Harry Potter's Secret Heartbreak History

Professor Snape was writing the ingredients for the Potions he was making on the blackboard when he heard whispers from below. He immediately threw half a piece of chalk at them.

Ouch!

Ron cried out in pain, looked up and met Snape's cold gaze, and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Whispering in class will result in a Gryffindor."

"Hahaha..." Draco couldn't help but chuckle. "Professor, I suggest you ask them what they're talking about. I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

"Is that so?" Snape raised an eyebrow, looking at Harry and his two companions who were bowing their heads in silence with amusement. "What are you doing?"

"No, I didn't do anything," Ron stammered, his arms pressed tightly against the table.

This action caught Snape's attention, and he immediately stepped forward and pulled a newspaper from under Snape's arm.

"Reading magazines in class, Gryffindor loses another ten points," Snape said casually, though his gaze was quickly drawn to the headlines in the weekly magazine, and his eyes even gleamed with excitement.

"Harry Potter's secret sad history." Snape's tone was full of teasing. "Potter, what's wrong with you now?"

He might be an unusual boy, experiencing the same anxieties common to teenage boys... He found solace in Hermione Granger, Muggle Family from Hogwarts, but little did he know that amidst his painful past, he would soon suffer another emotional trauma...

"What? This is way too exaggerated!" Aaron stared in astonishment, turning to look at the three embarrassed, blushing trio, speechless for a moment.

"Gaius." Snape stopped reading from the newspaper, somewhat annoyed that his interest had been interrupted. He turned around and placed the newspaper on Aaron's desk. "You can read it yourself if you're interested. But don't interrupt the teacher in class next time."

"I understand." Aaron nodded blankly, then turned his attention to Potter's secret sad history and read on as Professor Snape read.

As he watched, his lips and face twitched involuntarily. Rita Skeeter had written in the newspaper that the simple friendship between Harry and Hermione was a melodramatic story about an ordinary-looking but ambitious girl toying with their feelings, even mentioning Amortentia. The exaggeration was beyond ridiculous.

Aaron's eyelids twitched as he watched, secretly relieved that he had cast a hypnotic spell on Rita Skeeter, otherwise this melodramatic story would have had another male protagonist.

The newspapers said that Hermione had toyed with the feelings of two people: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

Although it was all made up, to an uninformed person, the relationship between the three of them really did seem like a love triangle.

Aaron turned around and glanced at the three of them. Harry had his head down, his expression unreadable, but his ears were bright red, as if they were on fire.

Ron remained silent, but his eyes showed no light; the words "I have no will to live" were etched on his face.

Hermione, on the other hand, remained relatively calm, though her bloodshot eyes clearly showed her anger.

It wasn't until the school bell rang that Harry and his two friends snapped out of their embarrassment and indignation.

Without pausing, they grabbed their books and ran out of the classroom, drawing jeers from the Slytherin.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, and the classroom immediately fell silent. "You may have forgotten, but Hermione Granger was my dance partner at the Christmas Ball."

"I can't control the other houses, but I'd really appreciate it if Slytherin would give me some face."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Slytherin looked at each other, and then nodded in unison.

Slytherin reveres the strong, and Aaron's performance in the Triwizard Tournament has brought great honor to Slytherin. His prestige is now second only to Head of House Severus Snape.

They would definitely give Gaius face, even though they lost a little fun, it didn't matter to them at all.

The students were leaving the classroom when Snape stopped Aaron, looked at him meaningfully, and said, "You're quite fond of her, Hermione Granger."

"Professor, you seem to have misunderstood something."

I simply don't want a girl to suffer reputational damage because of some unfounded rumors.

Snape chuckled. "You'd better watch yourself!"

"Baffling."

"I told you not to mess with Rita Skeeter, and it seems you didn't listen to me," Ron said sullenly. "First Harry, then Hagrid, and now it's you. Oh right, I haven't been left out either."

"My relationship with Ai Ai is purely platonic, so how did she turn it into a melodramatic love triangle? Do I look like the kind of person who would be easily manipulated by someone's good looks?"

"Yes," Hermione said expressionlessly. "The person who couldn't even speak properly after being rejected by Delacour is just like you!"

Ron's face flushed with anger. "I am indeed quite embarrassed. You are completely different from Phoebe."

