Chapter 573 How Many Girlfriends Do You Have? Hogwarts Has Never Been Safe (1/2)

Chapter 573 How many girlfriends are there? Hogwarts has never been safe

King's Cross platform.

Aaron walked out of the platform with his backpack on his back and Abe in his arms.

Genes was still waiting here as in previous years, but this time he ignored Aaron and walked straight past him and took the suitcase from Claire.

"Miss Claire, you're back at the right time.

The master and his wife will leave tomorrow, and you can have dinner with them."

"Ahem!" Aaron couldn't help coughing, "I shouldn't be transparent!"

Gene paused for a moment, then gave Aaron an awkward but polite smile, "Master, please don't embarrass me now, can you?"

"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person." Aaron said unhappily, "It's just that I need your help with something."

Genes smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry."

"Listen to me first." Aaron rolled his eyes and took out a brocade box from his backpack, " Help me deliver this thing to the ancestor of Arger.

This is the forging material he wants. It is a rare treasure among the best that I have finally obtained. It can definitely meet his requirements.

I just asked you to help deliver a treasure, and I didn't ask for half a Galleon from my family. It is not against the rules.

If you disagree, I think Claire will help me. "

"If that's the case, it's fine." Genes nodded slightly and put away the brocade box. "Master, take care. After Dumbledore's death, the road you will take next is full of thorns."

"You don't need to remind me."

Genes shrugged, sent Claire to the car, and drove away without looking back.

"What a fickle world!

Abe, you won't abandon me, right?" Aaron patted Abe's faucet with emotion, and then found a taxi to take himself to the vicinity of the Leaky Cauldron.

The resurrection of the Dark Lord has caused the business of the Leaky Cauldron to be much quieter. Seeing someone coming in, the owner Tom's face rarely bloomed with a little smile.

"Master Gaius, what would you like to drink?

I suggest you stay one more night. It's too late to go to Diagon Alley now."

"No, I've rested long enough on the train." Aaron waved his hand, walked through the bar, and came to the small courtyard with walls on all four sides.

He waved his wand casually, making the front wall illusory, and then walked straight through into Diagon Alley.

The situation here is worse than last year. Many shops in the whole alley are closed, and even two are packing up overnight. Perhaps Dumbledore's death made them panic, and it might be safer to move to other countries.

In contrast, the business in Knockturn Alley next door is much more prosperous, with piles of dark wizards coming and going, and the customer flow has increased by at least 30%.

"Has it gotten to this point?" Sirius in Aaron's backpack looked solemn, "Even when the Dark Lord was at the peak of his power more than a decade ago, Diagon Alley wouldn't have closed so many stores."

"That's because Dumbledore was still alive more than a decade ago, but now...

Be mentally prepared! When Voldemort takes control of the Ministry of Magic, there will be no half-blood or Muggle-born store managers in Diagon Alley."

Walking through the deserted streets, Aaron came to his own store. Surprisingly, the lights in his store were still on.

"Be careful, it might be a Death Eater." Sirius became alert. Aaron was now expelled from his family, and no one helped take care of his store.

"Can you stop being suspicious?" Aaron held his head and shook his head, "The biggest similarity between you and Harry is that you both like to worry about things and think about things in the worst direction."

"But..." Sirius wanted to explain something, and saw a white shadow passing by.

Abe rushed to the counter and brought out a plate from below. Inside was his favorite roast chicken, which was still emitting a rich aroma. It was obviously just cooked.

"Welcome back." Furong came out of the store. "I cleaned up a little and made some French dishes. Although it's not as good as yours, it's still okay to fill my stomach."

"Should I say thank you now?" Aaron smiled.

"Give me a kiss as a thank you." Furong smiled.

Aaron shrugged, walked into the store and put down his backpack, and met her request.

Sirius stared at his "dragon eyes" in astonishment, "Your uncle, how many girlfriends do you have?"

"There are three at present, as for the future... it depends on my mood!"

Aaron responded unceremoniously in dragon language. He once thought that his love would be "I wish to get one person's heart and never separate until old age", but plans can't keep up with changes, and being a scumbag... is nothing unacceptable.

At first, his family members attached too much importance to the continuation of the bloodline. When he was twelve or thirteen years old, his parents prepared a list of blind dates for him, and urged him to go on and on.

Later, he himself did not know when his admiration for Hermione turned into love, so much so that he violated the ancestral precepts for her and was expelled from the family.

Later, his childhood sweetheart, Claire, appeared from nowhere. He had to admit that in this age of appearance, appearance is still very important. If he could still ignore an angel who has always liked him, would he still be considered a man?

As for Furong, perhaps their fate was destined during the Three-Power Tournament. This woman, who is three years older than him, really cares for people.

Again and again, since there are already three, he would not feel strange if there is a fourth or fifth one in the future. Who made him have nowhere to put his damn charm!

He can only guarantee that he loves every girl. How does that sentence say that the heart is broken into many pieces, and each piece falls in love with a different girl.

"What are you thinking about?" Furong frowned slightly, "Why do I feel that you are thinking about something bad."

"Nothing." Aaron's brain occlusion technique is pretty good. As long as he is not embarrassed, he can pretend that nothing happened.

"Let's eat first!"

Two people and one dragon sat at the dining table. Aaron and Furong ate elegantly, but Abei threw his image to the ground and picked up the roast chicken and started to eat it without any image, leaving a pile of bones on the plate soon.

After dinner, Aaron and Furong sat opposite each other.

After a moment of silence, Fleur spoke first, "Will you still go to Hogwarts?"

"I think so!" Aaron did not hide it, "That school is very important to me, but compared with the previous six years, the seventh year may be a little different.

