Chapter 97 Return Home

The train was moving slowly, and the scenery outside the window was changing rapidly.

Aaron put Abe on the table. He couldn't wait to take out the roast chicken in the bag, then tore off a chicken leg for himself and ate it by himself.

"It's still so good at eating." Ron smelled the fragrance, swallowed his saliva, and resisted the intention of snatching food from the beast's mouth.

He couldn't forget the scene after Abe's transformation. With his small body, he would probably be knocked unconscious by a claw.

"Isn't it normal for a dragon to have a bigger appetite?" Aaron said as a matter of course. He didn't have so many concerns. He tore off another chicken leg and put it in his mouth.

To be honest, the food at Hogwarts is still very good.

"Is it really a dragon?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and wanted to touch it, but she restrained her hand halfway.

"Yes, but it is a dragon that has never appeared in the wizarding world.

It is unique, there is only one."

"That is so cool." Ron exclaimed, "If Charlie knew, he would probably drop all his work and come back to see it."

"Don't be stupid." Harry gave Ron a look, and he shrugged angrily, "At this point, even if we want to keep it secret, we can't keep it secret for long.

The professors in the college know it, so Dumbledore must know it too."

"Don't worry, they will keep it secret." Aaron said calmly, "I successfully convinced Dumbledore, and I can keep it even in school in the future."

"That's great." Hermione smiled, "You will be much more relaxed in the future, and so will we."

"By the way, Aaron, do you have any plans for the holiday?" Harry asked.

"Me? I guess I'll go back to Diagon Alley and continue running my shop!

I haven't been back for almost a year, and I don't know how the business is going, but it shouldn't be too bad?

For me, not losing money is making money."

The three looked at each other, some of them were unable to react.

In their minds, the Ministry of Magic would never allow a child to open a shop in Diagon Alley.

"Did your family help you?" Hermione asked.

"Of course, when I was nine years old, my uncle bought me a shop.

It's not very big, but the procedures are complete, and it's definitely a legal business."

"Nine years old?" Ron's mouth twitched. When he was nine years old, he was still playing behind his brothers!

"It's too early to be independent!

It's really exaggerated." Harry said with an awkward smile.

In the first eleven years of his life, he was either bullied by Dudley, bullied by Dudley's friends, or bullied by them together. It was simply a sad history.

"Gaius's Beverage Shop is not very famous, but it can earn you some pocket money." Aaron said with some pride, "I'm usually there, you can go there if you want to find me.

If I happen to be away, you can also leave me a message or something, and I will reply the next day.

Of course, if you come to my house as a guest, I am also very welcome."

"I may not be able to go." Harry smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Holidays are home for you, but not for me at all."

The three of them cast a complex look mixed with sympathy at the same time to Harry, but they didn't know how to comfort him.

His parents died at the age of one, and he was fostered in his uncle's house, but he didn't get any love, only unfair treatment. It seems that for them, it is enough to ensure that Harry will not freeze to death or starve to death.

If he could stay in school, Harry would definitely choose to stay, but obviously he couldn't, otherwise he wouldn't be on the train now.

"Why don't you come to my house!" Ron suggested, "I'll send your letter by owl. It's normal to visit your classmates during the holidays.

You come to my house every two or three days, they shouldn't stop you."

Harry's eyes lit up. Although he knew his uncle and aunt, they might really stop him, because that family just didn't want to see him live a good life.

But it's also possible that they won't stop him, because they don't like to see him, out of sight, out of mind.

Although the probability of letting him go is a little smaller, it's not zero, and it's more or less a hope.

......

The train took a long time, and Aaron took this time to collect the rewards for his three tasks.

[Help Slytherin win the House Cup; reward 500 magic points]

[Get recognition from at least three professors; reward 500 magic points]

[Kill the remaining soul of Voldemort; reward 1000 magic points]

He got two thousand magic points just like that, plus what he has saved now, it can be said that he has broken through the three thousand mark. This feeling of getting rich overnight made him a little uncomfortable.

But then he was ecstatic. With this wealth, he could enter the level of wizard in a minute, and Abe could evolve again, and this time he would awaken his talent skills.

In addition, he could also make some appropriate consumption. As long as it was not too expensive, he could bear the pain and place an order.

When the train stopped at Platform 9 and 3/4, Aaron opened his eyes in the long whistle.

"Are we there?"

Harry nodded, "Um... do you feel your shoulders are a little sore?"

Aaron was still a little confused, but the next moment he found Hermione leaning on his shoulder, sleeping very soundly.

"Fuck!

When did this happen?"

"Two hours ago!" Harry laughed playfully, "You all fell asleep, I was embarrassed to call you."

Aaron pouted and gently pulled his shoulder out, "I admit that it's a bit embarrassing to wake up in advance, but at least it's better than you."

Harry's face changed, turned his head and glanced at Ron lying on his shoulder, feeling a little depressed for some reason.

At this time, an old guard knocked on the door of the carriage and woke up the remaining two people, "Kids, you should get off the train.

Take your own suitcases and line up.

We have to leave this platform in batches. We can't leave too many people at a time, otherwise they will be noticed by the Muggles."

After queuing for a long time, it was their turn.

Aaron just came out of the platform and saw Genes smiling and greeting him, "I've been waiting for half an hour. Master, you should be faster next time."

"You shouldn't tell me this." Aaron rolled his eyes and handed the suitcase to the butler.

Genes took it with a smile, then glanced at him holding Abe, and frowned slightly, "Has Abe gained weight?"

"Uh...it's not important."

Abe also nodded repeatedly. His appetite was so big, and he couldn't help it.

Genes walked up to Aaron, picked up Abe, and weighed him carefully twice, "He is indeed fat, and he has gained one kilogram. It seems that I have to arrange a new diet for him when I go back."

Abe's face fell, and his whole face was full of unhappiness.

It's obvious that Genes will definitely delete a considerable part of the meat in his diet, or directly replace them with vegetarian ones. He can definitely do such a thing.

Thinking of this, Abe immediately showed a pitiful expression and gave Aaron a resentful look.

"Not really!" Aaron smiled, "Is it necessary?"

"I listen to the young master.

But I need to remind you that if you keep pampering it like this, it will probably be too heavy for you to hold it in a short time."

"I thought about it carefully and it seems to be necessary."

Jinns smiled with satisfaction, "Young master, we should go back. The master and his wife will be back today."

"Are my parents home too?"

"They are taking the train and should go back before us.

I haven't seen you for more than half a year. They have said more than once that they miss their baby son."

Aaron only half believed this sentence, because even before he went to school, the number of times their family reunited could be counted.

"I'll go say hello to my friend first."

"I should."

Aaron walked up to Draco. Next to him stood a middle-aged man with a cold face, light blond hair and blue-gray eyes. He should be his father.

Seeing Aaron coming over, Lucius' pale face smiled, "You must be Aaron!

Draco has written to me more than once, saying that he has made a very good friend.

Your help is indispensable for his excellent grades. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. This is what I should do as a friend." Aaron said neither servile nor arrogant, showing special confidence.

"Malfoy Manor welcomes you at any time."

"If I have time, I will definitely go."

"Harry Potter!"

At this time, a scream of a loli voice came over, and Lucius couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Is that Weasley?" Draco looked at the little red-haired girl next to Mrs. Weasley, "I heard that they have a youngest sister."

"Obviously, I saw her when I came to the station last year." Aaron said, "Calculating the time, we should be able to see her at this year's freshman entrance ceremony."

"That's really sad." Draco shook his head.

Aaron's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

After all, Malfoy and Weasley have been at odds for hundreds of years, so it's normal to have such an attitude.