A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

And with more and more people coming, the amount of stuff they're stuffing in is also increasing.

Aaron and Si Nian looked at each other, their cheeks twitching incessantly.

I underestimated this guy's charm. Being cute comes with its own set of privileges!

There are over a hundred people in Slytherin House, so even if only a portion of them feed it, it doesn't seem too difficult to accumulate this much food.

If you run out of funds to run away in the future, just release it. When you come back, you'll definitely have a lot of money to show for it.

The idea was very feasible, but it was extinguished the moment it appeared in Aaron's mind.

It's okay to do poorly, but there's a limit to how bad you can be.

He was still confident in himself and believed he wouldn't end up having to rely on pets for a living.

Just as Aaron was silently setting a goal for himself, the thought entity suddenly realized something, "You should be with your original self every day, where do you find the time to wander around outside?"

Abe snorted and crossed his arms, saying, "Master always writes and draws for a long time without stopping, so I went out for a walk because I was bored."

Upon hearing this, Aaron and the thought entity smiled awkwardly but politely.

I was so engrossed in my studies that I neglected Abe, and I didn't even notice it had left the dormitory.

"Okay, we apologize to you."

"I won't pursue this matter any further, let's leave it at that!" Aaron shrugged, picked up Abe, and dressed it in its new clothes. "But this is a one-time exception. Even if you can make a living with your looks, free meals aren't unlimited."

Abe nodded as if he understood, then stared thoughtfully at the piece of clothing that had been pulled off his clothes.

“I can’t return this to you for now. We’ll live on this during the summer vacation,” Si Nian Ti comforted her. “But don’t worry, you’ll still see this mountain of food when you go back to school, it might just have sunk a meter or two.”

Abe scratched his head and yanked his old clothes over with one paw.

It stretched out its two paws and rummaged around in the pocket, but after a while it seemed to have caught nothing.

Abe got a little anxious and buried his head in the hole a few seconds later.

A moment later, it took a silver pot out of its pocket and excitedly placed it on the floor.

"This...isn't appropriate!"

Aaron was both amused and exasperated, thinking that Abe wanted him to cook a meal before he would forgive him.

Although he had received direct instruction from Salx Gaius and was proficient in magical cooking, this was, after all, a dormitory, not a kitchen.

Moreover, there were at least twenty Slytherins in the common room, and his heart wasn't big enough to cook in that environment.

“How about this!” the thought suggested. “You can stay at Hogwarts with me. During holidays, you can set up this pot in the common room, and I promise to fatten you up.”

"Don't even think about it." Aaron decisively pulled Abe into his arms and said irritably, "It's already fat enough. Although you can't tell from its appearance, don't tell me you can't feel its heavy weight."

Moreover, Vico and the others wouldn't be at ease if they didn't see the dragon cub when they returned.

“That seems true!” The thought gave Abe a helpless look. “It looks like it’s not very realistic to expect you to stay at Hogwarts with me.”

Abe shook his head blankly, slowly opened the pot lid, and envelopes of various colors burst out, creating a colorful rain shower in the room.

Upon seeing this, Aaron suddenly had a bad feeling.

He nervously picked up one of the letters, opened it with bated breath, and saw a heart-shaped pattern.

Water law...

Aaron was struck dumb. Without even glancing at the rest, he threw the love letter away as if his hand were on fire.

The girl picked up one of the letters, and after reading it, her face turned red and then white, and it took her a while to come back to her senses.

"How could this happen?" Aaron exclaimed, feeling as if his life was full of shocks.

In my thirteen years of life, I've never experienced anything this exciting. Voldemort is much cuter than these envelopes scattered all over the ground.

"Explain yourself." The thought entity looked at Abe, its face solemn. "You must explain this clearly. This is very serious, ten thousand times more terrifying than Voldemort's resurrection."

Abe once again performed the act of poking each other with his index fingers, stammering as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"If you don't make it clear, your pockets will be emptied every month, no, every week," Aaron said with a stern face.

Sensing unprecedented anger from his master, Abe shuddered in terror. "It's his female classmates, from every age group."

For every letter I received on behalf of my master, they would prepare three times the amount of snacks for me. At first, I was quite resistant, but...

*Snap!* ×2.

Aaron and the thought entity slapped their foreheads in unison, both feeling angry at Abe for his lack of ambition.

We miscalculated. We guarded day and night, but it's impossible to guard against a dragon in one's own home!

It's obvious that this guy couldn't resist the temptation, otherwise that mountain of snacks wouldn't have been so high.

"I was wondering why things had been so much calmer than last semester. I thought the locked room incident had caused everyone to panic!" Aaron murmured bitterly. "I was overthinking it. How did I end up raising such a troublesome little dragon cub like you?"

Can you just accept a girl's love letter like that? Looking back, I realize that the way those girls looked at me seemed different than before.

"We received so much!" The longing body was on the verge of tears. "What's worse, we didn't even know. There's nothing more unlucky than this."

