Chapter 420: Unscrupulous reporters were arrested, beating you is not unfair
Abei wisely tucked the two ingredients into his pocket, then squatted honestly beside Aaron.
"You're quite sensible." Aaron chuckled, then opened Abei's attribute panel.
[Pet: Abei]
[Race: Dragon (Holy: Unawakened)]
[magic Power: 3644 (Increases by one point daily, boundless potential, a king among young dragons)]
[Talent Abilities: Flight, Dragon Breath, Healing,???]
Looking at the number after 'magic Power,' Aaron frowned slightly.
Still short by nearly fourteen hundred. As expected, he would have to slightly force its growth; otherwise, at the normal rate, it would take four years to complete the next stage of evolution.
Thinking this, Aaron added all his remaining magic points to Abei's magic Power.
Abei felt its strength increase significantly and was immediately overjoyed, Throwing herself into Aaron's arms, rubbing her face against him.
If not for the crowded train, it would surely have spread its wings and vented its excitement in the sky.
"You're happy, but I'm back to square one," Aaron said helplessly. "No, not even square one; I'm instantly left with nothing."
Abei immediately squatted on the table and patted its chest vigorously, "Master still has me."
"Haha!" Aaron rubbed its dragon head. Abei was indeed very reliable, but its growth was too slow; it couldn't play a significant role yet.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
At that moment, a series of loud bangs erupted outside, mixed with a few hysterical screams.
"Draco?"
Aaron heard the familiar voice, immediately stood up, opened the compartment door, and walked out.
In the corridor, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle lay unconscious, their faces covered in blisters, apparently hit by more than one jinx.
Opposite them was Harry's trio's compartment, and in addition, George and Fred, the twin brothers, were also there.
"This is just too much trouble!" Aaron rubbed his forehead and shook his head, but still couldn't ignore it.
Upon closer inspection, he couldn't help but inwardly click his tongue.
"Incendio, Leg-Locker Curse, Petrificus Totalus… I bet they provoked you guys for no reason. Retaliation is understandable, but isn't this a bit too vicious?"
"If you knew what Malfoy did, you'd probably add two more jinxes to him," Ron said bluntly.
"He and Rita Skeeter are on good terms," Harry said unhappily. "Many of the fake news stories slandering us were inspired by them. Most importantly, he thinks Lord Voldemort's return isn't a bad thing."
"Understood." Aaron sighed slightly. "Can I take them back first? It doesn't look good to leave them here."
"Yes, but you'd better come over for a moment; there's something I need to tell you."
Aaron nodded, then waved his wand, bringing Draco and the other two to his compartment.
After a moment of hesitation, he decided to un-jinx them later.
Walking into Harry's trio's compartment, there was a glass bottle on the table with a strange beetle buzzing inside.
"Let me state upfront, I won't apologize for those three," Aaron said directly. "I won't take any responsibility for the trouble they caused."
"Who wants to talk to you about that?" Hermione said, exasperated, pointing meaningfully at the glass bottle. "I caught Rita Skeeter."
"This is her?" Aaron picked up the glass bottle. "Her Animagus form is a beetle."
"That's right, that's how she easily gets news material and then fabricates stories," Hermione said proudly. "I'll release her after we arrive, but she can't write for newspapers for a year, or her illegal Animagus status will be enough to land her in Azkaban."
"Impressive." Aaron clapped his hands. "You even caught a bug."
"Thanks to your hint, otherwise I wouldn't have caught her so quickly," Hermione said. "Malfoy knows her identity, those news stories…"
"Those news stories were written by her; Draco just provided her with a little convenience," Aaron said with certainty. It wasn't that he underestimated Draco, but he definitely wouldn't have thought of such explosive topics.
"An accomplice," Ron said indignantly.
"So they're being retaliated against by you now.
If there's nothing else, I'll be going. This holiday will be very troublesome for me; I need some alone time."
"Wait." Harry quickly stopped him, saying in a deep voice, "Malfoy is a Death Eater. I suggest, I suggest… you'd better keep a certain distance from his family."
"I'll try."
"Aaron." Harry hesitated, stammering, "Lord Voldemort is back. Perhaps you could help Dumbledore."
Aaron paused, then chuckled, "Our four families have been neutral for thousands of years. No matter who wins or loses, it doesn't affect our families much.
Since that's the case, why should we get involved?"
