Best Friends Fall Out, Hagrid's Spring Has Arrived

"If Dumbledore knew that Fawkes would suffer such a fate, I wonder what he would think?" The Thought Form shook its head silently and continued, "Some powerful Fantastic Beasts products can increase the power of bullets. If you have time, you can ask Hagrid, or go to the Forbidden Forest to find special materials."

"For example... Unicorn's feathers? Acromantula Venom? Werewolf's teeth?"

"Those things might be useful for making other items, but their boost to bullets is far less than that of the Thunderbird; they're better than nothing."

"In other words, we have to take action against that Phoenix."

"That's roughly the idea," the Thought Form said awkwardly. "Let's get back to the point. Besides the Lycoris, there's also the Nika Mask."

"This isn't appropriate!" Aaron frowned. "The competition is, after all, held in public. Summoning the Ninja Legion in front of so many people is a bit too shocking."

"Just in case," the Thought Form said meaningfully. "Besides, Voldemort will be back soon, and we can't just leave the Nika Mask as a decoration after all the power we poured into it!"

Aaron nodded silently upon hearing this.

The next day, early morning.

As usual, Aaron took Abei to breakfast at the Great Hall.

Because he was chosen as Hogwarts Champion, the way others looked at him changed noticeably.

Slytherin grew increasingly reverent, Gryffindor harbored some hostility, Hufflepuff felt displeased and resentful, while Ravenclaw seemed somewhat indifferent.

Aaron didn't care about these changes at all. He ate and drank as usual, and he wouldn't change his mind because of other people's eyes and words.

Moreover, this novelty won't last long. After a while, everyone will get used to it, and then things will return to what they were like before the Triwizard Tournament started.

Suddenly, a book was slapped across from Aaron, and Hermione Harry with a nervous expression.

"If you're going to talk about the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare ... please don't bother me." Aaron sighed, then pointed to Ron Weasley, who was about ten meters away, and said, "Your treasurer is over there!"

"It has nothing to do with Spew," Hermione explained. "Harry and Ron have fallen out."

"Oh?" Aaron became interested. "Tell me about it."

"He doesn't believe me," Harry said indignantly. "You and Hermione both believe me, but I never thought he wouldn't believe that I didn't throw my name into the Goblet of Fire."

"It's not that he doesn't trust you," Hermione frowned. "He's...jealous."

"You're always the center of attention, Harry Potter, which makes him feel like he's just a supporting character, so... this time I think he's finally had enough."

"It's as if I really enjoy people looking at my forehead."

This is Triwizard Tournament! If I could switch places, I'd love for someone to take my place.

"Don't even think about it. The consequences of breaching the contract..."

"I know, your sister already said that I don't want to experience the feeling of being burned by demonic flames." Harry sat down angrily. "I was already so worried and anxious because someone framed me, and my best friend didn't believe me."

"So... why did you contact me?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"I'm really annoyed by their misunderstanding. Do you have any ideas on how to clear it up?"

"Yes, it's very simple." Aaron smiled meaningfully. "Professor Snape's office should have Truth Serum. Just one drop and you'll be forced to tell the truth."

"No," Hermione immediately refused. "That kind of Potions is usually used for interrogating criminals."

"Then sign a contract to prove that you are absolutely not lying."

"This..." Harry looked troubled. "Isn't it unnecessary to make such a fuss?"

"Then I'm afraid I can't help you." Aaron shrugged. "These two things can directly prove your innocence. If you're not willing to do it, then we can only leave it to time."

"Let's leave it to time!"

The cold war between good friends will naturally disappear after a while.

There's another thing. We plan to send a message to Sirius Black, telling him about the Triwizard Tournament. Harry's name was selected by the Goblet of Fire, which might be related to You-Know-Who's conspiracy...

"Stop," Aaron interrupted hastily. "I'm annoyed enough already, don't tell me this kind of nonsense."

"But in Harry's dream, you were also being watched by You-Know-Who," Hermione said anxiously.

"Heh!" Aaron sneered. "Why would he target me? Do you need me to help you remember?"

"Oh, this..."

Hermione was speechless for a moment, it all started from the first time they were put in solitary confinement.

After that, Aaron had several more encounters with Voldemort, and each time he had some connection with the three of them.

"I just wanted to go to school peacefully, but it seems that many things don't go as planned."

"I'm sorry," Hermione said, biting her lip.

"It's okay, so what if I'm being watched? As long as Harry isn't dead, I'm safe," Aaron said, trying to sound relaxed. "But the premise is that I won't be so bored as to cause trouble for no reason."

