A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

I am not familiar with the headmaster, and my knowledge of Dumbledore is limited to what I read in books.

However, my ancestors compiled a valuable guide, one of the principles of which is this: the longer a person lives, the more experience they accumulate, and the harder it is to guess their true thoughts.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "You're absolutely right."

"right!

This type of person is commonly known as an "old codger".

If you encounter someone who isn't famous, it's fine, because they are often unambitious and just want to retire peacefully.

However, when you encounter those renowned and high-ranking elderly people, you need to be more vigilant, because these people are all cunning and ruthless, and you might be sold out without even realizing it if you're not careful.

In short, those old fogies are all filthy.

Snape clapped his hands, looking quite pleased with himself. "Absolutely right, very right."

If I had known this before, I wouldn't have...

Sigh! It's a long story!

"Aaron, I have a favor to ask. Could I possibly take a look at your family's secret manual?"

"Impossible, give up on that idea!" Aaron refused without even thinking.

That incredibly thick book was a family precept passed down for thousands of years, and it had been continuously improved over time.

It has no magic, and it doesn't contain any valuable spells. It's just an ordinary book, but it's not something that outsiders can just read casually.

“Alright! I was being presumptuous,” Snape said, then opened the door. “Come with me!”

"Professor, can I not go?"

"Of course, I'd love to have some free time."

But if Dumbledore doesn't wait for you, he'll probably take the initiative to find you next.

"Then I'll go!"

The two arrived at the eighth floor of the castle, where Aaron followed Snape to stand in front of a gargoyle-shaped stone beast.

"Lemon tea!"

Snape gave the command, and the Dripping Stone Beast jumped aside. Behind it, the wall split in two, revealing a spiral staircase that slowly moved upwards.

Snape came to a door via the stairs and pushed it open to go inside.

"Principal, I've brought the person you're looking for."

“Thank you for your hard work.” Dumbledore said, his back to the two of them as he organized the bookshelves on the stairs. “Aaron Gaius, you are the first student to come to my office this semester.”

"I'm flattered," Aaron said with a forced smile.

He looked around the round room and had to admit that it was much better than Snape's office.

More spacious, brighter, and without the mixed smell of various potions.

The lockers are filled with all sorts of silver utensils, and the walls are adorned with portraits of past principals, allowing one to see the faces and voices of these famous figures.

Although they were just a group of deceased old men, the fact that the current White Demon King could place them here was enough to prove their abilities in life.

On the desk was a gilded perch, upon which stood a strange bird with red feathers, its sharp eyes fixed on Abe as if it had discovered something interesting.

Abe also looked at the strange bird with curiosity, a strange light appearing in his bright eyes, and then... he shamelessly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

He also saw the Sorting Hat dozing off on the shelf, and a giant awkwardly waving at him...

giant?

huge...

Grass!

Hagrid.

Aaron was instantly wide awake, glaring at him angrily as he drew his black wand.

Hagrid felt a chill run down his spine and slowly moved toward Dumbledore, fearing that Aaron might lose control and cast a spell on him.

He knew he hadn't acted ethically, but with such a serious incident in the Forbidden Forest, he had no choice but to report it to Dumbledore for the safety of Hogwarts.

Someone as meticulous as him would naturally not overlook any details.

Why are you dodging? I'm not going to hit you.

"That's hard to say," Hagrid said guiltily.

"So you do know that!" Aaron sneered. "For what you've done, it's only right that I beat you up. If I weren't outmatched..."

"Feel sorry!"

I've heard those two words far too many times lately.

"Hagrid, I just want to ask you, what have I done to offend you that you're targeting me at every turn?"

"I...this..." Hagrid's eyes darted around as he hurriedly explained, "Actually, it's just a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"Alright." Dumbledore slowly walked down the stairs. "Whether it was intentional or not is no longer important."

Aaron, you're a smart boy; you should understand what I mean.

“I know.” Aaron glared at Hagrid. “What’s done is done, there’s no point in keeping harping on it.”

"Thank you!"

"Don't thank me yet, Hagrid."

You'd better watch your mouth; think twice before you speak.

"I see!"

Aaron shook his head, having little hope for Hagrid's assurances.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore sat down at the desk, smiling at Aaron.

Aaron wasn't embarrassed at all; he pulled Abe up from the ground and sat him down in the chair.

"Professor, is there something you need from me?"

"Didn't Professor Snape tell you?" Dumbledore asked meaningfully. "I thought you knew?"

What he said is not what you said.

"All right!

Hagrid told me about some of the things that happened last night, including the attack on the unicorn by the men in black, and that you possess a very special potion.” Dumbledore paused slightly. “Aaron, may I see that potion?”

"I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible," Aaron said earnestly.

"Headmaster, I've seen it." Snape's expression was grave. "The effect is incredibly strong. It can instantly restore someone on the verge of death to their best condition, and can even revive someone who has just died."

However, there is nothing that can be done about lives that have been dead for a long time.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled gently, "That's already quite remarkable."

"Professor Dumbledore, if you want to learn about my potions, please forgive me for refusing."

The bottle has been opened twice since yesterday, and a small portion has evaporated.

"Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean that," Dumbledore said with a smile. "What I meant was, could you please let me keep that bottle of potion for you?"

"What?" Aaron was completely dumbfounded.

What do you mean? Everyone else just takes a look, but why are you taking advantage of me?

You are the White Demon King, and it's true that you are powerful, but you can't bully others just because you're powerful!

"Professor, I must have misheard you." Aaron frowned. "You mean you want me to hand over the resurrection potion to you for safekeeping?"

"I'm sorry, you heard me right."

Dumbledore felt rather embarrassed to be pressuring a junior like this.

However, considering his own plans, he still shamelessly made the request.

"Give me a reason, or rather, what right do you have?" Aaron said calmly. "Even if you are the principal, you have no right to force students to hand over their belongings."

The others in the office exchanged bewildered glances, not expecting Aaron to be so assertive in front of the principal.

"Aaron, you saw it last night too, there was a black-robed man hiding in Hogwarts."

He's in danger and desperately needs to replenish his life force, so... this is also for your safety.

I can guarantee that I will return it in its original condition after the holiday.

Chapter 71 Hogwarts will ensure the safety of its students, right?

Aaron looked at the kind-faced Dumbledore, gently stroked Abe's dragon head, then straightened his posture and chuckled, "I refuse."

Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, what you're saying is a bit of an exaggeration.

That man in black robes had no idea I possessed such a treasure; otherwise, I wouldn't have fled in such a panic last night.

In other words, as long as you insiders keep it a secret, I'm still safe.

Dumbledore was taken aback, seemingly not expecting such a decisive and unwavering rejection.

Hagrid stood expressionlessly to the side, hoping that Aaron would hand over the resurrection potion to Dumbledore for safekeeping, which he considered the best decision.

However, he had offended Aaron one after another, and speaking up now might backfire.

“Aaron,” Snape said, suppressing a laugh, “you’d better think carefully about the headmaster’s suggestion; it won’t do you any harm.”

"But there's no benefit to it either, is there?"

"Give away a priceless family heirloom that could save your life to someone else for safekeeping?" Aaron joked. "Professor, how much water must have gotten into my brain to make such an absurd decision?"

Besides, to put it bluntly...

I've been hurt several times these past few days, and I'm afraid to trust people easily anymore.

Snape was speechless upon hearing this.

They did this just in case, to prevent Voldemort from finding another way to be resurrected.