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Aaron emerged from Ollivander's Wand Shop with a smug look on his face.

As he had wished, he had obtained two wands from Uncle: one pure white, made of Grapevine Wood and Unicorn hair; the other pure black, made of Yew Wood and Dragon Nerve.

"Uncle Jeans, this is what it means to be exceptionally talented. Do you believe now that I can reach Archmage level before graduation?" Aaron said proudly.

"This... forgive my bluntness, but the Magical World has never lacked talented wizards.

"This can only prove that you are ahead of some people. But the road ahead is often full of uncertainty."

"Tch, what a killjoy. Can't you say something nice to make me happy?"

"No. Honest advice is often unpleasant to hear." Jeans smiled faintly. "Next, you should buy your uniform.

"We can just go pick it up. I gave Madam Malkin your measurements two weeks ago. I trust she has already prepared everything for you."

Aaron patted Abei's little head. "Uncle Jeans, although I don't want to ask this, did you prepare clothes for Abei?"

"It?" Jeans looked at the Young Dragon in Aaron's arms and silently recalled the little fellow's wardrobe. His cheek twitched slightly. "It won't need any!

"The Master and Madam are quite fond of it. They prepared more than twenty outfits for it—five or six for every season of the year.

"Honestly, once you go to school, you may not even have as many clothes as it does.

"Besides, Madam Malkin probably doesn't make clothes for pets!"

"Is that so?"

Abei nodded vigorously. More than twenty outfits were already enough. Any more, and its tiny body really wouldn't be able to wear them all.

"Fine, then. Let's go collect the clothes first," Aaron said.

Two minutes later, the two entered Madam Malkin's Robes.

The moment they entered, a plump woman in purple robes broke into a smile. "I thought you weren't coming!"

"How could we not? Without a uniform, Hogwarts might not even let me in."

"Our little boss has reached school age already." Madam Malkin smiled, then had a Witch fetch Aaron's clothes: three black Plain Work Robes, a black Plain Pointed Hat for daytime wear, a pair of Protective Gloves, and a Winter Cloak.

"I've sewn your name tags onto all the clothes.

"Would you like to try them on first?"

"That won't be necessary. I trust this shop's craftsmanship one hundred percent." Aaron smiled and held out his hands to receive the large pile of clothes, then casually handed them to the Butler beside him.

At that moment, a little girl in black wizarding robes walked out from the back of the shop. She had thick brown hair, and confidence radiated from every inch of her like a proud white swan.

"This little girl is also a new Hogwarts student. Shall I introduce you two?" Madam Malkin teased.

"Well..." Aaron raised an eyebrow. Just as he was about to greet this future classmate, he saw her walk straight over.

But she was not coming for him. She directly picked up Abei from the floor. "So cute."

Aaron was instantly dumbfounded. Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

Three enormous question marks seemed to float over Aaron's head. That made no sense! He was a dignified Young Master, yet a pet had stolen his spotlight.

"Uh... I have something to do, so I'll be leaving first." Madam Malkin looked slightly embarrassed, her plump face flushing faintly.

Jeans involuntarily covered his mouth, clearly struggling terribly to hold back his laughter.

"Ahem!" Aaron looked at the girl with a stern expression. "While I appreciate your good taste, picking up someone's pet without the owner's permission seems a little rude, doesn't it?"

The girl froze, and her ears turned a shade of red. "Sorry, I thought this kitten didn't have an owner."

Aaron did not know whether to laugh or cry. "If you have that thought again next time, please check whether it's wearing clothes first. No matter how you look at it, Abei has nothing to do with a stray cat."

"So its name is Abei!"

"That isn't important. What's important is whether you can return it to me first."

The girl looked at the "kitten" in her arms and was suddenly reluctant to let it go.

"Forget it. If you want to hold it, then hold it a while longer." Aaron spoke helplessly. She was a future classmate, after all, and the one being held had not voiced any objections. On the contrary, it looked thoroughly pleased.

"You're going to Hogwarts too, right?"

"Yes. School starts in three days." The girl spoke excitedly, then held out her right hand to the rather handsome boy before her. "Nice to meet you. I'm Hermione Granger."

"Aaron Gaius." Aaron shook her hand, then suddenly thought of something and opened his eyes a little wider. "What did you say your name was?"

"Hermione Granger. Is there a problem?"

"No, of course not." Aaron smiled. He had never expected to meet the female lead before school started, and he had not been mentally prepared at all.

"Did you come to Diagon Alley alone?"

"No, my parents came too. I'm waiting for them here.

"They're curious about this place, so they're still wandering around everywhere."

"I see." Aaron nodded. In his memories, Hermione had been born into a Muggle Family. It was only natural that her parents would be curious about the Magical World, which they had never known existed.

"Then have you finished buying your school supplies?"

"I've bought everything else. All I'm missing now is a Wand." Hermione spoke expectantly.

Aaron knew that look well. He had been just as excited when he stood outside Uncle's shop earlier, but looking back on it now, he found it a little embarrassing.

After all, that look of someone who had never seen the world really was not something a pampered Young Master like him ought to display.

"When you go to buy your Wand, mention my name. The owner should give you a bit of a discount."

"Really?" Hermione looked surprised.

"Of course it's true." Aaron said with certainty. He did not know whether Uncle would sell one at cost, but he could at least offer some sort of discount for Aaron's sake.

It was not just Ollivander's. With Aaron's three years of connections in Diagon Alley, he received the same treatment at other shops as well.

What a pity. If Hermione had met him earlier, she might have saved a small sum on her school supplies.

"Then I'll trust you this once. Just don't lie to me!"

"Absolutely not." Aaron assured her solemnly.

Though he still wanted to chat with Hermione for a while longer, a man and a woman entered through the door after they had exchanged only a few words.

"Dad, Mom." Hermione briefly greeted her parents.

"Hermione, who is this?" Hermione's father asked.

"My name is Aaron. I'm going to be her classmate." Aaron spoke politely.

Hermione nodded and reluctantly returned the white "kitten" in her arms to Aaron. "It was nice meeting you, Aaron. Now I have to go buy a Wand. See you in three days."

"Alright. See you in three days."

The two groups left Madam Malkin's Robes one after the other and headed in different directions.

More than ten minutes later, Aaron and Gaius collected the books they had ordered. Then they visited the Cauldron shop and the apothecary, buying the rest of their instruments and equipment from those two stores.

On the way back, they passed a shop that sold Magic Brooms. Aaron glanced inside with interest and saw a Nimbus 2000 resting quietly in the display case, waiting for its owner.

"Does Young Master want one?" Jeans asked.

Aaron nodded, then shook his head. "I'm just somewhat interested. Not interested enough to buy it.

"Besides, first-year students aren't allowed to bring their own Flying Broomsticks. There's no point in buying one."

"I don't see it that way. Hogwarts also has flying lessons. There's nothing wrong with trying out a Magic Broom during these three days before school starts."

"I'll pass. Magic Brooms aren't really suited to me." Aaron said. There was still a Magic Carpet in his system shop that he had not bought yet. Wasn't that far better than a broom?