A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Gaius, don’t bring your pets to my class next time, or your cat might accidentally fall into the cauldron and be melted down completely.”

“It won’t. This guy is exceptionally smart,” Aaron replied seriously.

"Ha! The process of making potions is extremely complicated. A small mistake can ruin an entire potion, worth a fortune. If this cat causes such a consequence, then..."

"I'll pay! Double compensation, I absolutely won't let you, Professor, suffer a loss," Aaron said immediately.

"What if there are casualties?"

“The Gaius family bears full responsibility.”

Professor Snape gave a deep look at the white cat at Aaron's feet, his curious gaze tinged with a hint of seriousness, and then decided not to dwell on the matter.

He tightened his robes and turned his gaze back to the students below. "I can teach you how to cast spells on the mind and how to trick the senses."

I will teach you how to accumulate fame, how to create brilliance, and even how to concoct the elixir of immortality.

Just then, Aaron heard a rustling sound behind him—the sound of a pen tip rubbing against paper.

Aaron glanced over instinctively and saw Harry Potter writing something, completely absorbed and not even lifting his head.

He quickly gave Hermione, who was next to Harry, a wink, signaling her to tell the bespectacled student next to her to stop writing; it wasn't any important notes.

Hermione was about to nudge Harry's arm when Snape spoke up, "On another note, perhaps some of you came to Hogwarts with extraordinary abilities and enough confidence to think you could ignore my lectures."

Snape walked up to Harry Potter, looking down at him. "Mr. Potter, one of our most famous figures."

Tell me, what would happen if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood stem sap?

Upon hearing this question, Aaron paused for a moment, turned around to look at Professor Snape's back, and sighed with some regret.

Harry paused for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"Don't know? Then let me ask you something else."

"Mr. Potter, if I want bezoar, do you know where to find it?"

“I don’t know, teacher,” Harry said nervously, his heart sinking. He didn’t understand why Snape was targeting him like this. The answers to these questions might be in the books, but he wasn’t as studious as Hermione, not to mention that his aunt and uncle’s family wouldn’t let him touch anything related to magic before school started.

He's a complete novice in the magical world; it's no wonder he couldn't answer that.

Hermione raised her right hand high after hearing the question, but Snape ignored her.

"What's the difference between Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum ferox?" Snape continued to ask.

Hermione raised her hand even higher, eagerly hoping she would answer the question for Harry.

“I don’t know, sir,” Harry said weakly, a hint of grievance in his voice.

“Unfortunately,” Snape said calmly. “Clearly, fame alone is not enough.”

"Is that right, Mr. Potter?"

Draco smiled knowingly, and just as he was about to turn around and mock Harry Potter, he saw Hermione's raised right hand, and his face immediately darkened.

Clearly, Hermione Granger was particularly clear about this question that he himself didn't know.

“You need to have the right to mock others,” Aaron said in a low voice. “Only when you are good enough can you stand at a high place with a clear conscience.”

“Well said.” Snape turned around quickly. “Mr. Gaius, then please answer my question.”

"Me?" Aaron pointed at himself, somewhat speechless, then at Hermione, who was raising her right hand. "Shouldn't it be Hermione?"

“In my class, it’s not a matter of whoever raises their hand the highest to answer a question,” Snape sneered. “Her approach is just redundant.”

He then glared at Hermione. "Now, sit down."

Hermione immediately lowered her right hand, sat up straight, but her face was full of resentment.

“You can answer my question now, Mr. Gaius.”

Aaron slowly stood up. "Bezoar is a stone taken from the gallbladder of a cow. It has a detoxifying effect. Aconite and Euphorbia fischeriana are collectively called aconite and are the same plant."

As for the first question, what happens when you add daffodil root powder to wormwood stem sap? I... don't know. I'll leave that to Harry Potter to answer you later!

Snape paused slightly, his gaze towards Aaron filled with surprise. "You're really special. Slytherin, one point. Sit down!"

"Thank you, Professor."

"As for Gryffindor, one student has disappointed me somewhat, so I'll deduct one point," Snape said mercilessly.

“That’s not fair!” Harry said. “Aaron didn’t answer all the questions either!”

"Very good, questioning the teacher's decision, deduct another point."

Harry wanted to say something more, but Hermione tugged at his sleeve, so he could only lower his head helplessly.

Potions class continued, and Snape divided the students into pairs, but perhaps because Aaron had brought his pet, he was in a group alone.

