Magic Journey from Hogwarts

King's Cross platform.

Aaron carried his backpack and walked out of the platform with Abe in his arms.

Genes was still waiting here as in previous years, but this time he ignored Aaron and walked straight past him and took the suitcase from Klea.

"Miss Klea, you came back at the right time.

The master and his wife will leave tomorrow, and you can have dinner with them. "

"Ahem!" Aaron couldn't help coughing, "I shouldn't be transparent!"

Gene paused for a moment, then gave Aaron an awkward but polite smile, "Master, please don't embarrass me now, can you?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person." Aaron said angrily, "I just need your help with something."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Jeans's mouth, "I'm sorry to have to obey."

"Listen to me first." Aaron rolled his eyes and took out a brocade box from his backpack, "Help me give this to Ancestor Alger.

This is the forging material he wants. It is the best of the best that I managed to obtain with great difficulty. It can definitely meet his conditions.

I'm just asking you to help deliver a treasure, and I'm not asking for half a galleung from home, so it's not a violation of the rules.

If you don't agree, I think Klea will also help me. "

"If that's the case, it's no problem." Genes nodded slightly and put the brocade box away, "Master, take care, the road you will take after Dumbledore's death will be full of thorns."

"You don't need to remind me."

Genes shrugged, sent Klea into the car, and drove away without looking back.

"The world is so cold!

Abe, you won't abandon me, right? "Aaron sighed and patted Abe's faucet, then found a taxi to take him to the area near the Leaky Cauldron.

The Dark Lord's resurrection caused the business of the Leaky Cauldron to be quite deserted. When he saw someone coming in, a rare smile appeared on the owner Tom's face.

“Master Gaius, what would you like to drink?

I suggest you stay one more night. It's too late to go to Diagon Alley to clean up now. "

"No, I've rested long enough on the train." Aaron waved his hand and walked across the bar to the small patio surrounded by walls.

He waved his wand casually, turning the front wall into an illusion, and then walked straight through into Diagon Alley.

The situation here is worse than last year. Many shops in the entire alley have been closed, and there are even two companies that are packing up their things overnight. Perhaps Dumbledore's death has made them panic, and it may be safer to move to other countries. .

In comparison, the business in Knockturn Alley next door is booming. There are piles of dark wizards going back and forth, and the passenger flow has increased by at least [-]%.

"Has the chaos reached this level?" Sirius in Aaron's backpack looked solemn, "Even at the peak of the Dark Lord's power more than ten years ago, Diagon Alley would not have closed so many stores."

"That's because Dumbledore was still alive more than ten years ago, but now...

Be mentally prepared!When Voldemort takes control of the Ministry of Magic, there will be no half-blood or Muggle-born storekeepers in Diagon Alley. "

Walking through the depressed street, Aaron came to his small shop. Surprisingly, the lights in his shop were still on.

"Be careful, it might be a Death Eater." Sirius became alert. Aaron had been kicked out of the family now, and there was no one to help take care of his shop.

"Can you stop being suspicious?" Aaron held his forehead and shook his head. "The biggest thing you and Harry have in common is that we both like to worry about things and think about things in the worst direction."

"But..." Sirius was about to explain something when he saw a white shadow passing in front of his eyes.

Abe rushed directly to the counter and took out a dinner plate from below. Inside was his favorite roast chicken, which still exuded a strong aroma. It was obviously just cooked not long ago.

"Welcome back." Fleur walked out of the store, "I did a simple cleaning and made some French dishes. Although it's not as good as what you made, it's still good for my stomach."

"Should I say thank you at this time?" Aaron smiled.

"Give me a kiss as a thank you gift." Fleur smiled.

Aaron shrugged, walked into the store, put down his backpack, and complied with her request.

Sirius' eyes widened in astonishment, "Sir, how many girlfriends do you have?"

"Currently, there are three. As for the future...it depends on my mood!"

Aaron responded unceremoniously in dragon language. He once thought that his love would be "if you want to win the heart of one person, we will never be separated until we grow old", but the plan has not kept up with the change, and there is nothing unacceptable about being a scumbag.