"But this is a catastrophe for the magic world. You wouldn't really stand by, would you?" Harry still tried to persuade him, as he had witnessed some of the Gaius family's power at Riddle's graveyard. With their help, it might be easier to defeat the Dark forces.
"Harry." Aaron shook his head meaningfully. "If a true catastrophe for the magic world comes, our families will act on their own without you saying anything. But Lord Voldemort… he can at most cause turmoil in the magicworld, but a catastrophe… honestly, he doesn't have the qualifications for that.
Compared to Lord Voldemort, I personally admire Gellert Grindelwald."
"Uh… who is he?" Harry asked awkwardly; it was the first time he'd heard that name.
"The previous Dark Lord," Aaron explained patiently. "Compared to him, Lord Voldemort is a bit insignificant.
The Wizarding War initiated by Grindelwald swept across the entire magic world, with countless Wizards willingly following him, while the war Lord Voldemort incited was only within Britain. His subordinates are too disorganized, and his loyalists are very few."
"Then during Grindelwald's time, your families…" Hermione asked curiously.
"We didn't get involved either," Aaron said jokingly. "Grindelwald was more like a reformer. His original intention was for a better future for the magic world, although it required eliminating most Muggles to achieve this goal."
"What?" Hermione exclaimed in shock. "Are you serious?"
Aaron nodded noncommittally and continued, "Grindelwald played such a big game, and our families didn't interfere, let alone Lord Voldemort's small-scale skirmishes."
"Small-scale skirmishes?" Harry immediately lost his temper, looking at Aaron angrily. "My parents, Neville's parents, and many, many other families have been torn apart. Is this a small-scale skirmish?
Then what do you consider a big deal? The end of the world?"
Damn it! You actually guessed it.
Aaron secretly grumbled, but his expression remained perfectly calm. "No comment. I can tell you very clearly that our families will remain neutral.
As Gains said, if I really decide to take a side, it's only my business and has nothing to do with the Gaius family."
"That works too!" Ron said without thinking. "In the past few years, you've helped us thwart Lord Voldemort's schemes several times."
Aaron's mouth twitched, utterly speechless.
I could clearly win by doing nothing; why would I jump into this fire pit with you? Am I tired of living?
"Anything else? If not, I'll be going."
"Wait." Harry stopped Aaron again, saying somewhat awkwardly, "If it's just you, how can you help Dumbledore's side?"
"Phew!" Aaron sighed deeply. "Lord Voldemort and Dumbledore's standoff will sooner or later be resolved through war, and not participating in war is my bottom line.
As for other aspects, I will try my best to provide help, but only as a Hogwarts student, nothing more."
Harry immediately felt relieved; being able to do that was enough, because that was all they could do at the moment.
Aaron left Harry's compartment with a heavy heart, but upon returning to his own compartment, his mood relaxed again.
He had just been speaking the truth. He had the capital not to be drawn into this conflict, but Hogwarts still needed to be protected, after all, it was his best place to sign in.
The Dark Lord wouldn't go so far as to lead his Death Eaterarmy to attack a magic school, would he? That would be too small-minded.
Looking at the petrified Draco and the other two, Aaron wearily pulled out his wand. "Finite Incantatem."
Bang!
The three immediately regained their movements, then let out miserable wails.
"They actually dared… I'm definitely telling my dad."
"Don't make a fool of yourselves," Aaron said. "If you can't beat them this time, beat them back next time. What kind of skill is it to call your parents?"
"That was a sneak attack," Crabbe said unhappily.
"More people ganging up on fewer," Goyle added.
"You brought it upon yourselves," Aaron retorted unceremoniously. "Running over to provoke them for no reason, are you itching for a fight or something?"
"We're just stating facts," Draco pouted. "Granger caught Rita Skeeter…"
"If I were slandered in the newspaper, I would just crush that beetle and pretend I knew nothing."
Draco opened his mouth, then said unwillingly, "I just said that when the Dark Lord returns, Muggle-borns and Wizards who like Muggles would be the first to be finished… but I didn't expect them to just attack."
Slap!
"It really serves you right that they beat you up," Aaron said, slapping his forehead, looking utterly speechless. "You practically cursed them to their faces; who else would they hit?
If it were me, I wouldn't be able to swallow my anger without breaking a few of your bones."
"I, I was telling the truth, but I just said it offhand," Dracoquickly explained. "I didn't mean it as a curse; otherwise, all the Wizards on the train who have connections to Muggles would kill us!"
Aaron: …At least you have some sense, not saying that in front of everyone.