A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Besides, that child gave us almost three hundred Galleons. Is that less than a little bit of food?"

At that moment, the two smelled a rich fragrance.

Molly couldn't help but sniff, while Arthur looked out the window in astonishment, but his turn was a little too abrupt, and he almost fell off his chair.

"My Merlin!" Arthur swallowed hard. "I don't know how it tastes, but just the aroma alone makes me want to mooch a meal. It's definitely better than what you make..."

"What did you say? Say it again?"

“I mean…” Arthur blinked, “I’ll go call them for dinner and check if they’ve burned the pot.”

Thump! Thump! Thump...

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs came from behind, and a red-haired girl excitedly ran into the kitchen.

"Mom, what are we having for lunch?"

Molly's expression turned serious, and a forced smile appeared on her lips. "Ginny, you should preview your textbook now, and while you're at it, read Lockhart's works. He's your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Ginny nodded, not arguing with her mother about it, after all, Mrs. Weasley was a die-hard Lockhart fan.

"I still want to know what we're having for lunch?"

"Haha! Your mother might not want to tell you this," Arthur chuckled, then saw his wife glare at him. He immediately pointed to the dining table, "It's quite a feast, isn't it!"

Ginny looked at the table: cream pudding, butter cake, corn chips, luncheon meat, roasted lamb chops, and so on.

For the Weasleys, this meal was indeed very lavish, but it paled in comparison to the aroma that filled the air.

Molly smiled helplessly at her daughter's puzzled and bewildered look. "We have a guest. It's Aaron Gaius. You should have heard Ron and the others mention him. If I'm not mistaken, he's the one who created this fragrance."

"Hmm... I think I heard a familiar name." Percy walked in, somewhat surprised, and said, "Is Aaron here?"

“Percy,” Molly looked lovingly at her sensible third son, “it’s just what you think.”

"This holiday was really interesting."

Harry came to visit, and then another Slytherin showed up when school started. "Percy said, speechless. "Of course, I have a good impression of Aaron. He knows his place, unlike the other Slytherins, at least he's not as arrogant."

Upon hearing this, Arthur and Molly exchanged a smile.

They did have a moment at first when they considered handing Aaron over to claim the huge bounty, but after a brief interaction, they found that the kid was so good at getting along with people that it was impossible to dislike him.

"What is this scent?"

“Aaron bought some fresh ingredients from us and decided to cook for himself,” Arthur said. “Harry, Ron, George, and Fred are all out helping him.”

"He made it himself?" Percy paused, glanced at the lunch on the table, and his expression became somewhat uneasy. "That means..."

“He probably won’t refuse if we go over for a meal,” Arthur said.

Percy's lips twitched. "Let's forget it! I can't bring myself to do that."

"Okay! I knew you'd say that."

I'll go call Harry and the others for dinner.

“I think we don’t need to, Dad,” Ginny said, pointing outside. “They’re almost at the door.”

The group turned around and saw George and Fred carrying a large tray back with smiles on their faces, Harry and Ron carefully carrying a ceramic soup pot, while Aaron leisurely followed behind them.

boom!

George and Fred placed the tray in the center of the table, causing the cutlery around it to rattle loudly.

"Be careful," Arthur warned.

“Sorry, Dad, but the taste is just too intoxicating.” George praised with a smile, “You didn’t see it, but this is the first time I’ve ever seen food prepared with magic, with temperature controlled and cooking time shortened.”

It's practically a profound art; if I had the talent, I'd consider becoming a chef.

"Excuse me, this fish soup is a bit hot." Ron carefully placed the soup pot on the table and blew on his palms with an air of importance.

"Aaron, what's wrong with you...?" Molly asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Mrs. Weasley, you can’t possibly make me eat out!” Aaron said with a smile. “Consider this meal a thank you to the Weasleys for their hospitality.”

"This...this is so embarrassing! We didn't do anything."

"Mom, we can talk about this later, we can't wait." George wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and opened the lid on the tray.

A burst of white steam erupted instantly, and a rich aroma filled the kitchen, causing everyone to involuntarily swallow.

What came into view was a bright red roast suckling pig, but it was quite different from what they had seen on the menus of some restaurants. The faint smoky aroma easily whetted everyone's appetite.

"It smells so good, and it's such a luxury." Arthur barely managed to suppress his excitement. Because of their poverty, his family had never eaten this before, and he never expected to be able to enjoy such a feast today.

“Bill and Charlie will probably regret this for a long time,” Ron said gloatingly.

“Aaron, this really isn’t appropriate,” Molly said, somewhat embarrassed. “After all, this wasn’t prepared for us.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron took out his wand and gently swung it, splitting a suckling pig in two.

