A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"That's a year's worth of Slytherin's hard work," Aaron said righteously. "If we slack off and lose, we have nothing to say."

However, if for some reason the score is significantly adjusted and Slytherin loses the honor they deserve, many people will not be satisfied.

Moreover, with only a few days left before the holidays, Gryffindor's scores suddenly surged to the top of the leaderboard, which is practically messing with Slytherin's mentality and will only exacerbate the already tense relationship between the two houses.

Protecting the well-deserved House Cup is also for the sake of Hogwarts' stability.

Upon hearing this, Snape froze on the spot.

Aaron's words made a lot of sense. This twelve-year-old student was unusually mature and considered issues comprehensively, but he still felt that something was not right.

It felt like Aaron had planned everything, and everyone else was unknowingly carrying out his plan. This feeling of being led by the nose was really awful.

"Perhaps you have a little more to think about than I, the dean, do, but I still stand by my point of view."

“Of course I understand that,” Aaron laughed. “We definitely need to have some trump cards, like the resurrection potion I have.”

That guarantee might seem influential to you; you might think it reflects the Gaius family's connections and draw all sorts of extraneous conclusions—which is somewhat of an exaggeration.

"What do you mean?" Snape asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because in my opinion it's just a piece of paper, the kind that you can buy a whole stack of for a Nat," Aaron said nonchalantly. "You can't eat it, you can't drink it, you can't increase your strength, you can't exchange it for any money, it has no value whatsoever, it's just something to fool people about."

"Ha!" Snape chuckled self-deprecatingly, feeling much more relaxed. "I was overthinking it. You'll definitely be Slytherin's pride from now on."

Chapter 95 Year-End Banquet

As soon as Aaron entered the common room, Crabbe and Gore walked over from the middle of the hall and blocked his way with their heavy bodies.

"If there's nothing wrong, don't block the way."

"You two are both so tall and strong, your sudden appearance in front of me could easily cause misunderstandings," Aaron said speechlessly. "I might just knock you both away if I'm in a bad mood."

The two immediately made way for Aaron and politely invited him to a sofa, while also handing Abe a plate of fruit.

Abe's eyes lit up, and he stuffed the rest into its pocket, except for leaving one apple.

"Speak plainly. I don't think you two came to see me for no reason!"

"The exam results are out. I don't know why Dumbledore announced them ahead of time," Crabbe said. "You got full marks, full marks in every subject."

The eldest son's grades are also very good, but..."

"He just lost, right?" Aaron said somewhat casually.

The result was as he expected; at least he didn't have to give away favors to his family.

“Yes!” Crabbe nodded. “His total score is twelve points lower than Granger’s, and he’s ranked just below her.”

Not only her, but Weasley and Porter also got very high grades, surpassing the two of us.

Draco couldn't accept this outcome and locked himself in his room, refusing to let us in.

"That's normal!"

But don't worry, he'll be out of there soon.

“Of course we believe him,” Gore said somewhat embarrassedly, “but it’s been more than ten hours and he still hasn’t come out, and he hasn’t even had lunch.”

We didn't know how to comfort him, but thankfully you're back.

"So, you want me to go and try to persuade him?"

“That’s right, you’re closest to him, only you can persuade him,” Crabbe said. “At least get him to open the door, we don’t want to sleep on the sofa in the lounge tonight.”

Aaron's lips twitched. He wondered whether it was a blessing or a curse for Malfoy to have such followers.

For these two, sleep quality seems to be more important.

"Alright, leave it to me!"

Aaron picked up Abe and headed towards Draco's dormitory, gently knocking on the door a few times.

"I already told you, don't bother me."

Draco's voice came from inside the door, sounding particularly resentful.

"it's me."

A few seconds later, the door opened.

When Draco saw Aaron, the gloom on his face dissipated considerably and was quickly replaced by joy.

"I heard that someone was sulking alone because of poor grades, so I came to check on them."

"Who said that?

Is it Crabbe or Goyle? Or are they together?

“Of course it was them together,” Aaron said speechlessly. “They came looking for me as soon as I got back, wanting me to comfort you.”

"Comfort?" Draco stood up, somewhat annoyed. "They think I'm far too fragile!"

I don't need comforting words. It's not a big deal. It's not like I can't accept defeat. At worst, I'll just be more polite to her in the future.

"Then why do you lock yourself in your room?"

