Chapter 573 How many girlfriends do you have? Hogwarts was never safe (1/2)

Chapter 573 How many girlfriends do you have? Hogwarts was never safe

King's Cross platform.

Aaron carried his backpack and walked out of the platform with 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 Klea.

"Miss Klea, you came 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 angrily, "I just need your help with something."

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Jeans's mouth, "I'm sorry to have to obey."

"Listen to me first." Aaron rolled his eyes and took out a brocade box from his backpack, "Help me give this to Ancestor Alger.

This is the forging material he wants. It is the best of the best that I managed to obtain with great difficulty. It can definitely meet his conditions.

I'm just asking you to help deliver a treasure, and I'm not asking for half a galleung from home, so it's not a violation of the rules.

If you don't agree, I think Klea will also help me. "

"If that's the case, it's no problem." Genes nodded slightly and put the brocade box away, "Master, take care, the road you will take after Dumbledore's death will be full of thorns."

"You don't need to remind me."

Genes shrugged, sent Klea into the car, and drove away without looking back.

"The world is so cold!

Abe, you won't abandon me, right? Aaron patted Abe's faucet with emotion, and then found a taxi to take him to the area near the Leaky Cauldron.

The resurrection of the Dark Lord caused the business of the Leaky Cauldron to be quite deserted. Seeing someone come in, the boss Tom had a rare smile on his face.

“Master Gaius, what would you like to drink?

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

"No, I've rested long enough on the train." Aaron waved his hand and walked across the bar to the small patio surrounded by walls.

He waved his wand casually, turning the front wall into an illusion, and then walked straight through into Diagon Alley.

The situation here is worse than last year. Many shops in the entire alley have been closed, and there are even two companies that are packing up their things overnight. Perhaps Dumbledore's death has made them panic, and it may be safer to move to other countries. .

In comparison, the business in Knockturn Alley next door is booming. There are piles of dark wizards going back and forth, and the passenger flow has increased by at least 30%.

"Has the chaos reached this level?" Sirius in Aaron's backpack looked solemn, "Even at the peak of the Dark Lord's power more than ten years ago, Diagon Alley would not have closed so many stores."

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

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

Walking through the depressed street, Aaron came to his small shop. Surprisingly, the lights in his shop were still on.

"Be careful, it might be a Death Eater." Sirius became alert. Aaron had been expelled from the family now, and there was no one to help take care of his shop.

"Can you stop being suspicious?" Aaron held his forehead and shook his head. "The biggest thing you and Harry have in common is that we both like to worry about things and think about things in the worst direction."

"But..." Sirius was about to explain something when he saw a white shadow passing in front of his eyes.

Abe rushed directly to the counter and took out a dinner plate from below. Inside was his favorite roast chicken. It still exuded a strong aroma. It was obviously just cooked not long ago.

"Welcome back." Fleur walked out of the store, "I did a simple cleaning and made some French dishes. Although it's not as good as what you made, it's still good for my stomach."

"Should I say thank you at this time?" Aaron smiled.

"Give me a kiss as a thank you gift." Fleur smiled.

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

Sirius' eyes widened in astonishment, "Your uncle, how many girlfriends do you have?"

"There are three at the moment. As for the future...it depends on my mood!"

Aaron responded unceremoniously in dragon language. He once believed that his love would be "if you want to win the heart of one person, we will never be separated until we grow old", but the plan has not kept up with the change, and there is nothing unacceptable about being a scumbag.

In the beginning, his family valued the continuation of the bloodline too much. When he was twelve or thirteen years old, his parents prepared a list of blind dates for him, and he was constantly urged to do so.

Later, he didn't even know when his admiration for Hermione turned into liking him, so much so that he was expelled from the family because she violated the ancestral teachings.

Later, his childhood sweetheart Clea fell from the sky. He had to admit that appearance was still very important in this age of looking at faces. An angel who had always liked him came to him. If he could still turn a blind eye, would he still be considered a man?

As for Fleur, perhaps their fate was already destined during the Triwizard Tournament. This woman who was three years older than him really felt sorry for people.

Again and again, and again, and again, since there are already three, he will not be surprised if there is a fourth or a fifth in the future. Who gives him nowhere to put his damn charm!

He can only guarantee that he truly loves every girl. What does that sentence say? 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 closure 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's meal was quite elegant. As for Abei, he threw his image on the ground, picked up the roast chicken and ate it without any image, and soon left a pile of bones on the plate.

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 a home but cannot go back 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 No. "

"Why?"

"I can't hide forever. I signed a contract with Voldemort. He can't attack me before Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore die. Otherwise, just based on the attraction of my blood to him, Harry Potter will have to stand aside." 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.

"Are you too boring?"

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

Sirius shed tears 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 puzzledly.

"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..."

Speaking of this, Aaron suddenly froze for a moment, 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 end, 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 the past six years." "Wait, if that's the case, then you can't "This is not possible to go back to Hogz. 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. Do you have any feelings?"

Aaron:......

You are my 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 is 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 is 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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