Free Dinners Wouldn't Be Supplied Forever

Abei touched the empty pockets of his clothes, his longan eyes seemed to lose their color, and he sobbed as he wiped away tears.

All the treasures I've accumulated since birth are gone just like that. The problem is, the ones who stole them were my own owners. I can't even get revenge. There's nothing more frustrating in the world.

Aaron was incredibly grateful that he had previously cast a soundproofing spell on the dormitory; if this sound had escaped, his reputation would have been ruined.

The Thought Form stared at the pockets of the clothes it had stripped from the Dragon Cub, its eyes widening involuntarily.

It took him a few seconds to recover from his surprise. He looked at the pitiful little dragon Dragon Cub with astonishment, then solemnly handed the clothes in his hand to the main body, as if they were some priceless treasure.

"Take a look for yourself! Be prepared."

We underestimated it before; this guy is a thousand times better than a hamster at hoarding food.

Aaron was somewhat skeptical, thinking it was a prank by the Thought Form.

But he only opened the pocket and glanced inside before standing there, stunned, feeling the contents of his hands become incredibly heavy.

It has everything, all kinds of ingredients: things that fly in the sky, things that run on the ground, things that swim in the water, as well as all kinds of fresh vegetables and snacks, piled up to a height of more than ten meters, enough for everyone in Hogwarts to have a feast for a week.

What's even more outrageous is that he actually saw two complete sets of kitchen utensils inside. I really don't know how Abei managed to stuff those two pots inside.

It can't cook, so who is it meant for?

"Heh!" Aaron picked up the lifeless-eyed Abei and said breathlessly, "You really know how to enjoy life! You even prepared pots and pans for me."

"That's enough, put it down!" the Thought Form gently advised. "It's fortunate that it has stockpiled so much food. It can solve the food problem for the next few years, not just for this holiday."

Hearing this, Abei felt incredibly wronged, but seeing its owner's dark face, it suppressed the urge to wail loudly.

Aaron sighed, put it on the table, and asked in a cold voice, "Jeans urges you to lose weight every day, these certainly didn't come from home."

So... let me explain!

Abei poked his index finger together, trying to look cute while weakly explaining, "I occasionally go to the Hogwarts Kitchen."

Damn! The case is solved.

Aaron rolled his eyes. "I knew it! Why are you gaining weight?"

"I'm still a baby, I need nutrition."

"Baby?" The Thought Form raised an eyebrow playfully. "You mean to say you're a baby?"

Abei hesitated for a moment, "I'm still a child, I need..."

"Stop!" Aaron said, his face dark. "Aren't you worried about being found out?"

"No way." Abei straightened his back confidently. "I only take a little bit at a time, and I've never made a mistake."

"Is this something to be proud of?" Aaron said with a wry smile. "I really regret not listening to Jeans and giving you a Egg School."

Don't steal food from the kitchen again, or I'll make you experience what it's like to go hungry for three days straight.

Abei nodded weakly, "But I really did get it a few times occasionally."

Aaron frowned slightly and exchanged a glance with the Thought Form.

They could all tell that Abei wasn't lying, but after only a few visits to the kitchen, it was clear that they couldn't possibly have stored that much stock.

So the question is, how was this small mountain of food piled up?

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Aaron and the Thought Form both became serious.

They knew their own Dragon Cub well; it was strong in combat and intelligent, but sometimes it was just too much. If they hadn't kept a close eye on it, it might have been kidnapped with a lollipop.

The fact that someone has given it so much food suggests that their intentions are even greater.

"Tell me the truth, how did you manage to accumulate such a mountain?"

Abei hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps back, feeling somewhat guilty.

"This is important," the Thought Form said in a deep voice. "We need to make sure no one is after you, and that they might also be after us."

Abei nodded thoughtfully, then struggled to extend a paw and point at the room in the common lounge.

Aaron frowned. "Is this person Slytherin?"

Abei nodded, but quickly shook his head. "It's not just one, it's a group."

Every time I come here at night, I take a walk around the common lounge. Many people see me and try to give me things, and I can't stop them.

And as the number of people increased, so did the amount of stuff they put in.

Aaron and Thought Form looked at each other, their cheeks twitching incessantly.

I underestimated this guy's charm. Being cute comes with its own set of privileges!

There are over a hundred people in Slytherin House, so even if only a portion of them feed it, it doesn't seem too difficult to accumulate this much food.

If you run out of funds to escape in the future, just release it; when you come back, you'll definitely reap a huge reward.

The idea was feasible, but it was extinguished the moment it appeared in Aaron's mind.

It's okay to do poorly, but there's a limit to how bad you can be.

He was still confident in himself and believed he wouldn't end up having to rely on pets for a living.

Just as Aaron was silently setting a goal for himself, the Thought Form suddenly realized something, "You should be with your main body every day, where do you find the time to wander around outside?"

Abei snorted and crossed his arms, saying, "Master never stops writing or drawing, so I went for a walk because I was bored."

Upon hearing this, Aaron and the Thought Form gave an awkward yet impolite smile.

I was so engrossed in my studies that I neglected Abei, and I didn't even notice it had left the dormitory.

