Special Guest, Surface Loyalty

Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

This time, there were no Dementor blocking the way, Hogwarts Express arrived at the station on time.

Aaron pushed his suitcase off the train, while Abei obediently squatted in front of it.

"Welcome home, young master." Jeans took the suitcase and pushed it forward.

As soon as Aaron stepped off the platform, he sensed two Guardian following him in the shadows and couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, with his current strength, he doesn't need their protection. From the day he became Archmage, he was qualified to travel independently. But later he discovered that some things were never up to him, and they would still follow him if they wanted to.

Moreover, Jeans ' strength is still a mystery to him. Until he is absolutely certain of defeating these Guardian, he can only pretend not to know.

"I don't know if it's just my imagination, Abei seems to have lost some weight."

"I control its diet very well," Aaron said proudly.

A hint of grievance flashed in Abei's eyes. Its owner had emptied its storage bag, and during that time, Abe was particularly depressed, to the point that its appetite decreased significantly.

Jeans noticed this scene but didn't say anything.

After all, it's a good thing that it can lose weight, and he can't care what method the young master uses.

"By the way, the head of the family and his wife will be back in mid-July."

They will be staying at home for about a month this time.

"Really?" Aaron asked excitedly.

A month was nothing to him before he was eight years old, but after he learned a little about the mission of the Gaius family, he realized how difficult it was for Vico and the others to spare a month.

"Of course it's true, and it's not just them who's coming back," Jeans said with a mysterious smile.

Aaron was stunned for a moment, and almost burst into tears of joy.

If it's not just Vico and Lisana, then it can only be his grandfather, the eldest known Gaius family.

Heaven has eyes!

Although he hadn't seen his grandfather for several years, he was the one who loved him the most.

When the time comes, you must tell him about the grievances you've suffered over the past three years and ask him to stand up for you.

Jeans put the box in the trunk of the car, then opened the door and gestured for Aaron to get in.

"How about I drive?"

Aaron looked at the car, which was so much more luxurious than usual, and felt a surge of excitement.

"This time...it's really difficult." Jeans said with difficulty, "There are still some things to talk about later, and it's not impossible that you might accidentally step on the accelerator instead of the brake, young master."

Aaron blinked, then groggily sat down in the back row.

After driving slowly for a while, Jeans cautiously asked, "Young Master, regarding your course schedule for this holiday..."

"Uncle Jeans, do you have to spoil the mood at this time?" Aaron said unhappily.

He had just gotten off the train and hadn't even calmed down yet when they started talking to him about tutoring classes. It's ridiculous to mess with someone's mind like that.

"Okay! Let's change the subject."

My wife wrote me a letter two weeks ago, saying that once you return, I must ask the young master what his decision is.

"How is it going?"

"Uh... a potential fiancée."

Aaron almost couldn't catch his breath.

At that moment, he felt that Jeans had been prescient; if he had heard this news while driving, he probably would have thrown the steering wheel off the wheel.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

"Go on, you little brat!" Aaron said irritably. "They're really persistent!"

"There's no other way, young master needs to fulfill the family's mission."

"The head of the family and his wife can't be of much help in this regard, so we can only offer to help you in other ways," Jeans explained patiently, then changed the subject, "So, young master, which one do you like? It's better to arrange a blind date sooner rather than later."

"Heh!" Aaron's lips twitched. "Let's talk about the tutoring center thing instead!"

"Young Master, you should know that running away won't solve the problem."

"Uh... they sent me a file, but I didn't even look at it."

Jeans:...

"Okay! This holiday tutoring class is different from usual."

"Don't tell me I have to learn something new again."

"No, Young Master has already mastered the basics. The next stage is the improvement phase, which will be relatively easier."

Lant's Botany, Weihert's Magic Array, Lord Diate's Library, and Flor Flor's Psychological Counseling all require daily attendance; other courses are electives.

"Hmm?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, asking with some suspicion, "You're really that kind?"

"Young Master, you've really misunderstood me. This holiday schedule is just that simple," Jeans said seriously, but for some reason, Aaron could detect a slight unease in his tone.

"Okay, you said it, don't go back on your word."

"Certainly."

Aaron nodded, his resentment towards the tutoring class immediately lessening by more than half.

"There's one more thing." Jeans glanced at Aaron's face through the rearview mirror and hesitated before saying, "We have guests at home, young master, you'd better be careful."

"Oh!" Aaron drawled, "No wonder you changed to a luxury car, you must have guests at home."

Who is this guest? Is it the Master of the Order of Merlin, the Minister for Magic, or some other highly accomplished senior figure in their field?

