A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“There’s no need for that,” Aaron said hastily. “I’ll take care of it myself.”

"Is the young master sure?"

"Of course, but there's no need to trouble the ancestors."

I will go to Diat's library by myself, and I will also refresh my magic circle proficiency level myself.

As for swordsmanship, I probably don't need to train anymore, but I'm still somewhat interested in firearms.

Besides these, I also explore the other secret rooms in the family compound—for fishing, painting, skiing, music, flower arranging, and so on—just for leisure and entertainment.

"Ah... well, it's not that it's impossible," Genes stammered, "it just doesn't feel quite right."

"What's wrong with it?" Aaron said seriously. "My parents said that I can do whatever I want during the holidays before school starts. You can't stop me even if I lie in bed all day."

"Alright! I'll do as you say, young master."

“You should have listened to me anyway.” Aaron pursed his lips, turned a page of the newspaper, and a photograph came into view.

Seeing the haggard, dirty, and disheveled man inside with a ferocious expression, Aaron couldn't help but gasp.

"Holy crap! Hasn't this guy been taken back to Azkaban yet?"

"Although Sirius Black was imprisoned for twelve years, his fundamental qualities are still there."

A wizard was determined to evade the Ministry of Magic's pursuit, and it wouldn't be easy to catch him anytime soon.

"What a talent!" Aaron said with a faint smile. "How did he come up with the idea of ​​a sudden prison break?"

"Is the young master interested?"

“This is a current political hot topic, and everyone is interested.” Aaron looked at the photo in the newspaper, focusing on Sirius Black’s melancholy eyes. “His mental state is unstable, but his goals are very clear.”

Logically, if he were imprisoned in Azkaban, he would have escaped long ago; there's no reason why it's been twelve years.

And how did he escape? Was there anyone to help him? These questions remain unanswered.

“Perhaps it has something to do with Voldemort,” Genes guessed. “There are rumors that Sirius Black was Voldemort’s most loyal servant, and that he was released from prison specifically to seek revenge on Harry Potter.”

“I don’t think so.” Aaron picked up Abbe, slammed the shop door shut with one hand, and said as he walked away, “If he wanted to take revenge on Harry, he could have done it before Harry even came into contact with magic. There was no need for him to suffer for those twelve years, not to mention that he didn’t put up any resistance when he was captured.”

"Young Master is truly quick-witted; I hadn't even thought of that."

Aaron stopped and rolled his eyes at Genes.

He knew his all-powerful butler all too well; there was nothing he could not have missed, and he could even have thought of a few more things. It was just that he was not very willing to think about such trivial matters.

Instead of going home via Floo Powder, the two planned to enter Crossroads through the Leaky Cauldron, where there was a car that Aaron had decided to use to practice his driving skills.

However, as soon as I entered the Leaky Cauldron bar, a short, chubby man came over with a warm smile on his face.

“Mr. Genes, what a coincidence to see you here,” said Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, somewhat excitedly. “And of course, Aaron Gaius. Dumbledore has told me more than once that there is a very outstanding student at Hogwarts.”

"I think that's obvious. The heirs of the Gaius family have always been synonymous with excellence."

Aaron and Genes exchanged glances. They didn't like the Minister of Magic, but they couldn't bring themselves to say anything to kick him out.

“Minister, what brings you here?” Genes asked politely.

“Find someone,” Fudge said in a low voice, “Harry Potter.”

"What do you want with him?" Aaron frowned slightly. "Besides, if you were looking for him, you should be on Privet Road."

“Uh… Mr. Gaius, your classmate has done a little bit of a disservice,” Fudge said somewhat embarrassedly. “He blew up his uncle’s sister into a balloon, and a lot of people saw it.”

"This matter isn't a huge deal, but it's not insignificant either. But it doesn't seem like it requires you, the Minister of Magic, to personally intervene, does it?" Aaron said meaningfully. "There aren't many people related to Harry Potter who would warrant the Minister of Magic's involvement. Dumbledore or Voldemort?"

Upon hearing the name Voldemort, Fudge couldn't help but shudder. He forced a smile and said, "It's not directly related to that person, but a murderer has escaped from prison."

Aaron: ......

Chapter 292 A Special Gift, Arranging for Harry Potter

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Suddenly, a car horn sounded outside the door, and Fudge immediately stood up.

"I'll excuse you for a moment."

Fudge gave the two of them a smile, quickly straightened his clothes, and headed out the door.

"What's outside?" Aaron asked curiously. "A wizard's mode of transportation?"

“That’s the Knight Bus, an emergency transport for wizards in distress,” Genes explained. “It’s normal that you don’t know, young master, because you’ve never been in distress.”

The predicament mentioned here is mainly...poverty.

Aaron's eye twitched, inexplicably relieved that he still had some assets.

A moment later, Fudge pushed someone in—none other than the famous Harry Potter.

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

“Aaron.” Harry was somewhat surprised, but the surprise turned into frustration the next second. “I ran away from home and turned my aunt into a balloon.”

"She bullied you first, didn't she?"

