A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The full moon broke through the dark clouds, and the starlight seemed somewhat dimmed under the moonlight.

This situation is rare. It could be a problem with the celestial phenomena or some force that is obscuring his prophecy. But one thing he was certain of was, "Yes, you do have the ability to bring this unicorn back to life."

Chapter 67 Kindness and saintliness are two different things

Everyone stared at Aaron in astonishment, with Hagrid especially excited. "Do you really have a way to bring this unicorn back to life?"

"No." Aaron shook his head decisively, denying it very readily.

He does have a resurrection potion that can revive those who died within an hour, but he only has one, and he probably won't have a second one. It seems such a precious thing is not worth using on a unicorn.

Fantastic creatures are indeed rare, and unicorns are certainly pure, but what does that have to do with him?

There are countless lives lost; he can't possibly save them all! That's God's job.

“But Ronan said so himself, the centaurs’ prophecies have never been wrong,” Hagrid said with some doubt.

"Who knows if this is slander? Does it have any evidence?" Aaron retorted indignantly. "Even if it's not slander, who can guarantee that the centaurs won't misinterpret the star's revelation?"

"this..."

Hagrid hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ronan with a questioning gaze, "Can you guarantee that?"

"The centaur's prophecies are very accurate, but there have indeed been misunderstandings about the stars of destiny in the past."

“Look,” Aaron shrugged, “it’s all a misunderstanding. I don’t have the ability to resurrect unicorns.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Ron suddenly interjected, pointing to Abe, who was pulling Aaron back, at his feet. “If it were fake, Abe wouldn’t be so agitated.”

Everyone else turned their attention to Aaron's feet, where Abe was stubbornly clinging to Aaron's trouser leg. They couldn't help but feel more certain of Ronan's prediction.

"Um... Abe is just hungry. I didn't let it eat tonight."

"But if it continues like this, I think it's necessary to starve it for another three days." Aaron explained to everyone while secretly threatening Abesonclaw.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Abe seemed to have heard something terrible and quickly withdrew his claws.

Aaron picked it up without any hesitation. "Am I being too nice to you?"

Abe nodded hastily, but seeing Aaron's indifferent gaze, it shook its head instead.

"I'll deal with you when we get back. You won't starve for three days, but your meals will have to be reduced."

Hey!

Abe let out a pitiful cry, glanced at the dead unicorn's corpse with some reluctance, and then cruelly turned her head away.

It tried its best, even at the cost of cutting back on its food, but it couldn't do anything about its owner's disagreement.

Abe had a great fondness for this magical creature, which exuded a sense of purity, much more so than for Norber, who was also a dragon.

Seeing the unicorn die in front of it, it couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow, so it tried its best to fight back.

It was well aware of the existence of the resurrection potion, and even almost drank it once, because its intuition told it that the rich life force inside would be of great help to it.

Naturally, he failed and was punished by Aaron instead.

The amount of food at each meal was reduced by more than half for three days. The feeling of going from luxury to frugality was simply agonizing.

"Let's go!

"We should go back now."

“Wait, Aaron,” Hagrid stopped him, “if you truly have the ability to revive it, please…”

"Don't talk nonsense! I don't have that ability."

“I understand, I understand.” Hagrid winked and said meaningfully, “If I had that ability, I wouldn’t let anyone else know.”

But these are all our own people, don't you trust them?

Moreover, it would be such a pity if such a rare creature as a unicorn died like this!

Aaron's lips twitched. This was far too presumptuous!

He admitted that the first sentence made a lot of sense, but the rest was complete nonsense.

“Hagrid,” Aaron looked at him sympathetically, “you’re probably too heartbroken because of Norber’s passing, which has caused some confusion in your mind.”

Go back and get a good night's sleep, and don't think about these messy things anymore.

"No, no, no, I'm not confused at all, I'm perfectly clear-headed," Hagrid said anxiously.

"Come on!" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, his gaze sweeping over Harry, Ron, Hermione, and finally settling on Hagrid. "Including you, I was just fooled by four Gryffindors last night."

Don't tell me you forgot; giants don't have such bad memories.

Honestly, if you were me, would you trust these four people?

Hagrid opened his mouth, but was speechless.

Harry and the others lowered their heads in embarrassment. Being told by Aaron to their faces that "I don't trust you" made them feel like they were going to die, and they wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

“Then we can just leave for a bit and call us back after you revive the unicorn,” Ron said in a low voice.

