like Aaron.

"No need to think about it." Lucius completely disregarded his son's opinion, simply stating, "People stronger than you are still working hard, what reason do you have not to work hard?"

"Draco, you don't need to worry."

"Even if we enroll you in classes, we will respect your opinion and won't let you suffer any injustice," Narcissa comforted her.

"You will protect him."

“He’s my son. If I don’t protect him, who else should I protect?” Narcissa rolled her eyes at Lucius, then looked at Draco with some affection. “Your father’s love for you is no less than mine, which is why he has such high expectations for you.”

Draco nodded solemnly upon hearing this. "Father, I will certainly not let you down."

Seeing that the family of three had almost finished talking, Aaron said helplessly, "You have to promise me you'll keep this a secret."

"Yes, yes, it's a piece of cake," Draco immediately assured, patting his chest.

"Also, let me make this clear beforehand: some courses involve family secrets that I cannot tell you."

“I understand,” Lucius said. “You just need to tell us the parts that aren’t important.”

“Okay!” Aaron shrugged, then started counting on his fingers. “The tutoring classes start the day after the holiday begins. The specific content includes swordsmanship, medicine, art, musical instruments, botany, history, driving, lip reading, cooking, and alcohol tolerance…”

"Wait, that's enough, stop talking."

"Let me calm down first." Draco wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Just how many classes has your family arranged for you?"

"Um... to be more precise, twenty-nine doors."

Draco staggered and almost lost his balance, while Lucius and Narcissa were also completely stunned.

No wonder Aaron ran away from home. With the number 29 pressing down on him, who the hell could withstand it?

“Draco,” Lucius murmured, “I take back what I just said. Tutoring classes and such might not be suitable for you.”

“Thank you, Father.” Draco breathed a sigh of relief. “I… I think so too.”

Chapter 123 Malfoy's Warm Hospitality

"Sir, this is your room." A house-elf led Aaron to the guest room very respectfully. "My master said that you can ask me to do anything you need at any time."

Aaron looked at the house-elf's prominent green eyes, then glanced at his dirty clothes, which could hardly be called clothes, and frowned slightly.

"Don't be so nervous. Can you tell me your name?"

"Dobby, my name is Dobby," the little elf said excitedly, but perhaps he was a little too excited, as tears and snot were about to flow out.

Aaron handed him a piece of paper. "You need to control your emotions. Our house-elves never cry."

"Yes, thank you, sir." The little elf choked back tears and wiped his nose with the rags on his body. "These past few days have been the happiest days for Dobby. Thank you so much, sir."

"Thank me?"

Aaron was a little confused. It seemed that this was the first time he had met this elf, and they had never interacted before.

“Yes,” Dobby said nervously but with great certainty. “After the young master went on vacation, he treated Dobby a little better than before and didn’t punish him casually.”

"It's all thanks to your guidance at Hogwarts, sir, although the master treats Dobby no differently than before."

Aaron then remembered that he had indeed reminded Draco to show more respect to those stronger than himself, but that was a few months ago and he hadn't taken it to heart.

"You don't need to thank me. To be honest, I only mentioned it once or twice."

“Just as Harry Potter said, you are a humble person,” Dobby said, but he immediately regretted it; he shouldn’t have mentioned Harry Potter.

Sure enough, when he looked up, Aaron was looking at him with a suspicious gaze, which made Dobby take a step back.

"What did you say?"

“It’s nothing, sir.” Dobby’s eyes darted away, and he quickly lowered his head.

“Harry Potter?” Aaron sat in his chair, crossed his legs, and slowly poured himself a glass of water. “I don’t think I misheard, and I don’t think a lowly Malfoy elf would have any connection with the famous Harry Potter.”

Dobby swallowed hard, wanting to explain, but not knowing how to begin.

"Either it was Mr. Lucius's order, or you made the decision on your own, but the latter is basically impossible, so it can only be the former."

So here's the problem: Malfoy doesn't like Harry Potter, but their elves seem to have the exact opposite feeling about him.

I doubt the Malfoys would know this!

“Sir,” Dobby looked at Aaron sadly and pleaded, “Please don’t tell the master and the others. It’s all Dobby’s fault. Dobby was the one who contacted Harry Potter.”

"What did you do?" Aaron asked, frowning.

Dobby intercepted Harry's letters and even managed to tell his family that underage wizards cannot use magic casually.

"Beautiful, doesn't your conscience hurt?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, inwardly marveling at Malfoy's cunning.

Intercepting the letters wouldn't have much of an impact on Harry; at most, it would just reduce his emotional comfort.

But telling his mean-spirited aunt and uncle that Harry couldn't use magic outside of school was tantamount to erasing their fear of magic.

It's possible that this family will continue to bully Harry in the same way they have in the past, or even escalate their mistreatment.

Dobby tapped his index fingers together, looking a little guilty, and said, "Dobby also asked him to promise not to go back to Hogwarts, but this was Dobby's own idea, and it was for Harry Potter's sake."

"What? Isn't that going too far?"

