A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the open space in front of his bed, where a neatly dressed, adorable creature was dozing off to his right.

"I'm still alive. Looks like I'm lucky."

“You’re certainly lucky,” Snape’s voice came from the right. “You only had a fright, but it gave you a wonderful dream.”

"Professor, what are you doing here?" Aaron turned his head, but quickly became confused.

Snape wasn't there to visit him. He was also lying in a hospital bed, but he wasn't in good condition. One of his arms was wrapped in thick bandages, which made his face look even colder.

"Are you injured?"

"What do you think?" Snape countered. "Voldemort is a powerful figure on par with Dumbledore; under normal circumstances, we are no match for him."

He used Quirrell's body to unleash a portion of his power, and even pushed himself to the limit, engaging us in a face-to-face battle with a do-or-die attitude. It's already quite an achievement that we won a pyrrhic victory.

Aaron's lips twitched, and he was somewhat speechless.

A Pyrrhic victory? Was it really a Pyrrhic victory?

When Voldemort cornered us, you and Professor McGonagall didn't make a single move; you were probably unconscious.

If it's a Pyrrhic victory, then it's Voldemort's Pyrrhic victory.

He dragged his half-dead body and fought his way to victory against the two deans. Although he was also on the verge of death afterward and there was absolutely no way to save him, otherwise he would never have let go of the opportunity to seize the magic stone.

"There seems to be something wrong with your expression!"

Are you questioning what I said?

"No, absolutely not.

But...Professor, are you sure it was a Pyrrhic victory, and not a narrow defeat?

"Of course it was a Pyrrhic victory."

Although we lost consciousness, the final magic separated his spirit from his body, rendering him no longer a threat. Otherwise, do you think you would still be alive?

Aaron sensed the satisfaction of revenge in Snape's cold expression, and could tell he was particularly pleased, so he reluctantly accepted the answer.

"Where is Professor McGonagall? Is she alright?"

"I am here."

The voice came from Aaron's left. He instinctively turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall, whose right arm was wrapped in bandages, just like Snape's.

"Professor McGonagall, it looks like you're badly injured too!"

"It's just a minor injury to the hand that holds the wand, but Madam Pomfrey clearly doesn't see it that way; she thinks we need to rest for a couple of days."

Professor Snape is probably almost fully recovered.

"Then what are you still doing lying here?"

Do you need a bed?

"In the infirmary, you have to listen to the doctor."

"Being hospitalized isn't all bad. The headmaster has temporarily taken care of the Gryffindor and Slytherin affairs, so it's a rare moment of relaxation!" Professor McGonagall said, sitting up and picking up a newspaper from the table, which she then began to read with great interest.

Aaron then noticed that the table next to the two deans was piled high with gifts, including chocolates, fine wines, and flowers.

On his table, there were only a few bouquets of flowers, nothing else.

That hurts!

This is so hurtful! I may not be as popular as you guys, but the difference shouldn't be this huge!

“What did you say?” Snape sneered. “Actually, you’re more popular than us. Students, teachers, and staff from all four houses have come to see you. The two of us are more like byproducts.”

But who told you to keep a pet with such a huge appetite? Even dragons aren't as greedy as it.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked thoughtfully at Abe, who was dozing off.

Then he pressed the faucet hard, waking Abe from his sleep.

The holy dragon, whose sweet dream was interrupted, was a bit grumpy when he woke up. He flapped his claws and slapped Aaron's hand away.

Just as it bared its teeth, preparing to roar, it saw its owner's unfriendly face.

Abe's expression changed instantly. He put on a silly and cute act and jumped into Aaron's arms, rubbing his dragon face against Aaron's chest.

"Hagrid's magical creatures are no exaggeration," Snape remarked.

"Stop messing around, get down here." Aaron grabbed Abe and put him in front of him, then pointed to the table that was now just filled with flowers. "Don't tell me you've ruined everything that was edible."

I'm not upset about the gifts; I'm just upset that you didn't leave anything for your master, me.

Abe paused for a moment, then stretched out its paw and started rummaging through its pocket.

Chocolates, fruits, candies, and all sorts of snacks were laid out on the table, soon piling up into a small mountain, more than the two professors combined.

"This..." Aaron paused for a moment, then chuckled and patted its head. "That's more like it! It's so sensible."

"The Unseen Stretch Charm." Professor McGonagall's mouth dropped open in astonishment. "You actually used that charm on a pet's clothes?"

“It’s not your average pet,” Aaron said with a smile, stroking the dragon. “It’s part of my family; it’s been with me since it hatched from the egg.”

My parents loved it very much and prepared a lot of things for it, even making special recipes for it.

"Aaron, what kind of creature is it?" Professor McGonagall asked with a serious expression.

"This...can I not tell you?"