"Half of it would be enough for Abe to eat."

To be honest, it lost weight for two months, but it still gained a quarter of a pound compared to before the holiday.

Abe turned its face away haughtily, but the next moment it jumped onto the dining table and pounced on the half pig's head.

However, it lost control and floated in mid-air halfway through its run. Even so, it flapped its limbs and swam with all its might toward the roast suckling pig.

“Don’t mind it.” Aaron gave Abe a hard tap on the forehead and explained, “It has absolutely no restraint when it comes to eating.”

Percy looked at the two roast suckling pigs on the table and asked Aaron in surprise, "Did you really make these yourself?"

"It's not that I doubt it, but you're only twelve years old, the same age as Ron, and only a year older than Ginny. Isn't this cooking skill a bit too exaggerated?"

“Um… I don’t usually have that ability, but my family enrolled me in a two-month cooking class,” Aaron said with a sigh. “That teacher is definitely a grandmaster in the culinary world.”

"Oh, I see!"

"Ahem!" Arthur coughed. "Let's eat first! Otherwise, the food will get cold."

We cannot refuse Mr. Gaius's kind offer.

"Yeah!"

Ron and the others nodded in agreement; they had been itching to do it for a long time.

Molly immediately pulled up two chairs and sat down with Ginny.

Aaron took the initiative to pick up the knife and fork and divided the half roast suckling pig into nine portions. Harry and Ron also served everyone a bowl of fish soup, which cleaned the pot.

Soon, the sound of chewing food came from the kitchen, and everyone was enjoying the rare delicacy before them.

The meal was a success, with both hosts and guests thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Everyone enjoyed the meal, and Arthur, completely unconcerned about his parental image, slumped in his chair, rubbing his belly.

Aaron's relationship with the Weasley family has also improved considerably, and now he can finally put his mind at ease.

Thanks to my ancestor Salx, as the saying goes, "He who eats another's food is bound to him." Weasley also has his pride. Even if he had the heart to report me after eating my food, he wouldn't have the face to do so.

Chapter 135 A Relatively Comfortable Camping Life

Night falls.

Aaron lay alone in the tent, listlessly looking at the stars through the skylight.

It was his first time running away from home and his first time camping alone in the wild, so he was inevitably a little unaccustomed to it.

The accommodations were naturally incomparable to his usual ones, but the Holy Dragon brand pillow he was holding, the top-quality magic blanket covering him, and the backpack full of money under his head still warmed his rather worldly heart quite a bit.

"go to bed!"

Aaron was about to close his eyes when he involuntarily frowned.

Clang! Clang!

From the very top of the hut came the sound of ghouls banging on pipes.

Although he was quite far from Aaron, his physical abilities were several times stronger than those of an average person, and he could barely hear the not-so-subtle sound.

Honestly, nobody likes noise while they're sleeping, but Aaron couldn't do anything about that ghoul.

After all, the owner of the Burrow never drove him away or eliminated him, and even Ron Weasley, who was closest to the ghoul, didn't voice any objections.

This means that the Weasleys are very familiar with this ghoul, and with this connection, it's difficult for him to make a move.

Aaron sighed softly, raised his palm, and cast a simple soundproofing spell on the tent.

As a layer of white light flashed by, the world became much quieter.

However, just when Aaron thought he could rest, several small shadows appeared on the tent.

A few goblins in the garden couldn't sleep and wanted to find something to do. They wouldn't bother them in the Burrow, but they might not be able to in this tent.

"These days, you can't even sleep peacefully."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, stepped out of the tent, looked at the eight short, fat little guys outside who looked like potatoes that had come to life, and said in a deep voice, "I won't bother you, and you'd better not bother me either."

Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk. "

However, the goblins clearly ignored Aaron's warning and continued to do as they pleased, chattering outside the tent.

"Then don't blame me." Aaron shook his head and put Abe down from his arms. "Go."

Roar!

Abe let out a low growl and pounced on the eight goblins.

With the physical prowess of a dragon, it could easily take on eight of these weak and harmful garden creatures at once.

Just then, the door to the Burrow opened, and Mr. Weasley rushed in, carrying a lamp. "I almost forgot, you need to keep an eye on Aaron the goblin in the garden..."

Before he could finish speaking, Arthur's voice abruptly stopped.

Because in his presence, Abe displayed a fighting prowess completely different from his appearance.

It swatted one goblin away with one paw, then pounced on another that was trying to run into the garden, while the remaining six lay on the ground groaning in pain.

"Mr. Weasley, is there something you need?"

"there is none left.

"Just a heads-up, you'd better keep a close eye on your magical creature from now on." Arthur forced a smile and turned to walk towards the Burrow.