In the beginning, his family valued the continuation of the bloodline too much. When he was twelve or thirteen years old, his parents prepared a list of blind dates for him, and he was constantly urged to do so.

Later, he didn't even know when his admiration for Hermione turned into liking him, so much so that he was expelled from the family because she violated the ancestral teachings.

Later, his childhood sweetheart Clea fell from the sky. He had to admit that appearance was still very important in the age of looking at faces. An angel who had always liked him came to him. If he could still turn a blind eye, would he still be considered a man?

As for Fleur, perhaps their fate was already destined during the Triwizard Tournament. This woman who was three years older than him really felt sorry for people.

Again and again, and again, and again, since there are already three, he will not be surprised if there is a fourth or a fifth in the future. Who gives him nowhere to put his damn charm!

He can only promise true love for every girl. What does that sentence say? The heart is broken into many pieces, and each piece falls in love with a different girl.

"What are you thinking about?" Fleur frowned slightly, "I feel like you are thinking about something bad."

"It's nothing." Aaron's Occlumency was pretty good. As long as he didn't embarrass himself, he could pretend that nothing happened.

"Let's eat first!"

The two of them sat at the dining table. Aaron and Fleur ate quite elegantly. As for Abe, he just threw the image on the ground, picked up the roast chicken and started to eat it without any image. Soon it was on the dinner plate. A pile of bones was left behind.

After dinner, Aaron and Fleur sat across from each other.

After a moment of silence, Fleur spoke first, "Will you still go to Hogwarts?"

"Maybe!" Aaron didn't hide anything. "That school is very important to me, but compared to the previous six years, the seventh year may be a little different.

There are some things waiting for me to do, and I will probably leave Hogwarts often. "

"But Dumbledore is dead, and Hogwarts is no longer safe." Fleur said worriedly, "You have a home now and can't go back, and Voldemort has no one to check and balance. Britain will bear the brunt and it will become very chaotic.

So I think you can go to France with me, it's safer there.

You can also meet my parents and Gabrielle. She has always been very grateful to you, but she seems to feel that the sister who loves her the most has been deceived by you. You have to be mentally prepared. "

"Well... not for now."

"why?"

"I can't hide forever. I signed a contract with Voldemort. He can't attack me until Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore are dead. Otherwise, he will be attracted to me based on my bloodline alone." Even Harry Potter has to step aside." Aaron said helplessly, "As for whether Hogwarts is safe, to be honest, I never felt it was safe there.

When I was in first grade, Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell to steal the Philosopher's Stone. When I was in second grade, Voldemort's 16-year-old memory released the basilisk in the secret room and petrified students, pets, and even ghosts. In third grade, There was nothing wrong with Voldemort, but a murderer..."

At this point, there was a sudden movement in Aaron's backpack.

Sirius couldn't stand hearing it anymore. Is he a murderer?No, on the contrary, he took the blame for the murderer for more than ten years.

Isn't it only natural to finally escape from Azkaban, seek revenge against his former enemies, and protect his godson at the same time?

"Roar!"

Abei jumped to the backpack very decisively, his innocent eyes were filled with threats: "Try moving again."

Sirius:......

"What?" Fleur turned around and asked.

"Uh...little toys, I prepared them for Abe." Aaron smiled forcefully and winked at Abe.

The white claws grabbed a vivid Welsh green dragon from the backpack, shook it several times in front of Fleur's face and stuffed it back into the backpack, proving that it was just a toy.

"Are you a little too bored?"

"Abe has been with me for six years. It's appropriate to make him a toy."

Sirius cried silently, feeling that he might as well live in a coffin, at least it wouldn't be so humiliating.

But when he thought that Harry was still waiting for him to protect him, he could only swallow his grievance.

"Where did I just say that?"

"A murderer."

"Yes, a murderer entered Hogwarts openly and quietly, and even broke into the Gryffindor common room with a knife."

"Isn't Sirius wrongly accused?" Fleur asked in confusion.