"No, this person is the young master's good friend."

Lyon Darwen, the eldest son of the Darwen family.

Upon hearing this, Aaron opened his mouth in surprise, then smiled and exclaimed, "This is truly a rare guest!"

"Young Master Lyon arrived at noon today and will be staying at Gaius Castle for a while."

The patriarch instructed me to give him the key to Gaius Library so he could come and go as he pleased.

"I have no objection to that. Their family loves reading the most, so I wouldn't be surprised if they moved to live near a library," Aaron said. "But he's not just here as a guest, is he?"

"Of course not, it has something to do with Miss Clea."

Young Master Lyon came here specifically because he learned that you might be engaged to his sister...

Aaron swore, and several clear black lines appeared on his forehead.

I almost forgot about that; when a sister-obsessed person gets serious, it's a real hassle.

"Stop the car, I want to get out."

Jeans shrugged and stopped at the side of the road.

"Young master, you can escape today, but you can't escape tomorrow."

"If you don't come by tomorrow, I'll have to assume this is the third time you've run away from home," Jeans said helplessly. "Besides, if young master Lyon wanted to find someone, he probably wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow."

"Fuck you!" Aaron cursed in frustration. "Drive, home."

"Okay!"

Aaron took several deep breaths in the back seat before he could barely calm down. Jeans was right; the monk may run away, but the temple will not.

He still holds a certain degree of control at home, but if he runs away, his momentum weakens considerably.

Besides, why would he run away?

He had no intention of a marriage alliance, and both sets of parents only had this intention.

It's not even close to being settled yet, so he has nothing to be ashamed of.

Most importantly, he couldn't run away even if he wanted to. The Darwen Family controlled most of the information in the Warlock world, and Lyon was the family heir. If he wanted to find someone, it would be a piece of cake.

Malfoy Manor.

After Draco returned home, he asked his the Mother Narcissa, to inform Lucius.

Afterwards, he locked himself in his room, locked the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and waited patiently.

More than half an hour later, Lucius's voice came from outside the door.

"Draco, because of the urgent matter you mentioned, I have to interrupt my conversation with Fudge."

You'd better make sure this isn't a joke, or we'll get angry.

The door suddenly opened, Draco looked at Narcissa and Lucius outside with a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter that's causing such a rush?" Lucius asked, somewhat displeased.

"Aaron gave me a note on the train. He said it was important and that I must give it to you personally."

"Gaius gave it to you?" Lucius and Narcissa exchanged a glance, their anger fading considerably.

Draco's ability to cultivate a good relationship with the Gaius Family heir will definitely benefit his future.

"Where's the note?"

Draco looked at his the Mother, seemingly wanting to say something but stopping himself. "He said it can only be seen by my dad."

Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Your the Mother is not an outsider."

"Of course I know, but this is what I promised him."

Please review the video before deciding whether or not to tell us.

"Alright!" Lucius gave his wife a smile. "You might have to wait half an hour for me."

After saying that, he went into Draco's room and gently closed the door.

Draco took the note out of his pocket and carefully handed it to Lucius.

Is it really necessary to be so nervous?

Lucius chuckled dismissively, then opened the note in front of Draco:

Uncle Lucius, I swear in Gaius's name that what follows is no joke.

On the day of the second semester's final exams, Hogwarts Divination professor Trelawney made a Prophecy: "Tonight he will come, tonight the one who betrayed his friend, the one who became a murderer, will break free of his chains, and innocent blood will flow."

The Dark Lord will return with the help of his servants, stronger and more terrifying than before...

Furthermore, this is a true Prophecy; the first half has already come true, and the second half is only a matter of time.

After glancing at the leopard, Lucius's pupils dilated violently, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

"Draco, you haven't shown this note to anyone else, have you?" Lucius asked, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"No, Father, you were the first to see its contents."

What's written here?

"It's nothing," Lucius said casually, putting the note away. "You get some rest, I have some things to take care of."

After Lucius left, he took Narcissa to Secret Chamber in the manor and showed his wife the note.

"Is this true?" Narcissa asked somewhat uneasily.

"It doesn't seem fake. My worst fears have come true." Lucius took a deep breath and threw the note into the fireplace. "If nothing unexpected happens, the Death Eater will contact me soon. We must prepare in advance. At least on the surface, our loyalty cannot waver."

Narcissa nodded. "Draco..."

"Don't tell him yet," Lucius said in a deep voice. "He'll find out later, but that person is too dangerous. Try not to involve him."