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Can't go wrong.

Those are their pet owls!

We're doomed!

Chapter 370 The Veela Sisters, Fleur and Gabrielle

"Ah, isn't that my mother's pet owl? By Merlin, what is it doing here?"

Hannah Abbot of Hufflepuff looked up, bewildered.

“I also saw my mom’s pet owl! Why would it go looking for Aaron?”

"I saw it too, what happened?"

"What else could it be? It's obvious that your mother is a fangirl, deeply infatuated with another male wizard."

Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin dining table, gave a mocking smile. "Indeed, wizarding families without proper upbringing are prone to producing such terrible behavior."

"Unlike us Slytherins, we never..."

"Damn it! That's my mom's owl!"

Slytherin Quidditch team captain Marcus Flint—his face darkened as he muttered a curse.

Malfoy's smile froze slightly. Before he could come up with another reason, Pansy Parkinson, a pure-blood family member, and a witch with short black hair, also looked somber.

Pansy stared intently at one of the fat, overweight owls in the flock.

"How outrageous! My mother is a thirty-year-old spinster, and she's trying to steal a man from a young girl. It's utterly shameful!"

Oh no, is that all you care about?

Wait, you just said you like Aaron too? Are you jealous of your mother?

Malfoy was stunned. "Pansy, you're a noble Slytherin! You're a descendant of a holy pure-blood family, while he's just an Eastern wizard, maybe even from a Muggle family..."

Pansy glared at him warningly. "No, Muggles can't produce such a perfect wizard, Malfoy. You're slandering him. Even if you're from the Malfoy family, I'll make you pay!"

Malfoy was even more confused. "No, we're on the same side! Who are you helping?"

"What if... what if he comes from a Muggle family?"

Malfoy said with great sorrow, "Never forget the fine tradition of Slytherin!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Pansy said, "Even if he comes from a Muggle family, it's not his fault, it's the world's fault, it's the Sorting Hat's fault!"

"Without a doubt, he is purer than any other pureblood!"

"Once I become pregnant with his child, our child will also be the most outstanding pureblood!"

Malfoy's mouth dropped open in exaggerated disbelief: "You have betrayed the revolution!"

Before he could say anything, the other Slytherin girls shouted angrily, "Damn Parkinson's, what nonsense are you spouting, Pinkie Pie?"

Malfoy nodded in agreement, but then...

"Aaron belongs to me. Only I am worthy to marry such an excellent male wizard, and only the child born to him and me will be a true pureblood!"

"Aaron is mine, don't try to take him from me, otherwise... even if it's my mother, I won't hold back!"

Looking at the Slytherin witches, who resembled terrifying ghosts, Malfoy shrank back in fear.

What a terrifying witch!

Thankfully, my mom...

Vincent Crabbe, one of Malfoy's henchmen, pointed to the most ornate owl and asked, "Boss, is that your owl?"

"How can it be!"

Malfoy looked up and saw that his mother Narcissa Malfoy's owl had just dropped the envelope.

Malfoy was struck dumb, "No!!"

The entire restaurant was in chaos.

Whether they were from a sacred pure-blood family or an ordinary wizarding family, as long as there were women in the family, they would send Aaron one or more letters.

The male wizards were quite frenzied about it, and the female wizards were equally excited.

On stage, Dumbledore looked utterly helpless as things spiraled out of control.

What can he do?

Are we supposed to beg those ladies to stop being so crazy?

Aaron remained calm, seemingly oblivious to the excited wizards.

Once all the owls had left, Aaron removed the IF conditional shield spell that selectively filters owl droppings, and then took out a pink envelope.

"Dear Mr. Aaron, hello, I am your fan, an ordinary witch from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic..."

Aaron glanced at the end casually and saw a very familiar signature—Floradracour.

It turns out that she is Hibiscus, who has one-tenth Veela blood.

There was also a photo on the back of the envelope.

The above is a full-body photo of Furong.

She had waist-length silver hair, and her silvery blue eyes, when blinking, would inadvertently release a tingling electric current.

The photos were developed using developing chemicals.

Hibiscus seemed to come alive, playfully winking at Aaron and gently waving, as if to say hello.

