Ministry of Magic Internal Bounty Notice

Before even reaching the door, Aaron could hear cheerful laughter coming from inside.

There was Ron's voice, and his two Fred and George's voice, but to his surprise, there seemed to be Harry Potter's voice in one of them.

Harry saw the figure outside the door and window, and suddenly stood up from his seat, asking in surprise, "Aaron, what are you doing here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron, George, and Fred all turned to look at the door.

Although they had a good impression of Aaron, he was, after all, a Slytherin, and it was somewhat surprising that he came without an invitation.

"Um... could you let me in before I answer that question?" Aaron said apologetically. "After all, it's not easy to come all this way, it's hundreds of miles away!"

The twins, George and Fred, exchanged a glance and opened the door before Harry and Ron could react.

"Please come in, please come in, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you, George."

One of the twin brothers paused for a moment, "You recognize me?"

"I didn't recognize him at first, but I do now."

"Actually, I'm George." The other twin brother pointed to himself and said with some grievance.

"Okay, Fred." Aaron said, then looked at Weasley, who had opened the door for him. "I understand, George."

The twin brothers looked at each other and shook their heads in unison, "It's boring."

"Aaron, are you here to visit the Burrow?" Harry asked.

"Not really, to be precise, I'm here to seek refuge," Aaron explained, then looked at Harry. "I'm actually quite surprised to see you here."

"Your uncle, aunt, and older cousin actually let you out? Do they have any conscience?"

"Of course not." Ron said indignantly, "You have no idea how miserable Harry's holiday was."

They didn't give him food and locked him in a small room with the windows sealed shut.

"There were locks all over the outside of the house; Vernon had at least a dozen on me," Harry added with a wry smile. "My status in that house was no different from that of a servant."

"So... you escaped too?" Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and his gaze toward Harry held a newfound seriousness and respect.

He had a flying vehicle, a Disillusionment Charm, a meticulous plan, and most importantly, the funds to escape, which allowed him to easily traverse hundreds of miles.

Harry had nothing, yet he still managed to achieve the same thing; it's truly remarkable.

"Also..." Harry raised an eyebrow, "So you also..."

"It's a long story." Aaron sat in a chair and sighed wistfully. "Life is tough!"

You might think your vacation is unbearable, but compared to mine, you'll know what true happiness is.

"It can't be that exaggerated!" Ron said with some skepticism. "You're treated like a young master. Would anyone in your family dare to bully you?"

"Yes, Butler Jeans, my dad had him sign me up for four tutoring classes."

Of course, this is nothing to me, just four courses, I can handle it.

But a tiny, minor mishap occurred, and the tutoring session took a tiny, tiny bit longer. "Aaron said, holding up his index finger and thumb, the gap between the two fingers seemingly infinite.

"To put it bluntly, I only got about six hours of sleep a day during this holiday."

"That's so mean!" Ron's eyes widened, his gaze full of suspicion. "Are you even his biological son?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Sleeping six hours a day will have some impact on the body, but it's easy for Warlock to make up for that loss."

To easily exploit my potential, Jeans went to extreme lengths, even painting me a picture that was utterly unattainable—it was incredibly greedy.

"This doesn't sound so bad," Harry murmured. "At least it's a little better than my uncle's family."

"Hehe!" Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "If you were in his shoes, you wouldn't think that way."

"Aaron, how did you escape?" George asked with interest. "We snatched Harry out in my dad's Flying Ford Anglia on his birthday."

Harry, Fred, and George exchanged a glance, a smile spreading across their faces. "That's a pretty good birthday present."

"Wait, were you brought out by them?"

"Yes! Even if I wanted to run away, I wouldn't have the ability."

Aaron pursed his lips, finding his previous thoughts laughable.

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Harry can't use magic, has no money, and it's already quite an achievement that he was able to leave that cage-like house. If he could cross half a country to visit the Burrow without anyone's help, that would be nothing short of a miracle.

"You guys did a really good job." Aaron rarely gave a thumbs up. "Who came up with this idea?"

"Hiding someone in a magical car in the Muggle world—if the Ministry of Magic catches him, Mr. Arthur's job is ruined. You guys could have solved this in a much gentler way."