"Idiots!" Draco said dismissively. "Aaron, ignore them."

Let's go back to the Slytherin common room.

"Okay," Aaron said, sounding somewhat weary. He was eager to leave this place.

The others instinctively made way for Aaron and Draco, and no one dared to stop them.

Hagrid looked at the two people who had walked ten meters away, gritted his teeth with some struggle, and shouted, "Are you really unwilling to save it?"

This unicorn is still young; its parents are still waiting for it to come home from the herd!

call!

Aaron stopped, looked up and took a deep breath. It often only takes a second to go from speechless to angry.

After putting Abbe down, he turned back and glared menacingly at Hagrid. "Are you crazy?! Do you have to keep staring at me like this?"

I've emphasized it again and again, I have no way of saving it, do you have to be so stubborn?

“But the centaur’s celestial signs and Abe’s unusual behavior both indicate that you can save it,” Hagrid said earnestly. “One might fail, but it’s impossible for both to fail!”

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Aaron said through gritted teeth. “I know your feelings for magical creatures, and I also feel sorry for this little guy.”

But you have to face reality!

"I know, I know." Hagrid's face was covered in tears, and his beard was soaked, making him look like a several-hundred-pound child who had lost a loved one.

"Stop crying. You're such a giant, can't you control your tears?" Aaron's lips twitched slightly. He had seen more tears in the past two days than in the first eleven years of his life.

Hagrid picked up a leaf and wiped his nose. "I know I'm being too far-fetched, but the thought of this young unicorn having a family makes me sad."

If you really have no way, then so be it. But if you do have a way, and I don't insist, then it's like giving up the chance to save it.

This feeling is awful; you wouldn't understand.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

"Well said! That's very well said." Aaron clapped his hands. "Now I understand why the school made you guard the Forbidden Forest. With your compassionate attitude, you absolutely treat every magical creature as your own child."

It's made me feel embarrassed to lie to you, even though I've emphasized it several times and you still don't believe me.

"I'll stop pretending. To be honest, I do have something that could revive that unicorn, but I don't intend to."

"Why?" Harry asked, puzzled. "You're not the kind of person who would just stand by and watch someone die!"

"That's right, you have a really good eye for people."

You probably won't find a wizard as kind as me anywhere in Hogwarts.

However, in Harry Potter, kindness and being a saint are two different things.

"What do you mean?"

Aaron sighed and took a bottle of emerald green solution out of his pocket.

He opened the bottle, and a faint scent of life drifted into the air, causing some withered grass on the ground to turn green almost visibly.

Seeing this, Aaron quickly put the lid back on, because if too much evaporated, the medicine's effectiveness would decrease.

As the bottle was sealed, the plant, which had been nourished, suddenly lost its nutrients and began to wilt again.

"As you all saw, this stuff can bring the dead back to life if you drink it."

"Then hurry up!" Hagrid said somewhat eagerly.

"What's the rush!" Aaron cleared his throat and said seriously, "This is a secret medicine passed down through generations of the Gaius family, and the one I have is the last one."

In other words, this is a life-saving treasure for critical moments, truly priceless.

Now you want me to use it to resurrect a unicorn that I have no connection with.

Hagrid, do you think this is appropriate? Is it reasonable?

Hagrid fell silent. Even if he were shameless, he wouldn't feel comfortable letting someone else use a family heirloom to resurrect an unrelated magical creature for free.

Aaron scoffed dismissively, then looked at Harry Potter and asked, "If you were asked to donate your entire fortune to help a homeless person you don't even know, would you agree?"

Harry shook his head helplessly. If it weren't for his parents' inheritance, he probably wouldn't even be able to support himself.

Donate it? No way.

"That settles it then. It's easy to say you're generous with other people's money, but if you put yourselves in my shoes, you would probably refuse even more decisively than I do."

“But it’s a unicorn,” Ron murmured.

"Huh? Which brother said that?" Aaron said sarcastically. "Does being a unicorn make you superior? That's hilarious."

Draco instantly understood and sneered, "Who else could it be but Weasley, that idiot?"

"Malfoy, you..."

"What? You're not convinced?"

The value of this medicine is beyond any of our imagination; even if you sold your Weasley family, you couldn't afford it.

Unicorns are precious, but there are things more precious than them. You have no right to decide for Aaron who is more deserving of being saved.

Chapter 68 Our ancestors had this glorious history