A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Tch!" ×3.

That might fool a three-year-old, but these three are not ordinary people; they're not so easily fooled.

“Alright!” Genes shrugged. “Fighting is out of the question. I can manage on my own, but you’re all here. If anything happens to you, I’ll be held responsible to the death.”

So... if we're discovered, I'll buy you time; you guys ride Abe away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abe, who was dozing off on the table, rubbed his longan eyes blankly, then turned over and continued to sleep.

"That's not appropriate!" Aaron said with a forced smile.

"Young Master, I'm not joking. I can't risk your safety in the slightest."

“Alright! I respect your decision.” Aaron shrugged. Abe had already grown to ten meters long, making him a qualified young dragon. Carrying the three of them away would be no problem at all.

If anyone dares to try and stop us, let them sneeze; the Holy Dragon's morning grumpiness is terrifying.

......

The environment inside and outside the tent was completely different. Outside, flames raged and screams filled the air, but inside, it was quiet and peaceful.

Aaron stroked the dragon, Leon read a book, and Adrian sat by the window sipping tea and admiring the full moon outside. Only Genes stood guard vigilantly, afraid of being caught off guard by those dark wizards.

Fortunately, their disguise was very successful. Almost all of the 100,000 wizards in the venue had fled, and the dark wizards did not discover them.

At that moment, an enormous green skull pattern appeared in the night sky, and a python emerged from the skull, letting out a terrifying roar.

“The Dark Lord’s Mark.” Adrian frowned slightly. “He’s been missing for over a decade. It seems the Dark Lord has found a way to regain his power.”

“So those people must be Death Eaters,” Lyon said. “I didn’t expect Voldemort could actually gather so many people to cause trouble at the Quidditch World Cup.”

“That’s normal.” Aaron sighed. “Since he’s decided to come back, he has to be more high-profile.”

“Young Master,” Genes said with a dark face, looking at Aaron with displeasure, “You can’t be so willful anymore. It’s dangerous, really dangerous.”

“Danger?” Aaron sneered dismissively. “Compared to what I went through last year, this is nothing.”

Upon hearing this, Genes' lips twitched slightly. "Even so, we cannot underestimate any crisis."

"I understand, but with this lineup, we should have no problem getting out unscathed."

After all, all four of us...can Apparition, right?

"Harry."

"Harry, where are you?"

Ron and Hermione's voices came from outside, and everyone inside the tent turned their attention to Aaron.

It seems to be your friend; whether or not you want to go out and help is up to you.

Snapped!

Aaron slapped his forehead speechlessly. "He's really unlucky. Out of more than 100,000 wizards, he's the only one who got lost."

"Please help me look for them. Those dark wizards have all left; it's safe to go out now."

None of them raised any objections, and they all walked out of the tent one after another.

Aaron gave Abe a wink, and it immediately understood, sniffing the air.

After following it for a few minutes, they found Harry Potter unconscious in an open area.

"Tsk!" Leon clicked his tongue, looking at a rotten wooden stake and the footprints on Harry's body, and calmly analyzed, "First he tripped, and then... conservatively speaking, he was trampled at least four times by the people who were fleeing in panic."

"Wake him up!" Adrian said impatiently. "What are you standing there for?"

Aaron drew his wand and pointed it at Harry's face. "Clear Spring."

"Cough cough!"

Harry opened his eyes groggily as cold water splashed on his face.

He looked at the few familiar faces in front of him, and after a moment, he stood up.

Before he could speak, Ron and Hermione rushed over. "Harry, we've been looking for you for ages! We thought we'd never find you again!"

“Thank you,” Harry said with relief, then looked at the green skull in the sky that was spitting out a python. “What’s that?”

“The Dark Mark.” Leon looked at Harry Potter with a meaningful look. “Harry Potter, I’m starting to wonder about your fate. It’s going to be very interesting.”

Upon hearing this, Harry involuntarily shuddered, inexplicably feeling a burning pain from the scar on his head.

Chapter 345 The Butler Goes to Police Station, the Mysterious Man Is About to Return

"Collapse!"

More than twenty wizards suddenly descended from the sky, surrounding them and simultaneously casting a sleeping spell without saying a word, a series of bright red lights shooting out from their wands.

Aaron immediately pushed Harry and Hermione to the ground, Leon pinned Ron down, and Adrian stepped on his brother's shoulders, performing a backflip to escape the encirclement. Genes, meanwhile, drew his wand with incredible speed, deflecting the spells aimed at him into the night sky.

Having dodged a wave of sleeping spells, Aaron and Leon immediately drew their wands, ready to counterattack.

Just then, Mr. Weasley's urgent voice suddenly came from afar, "Stop, stop, that's my son."

The wizards were clearly familiar with the voice and tacitly stopped their attack, but remained vigilant.