Draco's expression changed, and he stammered, "I just... I just need to think about how to talk to my dad."

"What's wrong with saying this?"

Your grades are quite good; he should be proud of you.

"That's true, but I did lose to Granger, to a wizard from a Muggle family."

He always expressed his appreciation for me in his letters; if he knew, he might be disappointed.

"You locked yourself in your room just because of this?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "How bored are you!"

That's completely worrying unnecessarily!

Lucius Malfoy wouldn't easily lose his temper with his precious son over a single exam result.

"But...she's only one rank higher than me, what if my father asks..."

“No buts.” Aaron interrupted him. “Look at it from another angle, you at least beat Harry Potter and your family’s archenemy, the Weasleys.”

Based on these two points alone, he couldn't find any fault with it.

Moreover, as far as I know, your father never achieved such a score in school.

He can't even do well on tests, so what right does he have to educate you?

"This..." Draco hesitated for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely certain, a professor told me this," Alan said confidently, completely unaware of Lucius's grades.

But he was certain that Lucius Malfoy would never surpass his son, who had been studying diligently throughout the school year.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He cared a lot about his father's opinion, and now it seemed he had surpassed his father in some ways.

"Aaron, did you really go to the underground classroom with Harry Potter and the others the night before last, and even defeat Professor Quirrell and thwart his plot?"

is this real? "

"It's true, otherwise the two professors and I wouldn't have spent a whole day in the infirmary."

"Could you elaborate?" Draco rubbed his hands together excitedly, clearly very interested in the matter.

"Um... how should I put it?"

"We split up and happened to run into each other at the trapdoor." Aaron gave Draco a brief description of what had happened, though of course some parts were omitted.

In his story, Voldemort's existence was cleverly removed; the fact that the Dark Lord was still alive and waiting for a chance to make a comeback was not something Draco should know.

"This was so exciting, but also so dangerous." Draco slapped the sheets indignantly. "It's all Harry's fault. Your plan would have been much safer, but they dragged you into it and even hurt you."

"It's all in the past, at least the outcome was good."

“You’re being too magnanimous,” Draco said, annoyed. “If they hadn’t insisted on doing things their own way, you wouldn’t have been unconscious for so long.”

And then there's Hagrid, that half-giant. He's an idiot; it's one thing for the secret to be leaked, but it's a bit unreasonable that he didn't even realize it himself.

Aaron: ......

A close friend!

......

The following night, all the teachers and students gradually gathered in the auditorium to attend the year-end banquet.

Several rows of green flags representing Slytherin House hung from the ceiling to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup victory.

The auditorium was extremely noisy, and the tables were laden with exquisite food, but they could only look and not eat until the principal announced the start of the banquet.

Aaron held Abe, who was drooling, down tightly, afraid that he would lose control and pounce on the table to feast.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

A crisp tapping sound rang out, and the noise quickly subsided.

Professor McGonagall put down the golden spoon in her hand, and Dumbledore, who was sitting next to her, stood up and faced the students.

"Another year has passed, and a whole summer vacation awaits you. I'm sure you're all eager to get started!"

Before we can fully enjoy these delicious dishes, we must first award the House Cups. "The scores are tallied, and the specific scores for each house are as follows:" Dumbledore said excitedly.

Fourth place: Gryffindor, 323 points; Third place: Hufflepuff, 352 points; Second place: Ravenclaw, 437 points; and Slytherin is in first place with 493 points.

As soon as he finished speaking, a deafening cheer erupted from the Slytherin table, but the students from the other three houses didn't look too pleased and only clapped symbolically.

The applause was like a stone sinking into the sea, failing to make a ripple amidst the cheers.

Slytherin is indeed excellent, but he's not exactly popular, which is probably partly due to his numerous consecutive championship wins.

Anyone who has been suppressed for six years, no, seven years, would probably not be in a good mood.

In the faculty section, Snape clapped quickly. Professors Sprout and Flitwick didn't have such a strong competitive spirit. Although it was a pity, they didn't care about losing.

Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, was utterly devastated, not even bothering to pretend; her sadness and disappointment were practically written all over her face.

“Very good, Slytherin, very good, Slytherin,” said Dumbledore. “However, recent events must also be taken into account.”

I still have some final points to award.

The room fell silent instantly. The smiles of the Slytherins, who had already won the championship, gradually faded, while the other students looked on with anticipation.