A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

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"It's okay, I know it too well. Two chicken legs were enough to make it give in. If all else fails, some snacks will do!"

“Okay! I understand.” Professor McGonagall laughed excitedly. “Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right there.”

A few minutes later, Professor McGonagall sat down on the magic carpet, looking quite embarrassed. She had prepared a soft cushion for herself before coming.

As for Aaron, he looked at Abe, who was cheering and jumping for joy while holding a bunch of snacks, and fell into deep thought. Could this dragon be kidnapped by a chicken leg one day?

With a professor sitting on it, Aaron grew a little bolder and controlled the magic carpet to fly around Hogwarts Castle. Professor McGonagall's smile grew wider and wider.

Afterwards, the magic carpet flew at low altitude over the Black Lake. Aaron would not have dared to do this under normal circumstances, since no one knows if the magical creatures under the lake might suddenly jump out.

But now the lake is covered with a layer of solid ice, and there is a mage-level academy professor on the magic carpet, so the safety level is maxed out, and there is nothing to be afraid of at all.

However, when Aaron returned, he flew towards the Forbidden Forest, which startled Professor McGonagall, who hurriedly said, "Wait, Mr. Gaius, you can't go there."

"Can't we go?" Aaron asked with some regret. He had originally wanted to take advantage of the professor's 'prestige' to admire the snowy scenery of the Forbidden Forest!

If you're lucky, you might even see a live unicorn.

"Of course you can't go. It's best not to enter this forest unless there's a special reason."

The Forbidden Forest is home to many magical creatures, and even Dumbledore couldn't claim to know them all. He could only reach agreements with them to maintain order.

But you must understand that sometimes agreements are simply not worth mentioning.

They might face severe punishment, or even pay with their lives, for attacking students at the school.

But what's the use then? The students have already been hurt, and that's irreversible.

"Understood, Professor," Aaron nodded, then flew back in the direction he had started.

After landing on the ground, Aaron simply rolled up the magic carpet and roughly hoisted it onto his shoulder.

There was no other way; there was a professor nearby! He didn't want to reveal the existence of the system space.

As for the Seamless Stretch Spell, haha! A pet's pocket could hold such a big blanket, but doing so would only make it more conspicuous.

Professor McGonagall looked at the magic carpet on Aaron's shoulder with some reluctance, opened her mouth, but said nothing.

She was already very content with what she had today. If she were to ask to borrow something more, it would seem greedy and she would lose face.

If I get rejected, that would be even worse.

Aaron noticed Professor McGonagall's strange look, glanced at his magic carpet, and instantly realized what she meant. "Professor, you...you don't actually want my magic carpet, do you?"

“No, I didn’t mean that,” Professor McGonagall said, waving her hand, but a blush crept onto her old face.

“Understood.” Aaron raised an eyebrow, gave Professor McGonagall a meaningful smile, and then walked toward the Slytherin common room.

Back in his dorm, Aaron found a large gift box and stuffed the folded magic carpet inside.

Tomorrow is Christmas. Pack this gift and take it to Professor McGonagall; she'll be happy all day.

Of course, it's impossible to give it away.

He bought the magic carpet at a "huge price," and who knows if there will be a second one in the future.

However, it's still possible to lend it. He won't be able to use it from Christmas to the end of the semester, as it would be too conspicuous. But he can lend it to Professor McGonagall for free.

She is the head of Gryffindor and a master of Transfiguration; making a good impression on her will definitely make your future studies much easier.

Social niceties are unavoidable at all times. Aaron also prepared a gift for everyone else, but the level of thoughtfulness varied from person to person.

Chapter 39 The Human Relationships in the Magical World

The next morning.

Aaron opened his eyes. Beside his bed was a dozen or so packages of varying sizes, which must have been his Christmas presents this year.

First, he opened his parents' gifts, and the result was as he expected.

A postcard depicts the sunrise they witnessed while sailing at sea.

“My dear son, isn’t it beautiful? We were planning to take a picture of you with a sky full of stars.”

But knowing you'll open the gift in the morning, I'm giving you a sunrise image, wishing you eternal vitality.

—Vico.

"Tsk! It's the same again." Aaron shook his head and put the postcard away.

Sending a goose feather from a thousand miles away is a small gift but carries great meaning!

Aaron's parents knew his family situation best and that he lacked nothing, so they sent him this commemorative gift.

The second package was delivered by Gaius.

Aaron picked up a piece of paper from the gift box and smiled with satisfaction.

All I can say is that the butler is indeed a butler, as he directly delivered the profit report for his small shop in Diagon Alley for the past few months.

In addition, there is a dragon encyclopedia that records all known dragon species, characteristics, and habitats in the magical world. It is probably prepared for Abe, since he is a dragon of noble blood, and it is very necessary for him to know which 'distant relatives' he has.