You can come to me for help with the others, and I'll try my best to assist you. But I really don't want to get involved with Voldemort anymore; you've dragged me down with you more than once or twice."

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, feeling inexplicably guilty and ashamed.

After leaving the Great Hall, Aaron went to Hagrid's Hut.

Hagrid had been the guardian of the forest for so long, so he must have a considerable stockpile of magical creatures. If Aaron were to acquire any Fantastic Beasts products, Aaron wouldn't mind buying a batch from Hagrid.

About twenty Blast-Ended Skrewt were strolling on the lawn. In just two months, their size had increased tenfold, with each one approaching one meter in length.

They have grown a thick, shiny, grayish-white armor, somewhere between a giant scorpion and a crab, and are incredibly strong and difficult to control.

Aaron suppressed his disgust, walked around the cluster of Blast-Ended Skrewt, and knocked on the door of the hut.

"Hagrid, are you there?"

"The door isn't closed," Hagrid's voice came from inside the house.

Aaron pushed open the door and went inside, but the next moment he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

Hagrid was wearing a brown suit with a patterned tie, and his hair was smoother than usual.

The slightly pungent smell filled his nostrils, and Aaron couldn't help but sneeze. "Why are grown men wearing perfume?!"

"This is cologne, and I used a little too much."

"A little too much? You're pouring the whole bottle out of the bottle!" Aaron said speechlessly. "Wait, what's going on here?"

"I've never seen you this formal when Fudge and Dumbledore came."

"That's not important," Hagrid stammered.

Aaron pondered for a moment, a playful smile appearing on his lips. "You're dressed up so formally, it's definitely not for a man."

A woman, and a woman you find very beautiful.

In places like Hogwarts, there is only one condition that meets the criteria...

"Don't say it out loud," Hagrid said, glaring at him.

Aaron nodded, but noticeably, he couldn't hold back the blush on his face and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"Pfft! Hahaha..."

Hagrid, I must admit, you've really impressed me!

They actually set their sights on Madam Maxime, the Hogwarts forest ranger and part-time professor of Care of Magical Creatures, who is pursuing the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

"My God, if this news gets out, I don't know how many people will be shocked."

Is it funny?

Aaron's smile faded. "Personally, I support you, but looking like this, I'm afraid your chances of success are slim."

"This is my first time too," Hagrid said embarrassedly. "The Beauxbatons carriage is only two meters away from here, and I just wanted to, just wanted to do my best."

"I understand, but you need to wash off any excess odor from your body first."

"I'm doing that right now." Hagrid pointed inside the house, where a large bucket of water was emitting white steam.

"Looks like I've bothered you." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "How about I come again next time?"

"It's better to deal with things sooner rather than later." Hagrid rolled his eyes, then buried his head in the bucket of water, only lifting it up after a dozen seconds.

Aaron couldn't stand it any longer, so he took out his Wand and waved it at him, instantly turning his wet hair and beard black.

"Thank you!" Hagrid said. "By the way, congratulations on becoming Triwizard Tournament Champion."

"Stop teasing me. If it weren't for my sister, I wouldn't have participated in any of these Triwizard Tournament," Aaron said dejectedly. "You have no idea how difficult it was for me to complete those competition events according to her requirements."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing.

I came to ask if you have any Fantastic Beasts products here—feathers, scales, blood, teeth, or even bones?

Hagrid hesitated for a long time, then asked with a hint of seriousness, "What do you need these things for?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron could hardly contain his joy. "You really do."

"Can you answer one of my questions first?"

"Can I not tell you?" Aaron asked hesitantly. "It's not that I don't trust you, but you're too easy to get information out of people."

"I can't give it to you unless you explain yourself clearly," Hagrid said firmly. "I consider those animals my best friends, so I need to know what you need them for."

"Alright!" Aaron sighed helplessly. "But you have to promise me you'll keep it a secret. You can't tell anyone, not even Dumbledore."

"I promise I won't tell anyone," Hagrid said earnestly.

Aaron chuckled, but he had absolutely no faith in Hagrid's assurances.

If it weren't for the fact that the existence of the Lycoris lily would be exposed sooner or later, he definitely wouldn't have let Hagrid know about it.

"For the Triwizard Tournament," Aaron said, half-jokingly. "My family has a powerful magical artifact passed down from our ancestors, but to enhance its power, we need to use products from Fantastic Beasts."

"If that's the reason... I can give you some." Hagrid hesitated for a moment before bringing out a dusty box.