Timely Completion of the Strategic Retreat

"Forget it!" Aaron smiled and declined Draco's offer. "I've played hide-and-seek with him a lot before, but he always manages to find me."

"If I don't increase the distance, I won't be confident I can escape."

Draco's expression became somewhat unnatural upon hearing this. "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"It's that exaggerated. I seriously suspect they cast a spell on me, but I don't know."

Aaron walked out the door, then suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Draco. "Jeans will be here in a little while. Pretend you don't know anything and just pretend I'm a guest."

Don't say anything unnecessary, just let him see the note on the table.

Also, if you speak alone, you're bound to give yourself away a little, so it's best to have your parents cooperate.

"I understand," Draco said, half-laughing and half-crying. "Where are you going next? Do you need my help?"

"No need, you can't help anyway."

"You underestimate me! The Malfoy Warlock world and the Muggle wizarding world still have some influence."

"Really?" A playful look appeared on Aaron's face. "I'm planning to go to the Weasley. Are you sure you can get any influence with that family?"

"Weasley?" Draco paused for a few seconds, wondering if he had misheard.

"Wait, are you sure you mean Weasley? The Weasley I'm thinking of?"

Aaron nodded, without denying it.

Draco exploded like a powder keg, "No, you can go anywhere, but not there, absolutely not there."

"Um... I know the Malfoy family and the Weasley family don't get along very well, but Gaius and the Weasley don't have any grudges between them."

And no one would have imagined I'd go to Malfoy's archenemy's house; it was my best refuge at the moment.

Draco took a deep breath. He could hear Aaron's determination, but he still wanted to try to stop him.

Otherwise, it would be awkward for a guest from the Malfoy family to go to the Weasley family, especially since that person is his best friend.

"Weasley might not take you in, and you definitely won't be comfortable there."

That family was extremely poor. Forget about having a decent guest room; you'd probably have trouble even sharing a bed with them.

Also, the food there is a problem; it's a miracle the Weasley can even feed their entire family.

Aaron chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm not that dramatic."

Moreover, I had thought of this before I ran away and had prepared some things.

To be honest, all I want is a safe haven to get through these next couple of days; I don't really care about the conditions.

"Aaron, do you... do you really have to go there?"

"Unless there is a safer place, the Burrow is the best option."

"So you're saying you wouldn't go there if there were a safer place, right?" Draco asked hesitantly, looking troubled. "Actually, Malfoy Manor is quite large, and it has several Secret Chamber..."

"Stop talking." Aaron immediately interrupted Draco, his expression becoming extremely serious. He was afraid that if he listened any further, it would involve the Malfoy family's secrets.

Moreover, he now has a psychological aversion to Secret Chamber. The Secret Chamber in his house left him with extremely vivid memories, and just thinking about them makes him want to cry.

"Don't mention your family's Secret Chamber to outsiders in the future."

"Hmm..." Draco said dismissively, "It's just a cleared-out Secret Chamber, it shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"That won't work either." Aaron shook his head seriously. "The reason why Secret Chamber is a secret Secret Chamber is because it hides secrets."

Secrets can be big or small, but since they are secrets, they must be kept.

"Alright!" Draco shrugged, saying helplessly, "Looks like I can't persuade you otherwise, but thankfully you'll only be staying there for two days at most."

If you've been wronged in any way, you must tell me when you go back to school, and I'll get revenge for you.

Aaron couldn't help but chuckle. "Don't take things so seriously. The atmosphere at the Weasley family is probably much more relaxed."

Besides, I've never been one to compromise. Even if I've been wronged, it's not your place to avenge me.

After saying that, Aaron picked up Abei and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute." Draco stopped Aaron and handed him his Nimbus 2001. "You're not planning to walk hundreds of kilometers on foot, are you?"

"Don't worry, I have a Magic Carpet."

"But the speed of the Flying Carpet..."

"Direction is far more important than speed," Aaron said meaningfully, then walked out of Draco's sight.

However, he didn't go far. After turning a corner, he put Abei down.

"Do you smell anyone else?"

Abei shook his head and muttered, "No, there are only the two of us here."

"That's good."

Aaron took out the remaining Invisibility Potion, preparing to use it all at once.