Arthur ran over quickly, his voice trembling, "Thank you, Merlin. Are you all here? Are you alright?"

"Luckily you arrived in time, otherwise they would have been in trouble." Aaron shrugged, glancing at Adrian subtly as he spoke.

She glared at Aaron resentfully, but still put away her wand and reluctantly walked into the encirclement.

"Get out of the way, Arthur." The lead wizard pointed his wand at the group and asked sternly, "Who placed the mark?"

"Crouch, they didn't..."

"Don't lie, you were caught red-handed at the crime scene."

“Barty, they’re just kids,” Arthur explained anxiously and helplessly. “It can’t be them.”

"Crime?" Harry asked, bewildered. "What crime?"

Aaron pointed to the green skull above his head. "The mark of the mysterious man. The group that appeared tonight is probably Death Eaters."

Barty's wand immediately pointed at Aaron, "You know very well!"

“Uh… I don’t like people pointing wands at me,” Aaron said casually. “But never mind, I understand, Mr. Barty Crouch.”

"Shall we make a move?" Lyon asked, slightly excited. "Not counting Mr. Weasley, there are only twenty-three. Uncle Genes should be able to take on twenty without any problem. The three of us can each take one."

“Uh… Young Master Leon, it would be better if you didn’t have to do it.” Genes chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the wand pointing at him. “The Dark Mark has nothing to do with us, nor do the Death Eaters.”

“Evidence,” said a wizard with a short brown stubble, Amos Diggory, Cedric Diggory’s father.

Genes frowned slightly. "It's a bit unreasonable to ask an innocent person to prove their innocence."

“There is still evidence.” Aaron brushed Harry’s hair aside and pointed to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. “This is the famous savior, Harry Potter.”

Do you really think the mysterious man's mark has anything to do with him? That's a complete joke.

“I know he’s Harry Potter, and you kids probably won’t have any problem with him, but what about him?” Amos pointed his wand at Genes. “This gentleman just single-handedly blocked several spells, and this is a crime scene. Isn’t that suspicious?”

“I advise you to watch your words,” Adrian said coldly. “If Uncle Genes decides to take action, you won’t have the chance to spout nonsense here.”

“It couldn’t be them,” Harry said hastily. “Aaron and the others woke me up; it couldn’t possibly be them.”

“Harry Potter,” Amos said with a hint of helplessness, “is it possible that we arrived in time, and he didn’t have a chance to attack you?”

"Sir, please come with us. If it really has nothing to do with you, we'll release you immediately."

“I’m afraid that won’t work,” Genes said with some difficulty. “I don’t mind going to the Ministry of Magic, but if I leave, the three of them will be left without anyone to protect them.”

"I have no objection." Aaron was extremely excited, as if he could see freedom beckoning to him.

Although it's a bit unfair to do this, if Genes goes into the Ministry of Magic, wouldn't the three of them have maximum freedom before he comes out?

What the hell!

Genes looked at his young master in astonishment; this betrayal was completely unexpected!

Aaron glared back without hesitation; he hadn't forgotten how his holiday schedule had been arranged.

A beating every day, with a different meal every time.

Now that the opportunity for revenge is right in front of him, he has no reason to miss it.

“I have no objection either,” Lyon said somewhat guiltily. “Uncle Genes, please go with peace of mind. We will protect ourselves.”

puff!

Genes felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart, a sharp, cold pain shooting through him.

Adrian was both amused and exasperated, and remained silent.

“Sigh!” Genes sighed. “I can cooperate with you, but I have one small request.”

"I'll bring all three children with me; I'm worried about leaving them here."

Aaron and the other two looked at each other in disbelief, never expecting Genes to do something like this, even taking them with him when he went to jail.

"Hehe!" Leon chuckled awkwardly. "Uncle Genes, I was just joking. Do you believe me?"

“Believe what?” Genes rolled his eyes. “My biggest regret is not telling the Darwin family that you were out there with us, but I will never make such a stupid mistake again.”

Also, young master, I must remind you that your class schedule before you come of age was arranged by me.

You should understand what this means.

Aaron's expression changed slightly, and his heart was filled with a gray gloom.

Damn! This was too hasty; this is setting the stage for future repercussions!

"Hahaha!" Adrian couldn't help but laugh. "Uncle Genes, stop teasing them. It's a very simple matter."

Genes shrugged and turned to Arthur Weasley. "Mr. Weasley, I'll leave these few to you. I'll be right back."

“Okay, no problem.” Arthur nodded blankly.

"Thank you."

Genes readily handed over his wand and, along with Amos and three Ministry of Magic officials, Apparated away, while Barty Crouch led the others to search in other directions.

After watching them leave, Aaron's lips curled into a bitter smile. "I miscalculated. I feel like I'm seeing another miserable holiday ahead."

“Same here.” Leon patted him on the shoulder. “But I’m much better off than you; at least he can’t control me.”