Chapter 330 The holiday begins, send a message to Lucius
The exam results were handed to everyone on the last day of the term.
Except for Arithmancy, Aaron's other grades were all first in his Class, especially in Divination Class where ProfessorTrelawney gave him an unprecedentedly high score.
Since Gryffindor won the House Cup, the banners at the end-of-term feast became the red and gold Gryffindor lion flag.
Compared to the lively Gryffindor table, the atmosphere at Slytherin was somewhat heavy.
"No wonder my dad said Dumbledore being Principal was the unluckiest thing to happen to this school," Draco said with a sullen face. "Harry Potter and his friends broke so many school rules, even ambushing and injuring Professor Snape, but they didn't receive any punishment. If they had lost a few points, the House Cup would still be Slytherin's."
"I said Professor Snape's face didn't look too good," Crabbeglanced at the teachers' table and met Snape's sharp gaze, which scared him into quickly turning his face away.
"Nothing could be more normal," Draco sneered, pouting. "If it were me, I'd also be furious at Dumbledore's favoritism."
"Who told our Principal to be from Gryffindor!" Aaron said with an indifferent smile. "But even if he's biased, he has his reasons, otherwise Professor Snape wouldn't choose to swallow his anger."
Hearing this, Draco gritted his teeth, no longer bringing up Dumbledore, and silently lowered his head to eat... The next day, Aaron packed his things early in the morning.
Aside from the necessary living supplies prepared for the thought form, he stuffed various odds and ends into his suitcase.
Abey nervously squatted on the bed, carefully clutching its pocket, afraid that if it wasn't careful, it would have to hand over the supplies it had saved for half a year again.
However, until they boarded the Hogwarts Express, Aarondidn't mention it, and Abey finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, this worry was purely superfluous; the supplies in Shenming Hall were definitely enough for the thought formto last more than a summer vacation, and Aaron would not fleece Abey when supplies were abundant.
The supplies it had stockpiled now could not be touched easily; they were for the next semester and even the semester after that.
There were no Werewolves on the returning train, and Aaron arrived earlier, entering a compartment alone.
Putting down the Abey it was holding, he sat by the window.
The scenery outside was quite beautiful, but he had no mind to appreciate it.
His vacation was not like others'; it was a series of tutoring classes, and these two months were absolutely unavoidable.
Just then, the sliding door of the compartment opened, and Draco entered with Crabbe and Goyle.
"It's vacation, why do you look like you're not happy at all?" Draco asked.
"Tutoring classes," Aaron said with a bitter face.
Draco was stunned, his pupils widening slightly. "No, your family is too... exaggerated, aren't they? You're fourteen, and it's still not over?"
"Not over what?" Crabbe asked, somewhat confused.
"It's none of your business," Draco said, then looked at Aaron speechlessly. "Last year I heard you were often seen in Diagon Alley a month before school started, and I thought..."
"Last year was an accident," Aaron forced a smile. "Last year, my family wanted me to go out and gain some experience, so they arranged a long trip for me, which taught me what's worse than tutoring classes."
"Uh... thinking that way, tutoring classes aren't so bad, right?"
"Heh heh!" Aaron rolled his eyes. "I'll take that as you comforting me."
"There's the Quidditch World Cup this year, and I was originally planning to invite you along," Draco said regretfully, leaning back in his seat. "Now it seems unnecessary."
"Perhaps there's a chance," Aaron said indifferently. After all, he was Gaius's sole heir, and Gines always had to listen to his opinions.
Taking a few days off to watch the game and relax his tense mental state was also harmless.
"Really?"
Hearing the skeptical tone, Aaron also became a little less confident.
What if his parents gave a strict order? No matter how difficult it was for Gines, he couldn't let him go out and have fun.
"Sigh!" Aaron let out a long sigh. "We'll see!"
A whistle sounded, and the train slowly accelerated, Hogwarts getting further and further away.
Aaron calmed his mind, preparing to see what new functions the upgraded system had.
But he had just closed his eyes when he heard a knock on the door.
"It's probably for you," Draco said.
Aaron turned his head and saw Hermione standing outside the compartment, looking conflicted, so he got up and walked out.
"Am I bothering you?" Hermione asked, a little embarrassed.
"No," Aaron rubbed his eyes lazily. "What made you think of looking for me?"
"This," Hermione took out a box from behind her back. "Professor McGonagall asked me to return it to you."
Aaron opened the box; inside was a silver watch.
"A Time-Turner? I thought Professor McGonagall had already sent it back!"
"She was indeed planning to, but Mr. Gines thought you might need it, so he asked Professor McGonagall to keep it for you temporarily."