The third package was sent by his great-uncle.

Inside the package was a pure white unicorn feather, a material used to make a wand.

Aside from these close relatives, the rest of the items were gifts from his relatives, all sorts of strange things, but much more practical than the first three.

Someone brought a dagger, someone brought clothes, someone brought musical instruments, and someone brought a funhouse mirror...

Someone else brought over a snack gift pack, and as soon as it was taken out, a white figure pressed its face against it.

Aaron picked up Abe with great disgust, then pushed the gift package in front of it and rubbed its dragon head hard several times.

One of the gifts was from Hermione: a dental kit that included a toothbrush, a tooth cup, and toothpaste.

This left Aaron somewhat amused and exasperated. His teeth were absolutely healthy, but it was better than nothing.

......

hall.

Students and professors who stayed on campus gathered here for a Christmas party.

The food at the festival was incredibly plentiful, and everyone enjoyed it immensely.

Aaron placed Abe on the dining table, then picked up a gift box and brought it to Professor McGonagall. "Professor, this is for you."

“Mine?” Professor McGonagall pointed to herself, somewhat flattered. “A Christmas present.”

"That's it!"

Professor McGonagall excitedly opened the box, glanced at it briefly, and then immediately closed it again.

"Aaron, I admit I really like this gift, I really, really like it."

But I really can't accept it; it's too precious.

"Professor, you've misunderstood. I never said I was going to give it to you."

"I'm just borrowing it from you, but you have to return it to me before the holidays," Aaron said seriously.

"Really?" Professor McGonagall was touched, then quickly hugged the box to her chest. "Then I'll accept it. This is the best gift I've received in recent years."

"I'm glad you like it," Aaron said with a smile.

“Ahem!” Snape said coldly. “Some people seem to have forgotten that he is a Slytherin student.”

“Oh! Yes, this is yours, Professor Snape.” Aaron took a bottle out of his pocket. “It contains the bodily fluids of a magical creature. I went to great lengths to obtain it.”

Of course, it may be useful, or it may be completely useless.

"The specifics depend on how you, the Potions Master, handle it."

As Aaron was explaining, Abbe, who was enjoying a turkey at the table, suddenly paused, then sniffed the air.

It turned its head and glanced at the teacher's seat, a strange look appearing on its cute little face, before continuing to eat.

Snape didn't shy away from the situation and took the bottle directly from Aaron's hand. He brought it to his nose and sniffed it slightly, then his expression changed slightly. "Aaron, what kind of magical creature is this?"

This material is...unique; I've never seen it before.

Or perhaps I've seen it, but I've forgotten it.

But regardless of the reason, it demonstrates how extremely rare these magical creatures are.

“Um…I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that,” Aaron said seriously. Everyone has their own secrets, and he certainly couldn’t tell Snape that the bottle contained Abe’s saliva.

“So mysterious,” Snape said, then put the bottle in his pocket.

"Aaron, is there a gift for me?" Professor Flitwick asked apologetically. "If not, just pretend I didn't ask."

“We do have one.” Aaron took out a calligraphy brush and handed it over.

"This..." Professor Flitwick became increasingly embarrassed, "If I'm not mistaken, the material of this pen nib is unicorn feathers!"

"Yes, I hope you like it."

"I love it so much."

“Mr. Gaius, perhaps I shouldn’t have asked that.”

But, is there a gift for me?

Aaron glanced at Quirrell, who was sitting on the teacher's bench and speaking haltingly, and gave him an awkward but polite smile. "I'm sorry, Professor, I cannot use my family's property while I am a student."

"I obtained all of Professor Snape's and the others' gifts through personal means, and with the gifts I gave to other friends, I've almost run out of money, so..."

"It's okay, I understand," Quirrell said, covering his mouth, looking a little aggrieved.

"I'm very sorry, Professor, this was something I didn't consider carefully."

"Otherwise, I'll prepare another gift for you next Christmas." Aaron comforted him apologetically, but in his heart he was thinking that you'd be gone by the end of this school year, so burning a few pieces of paper for you next Christmas would be enough.

Aaron stepped down from the teachers' table, returned to his seat, and began to enjoy the banquet.

A moment later, Harry and Ron came over, wearing the same style of sweater as Percy, Fred, and George.

"You two are such good friends, you even have the same taste in clothes!" Aaron teased. "You look pretty warm too."

Harry gave an awkward laugh. This was the second-best gift he had ever received in his life. The first was a package sent to him this morning by a stranger, which contained his father's keepsake: an invisibility cloak.

“Right!” Ron said proudly. “My mom made this by hand. We all receive gifts like this every Christmas, but this year Harry is included.”