There are things waiting for me to do, and I guess I will leave Hogwarts often."

"But Dumbledore is dead, and Hogwarts is no longer safe." Fleur said worriedly, "You have no home to return to now, and Voldemort has no one to check and balance. Britain will be the first to bear the brunt and it will become very chaotic.

So I think you can go to France with me, it's safer there.

You can also meet my parents and Gabrielle, she has always been very grateful to you, but she seems to think that her most beloved sister was deceived by you, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Well... for the time being "I can't hide forever. I signed a contract with Voldemort. He can't attack me before Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore die. Otherwise, Harry Potter will have to stand aside just based on the attraction of my blood to him." Aaron said helplessly, "As for whether Hogwarts is safe or not, to be honest, I never felt it was safe there.

In my first year, Voldemort possessed Professor Quirrell and stole the Philosopher's Stone. In my second year, Voldemort's memory of being sixteen years old released the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and petrified students, pets, and even ghosts. In my third year, Voldemort didn't have anything to do with it, but a murderer..."

At this point, Aaron's backpack suddenly moved.

Sirius couldn't listen anymore. Is he a murderer? No, on the contrary, he has been blamed for the murderer for more than ten years.

After finally escaping from Azkaban, isn't it natural to seek revenge on the former enemy and protect his godson?

"Roar!"

Abe jumped decisively in front of the backpack, with a hint of threat in his innocent eyes: Try to move it again.

Sirius:......

"What is it?" Fleur turned around and asked.

"Uh... a small toy, I prepared it for Abe." Aaron smiled far-fetchedly and winked at Abe.

The white claws grabbed a vivid Welsh green dragon from the backpack, shook it several times in front of Fleur and stuffed it back into the backpack to prove that it was just a toy.

"Aren't you too boring?"

"Abe has been with me for six years, and it's only right to make a toy for him."

Sirius cried silently, thinking that he might as well live in a coffin, at least it wouldn't be so humiliating.

But when he thought that Harry was still waiting for him to protect him, he could only swallow his grievances.

"Where was I just now?"

"A murderer."

"Yes, a murderer entered Hogwarts openly and quietly, and even broke into the Gryffindor common room with a knife."

"Wasn't Sirius wrongly accused?" Fleur asked puzzled.

"We didn't know it at the time!" Aaron said, "Besides, because he transferred a group of Dementors to the Ministry of Magic, Harry Potter suffered greatly."

"You also know that in the fourth year, the Death Eaters sneaked into Hogwarts, replaced Professor Moody, and even secretly manipulated the Triwizard Tournament."

"That was quite dangerous." Fleur said with lingering fear, "The Dark Lord's resurrection ceremony was too terrifying. I almost thought I was going to die."

"It's a bit inaccurate to say that it was a resurrection ceremony, because Voldemort was not dead at that time, his soul was not completely annihilated, and that ceremony was just to reshape his body..."

At this point, Aaron was suddenly stunned, and he seemed to realize what he had overlooked.

The bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, the blood of his enemies... These materials are the key to Voldemort's resurrection, but the most important seems to be the blood of his enemies...

"Hiss! Not really!" Aaron murmured thoughtfully.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing." Aaron hurriedly changed the subject, "Voldemort was resurrected in the fourth year. If I hadn't been there, you guys might have died."

"But the fifth year was really outrageous. The Ministry of Magic actually sent Umbridge to be our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

That guy looks like a toad, and the key is that she doesn't teach anything. She just gives you a set of textbooks to study by yourself. After Dumbledore was forced to leave, she became more lawless. The new school rules she added to the students at that time were enough to cover a wall.

Then there was the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, and I was also made homeless by the conspiracy of the Black and White Demon Kings."

"Isn't it because of Hermione?" Fleur asked with a smile.

"That's only part of the reason, a very small part." Aaron said meaningfully, "In the sixth year, Malfoy brought the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, and the greatest white wizard of this century died in battle.

As for what will happen in the seventh year, I really don't dare to think about it!"

Fleur opened her mouth, her face became extremely wonderful, "Your school is really...too amazing, in comparison, our Beauxbatons is a bit too peaceful."

"Who said it wasn't!" Aaron smiled, "In short, Hogwarts will not be safe because of Dumbledore, nor will it become dangerous without Dumbledore.

It has never been safe, at least for these six years."

"Wait, if that's the case, then you can't go back "Holgzh." "This is not good, I have a reason to go back." Aaron said serious. "You don't have to worry about it. Furong said, "What can I do for you?" "Really." Aaron made a loud finger and took a thick drawing from a dark red magic array. "This is one of the things I want to do during this holiday. You will explain it with my uncle tomorrow." This idea "Aaron said crying and laughing." I took a day of the train and wanted to sleep well. You stayed here. "You..." Fleur snorted in displeasure, "Forget it, I won't joke with you anymore.

But Mr. Ollivander locked the door of the wand shop. He probably wants me to stay at your place tonight.

By the way, he also reminded me that you are an adult. What do you think?"

Aaron:......

My dear uncle, but you should at least ask my wishes!

"Well... I have a tent in my bag. You can stay there for one night!"

"You want me to stay in a tent?" Fleur suspected that she had heard it wrong, "Aren't men supposed to be gentlemanly?"

"It's because of your gentlemanly manners that I let you stay in a tent.

I added the traceless extension spell. The space inside is not small at all, and it has everything you need."

"Then it's still a tent!"

"I can stay in a tent, okay!" Aaron said helplessly.

"No, you should have a good rest!" Fleur stood up and walked towards Ollivander's Wand Shop, "A unlocking spell can solve it, there is no need to go through so much trouble."

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