A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“You guys come with me first!” Mr. Weasley said in a low voice.

“I’m not going,” Adrian said. “I was planning to leave after watching this Quidditch World Cup anyway.”

Aaron, please say goodbye to Uncle Genes for me. Goodbye.

“Wait a minute,” Ron hurriedly interjected, “It’s still very dangerous. We’re not sure if Death Eaters will launch a surprise attack.”

Adrian didn't pay any attention and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

"I have to go home too."

"Didn't you say you were going to stay at my house for two months?"

“Once Uncle Genes gets back, my family will probably call me back. It’ll be more dignified for me to go back voluntarily,” Leon said, waving his hand before Apparating away.

Upon seeing this, Harry, his two friends, and Mr. Weasley were all completely dumbfounded.

“Apparition.” Ron swallowed hard. “They’re about our age, aren’t they?”

"Do they have certificates?" Weasley asked with some concern. "Certificates from the Ministry of Magic that allow Apparition."

"A certificate?" Aaron clicked his tongue. "Most people need certificates, but they... they really don't."

"This is too dangerous, especially for minors."

"Their talent is no less than mine, and they can master many advanced spells in a short period of time."

"Can you Apparate?" Hermione asked, looking at Aaron.

"you guess?"

Hermione's lips twitched. Judging from his attitude, he probably knew this magic.

Mr. Weasley led them to the edge of the woods, where their tent, being closer to the meeting place, was undamaged.

Upon seeing Arthur Weasley appear, a group of terrified wizards surrounded him.

"What's going on over there?"

"Who conjured the mark?"

"Could it really be a Death Eater?"

......

The various questions made Mr. Weasley particularly impatient, so he could only tell them that the attackers had escaped using Apparition before squeezing through the crowd and into the tent.

"It seems you all must have fought with those dark wizards." Aaron sighed as he looked at the three wounded. Charlie, Bill, and Percy, who had all graduated from the Weasley family, were all injured, but the injuries weren't too serious.

George, Fred, and Ginny were unharmed, though they looked a little pale.

“It’s the Ministry of Magic, after all. I was prepared for this kind of thing,” Percy said righteously, though his bleeding nose made him look a little comical.

"That's really impressive." Aaron gave him a thumbs up without hesitation. In his opinion, Percy was a bit narcissistic and a workaholic who especially liked to show off, but his attitude towards work was truly impeccable.

"Dad, have you caught those people yet?" Bill asked.

"No, wizards who can apparite are not so easy to catch."

"What is that skull?" Ron asked, puzzled. "It seems to be just a symbol. Even if it's related to the mysterious person, there's no need for everyone to panic like this!"

“That’s a symbol of death.” Aaron sat down with Abe in his arms. “That mark hasn’t appeared for thirteen years. Before that, every time it appeared, it meant someone had died.”

“And what are Death Eaters?” Harry asked.

“Voldemort’s lackey,” Aaron said casually, but everyone in the tent except Harry shuddered involuntarily at the mention of Voldemort’s name.

“Uh…sorry,” Aaron continued, “but after thirteen years, I believe most Death Eaters wouldn’t be so loyal anymore, and these dark wizards tonight might just be there to make up the numbers.”

"Just there to make up the numbers?" Harry said angrily. "Are the murderers and arsonists just there to make up the numbers?"

"Calm down, Harry. They only set fires, they didn't kill anyone."

"In Muggle terms, it's a demonstration," Aaron explained dismissively, then added, "but it's an omen, an omen of the mysterious man's imminent return."

Everyone:......

Chapter 346 Arrested and Released Immediately, Flintlock Pistol

Fudge received the news shortly after Genes was taken away.

The Minister of Magic was startled and immediately led his men back to the Ministry of Magic.

He glanced at Genes, who was sitting in a chair awaiting interrogation, and while embarrassed, he didn't forget to glare fiercely at Amos Diggory.

Can't you be a little more discerning? Of all people to arrest, why arrest him?

Amos felt guilty under his superior's gaze, but still mustered his courage and said, "Minister, he was found at the crime scene, and he is highly suspicious."

“Shut up, Amos,” Fudge said coldly. “Mr. Genes could never have done such a thing. He’s completely innocent, understand?”

“Minister Connelly, since this is a misunderstanding, may I leave now?” Genes asked unhurriedly. “My young master is still waiting for me there!”

"Of course, of course."

Amos was still somewhat unwilling, but as the higher-ranking official had the final say, he could only watch helplessly as the suspect vanished.

"Phew!" Fudge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a sigh of relief. "They're finally gone."

"Sit down, Amos. I know you have a lot of questions, and I need to calm down too."

"Fudge, who is he? Is he someone you should take this so seriously?"

