A Deja Vu of Having Nowhere to Go

Life's slaps are so loud, so unexpected.

One second Aaron was gloating over his successful strategic retreat and his clever outmaneuver of Jeans Butler, but he never expected to see a wanted poster of himself the next second. It was a complete shock.

Arthur, a member of the Weasley family, was used to living a life of poverty. He looked at Aaron as if he were looking at a mountain of gold, and his eyes even flashed with the symbol of money from time to time.

Aaron chuckled awkwardly and quickly lowered his head, avoiding eye contact with him.

That's incredibly mean, absolutely outrageous! It's downright utterly despicable.

It's just running away from home, why make such a fuss about it and take it all the way to the Ministry of Magic?

The foreign players they found are way too outrageous. Are they just too lazy to play this game?

"Aaron, you..." Ron swallowed hard, a forced smile appearing on his lips. "I didn't expect you to be so valuable."

"A thousand Gold Galleons!" Fred laughed. "I've never seen so much money in my life."

"If we sell you, we could renovate our house." George looked at Aaron. "Why don't you take pity on us?"

Aaron's lips twitched involuntarily; he could actually detect a hint of attraction in those words.

Are you kidding me? I pity you, but who pities me?!

Having finally escaped from home and narrowly avoided the danger, they were unexpectedly sent to their doom in the second half of the game. It's truly pathetic, laughable, and lamentable.

"Um...you're not really planning to hand Aaron over to the Ministry of Magic, are you?" Harry Potter asked somewhat awkwardly. "He saved me and Ron."

George and Fred exchanged a glance and smiled in unison, "We were just saying it casually to set the mood."

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his gaze to Arthur and Molly.

In the Weasley family, the children have a certain say, but the real decision-making power lies with the parents.

"Haha!" Arthur sat down opposite Aaron and said in a very friendly tone, "Don't be so nervous, we do know a little about your name."

Harry, Ron, George, Fred, Percy, and even Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, have all mentioned you.

I just couldn't help myself. You know, it's not common for something to fall from the sky, especially such a big one.

"I understand, I understand." Aaron forced a smile. "But I'm still quite scared, after all, a thousand Gold Galleons is no small sum."

"Who says otherwise!" Molly said with a regretful look. "If only you hadn't saved Ron, we wouldn't have felt any guilt about handing you over."

"What?" Ron stared at his father in astonishment. He had previously thought that Aaron wasn't his biological son, but now he felt like he was the one who had been adopted.

"Just kidding." Molly glanced at Ron. "I just wanted to say that Weasley wouldn't betray his friends."

Even if you hadn't saved Ron and Harry, we wouldn't have reported a twelve-year-old to the Ministry of Magic, since you hadn't done anything wrong.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, but whether he truly believed it or not was something only he knew.

"Well... let's get back to the point." Arthur rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Aaron, why did you run away from home?"

Of course, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I still hope you can satisfy my curiosity.

After all, this is no small matter. Your family even pulled strings with the Ministry of Magic and issued an internal bounty in order to find you as soon as possible.

You'd better not wander around aimlessly right now; many Ministry of Magic employees see you as a potential source of a hefty bonus and a year-end performance indicator.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's smile grew even more bitter.

He had initially felt that the Burrow was no longer safe and planned to secretly find another place to move, but now it seemed that whether he wanted to or not, he could not leave here for the time being.

Once this bounty is posted, he will be targeted as soon as he shows his face.

He'd rather surrender than be hunted down; at least that would be more dignified.

Thinking this, Aaron showed the calluses on his hands to the group of people, and then said in a serious tone, "Although it may seem unbelievable, the tutoring classes my family enrolled me in were just like this... cruel."

This kind of life had been going on for almost two months, and I finally couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away.

The group exchanged glances, all feeling a pang of sympathy for Aaron.

Arthur touched his receding red hair and comforted Yu, "That's understandable. If it were me, I probably would have run away too."

The one who touched me the most was Harry Potter. He suffered a lot of grievances and bullying from the Dursley family, but even they had never treated him so cruelly.