"We didn't know it at the time!" Aaron said, "Besides, because the Ministry of Magic brought in a group of dementors, Harry Potter suffered greatly."

"You also know that in the fourth year, Death Eaters sneaked into Hogwarts, replaced Professor Moody, and even secretly manipulated the Triwizard Tournament."

"That's quite dangerous." Fleur said with lingering fear. "The Dark Lord's resurrection ceremony was so terrifying. I almost thought I was going to die."

"It's a bit inaccurate to say that it was a resurrection ceremony, because Voldemort was not completely dead at that time, his soul had not been completely annihilated, and that ceremony was just to reshape his body..."

At this point, Aaron was suddenly stunned, and he seemed to realize what he had overlooked.

The bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, the blood of his enemies...these materials are the key to Voldemort's resurrection, but the most important thing seems to be the blood of his enemies...

"Hiss! That's not the case!" Aaron murmured thoughtfully.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing." Aaron hurriedly changed the subject, "Voldemort was resurrected in the fourth year. If I hadn't been there, you might have died."

"But the fifth year was really outrageous. The Ministry of Magic actually sent Umbridge to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

That guy looks like a toad. The key is that she doesn't teach anything, just gives you a set of textbooks to teach yourself. After Dumbledore was forced to leave, she became more and more lawless. The new school rules for students at that time were enough to cover a wall. .

Then came the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, and I was left homeless by the machinations of the Black and White Lord. "

"Isn't it because of Hermione?" Fleur asked with a smile.

"That's only part of the reason, a very small part." Aaron said meaningfully, "In the end, in the sixth year, Malfoy introduced Death Eaters to Hogwarts, and the greatest white wizard of this century died in battle.

As for what will happen in the seventh year, I really don’t dare to think about it! "

Fleur opened her mouth and her expression became extremely exciting, "Your school is really... amazing. In comparison, our Beauxbatons are a bit too calm."

"Who says otherwise!" Aaron said with a sneer, "In short, Hogwarts will not be safe because of Dumbledore, nor will it become dangerous because of the absence of Dumbledore.

It has never been safe, at least not for the past six years. "

"Wait, if that's the case, then you can't go back to Hogwarts."

"This is not possible, I have a reason to go back." Aaron said seriously, "You don't have to worry, with the contract, the Death Eaters don't dare to be disrespectful to me.

Besides, being without Dumbledore isn't necessarily a bad thing for me, as I won't be easily discovered if I leave school. "

"Well, since you have made up your mind, I support your decision." Fleur said, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"It really does." Aaron snapped his fingers and took out a thick drawing from a dark red magic circle, "This is one of the things I want to do this holiday.

You take it back first and I will explain it to my uncle tomorrow. "

"Are you driving me away?" Furong said with some dissatisfaction.

"How could you have such an idea?" Aaron said, dumbfounded. "I've been on the train all day and want to have a good sleep. It's not appropriate for you to stay here alone."

"What's inappropriate? It's normal for you to be in love with me."

"Forget it until we get married. I'm not ready yet!" Aaron said shyly.

"You..." Fleur snorted in displeasure, "Forget it, I won't joke with you anymore.

But Mr. Ollivander locked the door to the wand shop. He probably wanted me to stay at your place tonight.

By the way, he also reminded me that you are an adult. Do you have any thoughts? "

Aaron:  …

My uncle, this is it, but you should at least ask me what I want!

"Then what... I have a tent in my bag, you can just stay there for one night!"

"You want me to live in a tent?" Fleur suspected that she heard wrongly, "Aren't all men supposed to be gentlemen?"

“It’s because of your gentlemanly behavior that I let you stay in the tent.

I added the Seamless Stretch Charm, and the space inside is not small at all, and has everything you need. "

"Then it's still a tent!"

"I can live in a tent!" Aaron said helplessly.

"No, you'd better have a good rest!" Fleur stood up and walked towards Ollivander's Wand Shop, "You can do it with a lock-picking spell, there's no need to go to such trouble."