He endured more than ten years to finally have the opportunity to go to Hogwarts, and you actually want him to go back to that miserable life of living under someone else's roof and suffering in dire straits.

"It would be better to kill him! At least it would be more satisfying than seeing no hope at all."

Dobby paused for a moment, his nose twitched slightly, then he turned around and slammed his head against the table, deliberately choosing a sharp spot to hit his head.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The sound of the impact, mixed with screams, was too much for Aaron to bear to watch, and he quickly pulled Dobby a little further away.

“To be honest, I feel a little sorry for you,” Aaron sighed. “You must have suffered a lot of abuse at the Malfoys’ house.”

Dobby nodded, but then, realizing that such thoughts would be disrespectful to the host, he suddenly had the urge to harm himself.

"If you want to bang your head against the wall, please find another place. It's rather impolite to do so in front of me, your guest."

“Yes, sir,” Dobby said, sounding aggrieved.

"Don't think I'm heartless."

Whether you carry out Malfoy's orders well or badly is none of my business.

Your approach to Harry Potter was well-intentioned, it didn't fit in with the Malfoy family, and it has nothing to do with me.

"I simply don't want to see the elf hurt himself in front of me, and then I'll have to go through the trouble of stopping him," Aaron explained. "But don't worry, I won't tell Malfoy what you did."

“Thank you, sir. You are a kind man.” Dobby said as he slowly left the room. “Please call me anytime if you need anything.”

"understood."

After Dobby left, Aaron put Abe on the table and then looked around the room.

The room was on the third floor of the castle, with excellent natural light, and you could see the garden and fountain below through the window.

The interior is well-equipped, with a desk, mirror, bathroom, and bedroom—everything you could need, and everything exudes luxury, something that ordinary hotels can't match.

“Oh right, I almost forgot to mention.” Aaron looked at Abe with a serious expression, “The outside world is not like your own home, nor is it like Hogwarts. You need to be more discreet.”

Don't show your wings, be a little polite, and most importantly, control your appetite.

Abe nodded as if it understood, but it wasn't until lunchtime that it truly grasped Aaron's meaning.

At the dinner table, the Lucius couple were a little too enthusiastic, constantly urging Dobby to serve food, which was piled high with all kinds of dishes.

“We didn’t know what you liked to eat, so we prepared a little extra,” Narcissa said with a smile.

"Uh... I'm not that picky about food."

"Also, Uncle and Aunt, you've prepared too much." Aaron said apologetically.

He now understood how Abe felt during their first meal together. Genes had also prepared a large table of food, but he was clearly not as thick-skinned as Abe and could accept it with a clear conscience, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"What are you saying?"

"Aaron, you are a guest of Malfoy Manor, so it's only right that we extend hospitality," Draco said, then placed a chicken leg on Abe's plate. "This little fellow must be starving."

Abe's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he slurped his saliva. Just as he reached out his paw, Aaron smacked him.

"Mind your manners." Aaron whispered his meaning in the Dragon Language, but to the three members of the Malfoy family, it sounded like heavy breathing.

Abe realized what was happening and reluctantly suppressed his desire to eat. Although he was very tempted by the food on the table, he still waited quietly for his owner to feed him.

“Aaron, your cat seems a bit different!” Lucius looked curiously at Abe, who was lying on the table, and felt that this was no ordinary cat.

“Abe is professionally trained and more sensible than the average pet,” Aaron explained, giving Draco a look that told him not to reveal Abe’s identity.

Draco chuckled awkwardly and continued eating.

"By the way, Aaron, there's something I hope you can help me with," Draco said hesitantly after they had finished eating and drinking.

"You said."

Draco pointed to Nimbus 2001, which was placed in the corner, and said, "Weren't you a Seeker? I'd like to ask you to train me."

"Huh?" Aaron glanced at Draco. "You want to be the Seeker?"

"Yes, the Seeker is the soul of the team."

Harry Potter is Gryffindor's Seeker, so my rank on the house team can't be lower than his!

I'm quite adept at using the magic broom, but I haven't received any professional training, so I have to ask for your help.

“I can help you with that, but…” Aaron turned his gaze to Lucius and Narcissa, “but you need your aunt and uncle’s permission, and you need to be mentally prepared.”

My training methods might be a little harsh, and you could get injured if you're not careful.

Narcissa was a little worried when she heard this, but Lucius didn't care. "It's common to get injured in Quidditch. Draco must have been prepared for that since he chose to join the team."

Besides, I don't think the Malfoy children are that delicate.

“Since Uncle Lucius has said so, I can’t refuse,” Aaron said half-jokingly. “Consider it payment for the two days’ lodging and food.”

“Great!” Draco exclaimed, overjoyed. “Do you need me to prepare a magic broom for you? Nimbus 2001 has a few spares.”

“No need, I have this.” Aaron said, taking a dark blue blanket out of his bag.

Upon seeing it, Lucius's eye twitched slightly. "Is this a flying carpet? I remember the Ministry of Magic banned the use of these things a long time ago."