Aaron suddenly understood, pondering whether to equip the thought form with this watch.
With this thing, the thought form's efficiency in practicing magic circles could definitely double, two months could be used as four, and with good luck, perhaps the ultimate elemental magic could be cast instantly by the start of next semester.
No one would disturb it inside Shenming Hall, it was absolutely safe, and simply using the Time-Turner for studying wouldn't pose much risk.
But just a few seconds after this thought arose, Aaronextinguished it.
The thought form was a cheat for him, but a striving workhorse also needed rest.
He could be hard on himself, but not too hard in the end.
"Aaron, what are you thinking about?" Hermione frowned.
"Nothing," Aaron came back to his senses, smiling somewhat self-deprecatingly. "I was just thinking about whether to use it for studying."
"You'd better not," Hermione said earnestly. "I've already returned that necklace to Professor McGonagall. I originally thought I could handle five elective courses with the Time-Turner, but I couldn't even manage four. If I continue to use it next semester, I'll definitely go crazy."
"Which course did you drop?" Aaron asked curiously.
"Muggle Studies. It's not that I don't want to learn it, it's mainly that there's too much homework for that Class. And compared to Runes, Arithmancy, and Care of Magical Creatures, it really isn't much use to a Wizard of Muggleorigin like me."
"Hahaha!" Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "I reminded you to follow the normal Class schedule, but you didn't listen; you insisted on experiencing the pressure of studying."
Hermione nodded dejectedly. "Now can you tell me how you attended two classes at once? I'm really curious."
"No," Aaron flatly refused. "I can tell you anything else, but this is too important to me, so I can't satisfy your curiosity for now."
"I'll figure it out eventually."
"Go for it, I'm rooting for you!" Aaron said indifferently. Unless he and the thought form appeared at the same time and she caught them, it would be impossible for her to figure it out.
"Oh, right, there's the Quidditch World Cup this summer, you... if you have time..."
"I'll try my best!" Aaron shrugged. His vacations haven't been his own to control since he started school, otherwise he wouldn't have run away from home again and again.
Even more tragically, this situation seemed likely to continue for another year or so.
Aaron returned to the compartment, and Draco and the other two looked at the watch in the box, exchanging glances.
"You accepted this gift?" Goyle said in surprise.
"It looks quite exquisite," Crabbe was about to pick it up for a closer look when Aaron's gaze scared him back.
This was a Time-Turner! Not something someone as simple-minded and brawny as you could play with.
Draco was somewhat incredulous. "You didn't really fall for her, did you?"
Pfft!
Aaron inexplicably felt a bit choked up. It was one thing for his parents to worry about his lifelong affairs, but why were you adding to the trouble?
"Don't talk nonsense, this was originally mine."
"That's good," Draco let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"Draco, I need to remind you, it's best not to concern yourself with my private matters."
"Don't misunderstand, I'm not qualified to concern myself with such things. But I'll still remind you, you can be friends with her, but it's best not to think of her in that way." Dracosaid, lowering his voice, "Granger's background is too ordinary, and your family background is too exaggerated. To put it bluntly, she's not worthy of you. If your parents found out... you understand, right?"
Hearing this, Aaron's heart was calm, and he even felt like laughing.
His family never cared about matching backgrounds; if Draco knew about his blind date file, his worldview would probably be severely impacted.
"Don't worry about things that don't concern you. Also, don't discuss similar topics in front of me in the future."
"Understood."
Aaron put the Time-Turner into Abey's pocket. At this moment, he suddenly remembered Professor Trelawney's prophecy and looked at Draco with a solemn gaze.
Lucius Malfoy used to be a Death Eater, and Lord Voldemort was about to make a comeback. At that time, those people would probably be beyond their control, either rejoining him or waiting to be purged.
"A time of trouble!" Aaron sighed, then took out a pen and paper from his pocket, wrote a passage, folded it, and solemnly handed it to Draco.
"What is this?"
"Don't open it, and don't look at it," Aaron warned very seriously. "This is for your father."
"For my dad?" Draco was puzzled, but still put the paper away.
"You have to promise me, no one can see it except your father, including yourself."
"No problem, I promise."
Draco patted his chest, assuring him that he could suppress this much curiosity.
"Be serious, I'm not joking," Aaron said in a deep voice. "To be safe, it's best to give it to your father when no one else is around. If the contents of this are leaked, the consequences will be very serious."
Draco frowned slightly. It was the first time he had seen Aaron so serious, and he realized that the message Aaronwanted him to deliver was probably of no ordinary importance.