"Poor child," Molly sighed.

Arthur gave his wife a hug, then turned to look at Aaron, "You can stay here for the next couple of days!"

However, let me make this clear first: our family's circumstances are not comparable to those of you wealthy families, so..."

"It's alright, I'm not that dramatic." Aaron waved his hand dismissively, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "To be honest, I actually stayed at the Malfoy Manor for a day before I came here."

"What?"

Everyone exclaimed in unison, their faces filled with astonishment.

"Perhaps I'm mistaken," Ron said. "Do I misunderstand that Malfoy?"

"Lucius Malfoy?" Arthur was incredulous.

Aaron nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"I know you and Draco are on good terms, so why did you think of going to their house first?"

"That family is just plain annoying," Ron said unhappily, while Harry and the Weasley twins beside him nodded in strong agreement.

"Since I was planning to flee, I made certain plans."

I definitely can't stay at relatives' houses, nor can I stay at Muggle- world hotels or other crowded and chaotic places.

That leaves only my classmate's house. As for why I chose Malfoy Manor first, there's only one reason: their house is closer.

I know this might be hard for Weasley to accept, but I think it's better to be clear about things to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings later.

"That's true." George said thoughtfully. "After all, we and Malfoy both go to Hogwarts, so we see each other every day."

"Um... well, if I may ask, since you stayed at the Malfoy Manor for a day, what's their situation like..." Arthur said somewhat awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley."

Although I have stayed at the Malfoy Manor, I am well aware that my status is merely that of a guest.

"Beat it!"

Arthur was somewhat disappointed. He had originally wanted to ask Aaron Malfoy if they had any contraband, since he had been wanting to make Lucius suffer for quite some time.

It seems that this opportunity has passed, so the guest and the host should naturally behave themselves and not know what they should or cannot know.

However, precisely because of this, Arthur's opinion of Aaron improved considerably. Although Aaron was a Slytherin, he seemed to understand things quite well.

"Aaron," Harry suddenly asked, "Have you ever encountered a House-elf in the Malfoy family? Dressed in tattered clothes, and punishing himself from time to time."

"Dobby?"

"It's him! It really is Malfoy!" Harry said indignantly. "How despicable! Malfoy doesn't want me to go to Hogwarts."

"I've heard some of what happened, and I've already criticized Dobby," Aaron said. "He knows he was wrong, and he said it was for your sake."

Harry opened his mouth, but said nothing more.

Dobby seemed Dobby him, but his identity dictated that he could not disobey his master's orders, and his master happened to be Malfoy.

"Ahem!" Molly coughed. "Our guests have come all this way, we're not here for you to ask all sorts of questions."

"Fred, George, Ron, do we have anywhere else to stay?"

The three brothers were stunned for a moment, exchanged glances, and a hint of embarrassment appeared on their faces.

"It seems that's all." Ron looked at Aaron with a hint of disapproval. "We never expected you to come."

Harry and I are sharing a room, Fred and George are sharing a room, my parents are sharing a room, Percy's room is used for work and can't fit a second person, so Ginny is the only one left..."

"Ron Weasley!" Molly suddenly yelled, "Do you know what you just said?"

Her eyes seemed to blaze with fire, and her fierce aura instantly erupted in the crowded living room.

Aaron could clearly feel everyone, including Harry Potter, tremble involuntarily. Sure enough, when a woman is angry, she is second only to a Tibetan Mastiff in terms of danger!

"Mom, Mom, let me finish," Ron said, his voice trembling. "Ginny is our youngest sister, so you definitely can't have her room."

The flames of anger gradually subsided. Mrs. Weasley glared at Ron, then turned to Aaron and gave him an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, child, how about... we build you a small hut temporarily?"

Arthur's carport was pretty good; I'd disliked it for a long time, and after dismantling it, all the materials were readily available.

Arthur Weasley:...

"This is somewhat..." Arthur began, but then saw the flickering flame in Molly's eyes and decisively chose to follow his heart. "This is a very good suggestion, I have no objection."