However, this suited him perfectly. After all, the potion-making process, which could lead to an explosion or even more serious consequences with the slightest mistake, was better handled alone without a reliable teammate.

In this lesson, Snape personally taught the students a simple potion to cure boils. Apart from Aaron and Draco, most of the students, including the Slytherin students, had been criticized.

Of course, some minor mishaps occurred during the potion-making process. For example, a student failed to add some ingredients in time, causing the potion meant to treat boils to become one that caused boils to form, which greatly angered Snape.

However, after his outburst of anger, he still coldly took the injured student to the infirmary.

After class, all the students rushed to the auditorium to have their lunch.

Harry kept grumbling along the way, "Professor Snape is really not just annoying, he's incredibly irritating."

“Indeed, this is the first time I’ve ever met such an annoying teacher.” Hermione nodded in agreement.

There's nothing strange about it.

Snape, the head of Slytherin, had a habit of targeting Gryffindor students, and George and Fred often lost points to him.

"Didn't you see how much he favors Aaron and Malfoy?" Ron said sarcastically.

"Um... I think I heard my name. What are you guys talking about?" Aaron asked as he walked over, accompanied by his little pet.

“We’re discussing a professor’s alleged favoritism,” Ron said, looking at Aaron with displeasure.

"Oh..." Aaron looked enlightened. "You mean Professor Snape? I think he's a great professor!"

"What's so good about it? It's one thing to be biased, but to be so harsh is another."

Hearing Ron say that, Harry nodded in deep agreement.

“Strictness is necessary. Potions class is a very rigorous process that cannot tolerate the slightest mistake.”

As for your claim of favoritism... perhaps!

However, each college dean will instinctively favor students from their own college; this shouldn't be a major problem.

“But…” Harry wanted to say something more, but Aaron interrupted him.

"I know you might feel a little wronged, but I'll tell you the answer to Professor Snape's first question!"

Adding narcissus root powder to wormwood stem extract can create a potent sleeping pill.

"you know?"

The group looked at Aaron in surprise, wondering why he hadn't answered the question in class.

"Of course I know. I used to pass the time by reading when I was bored."

However, this question was asked to you specifically by Mr. Snape; it's a question with special meaning, and it may take you a long time to answer, Harry.

"You know what it means, right?" Hermione asked. "Can you tell us?"

After a moment's hesitation, Aaron shook his head. "I'm sorry, Hermione, I really can't say."

Harry needs to figure this out for himself, but accepting it won't be so easy.

Chapter 22 The Dragon Cub Who Never Gives You Peace of Mind

During lunchtime, students gathered in the auditorium, sitting together in small groups.

Aaron ate his bread while peeling an orange for Abe.

"You're really exceptionally good to your cat!" Draco laughed.

"Don't underestimate it, this guy's status in our family is at least in the top four."

"And in the pet world, its pedigree is among the best," Aaron said very seriously.

boom!

An explosion suddenly rang out, startling everyone.

But when I looked over out of curiosity, I couldn't help but laugh.

There stood a first-year student, his face completely blackened, holding a magic wand in his right hand, motionless as if frozen in place.

In front of him was a cup that had been overturned on the table and a spellbook; it wasn't hard to guess that something had gone wrong when this guy was testing spells.

Just then, the mail arrived, and hundreds of owls flew into the hall to choose their respective owners and deliver the letters or packages to them.

Draco's package contained candies of various brands, and he opened two and placed them on Abbe's plate.

Abbe sniffed, then narrowed his eyes into crescent shapes and gave Draco a friendly smile.

"Thanks."

“It’s nothing, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen such an adorable cat,” Draco said. “By the way, Aaron, what’s in your package?”

Upon hearing this, Aaron also looked down at his own package.

He was certain that the package was not sent by his parents; the only person who could send him a package was Genes.

Thinking of this, Aaron was filled with gratitude.

What are family? These are family!

However, his face darkened when he opened it. Inside the package were two things: a newspaper and a chicken leg.

It was obvious that the newspaper belonged to him, while the chicken leg was naturally prepared for the growing young dragon.

What's most infuriating is that there was a note under the chicken leg, clearly stating that Abe would be given a healthy and nutritious meal every few days, and that he should be careful not to overfeed him.

Upon seeing this, Draco couldn't help but chuckle. "Now I believe it, this cat really is exceptionally precious."

Aaron: ......

The afternoon session is a flight lesson, which is equivalent to a physical education class in the Muggle world, and it is also the class that almost all students look forward to the most.