“He doesn’t have any special status, but you should be glad he didn’t hold you accountable, otherwise no one could have protected you,” Fudge said meaningfully. “When I was still a Ministry of Magic employee, he was already chatting and laughing with the previous Minister.”

"You mean Minister Millison Barnold?" Amos's face showed a look of shock. This minister served for ten years and had a considerable reputation in the wizarding world until her retirement.

"Yes! Who else could it be but her?"

But it wasn't just her; the leader of the Merlin Order, the president of the Magic Council, the renowned alchemist Nicolas Flamel, and so on—it's fair to say that the elders of the magical world would all give Mr. Genes some face.

'They don't interfere in any disputes in the magical world, but their contributions are unparalleled, and these contributions began thousands of years ago,' these are the words of former Minister Barnold.

But what impressed me most was the reverent tone in her voice when she said this. Before I took office, she specifically warned me to show utmost respect to those families.

Upon hearing this, Amos Diggory's back was soaked with cold sweat. "Minister, do you think I should go and apologize to him?"

“There’s no need for that,” Fudge waved his hand. “His willingness to cooperate with you shows that he doesn’t take this to heart. Just be more careful in the future.”

......

On the other side, Weasley's tent.

Arthur had his sons make room for Aaron so he could rest properly.

But just as they began to make their beds, a figure suddenly appeared inside the tent.

“Mr. Genes, you’re back so quickly?” Arthur asked incredulously. “It’s only been less than half an hour.”

"It's just a simple investigation, it won't take much time anyway," Genes explained casually, then looked at Aaron, "Am I disappointing you, young master?"

“From the moment you cooperated, I knew you would be back soon.” Aaron shook his head with a sigh, “But the speed is even more outrageous than I expected.”

"Where are Master Lyon and Miss Adrian?"

“Of course, we used Phantom Teleportation to go back,” Aaron said.

Genes had no doubts, simply thanked Arthur Weasley, and led Aaron back to their own tent.

The next day, Aaron was awakened by his biological clock.

After breakfast, Genes packed up the tent.

"Young Master, I suggest we use Phantom Teleportation to go back."

"No need for a door key anymore?" Aaron raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"The situation has changed. The wizards in the venue have surrounded the door key administrator, and everyone is eager to leave."

If we queue, we'll probably have to wait until sunset.

"Understood," Aaron said nonchalantly, then picked up Abe and teleported away.

Upon returning to the castle, the house-elves delivered two copies of today's Daily Prophet to Aaron and Genes.

"The terrifying scenes from the Quidditch World Cup." Aaron couldn't help but curl his lip as he looked at the black and white illustration of the Dark Wizard's mark in the newspaper. "The wizard reporters are really professional. Did they do the interviews overnight?"

The newspapers are reporting on the Ministry of Magic's negligence, the dark wizards going unpunished, and the disgrace to the nation. Fudge would probably be furious if he saw this!

“It was Rita Kist who wrote the article,” Genes said with disdain. “Of all the journalists, she’s the least professional.”

“But what she writes is the most eye-catching,” Aaron said with a smile, putting down the newspaper. “Unless there’s bigger news, the Ministry of Magic is probably going to be very busy!”

“There will be even bigger news,” Genes said with a confident smile. “It just takes some time.”

"Have you received any messages?"

"More or less! Miss Adrian mentioned it, but she wouldn't let me tell you."

“Genes.” Aaron looked at him with displeasure. “Please get this straight. Adrian is at most a distinguished guest, while I am your young master.”

"This is also the wish of the head of the family and his wife," Genes added casually.

Aaron paused for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "It seems I'm at the very bottom of the food chain, but don't try to use them to put me down."

"All I can tell you is that this is another grand event, and it's related to Hogwarts."

Also, here's a little hint for you, young master: there's a formal robe on the Hogwarts inventory list.

Upon hearing this, Aaron frowned slightly; it sounded like it was related to some kind of formal gathering.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it; Genes could easily handle these minor matters.

......

Aaron began his leisurely holiday before the start of the new semester. He stopped attending tutoring classes and spent his time, apart from checking in daily, studying the defensive magic that Vicht had taught him.

Arg's forging room was a place he visited every day, because each time he could see the progress bar of the divine weapon forging move forward a little. It wasn't until close to the start of the school year that Aaron had the opportunity to witness the birth of his first divine weapon.

Inside the forging room, countless precision parts floated in mid-air, each radiating dazzling brilliance.

"How is it?" Arger asked proudly. "I spent more than two months crafting this batch of parts, and then asked Vihert to enchant them. Every part is engraved with enchantment arrays, and each array complements the others to maximize their power."

"This is truly eye-opening!" Aaron exclaimed. "But for now, they're just parts."

"We can assemble it now, but I think we should add one last material."