"Maybe you should just take me back! It's quite an accomplishment to have so many girls confess their feelings to me, but it's not something a thirteen-year-old like me can handle."

Aaron rolled his eyes at him, then sighed, "Calm down, if all else fails, just pretend you don't know anything!"

"They collected those envelopes; what business is it of ours?"

"Self-deception." The Missing Body curled its lip.

"Do you have a better idea?" Aaron countered. "The holidays are coming up soon. Once we get through this period, everything will be alright."

"That's all."

Aaron suddenly remembered something, patted the thought body's shoulder solemnly, and said earnestly, "I'm leaving the rest to you. I'll stay in the dorm, so... you'll have to make do for now!"

“I refuse,” the thought entity said without hesitation.

"This is an order; you have no right to refuse."

“I knew it,” the thought entity said through gritted teeth, then changed the subject, “but do you think this clone of mine can hide from Dumbledore’s eyes?”

"Ah this..."

The thought-provoking entity coldly slapped Aaron's right hand away, "I really want to help you, but some things are not something I can help with just because I want to."

So for the next few days, you'll be the one to bear the gazes of those girls!

Aaron: ......

The physical body suffers even more than the physical body; I'm probably unique in the magical world.

Chapter 203 I have never seen such a shameless person

Rows of candles were lit above the auditorium, illuminating the entire space.

All five petrified victims were restored by Mandela's herbal potion. Lady Lorris lay lazily in Filch's arms, while Penelope, Justin, and Colin sat at their respective college tables, chatting and laughing with other students. Sir Nicholas floated back and forth in the air, occasionally greeting people and loudly announcing his return.

Hagrid was also released from Azkaban. He sat in his seat with a smile, his eyes full of satisfaction as he looked at Harry and the others.

The truth behind the locked room mystery has been uncovered, the murderer has been brought to justice, and the wrongful conviction that has weighed on him for fifty years is now finally over.

Of course, all of this was inseparable from Aaron's help. As Dumbledore's most trusted person, he knew the truth in much more detail than others.

Although he wanted to thank Aaron in person, Hagrid glanced at the Slytherin table and, seeing his absent-mindedness, wisely refrained from disturbing him.

Aaron was indeed in a bad mood because there were too many girls in Lytrin.

The thought of those love letters made him feel heartbroken, but to pretend he didn't know, he responded to everyone with a kind, fake smile.

After more than an hour, my face was twitching and it was quite uncomfortable.

At this moment, he suddenly admired Lockhart. Although Lockhart didn't have much talent, his control over his expressions was absolutely insane. Being able to put on a bright smile and sign autographs for fans for hours on end was a talent in itself.

Ding ding ding ding...

Professor McGonagall tapped her glass a few times, and the auditorium suddenly fell silent.

"Please pay attention, everyone."

Dumbledore slowly rose from his seat. "Before the dinner begins, please give a round of applause to Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey. It is thanks to their Mandela herbal juice that the petrified people were saved."

Thunderous applause erupted in the room, while Professor Sprout and Mrs. Pomfrey sat in the faculty section with broad smiles on their faces.

"In addition, in light of recent events at the school, the school has decided to cancel all exams."

Upon hearing this, almost all the students, except for Hermione Granger, who had a particular fondness for exams and wore a bitter expression, were so excited that they burst into even louder applause than before, which lasted for a long time.

"Pity."

Aaron shook his head, feeling both happy and regretful.

In order to avoid Defense Against the Dark Arts but still get a good grade for free, he deliberately had a friendly conversation with Lockhart, and only after some coercion and enticement did he convince him.

However, Lockhart has already entered Azkaban, so it seems there's no need for him to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts course this semester.

“There’s another piece of bad news,” Dumbledore said with a sigh. “Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, has run into some trouble and, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he won’t be returning.”

Upon hearing this, everyone present cheered, including the usually stern Professor Snape and Vice Principal McGonagall.

Everyone was in a good mood, finally free from that idiot teacher who could do nothing but make people laugh.

The dinner lasted a long time, until three or four in the morning, when the students finally released the pressure they had accumulated and gradually returned to their dormitories to rest.

Aaron finally felt a sense of relief, but just as he was walking out, Dumbledore stood in front of him.

"Do you have a moment, Mr. Gaius?" Dumbledore asked with a friendly smile. "I'd like to speak with you."

Aaron's first reaction was to refuse, after all, his biggest impression of Dumbledore was that he was cunning and treacherous, and that going to him would definitely not be good.

But can you dodge the first day of the month and then the fifteenth? Unless he stops attending Hogwarts, Dumbledore, as the headmaster, can come looking for him at any time.

Thinking of this, Aaron immediately put on a smiling face, "Principal, is there something you need from me?"

Dumbledore looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Your strength fluctuates, which is almost impossible for other wizards."

Mr. Gaius, your condition is very worrying me!

Upon hearing this, Aaron felt as if a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

That old bastard could indeed see through his strength. Luckily, he didn't send his clone over, or he would have been in big trouble if the old bastard had seen through him.

"Thank you for your concern, Principal."