A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Telling them directly was definitely not an option; he didn't want Harry and the others to get involved any further, so he wanted to delay as long as possible.

But he was reluctant to give up studying the new species. His intuition told him that Aaron's pet was definitely not simple, and might even be comparable to some magical creatures.

"That's settled then," Harry said helplessly.

"But why are you looking for me? I can't help you with anything!"

"No, Hagrid, you're the only one in all of Hogwarts who can help."

No one knows animals better than you; you must have something that can put Abe to sleep.

"Shh!" Hagrid glanced around nervously. "Who told you?"

Harry and Ron exchanged a smile. "Looks like you really do."

Hagrid rolled his eyes at the two of them, then started rummaging through a box in the corner. About half a minute later, he took out a small purple bottle.

"A special sleeping pill. This stuff only works on pets, not on humans."

However, if it's a magical creature, the effect might not be as great; the more powerful the magical creature, the lower its potency.

For example, for mythical creatures like dragons and phoenixes, as long as they're not cubs, this sleeping pill is as effective as plain water.

“That’s enough. We’re only taking down a cat, not a dragon,” Ron said with a grin, little did he know that they were actually trying to take down a dragon.

“Alright! I can give you the stuff, but be careful with the dosage,” Hagrid cautioned. “With Abe’s size, just one drop will be enough for him to sleep for two hours.”

Furthermore, you must return this bottle of medicine to me after you have finished using it.

"Got it!" Harry took the medicine bottle and pulled Ron away from Hagrid's hut.

The two returned to the common lounge without stopping and began discussing their battle plan. Looking at the small purple bottle on the table, they became more and more excited as they talked.

Although I know it's a bit unfair to do this, they are, after all, eleven-year-old children, and this kind of fun and exciting thing has a strange attraction for them.

"What are you two doing? Why are you so happy?" Hermione walked over carrying a stack of review materials.

Ron quickly picked up the sleeping pills from the table. "It's nothing, we were just discussing Quidditch."

"Really?" Hermione asked, somewhat skeptical.

“Of course it’s true, otherwise what do you think could make us happy?” Harry said. “Unless Malfoy falls into the toilet, or Snape gets fired.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I won't even mention Snape, but Draco hasn't offended you guys lately, has he?"

"But did he offend us when school started?" Ron said unhappily. "His bossy attitude was exactly like his father, Lucius Malfoy."

Harry nodded in deep agreement, disliking Malfoy's self-important attitude.

"Whatever you want!" Hermione slammed the materials in her hand onto the table. "These are for you. As long as you memorize these, you'll be fine for the final exam."

"Hermione!" Ron's eye twitched. "Are you sure this is for the final exams?"

"Our textbooks stacked together probably wouldn't even be this tall!"

"What kind of attitude is this? These are my study notes! Many people have asked me for them but I haven't given them to them!"

"No! But this is too much!" Harry said with a wry smile. Neither of them had any academic talent, and they would be satisfied as long as they could pass. But Hermione had arranged a hellish difficulty level for them. Was she aiming for perfect scores in all subjects?

Hermione knew it was unrealistic to expect them to read everything, "They don't need to memorize it all, but they should at least read it a few times so they don't not know what to write during the exam."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, speechless. No matter how unhappy the underachiever was, he still had to bow his head in front of the top student.

"By the way, has Hagrid given his consent yet?"

“No!” Harry shook his head. “His terms are still the same.”

"What about Abe?"

At this moment, the two underachievers seemed to understand each other perfectly, shaking their heads at the same time, their faces showing a hint of bitterness.

Although the acting wasn't quite up to par, it was incredibly deceptive.

"Sigh!" Harry sighed dejectedly.

Ron chimed in, "That cat didn't give us a single chance."

Chapter 48 This dragon also has manners.

Hermione frowned. She had a feeling that the two people in front of her were trying to fool her, but she had no proof.

"I have a little advice for you: don't have any inappropriate thoughts."

If there's really no other way, perhaps we could have an open and honest talk with Aaron.

“Then we might as well just give up!” Harry shook his head. “You know, the probability of Aaron agreeing is no more than one in ten thousand.”

“And it will definitely alert them, making it even harder for us to steal, cough cough, borrow again,” Ron said. “Anyway, don’t worry about this. Harry and I will figure something out.”

“Okay!” Hermione patted her study materials. “But be careful not to forget the important things.”