It must be said that Hibiscus, who inherited the Veela bloodline, truly possesses an exceptionally beautiful face.

As expected of a strong contender among the Harry Potter witches, with the potential to secure third place and even contend for first.

Aaron never expected it to be such a coincidence. No, it wasn't a coincidence, it was inevitable!

"May your wishes come true..."

"A characteristic even more exaggerated than the protagonist's halo, it is purely idealistic and completely illogical."

"But... I wasn't thinking about Furong. Or am I just thinking about women? How could I be that kind of person?"

Aaron righteously set the letter aside and then picked up another letter at random.

The handwriting on this letter looks very childish, but you can tell that the writer was very serious.

Aaron didn't read the contents; he went straight to the end.

"Gabriella Kur? Are you kidding me? It's the Veeva sisters right off the bat!"

"At this point in time... Hibiscus would be in fifth grade, right? Around sixteen years old, while Gabrielle would be... eight?"

The envelope also contained a photo of Gabrielle.

She was like a miniature version of Hibiscus, with waist-length solid-colored hair and gleaming blue eyes, as if she were the symbol of the Delacour family.

What a lovely pair of sisters.

However, they still need to be properly cared for.

The sentence starts at three years and can reach as high as death.

Aaron was about to pick one at random to read, but the thought that the next one might be from some chubby witch made him lose interest.

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The total number of wizards in Europe in the Harry Potter world is only tens of thousands.

How many women are as pleasing to the eye as Furong?

Let's not get our eyes dirty.

When Aaron looked up, he saw that many of the wizards watching were shedding tears of pain and helplessness.

A fan's heart-shaped envelope...

It always makes people think a lot.

Kara couldn't help but complain, "Dad, you should tone it down. I'm worried that the wizarding world will see the most terrifying wave of divorces in history tomorrow."

Mera nodded. "Hogwarts won't become a school for single-parent families, will it?"

Hermione was just relieved that her parents were Muggles and wouldn't follow news from the wizarding world.

otherwise...

She will also become one of the wizards present.

Aaron shrugged. "It's not my fault. Who can blame me for always being so charming?"

With that, Aaron swept all the envelopes into the trash can.

All the wizards present breathed a sigh of relief.

After Aaron and the others left,

They swarmed in and frantically searched through the trash cans.

Draco gritted his teeth, brandishing his wand and shouting angrily, "Get out of the way!"

"Watch this, flames roar!"

Hula~

Draco performed an extraordinary feat, unleashing flames that burned all the envelopes in the trash can.

The raging flames from the burning envelope rose up, the scorching heat forcing the surrounding crowd back and illuminating the wizards' eyes completely, obscuring the afterglow of the oil lamps.

Beneath those flickering flames, only Draco's blissful madness remained.

"Draco used magic recklessly on school grounds, nearly injuring a classmate, so Slytherin loses 20 points!"

"Dumbledore said in a loud voice."

But Draco didn't react, and none of the wizards made a move.

Even Snape remained silent.

he was thinking,

If I had Aaron's looks, would Lily have stayed with me?

Yes, absolutely.

Perhaps he should research a beauty spell to rival Aaron.

Just when all the wizards thought the matter was over,

They were horrified to discover it the next day.

Last night was just the beginning.

As Aaron's photos appeared in various newspapers and media outlets...

More witches learned of Aaron's existence.

Envelopes poured into Hogwarts like a flowing river.

The price of parchment in the entire wizarding world skyrocketed tenfold in an instant!

Not only that,

Many witches, ostensibly visiting relatives, also came to Hogwarts for a tour.

They would even deliberately create chance encounters with their children.

He struck up a conversation with Aaron in front of the children.

Malfoy looked at his mother in despair, while Narcissa Malfoy, with her long blonde hair and pale skin, chatted and laughed with Aaron.

Merlin above, it's all fake, ha ha, fake!

Father, where are you? Come quickly! Mother is running away with someone!

Chapter 371 Obtaining the Order of Merlin, First Class, by Relying on One's Looks

“Mr. Aaron, I never imagined you were so knowledgeable. Chatting with you has been very beneficial.”