Harry nodded. "I tolerated whatever they said about me, but when she insulted my mother, I... I lost control."

"Ha! Who are you all?" Aaron said speechlessly, then looked at Fudge, "Minister, although Harry has caused the Ministry of Magic a little trouble, please give me some face."

“Of course, of course.” Fudge smiled, slightly excited. “The department has already dispatched the Accidental Event Reversal Division to handle it. Her aunt has been restored to her original state and her memory has been erased.”

She wouldn't remember a single thing about that incident, so it was resolved perfectly without any harm done.

After saying that, Fudge turned to Harry and introduced himself, "Nice to meet you, I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic."

“Hello, hello,” Harry said nervously. He had met Fudge once last year, but they had watched helplessly as Hagrid was taken away by them, all under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak.

"That's how it is; nothing serious happened."

"So...I won't be imprisoned in Azkaban?"

"This was just an accident; the Ministry of Magic deals with many such accidents every day."

If everyone were locked up in Azkaban, that prison would be overflowing.

Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Will I be punished? Like being expelled from Hogwarts?"

“No.” Fudge shook his head, then, remembering the purpose of his visit, added seriously, “However, I hope you don’t leave Diagon Alley before school starts.”

"Your accommodations have been arranged; it's in room eleven, and you must be back here before dark every day. Boss Tom will keep an eye on you."

“Okay, no problem,” Harry said.

This is not a bad thing for him; on the contrary, it is a great thing.

This means that he won't have to live with his uncle before school starts, and he can study magic without any interference.

"Alright, that's it. I have to go. I still have a ton of things to do."

Fudge said goodbye to Aaron and Genes, then hurriedly left the Leaky Cauldron!

“That’s really strange,” Harry said, puzzled, but then he realized something. “I should have stopped him.”

If the Minister for Magic can sign my permission form, then I can go to Hogsmeade Village.

“He won’t,” Aaron shook his head. “And even if he did sign, Dumbledore might not allow you to go.”

“Young Master is right. Fudge is, after all, the Minister of Magic, and he always behaves very well in public,” Genes said. “Fudge is not your parent or guardian.”

A hint of regret flashed across Harry's face, then he looked at the two of them with some excitement, "I really didn't expect to see you here."

"It's normal to see us here. Didn't I tell you I run a beverage shop in Diagon Alley?"

"I'll be at my little shop these days. Come find me anytime if you need anything," Aaron said. "By the way, did you receive your birthday present?"

“This…” Harry hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head in shame. “You shouldn’t have sent it directly to the Dursleys. Dudley just took the gift box for himself.”

The Dursleys wouldn't let me see it at all, and they've been keeping the gift a closely guarded secret. I still don't know what you gave me.

"That's not important." Aaron waved his hand casually. "Didn't your cousin look a little grumpy for the next few days? Did your aunt and uncle keep putting on a smiling face to coax him?"

Harry nodded subconsciously. "How did you know?"

"The gift I'm giving you is a set of exam papers, each corresponding to one of Dali's current subjects, and it even has the personal signature of the person who set the exam questions."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this represents the teacher's deep care for any student. The Dursleys would never give you this exam paper."

Upon hearing this, Harry opened his mouth in a daze, "You're really something, but that's a bit too mean."

"Ok?"

“Uh… that’s how you should treat Dudley.” Harry laughed, slightly agitated. “He just needs to be taught a lesson. He had a long face for four whole days. I’ve never seen him so aggrieved.”

"Young Master originally wanted to give you a set of maintenance tools for flying brooms, but he was worried that you wouldn't be able to access your own broom, so he changed his approach. He hopes this will make things easier for you for a few days."

Harry was somewhat flattered. Ron and Hermione had secretly delivered his gifts via owl, but Aaron had openly placed the gifts at his doorstep, and the effect was exceptionally good.

“Please come with me, Mr. Potter,” Tom said with a smile as he stepped forward. “Room eleven is ready. I’ve already moved your things up, and your owl is there too; it flew over five minutes ago.”

"Many thanks."

"See you tomorrow, Harry, we have to go home." Aaron waved and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron with Genes.

"See you tomorrow."

Once in the car, Aaron gripped the steering wheel and asked meaningfully, "Uncle Genes, the reason Fudge personally arranged Harry Potter's involvement is because Sirius Black escaped from prison, right?"

Could my judgment be wrong? Was Sirius Black's prison break really motivated by revenge against Harry Potter?

“I don’t know. I also suggest that you don’t think about these unimportant things, young master,” Genes said indifferently. “Sirius was imprisoned for twelve years. He is dangerous, but he only targeted Harry Potter. He is no threat to you, young master.”

Aaron nodded, not taking it to heart.

With his current strength, he wouldn't be afraid even if he faced Sirius head-on, but it's better to avoid trouble.

.......

The next day, Aaron arrived at Diagon Alley early.

As soon as he opened the shop door, Harry Potter appeared before him.

"This is your shop?" Harry looked around the furnishings with curiosity. "Don't you employ anyone?"

"I had hired them, but I had to go on a trip recently, so I sent them away."