"There's nothing we can do, we're just too worried." Ron shrugged. "I've written so many letters to Harry, and he hasn't replied to a single one."

Not just me, but Hermione, Hagrid...

Wait, you don't seem to have written a letter to Harry, do you?

We went through the Trapdoor together, didn't we? What happened to being friends?

Upon hearing this, Harry also realized what was happening, his eyes filled with a faint sense of resentment.

"Hey, hey, hey! This isn't my fault."

My holiday was worse than Harry's! I didn't have time to write letters!

Besides, even if I wrote it, given their family's personalities, the letter would never even reach him.

"It seems... to be true!"

A bitter smile crept across Harry's lips; he was even somewhat relieved Dobby had intercepted his letter.

Otherwise, any letters Ron and his men sent would definitely have to go through the Vernon' eyes first, and if there were any valuable items, such as gold coins, they would simply pocket them and leave him nothing.

If it's just a worthless ordinary letter, they'd probably just glance at it and burn it as firewood.

But if it's a notification from the Ministry of Magic, for example, that he can't use magic freely, then they'll be eager to show off.

To put it bluntly, it was less like sending a letter to him and more like sending a letter to the Vernon family; the fact that it eventually reached him was definitely not good news.

"Don't change the subject," Fred said with amusement. "You still haven't told me how you got out."

"You traveled so far all by yourself, you must have made careful preparations!" George asked with great interest.

"Oh, this!" Aaron scratched his head sheepishly. "Can I not tell you?"

"No!" the four of them said in unison.

"What perfect teamwork," Aaron thought to himself, then told them his escape plan.

Of course, the idea of riding a giant dragon was too exaggerated and not suitable for them to know, so he made some modifications to the details of the escape route. However, his modified plan was extremely similar to some people's ideas.

"That's amazing," George exclaimed. "You actually thought of hiding in the sewers to look for an opportunity; most people don't have that kind of courage."

"And traveling at night using Magic Carpet sounds even more interesting than our cars," Fred said. "By the way, can we see your Magic Carpet?"

These kinds of flying devices are rarely seen on the surface; some people have even categorized them as contraband.

"No problem." Aaron agreed without hesitation.

Suddenly, the door opened.

Mr. Weasley. Arthur Weasley appeared at the door with his wife Molly.

"Children, we're back!" Arthur announced loudly, then turned his gaze to Aaron. "Who are you?"

"Aaron Gaius, just call me Aaron," Aaron said politely.

Arthur and Molly exchanged a glance, their lips unconsciously curving upwards, and a strange glint appearing in their eyes.

This change in expression made Aaron feel a little guilty, because Abei did the same thing when he encountered someone who loved to eat vegetables.

"Um, sir," Harry introduced, "Aaron is a friend of Ron's and mine, from our time at Hogwarts ..."

"Sorry, Harry, please wait a moment." Arthur interrupted Harry Potter, then frantically searched his person for something.

He searched through all his pockets and finally pulled out a photograph from the inside pocket.

"Found it, this is it." Arthur excitedly glanced at his wife, then walked up to Aaron and carefully compared them. "That's right, it's not that it's very similar, but it's exactly the same."

"Sir, what... does this mean?"

"Aaron Gaius, it came to me without any effort!" Arthur exclaimed, only then noticing that his three children and Harry Potter were all looking at him blankly.

Why are you all looking at me?

"No, Dad, it's just that your behavior is too unusual," Ron said. "You weren't this excited when Harry came."

"What do you know? Weasley has hit the jackpot this time." Arthur picked up the photo. "Just half an hour before I got off work, the Ministry of Magic suddenly issued a special wanted notice with a validity period of only two days."

A bounty is offered for the capture of a twelve-year-old boy, Aaron Gaius, who must be captured alive and not harmed in the slightest.

A reward of two weeks' Gold Galleon be offered for any information about him; a reward of one week's worth of Gold Galleon will be offered for any information about his exact location; and a reward of one Gold Galleon will be offered for any information about finding him and safely returning him to the Ministry of Magic.

With this money, we won't have to worry about anything this year or even next year. Our family can buy a whole new set of furniture, Wand, textbooks, clothes, and even take a high-class family trip.

Aaron:...

This is very embarrassing.