"We apologize to you."

"I won't pursue this matter any further, let's leave it at that!" Aaron shrugged, picked up Abei, and dressed it in its new clothes. "But this is a one-time exception. Even if you can make a living with your looks, free meals aren't unlimited."

Abei nodded as if he understood, then stared thoughtfully at the piece of clothing that had been pulled off his clothes.

"I can't return this to you for now. We'll have to live on these during the Summer Holiday," Thought Form comforted her. "But don't worry, you'll still see this mountain of food when you go back to school, it might just have shrunk by a meter or two."

Abei scratched his head and yanked his old clothes over with one paw.

It stretched out its two paws and rummaged around in the pocket, but after a while it seemed to have caught nothing.

Abei got a little anxious and buried his head in the hole a few seconds later.

A moment later, it took a silver pot out of its pocket and excitedly placed it on the floor.

"This... isn't quite appropriate!"

Aaron was both amused and exasperated, thinking that Abei wanted him to cook a meal before he would forgive him.

Although he had received direct instruction from Salks Gaius and was proficient in magical cooking, this was, after all, a dormitory, not a kitchen.

Moreover, there were at least a dozen Slytherin in the common room, and he wasn't brave enough to cook in that environment.

"How about this!" the Thought Form suggested. "You can stay at Hogwarts with me. During holidays, you can set up this pot in the common room, and I promise to fatten you up."

"Don't even think about it." Aaron decisively pulled Abei into his arms and said without breathing, "It's already fat enough. Although you can't tell from its appearance, don't tell me you can't feel its heavy weight."

"And Vico and the others won't be at ease if they don't see this Dragon Cub when they return."

"The image is the same!" The Thought Form gave Abei a helpless look. "It seems that it's not very Reality Stone to expect you to stay at Hogwarts with me."

Abei shook his head blankly, slowly opened the pot lid, and envelopes of various colors burst out, creating a colorful rain shower in the room.

Upon seeing this, Aaron suddenly had a the Grim feeling.

He nervously picked up one of the letters, opened it with bated breath, and saw a heart-shaped pattern.

Wortefa...

Aaron was struck dumb. Without even glancing at the rest, he threw the love letter away as if his hand were on fire.

The Thought Form picked up one of the letters, and after reading it, her face turned red and then white. It took her a while to come back to her senses.

"How could this happen?" Aaron was stunned, feeling that life was full of shocks.

I've lived for thirteen years and never experienced anything this exciting. Voldemort is much cuter than these envelopes scattered all over the ground.

"Explain yourself." The Thought Form looked at Abei, its face solemn. "You must explain this clearly. This is very serious, ten thousand times more terrifying than Voldemort's resurrection."

Abei once again performed the act of poking each other with his index fingers, stammering as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"If you don't make it clear, your pockets will be emptied every month, no, every week," Aaron said with a stern face.

Abei felt an unprecedented anger emanating from the girls, and he shuddered in terror. "It's those girls from the girls' schools, they have them every year."

For every letter I received on behalf of someone, they would prepare three times the amount of snacks for me. At first, I was quite resistant, but...

Snap! ×2.

Aaron and the Thought Form slapped their foreheads in unison, both feeling angry at Abei for his lack of ambition.

We miscalculated. We guarded day and night, but it's impossible to guard against a dragon in one's own home!

It's obvious that this guy couldn't resist the temptation, otherwise that mountain of snacks wouldn't be so high.

"I was wondering why things had been so much calmer than last semester. I thought the Secret Chamber incident had everyone on edge!" Aaron murmured bitterly, "I was overthinking it. How did I end up raising such a troublesome little Dragon Cub like you?"

Can you just accept a girl's love letter like that? Looking back, I realize that the way those girls looked at me seemed different than before.

"We received so much!" The Thought Form was on the verge of tears. "What's worse, the two of us didn't even know. There's nothing more unlucky than this."

"Maybe you should just take me back! Although it's kind of cool to have so many girls confessing their feelings to me, it's not something a thirteen-year-old like me can handle."

Aaron rolled his eyes at him, then sighed, "Calm down, if all else fails, just pretend you don't know anything!"

"They collected those envelopes; what business is it of ours?"

"Self-deception." The Thought Form curled its lip.

"Do you have any better ideas?" Aaron asked back. "The holidays are coming soon. Once we get through this period, everything will be alright."

"This is the only way."

Aaron suddenly remembered something, patted the Thought Form on the shoulder solemnly, and said earnestly, "I'm leaving the rest to you. I'll stay in the dorm, so... you'll have to make do for now!"

"I refuse," the Thought Form said without hesitation.

"This is an order; you have no right to refuse."

"I knew it." The Thought Form gritted its teeth, then changed the subject, "But do you think my disguise can fool Dumbledore's eyes?"

"Oh, this..."

The Thought Form sneered and slapped Aaron's right hand away. "I really want to help you, but some things are not something I can help with just because I want to."

So for the next few days, you'll be the one to bear the gazes of those girls!

Aaron:...

The physical body suffers even more than the magical body; I'm probably unique in the Magic World.