Harry and Ron glanced at the stack of review materials, nodded resignedly, and watched Hermione leave.

After she left, Ron took out the small purple bottle. "Prepare the tools, rest for a day, and find the right opportunity to act tomorrow."

......

After class the next day, the two followed Aaron from a distance, looking at the neatly dressed, lively white cat beside him, a hint of helplessness flashing in their eyes.

They followed them from the classroom to the playground, to the auditorium, and then to the library.

However, once inside the library, the two were at a loss, because Aaron produced a permit and, with Mrs. Pince's permission, they were able to openly enter the restricted book section.

"Oh dear! This is troublesome," Ron said regretfully. "He probably won't be out for several hours."

Stop sighing and complaining; opportunity favors the prepared mind.

"We've already followed you this far, a few more hours won't make a difference."

"That's all."

The two exchanged a glance, then sat down at an empty table, took out Hermione's notes, and began their grueling review.

They thought they could at least see something, but after flipping through the pages for more than ten minutes, the two of them started yawning.

“I really suspect Hermione put a sleeping spell on this,” Ron said with a wry smile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to try, but there were just too many words on these notes, making him want to fall asleep just looking at them.

"Hang in there," Harry mumbled sleepily. "We can't afford to lose to Malfoy no matter what."

Ron: ......

Are you serious about telling the truth with your eyes closed?

About two hours later, Aaron came out of the restricted book section carrying a book.

"Ron! Ron!" Harry quickly patted Ron's head to wake him up.

"What's wrong?" Ron opened his eyes groggily.

"He's out."

"What?" Ron immediately perked up, and he and Harry quickly gathered up the documents on the table and tiptoed after Aaron.

But as soon as they stepped out of the library, they felt a little awkward, because Aaron was standing at the door, smiling at them. "I wonder if you two could tell me why you've been with me all day?"

“Uh…” Ron paused slightly, “Who’s following you? Do you have any proof?”

"That's true, but I don't believe your arrangements are exactly the same as mine."

“It was just a coincidence.” Harry’s eyes darted away, but his tone was unusually firm. “We just happened to go to the playground to watch Quidditch, then we went to have a meal, and finally we were reading in the library.”

I bet many students are like this!

"Really?" Aaron didn't believe their nonsense. It was true that many students had this kind of plan, but these two were following him so closely that no one would believe they weren't stalking him.

However, he couldn't figure out for the time being what their purpose was in following him.

“Of course,” Ron said matter-of-factly.

"Okay! I can pretend to believe you."

So, where would you two like to go next?

If you have any questions, please let me know. I promise I'll avoid meeting you two at the same time, so we don't feel awkward.

Harry:......

Ron: ......

The two knew that if they didn't give a clear explanation, they wouldn't be able to get away with it.

Since we've already alerted them, the only option left is to deceive them.

“Aaron, we do have something we need your help with,” Harry said hesitantly.

"Oh?" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Then just tell me directly. Whether I help or not is my business. There's no need to stalk me!"

By the way, your methods of surveillance were very crude, extremely crude.

"Haha!" Harry chuckled, then took out the notes Hermione had given him. "It's like this, Hermione arranged some grueling training for us to prepare for the final exams."

She wants us to memorize all these key points; here are my notes, you can take a look.

Aaron took the notebook with some skepticism and glanced through it briefly. "No problem! The records are very detailed, and there are almost no flaws."

Honestly, you're really lucky to have a friend like Hermione.

So, what do you want with me?

“Um…we’d like to ask you to tell Hermione not to push us too hard,” Harry said, nudging Ron’s arm.

Ron immediately realized, "We tried it too, but we almost fell asleep after watching for only ten minutes."

"You guys followed me all day for this?" Aaron looked at the two men, utterly speechless. He really wondered if these two guys had lost their minds.

Harry was pleased to have successfully fooled her. "You know Hermione's temper. If we had made that request, she probably would have been unhappy."

Besides, she's doing this for our own good, so we shouldn't make this request.

But you're different. You and she are the closest people at Hogwarts, so he'll definitely listen to you.

"You two, really, you're just wasting your time." Aaron shook his head. "Sorry, I can't help you with this."

I shouldn't have brought this up; it would have made things even more awkward.

With Hermione's intelligence, it would be easy for her to guess that it was the two of you who specifically asked me to plead for her.