But when he opened the bottle, he suddenly remembered something and regretfully put the medicine away.

He has now learned the Disillusionment Charm and can become invisible anytime, anywhere.

But magic requires Warlock to cast it. Without Warlock, or Warlock has no magic power, the Potions will play a crucial role. So it's best to keep this half-bottle of Invisibility Potion for when you need it.

Aaron glanced at Abei, who had changed her clothes, stretched out his finger, and silently recited the Disillusionment Charm spell.

A moment later, Abei's body became transparent, and then he cast the same magic on himself.

This was Aaron's first time using the Disillusionment Charm, but he was quite satisfied with the effect. It blended in with the environment, and most people wouldn't be able to tell it was there.

Moreover, with his current Magical Energy and control over the Disillusionment Charm, he can remain invisible for a long time at a time, which is no less effective than drinking Invisibility Potion.

Aaron glanced at the increasingly faint Magic Array on the back of his hand, jumped onto Abei's back, and pointed it in a direction.

The Holy Dragon immediately spread its wings and flew at high speed towards the Burrow.

About twenty minutes after they left, Jeans also flew to the gates of the Malfoy Manor.

He stretched out his right hand, and the Magic Broom was put away.

He quickly straightened the corners of his clothes, which had been ruffled by the high-speed flight, and rang the doorbell.

A moment later, Dobby the House Elf came over and opened the door.

Dobby glanced at Jeans and asked respectfully, "Sir, what brings you to the Malfoy Manor?"

"Yes, I'm here to find someone."

However, before this..."Jeans took out his Wand and cast Cleaning Charm on the House-elf.

"Scouring Charm!"

A bunch of soap bubbles sprayed out from Dobby's dirty clothes, and after the spell's effect wore off, the tattered clothes, which looked like a rag, turned light white.

"I'm sorry!" Dobby was so excited that he lowered his head in embarrassment. "Dobby finished washing the dishes and hasn't had time to tidy up his clothes yet. Please don't mind, esteemed guest."

"I don't mind, many House Elf are like that," Jeans said casually, then looked down at Dobby with a meaningful gaze. "Your name Dobby, right?"

I want you to answer one question honestly: were there any guests visiting Malfoy Manor yesterday?

"Guest?"

"Hmm... maybe my description is not accurate.

He was a twelve-year-old boy, about 1.6 meters tall, and unsurprisingly, he also had a White Cat dressed in clothes with him.

"This..." Dobby wanted to ask Aaron for help, but he was very conflicted and didn't know how to say it.

According to the House-elf, although Aaron's words were somewhat intimidating, he was one of the few kind, tolerant, and good people he had ever met, and someone worthy of his protection.

He didn't know this smiling man in front of him. What if he had some bad intentions?

"Alright, that's enough," Jeans said calmly. "You've already answered my question after your hesitation. It seems that Young Master Aaron is indeed here."

"Young Master Aaron...?" Dobby looked bewildered and asked with some doubt, "Mr. Aaron is your young master?"

"Yes, I came here specifically to bring the young master to the Malfoy family," Jeans explained. "Take me inside first! I need to greet the Malfoy family and bring the young master along."

"Okay, this way please."

Dobby led Jeans to the main hall on the first floor of the castle. "Sir, please wait a moment. The messenger will be here soon."

"There's no rush."

Jeans waved his hand. Now that he was here, it was like catching a turtle in a jar; the young master was definitely not going to escape.

Just then, a piece of paper on the table caught his attention.

Jeans felt a strange unease creeping into his heart; this scene seemed vaguely familiar!

Curious, he went over to take a look. At first glance, it was the young master's handwriting. He was sure it was Malfoy Manor; he hadn't gone to the wrong place.

But after carefully reading the line above, his face darkened, and he couldn't help but slam his hand on the table.

A loud slapping sound rang out, Dobby.

"This is too much, and too... willful."

"Guest, are you alright?"

Jeans rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly hopeless. Looking at the words written on the paper, "You thought of me a few hours later than I did," a bitter smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Is this considered a provocation? Or is it an open and blatant act of provocation?

He finally found the right place, but he was still a step too late.

The only consolation was that this note once again proved Aaron's abilities, and that the Gaius family indeed had a worthy successor.