A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

This is a big deal, and it's perfectly normal for the principal to be concerned.

"Alright! Since it's the principal who's looking for you, it's not convenient for me to compete with him for the student."

But if you have time, you must come see me. You have exceptional talent, but you still need a little practice. I will personally guide you.

"Really?" Aaron was particularly delighted. "Don't worry, Professor, I will definitely go if I can find the time."

"Okay! You can go back now!"

Aaron nodded and left the classroom as usual.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat, but to avoid giving himself away, he acted perfectly normal, not even changing his breathing rhythm.

After turning a corner, Aaron leaned weakly against the wall and took several deep breaths to calm himself down.

I managed to get through it! That was so exciting! I have to give myself a hundred thumbs up for my cleverness.

With Dumbledore's influence, Professor Quirrell will likely not invite him for quite some time, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Just as he had predicted, after all the students left the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Professor Quirrell quickly closed the classroom door, his face turning particularly cold, a complete change from his timid demeanor during class.

“Master, Aaron Gaius is probably quite busy these days, so we may not have much of a chance to get an appointment with him.”

“It’s alright, there will be opportunities.” A hoarse voice came from the back of Professor Quirrell’s head. “This was just a whim.”

I want to subdue him. My current, wretched state isn't suitable for me to appear before him; I simply want to get a closer look at his talent.

“Master,” Professor Quirrell hesitated, “forgive my bluntness, but Dumbledore has already noticed him. Look at us…”

"Hmph! I know that old codger too well; he's always been wary of Slytherin."

Aaron's emotional intelligence far surpasses that of his peers; having more contact with that old geezer might not be a bad thing.

When I return, this grudge might play an unexpected role.

"Master is wise."

"However, Dumbledore will definitely pay more attention to this young wizard in the future, so some plans will have to be put on hold for the time being."

If Aaron comes looking for you, just teach him a few spells to send him away.

Before successfully obtaining the magic stone, we must not alert the enemy or cause any unforeseen complications.

"Yes, Master."

After the conversation, Professor Quirrell instantly reverted to his frail appearance, slowly walking out of the classroom like someone recovering from a serious illness.

......

Early June, at the library.

With only one day left until the final exams, Draco was hunched over his desk, frantically writing down key points. In front of him lay a thick stack of textbooks and notes.

His two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, were studying at another table.

Although they don't like studying, this is the final exam, a test that teachers and parents take very seriously.

If I fail the exam, my parents will skin me alive when I get home.

In stark contrast to the bustling activity on this side, things were quite the opposite on Aaron's side.

On his desk were only an ordinary forbidden book, a dozing holy dragon, and a glass of chilled juice.

Others came to study, but he came purely to watch them study, and he felt... quite good.

"You can't do it like this. The most important thing before the exam is to relax."

Going to the exam exhausted, the results are predictable.

“That’s absolutely right,” Crabbe nodded in agreement. “I felt that the efficiency was actually lower than usual!”

"That's still better than nothing!" Draco said speechlessly. Crabbe and Goyle's enthusiasm for learning was purely inspired by him.

If it weren't for him, those two guys definitely wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long; it's a miracle they didn't end up eating on the bed.

“But what about tomorrow?” Gao asked.

“Look at them.” Draco pointed with his pen at the Gryffindor trio not far away.

Both Harry and Ron were top students mentoring two struggling students, but under Hermione's supervision, they were much more diligent than Crabbe and Goyle.

“I can’t lose to Granger, and you can’t lose to Potter and Weasley, understand?”

"Boss, this..."

"Ok?"

“That’s too easy.” Crabbe, seeing Draco’s look, quickly changed his tune: “We can’t compare to Granger, but Weasley and Porter…”

Their usual study attitude is evident to all; even last-minute cramming can't compare to ours.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Aaron shrugged. “What’s that saying? Luck is also a part of strength.”

Their luck has always been exceptional; you two can't compare.

Crabbe and Gore looked at each other, exchanged wry smiles, and continued flipping through their textbooks.

"How can you be so calm?" Draco asked curiously. "Aaron, I know you're a good student, but this is the final exam after all. Aren't you taking it too easy?"

It's one thing to openly read banned books in the regular section, but isn't this bottle of juice a bit much? Aren't you afraid Mrs. Pincellar will criticize you?"

"Hehe! The librarian has certain authority here. I only brought the drinks in with her permission."

"What? Is that so?"

How did you do that?

"It's very simple. We'll make sure it doesn't affect other students or get the books dirty."

The most, most, most important thing is...

"Just what?"

"It's about building a good relationship with the administrator," Aaron said mysteriously. "I gave Mrs. Pince a gift at Christmas and Easter."

I'm probably the only student in the entire Hogwarts who knows how difficult it is for her as the administrator.

This glass of juice is a gesture of reciprocity; it's a matter of social etiquette and reciprocity!

Draco's lips twitched slightly, then he gave a thumbs up. "You're awesome."

Keep a low profile.

This is something that's easy to say but hard to hear!

"So you don't need to study?"

“Look into my eyes,” Aaron solemnly pointed to his own eyes and asked, “Tell me, what can you see?”

"Hmm...it's quite pretty," Draco replied tentatively.

"Superficial. Although it is indeed quite beautiful, that's not the point."

The key point is that these are eyes that can remember anything they see.

"Hiss!" Draco was stunned for a moment, then gasped sharply after realizing what he meant. "You mean... you only need to read these books once?"

"Roughly the same!

If it were a Muggle exam, I could just lie down and relax.

However, this is a wizard's exam, and many lessons require manual operation.

Fortunately, I have good magical talent and practical skills, so getting a high score shouldn't be a problem for me.

"Why don't I have this talent?" Draco said enviously.

“You’ll have to ask your parents,” Aaron said smugly. “Anyway, with this kind of talent, who would still need to look at textbooks?”

You guys are doing this to study, but I'm just doing it for fun.

Draco shook his head with a wry smile and continued to focus on his textbook.

Some people are God's favorites, born superior to others.

He admired this kind of person, but he wasn't jealous, especially since this person was one of his few good friends.

The more important thing now is tomorrow's exam; Hermione Granger is his real opponent.

Although the chances of winning are slim, Malfoy has to give it a try; he's not lacking in courage.

Just as he was secretly cheering himself up, he suddenly saw Granger walking over. He subconsciously thought that his concern had clouded his judgment and caused him to hallucinate.

But after rubbing his eyes, he realized he wasn't seeing things. "Granger, what are you doing here?"

You're disturbing my studies; you're not welcome here.

“I’m looking for him.” Hermione turned her gaze to Aaron. “Are you free? I’d like to talk to you about something.”

“No time!” Draco said immediately. “Aaron won’t welcome you either.”

Aaron shrugged and pointed to his books. "I still need to relax, no, I mean, study."

“This is very important,” Hermione emphasized. “It’s more important than tomorrow’s exam.”

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Aaron frowned. At this stage, the only thing more important than the exam was probably the Philosopher's Stone.

Okay! I understand.

Hopefully, things aren't as bad as I think.

“What did you say?” Draco asked.

“It’s nothing.” Aaron smiled, then followed Hermione to an empty table in the corner. “Let me guess what could possibly make you so shameless as to come to me.”

Hagrid revealed the method using Cerberus, didn't he?

No, Hagrid keeps his mouth shut.

This is also the main reason why we still have the mind to study.

Aaron scoffed dismissively. After several encounters, he had a clear understanding of the giant's secrecy.

While it's not exactly a negative number, it's at most just a tiny bit better than zero.