"cannot.

"You might not know, but Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts because he kept a magical creature as a pet," Professor McGonagall said earnestly. "I don't mean anything by it, I just want you to understand the seriousness of the matter."

“But Abel is different,” Aaron argued. “If it hadn’t ambushed Voldemort at the crucial moment, you and Professor Snape would probably have suffered much more than just a broken arm.”

In other words, it indirectly helped you, and even saved you.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, looking at the white pet in Aaron's arms, but she was speechless.

This magical creature, which resembled a dragon, delivered a message to them and did them a great favor in the battle. On a grander scale, it was even one of the main contributors to preventing Voldemort's resurrection.

Professor McGonagall herself felt a little embarrassed that she would cling to its identity once the crisis was over.

“Actually, we didn’t want to make things difficult for you, and we could have pretended not to know anything.” Snape gave Aaron a deep look. “But Dumbledore already knows.”

He's the headmaster of Hogwarts, and it's his responsibility to find out the identity of this magical creature and... its danger, so you need to give him an explanation.

Chapter 92 Raising Dragons Requires Foresight

In the afternoon, Aaron walked out of the infirmary with two college professors.

However, when she left, Mrs. Pomfrey did not look too good. From her professional perspective as a doctor, although the three patients looked fully recovered, their mental state was obviously not very good and they needed to recuperate for a day or two.

The three's destination was clear: Dumbledore's office.

Aaron walked between the two professors, holding a cute white pet in his arms, looking like a rich young master.

Although he was already like that, Aaron felt extremely embarrassed at this moment.

Because neither professor's gaze left Abe, whom he was holding in his arms, the pet's status was even higher than that of its owner.

"Professors, it really doesn't have to be that bad."

"Although Abe is a magical creature, you've all seen it before," Aaron said somewhat embarrassedly. "You don't need to follow me; I've been to the principal's office before."

“I used to think of Abbey as just a mischievous and cute cat,” Professor McGonagall said with a slight smile. “I even fed it treats. Can you imagine how excited I was when I found out it was a magical creature?”

Not everyone can befriend magical creatures like Hagrid, because he is very patient with them, and the bond he cultivated from childhood has earned him incredible friendships.

Even Hagrid never truly tamed a dragon, yet you brazenly keep one by your side and have it completely submissive.

"Professor McGonagall, it's a bit too early for you to define it as a dragon."

"Dragons don't control their size, and they're not that obedient," Professor Snape said meaningfully. "You'd better make sure it's harmless and won't suddenly attack and hurt people, otherwise it won't be as simple as just sending it home."

Hagrid was expelled from school for keeping a terrifying magical creature as a pet, which still lives in the Forbidden Forest.

As you know, even that dragon that had just hatched was sent to Romania, so... think carefully about how to explain this later, otherwise the consequences are hard to predict.”

Aaron paused slightly, then sighed deeply, "Thank you for your concern, Professor."

However, I think I probably don't need any explanation.

“No, you must not think that way.” Professor McGonagall’s smile vanished instantly. “Dumbledore is a kind and benevolent headmaster, but that’s precisely why you have to explain it to him so that he can understand.”

But you don't need to worry too much. After all, Abbey is a hero, and Professor Snape and I will speak up for you.

The worst outcome is that you can't keep it at school; there won't be any serious punishment.

Aaron's lips twitched. Wasn't being unable to keep it a punishment?

However, thinking about the guarantee he had prepared, Aaron felt relieved.

To be honest, he didn't want to be exposed so soon.

Keeping a low profile and developing steadily is the right path for him right now.

However, if Dumbledore really insists on Arbe's magical creature identity, then he will have no choice but to produce the 'dragon-raising license'.

There was nothing he could do about it; after all, he was raising a holy dragon that was unprecedented and could even shake the magic world. It was necessary to prepare for the future.

When they arrived on the fifth floor, the three of them encountered Harry Potter.

“Aaron, and the two professors,” Harry said, sounding delighted. “You’ve recovered.”

“We were perfectly fine to begin with; it was Mrs. Pomfrey who made a mountain out of a molehill,” Aaron said, utterly speechless.

He doesn't like dealing with doctors because patients, regardless of their status, position, or willingness, have to listen to the doctor.

"You all lost consciousness at the time, which worried us terribly."

Thankfully, Dumbledore returned in time, otherwise we really wouldn't know what to do.

Aaron opened his mouth, unsure how to refute it.

He had painstakingly planned and prepared so much.

Both professors nearly lost, and he himself was also badly beaten by the Dark Lord.

In the end, it was all over, and Dumbledore came back. Is that what you call timely?

Generally speaking, those who show up at the scene when the dust has settled are either there to reap the rewards or to clean up the mess; Dumbledore was clearly the latter.