A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"I'm just using it on my private property, the Ministry of Magic shouldn't be able to interfere!" Aaron said with a shy smile. The Ministry of Magic has many things that are prohibited, but it still has to turn a blind eye to people of different statuses.

Chapter 124 A Different Training Method

Above the castle, Draco sat on Nimbus 2001, while opposite him sat Aaron on a dark blue magic carpet.

"I'm ready," Draco said, both nervous and excited.

Aaron nodded, then opened a wooden box and released the golden thief inside.

The golden sphere's wings vibrated at a high frequency, emitting a buzzing sound, and soon turned into a golden afterimage, moving erratically at high speed in the air.

However, due to the magic applied to it, the thief's flight range was somewhat limited, and he could only fly around Malfoy Manor.

“The Golden Snitch is the Seeker’s target on the Quidditch pitch, but there are other things on the pitch besides the Golden Snitch,” Aaron said, tossing the Quaffle up from the crate.

The bright red Quake ball began to dart around erratically, circling several times in mid-air before disappearing from sight.

"Now comes the important part."

The wandering ball, as you should know, is highly aggressive and the most dangerous ball in Quidditch.

Draco nodded. This was common sense, common sense that everyone who liked Quidditch knew.

"Your training will consist of catching the Golden Snitch."

"Huh? It's that simple?" Draco was stunned for a moment, somewhat unable to react. "Actually, this is how I trained before you came."

"They are aware, but not highly so."

You should know how effective one person's training can be, but a competition is never a one-person affair; there are teammates and, naturally, opponents.

However, in the following training sessions, you will have no teammates, and I will be your opponent.

"What do you mean?"

Draco asked with some concern. He didn't think he was as strong as Aaron. If Aaron were his opponent, it wasn't a question of whether he could win, but how long he could last.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, picked up the bat, and swung it symbolically. "I'll keep attacking you with the driftball until you catch the Golden Snitch."

Besides catching up with the ones I catch myself, every five minutes I will use the Summoning Spell to recall a wandering ball that is far away from you, and then attack it.

You can only hide, not fight back.

"You decide when to end training: either catch the Golden Snitch, or I'll knock you off the broom."

"This isn't fair!" Draco swallowed hard, his heart leaping into his throat as he looked at the two roaming balls in the wooden crate, ready to fly out at any moment.

This is a ten-inch ball made of iron; if you get hit by it, you'll at least get a broken bone.

"Draco, I'll give you a lesson for free today."

There is no such thing as fairness in this world; only the weak seek fairness.

Believe it or not, my training methods are a joke to those well-known international teams; their training is much more rigorous.

"I believe that, but..."

“No buts,” Aaron said directly, then looked at Draco seriously. “You just need to tell me whether you accept it or not.”

Draco hesitated for a moment, his gaze unconsciously shifting towards the castle. Through a window, he saw Lucius and Narcissa watching him. He nodded solemnly, "I accept. Malfoy is no weakling."

Hearing this, Aaron scoffed, "Whether you're weak or not is never up to you to decide."

However, your answer was quite good; at least it proves that you don't want to be seen as weak.

"More than."

“Here it is.” The house-elf standing on the ground immediately raised the medicine box high in its hands. “All kinds of potions are prepared. I will keep a close eye on the young master, and if anything goes wrong…”

At this point, Dobby suddenly remembered something and immediately shut his mouth, banging his head against the medicine box repeatedly.

Aaron was exasperated. He had hoped that the little elf would make his presence known, and if he performed well, his master would be in a good mood, and his life at the Malfoy's house might be a little easier.

But it turned out he was overthinking it; he couldn't seize any opportunities given to him.

“You see,” Draco shrugged. “Dobby is used to abusing himself, and I doubt he’ll ever change.”

"Alright, let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Aaron swung his bat and sent a wandering ball flying.

Draco immediately dodged, but he had barely avoided the first one when the second ball grazed past his head.

"This is a lesson; there were two loose balls on the field."

Even though you have six teammates, you must always be prepared to be isolated and helpless.

Draco glanced silently at the intimidating baseball bat in Aaron's hand, then immediately turned and chased after the golden snitch.

Aaron smiled and controlled the magic carpet to find the wandering ball.

Since they were in someone else's house, he still let Draco take advantage of him a little. The magic carpet was fast, but in the current situation, it was far less convenient than the flying broom.

Draco's eyes darted around as he diligently searched for the Golden Snitch while flying at high speed.

However, the two stray balls kept flying past him, seriously affecting his concentration, and there was also a Quaffle flying around the field, interfering with his vision.

Compared to this kind of training, his usual training is just playing house, completely lacking the excitement of being on the court.

However, the level of danger has also increased several notches, and you could be knocked off the field if you're not careful.

Draco persisted for about ten minutes, and amidst the whooshing sounds of the bouncy ball and the Quaffle, he spotted a glimmer of gold.

However, before he could even feel happy for three seconds, a strong sense of crisis surfaced in his mind. Draco subconsciously turned his body to the side, and a ball flew past his right side, leaving a clear half-ball mark on his robe.

"Someone seems to have forgotten that I launch a precise attack every five minutes."

“I haven’t forgotten,” Draco shouted.

"That would be best. None of us want to open our medicine boxes today, do we?"

Draco rolled his eyes, turned his head to look, his eyes widened instantly, and he even unintentionally swore.

Hey!

The Golden Snitch that was originally there has disappeared, and he has to find a new target amidst the attacks of the Looping Ball and the Quaffle.

Seeing this, Aaron silently mourned for Draco for a second, then decided to add a little pressure to him.

He casually placed the baseball bat on the magic carpet, took a bottle of soda and some snacks from Abbe's pocket, and then shouted "Go! Go!"

Draco stumbled and nearly fell off the broom.

What are you doing?

"As a seeker, you can't be influenced by the crowd's voice."

The Golden Snitch is your target.

"But aren't you being a bit too... It feels like you're making fun of me."

“Heh!” Aaron shook his head. “You have to understand one thing: on the Quidditch field, your supporters will cheer you on, while your opponents will do the exact opposite and try every possible way to interfere with you.”

I bet Harry Potter wouldn't be too happy to hear your voice on the field.

"I understand," Draco said with a wry smile. "Although I'm very annoyed, I still think what you said makes a lot of sense."

"Go on!" Aaron took a bite of his biscuit and waved his hand impatiently.

Draco's smile grew increasingly bitter, but he still turned to look for the Golden Snitch.

Inside the castle, Narcissa watched this scene, her eyes twitching slightly. "This child is truly...interesting!"

"It was quite interesting, but Draco's training today was more effective than his usual week's training, which is very helpful for him."

“More than that!” Narcissa said with a meaningful smile. “Joining Slytherin’s Quidditch team and becoming their Seeker will, to some extent, enhance the Malfoy family’s reputation and also give Draco some fame.”

But what's more important?

“You know me best.” Lucius gave his wife a warm smile, then turned his gaze to Aaron. “I want Draco to build a good relationship with the heir of the reclusive family, so that Malfoy can have a way out.”

Upon hearing this, Narcissa's expression immediately turned serious, and a hint of panic inevitably appeared in her eyes.

Lucius immediately comforted him, saying, "The situation might not be so bad. That person may never come back."

"Keep that to yourself and don't believe it!"

The mysterious man is in bad shape, but we all know how powerful his magic is; he won't die so easily.

"Shh!"

Lucius made a shushing gesture. Even though he was in his own home, he was still uneasy about the mysterious man.

Seeing her husband so silent and trembling, Narcissa didn't know how to comfort him, after all, the mysterious man was an indelible shadow in their hearts.

"I have been trying my best to clean up the mess and erase the connection between Malfoy and that person."

But don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the eventuality.

What if that person were to be resurrected? What if that person were to regain control of the wizarding world? What if that person were to force Malfoys to submit again? What if…”

Lucius said "what if" three times in a row, but when he got to the fourth, he didn't have the courage to continue. Instead, he took a deep breath and looked out the window at Aaron. "With his family's protection, even if something happens to the two of us, Draco won't be implicated."

Malfoy had a brief collaboration with his family several hundred years ago, but it was more of an employer-employee relationship than a collaboration.

At that time, Malfoy came to the conclusion that those families would not actively interfere in any affairs of the magical world, but even in the most chaotic times, they had the ability to remain uninvolved.

Chapter 125 The Long-Awaited Invisibility and Clone

Draco's training session barely ended as night fell.

The way it ended was somewhat unexpected. He didn't catch the Golden Snitch, nor was he knocked down by the Loopball or the Quake. Instead, he was so tired that he accidentally fell off the broom.

Dobby finally got his chance to shine, catching Draco safely before anyone else could, thus preventing him from making close contact with the ground.

Aaron controlled the magic carpet to fly to Draco, looking at him with a smile, "How are you feeling?"

"It was just an accident."

"Just a little longer, and I'm sure I'll catch the Golden Snitch."

"I believe you can do it, but never mind, let's call it a day for today!"

"Why did you give up?"