"You..." Hermione's eyes widened. Ron's meaning was quite clear: he was saying she wasn't as pretty as Phoebe.

"Stop talking, everyone knows that bastard is talking nonsense."

If you just ignore it, it will be fine after a while.

"That won't do," Hermione said, shaking her head. "What if she keeps bothering us? Harry has already reported it twice."

"He's only half the main character this time," Ron said with a strange expression. "You're the one who's truly crucial to Harry Potter's secret and heartbreaking history."

"That's not important. What's important is how she knew about what was in the newspaper?"

"It's all made up!"

"He can make up stories about the three of us, but what about Hagrid?" Hermione said seriously. "Dumbledore to stop Rita Skeeter from angering Hogwarts, but she always manages to find some secrets that no one else knows. It can't be a coincidence."

"Let's not worry about whether it's a coincidence or not, we need to prepare for tomorrow," Harry said. "We'll meet him outside Hogsmeade Village at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"We need to bring more food," Ron added.

"And Dobby, we need to buy him a gift too."

"I owe the first project to him; otherwise, I definitely wouldn't have made it through."

Hermione perked up immediately at the mention of House Elf, as giving gifts to House Elf would be a major step for her Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.

The first day, in the Great Hall.

Just as lunchtime was ending, Harry and his two companions arrived right on time.

They ordered two or three times more food than usual, and then secretly stuffed the food into Harry's backpack when no one was looking.

They believed they had done it very discreetly, and that no one should have noticed at this point.

Just because no one was paying attention doesn't mean no foodies were. While eating, Abei would glance at the three of them every now and then, his saliva dripping uncontrollably onto his plate.

"Are you feeling unwell today?" Aaron asked with some concern. This guy had never been so distracted during mealtimes.

"So many chicken legs," Abei said, wiping the drool from his mouth.

"What the hell?" Aaron looked at the plate in front of Abei, which was licked cleaner than his face, and was also a little confused. Where did this chicken leg come from?

"There."

Abei pouted in the direction of Harry and the other two.

Aaron turned his head to look, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

A large plate of chicken legs was neatly stacked, with at least a dozen of them. Even if one's appetite has increased, it shouldn't suddenly increase several times over!

There's a problem, definitely a problem.

Aaron thought to himself with great certainty, then gave Abei a wink.

The Holy Dragon's eyes lit up, and without even wiping its drool, it jumped onto the Gryffindor Long Table and began to devour its favorite food.

The three of them were completely dumbfounded, and only realized what was happening when Abei showed off his three-thirds.

"Stop, no, shut up," Ron said hastily.

Harry instinctively wanted to stop it, but when he thought that his small body was no match for the dragon, his outstretched hands stopped in mid-air.

Hermione lifted Abei up and said helplessly, "This isn't for you. If you want some, come over tomorrow."

"So... who is this for?"

A playful voice suddenly came from behind them, startling all three of them.

"No, we ate it ourselves," Ron said immediately.

"Come on, do you believe that?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "You're eating it yourself and then stuffing it into your backpack, and so much of it."

Even if it's because of the newspaper incident that I'm turning my grief into appetite, does it really warrant such a drastic measure?

"Oh, this..."

After a moment of silence, Harry said, "Let's go visit Sirius Black. He's back."

"Holy crap! He dares to come back?" Aaron said incredulously, "The Ministry of Magic has relaxed its warrant for his arrest, but that doesn't mean they'll turn a blind eye to a murderer."

"That's why we decided to go see him secretly," Harry said.

"Understood." Aaron nodded, then picked up Abei and prepared to leave.

"Wait," Hermione said hastily, "You can come with us."

"Forget it! The fact that he would take such a big risk to return to Hogwarts to find you must mean something serious."

Big things are often troublesome, and I don't want to get involved.

"It might be related to the You-Know-Who," Harry suddenly said. "I told him about the dream I had."

Aaron suddenly stopped in his tracks. If it were half a month ago, he would have only sped away upon hearing this, but the situation was different now. The change in the Dark Mark indicated that he would soon make a comeback.

The more information you gather before the enemy is fully resurrected, the more secure you will be.

When will we meet?

"We are getting ready to leave."

"Is it concealed?" Aaron asked in a deep voice, "Or rather, is it safe?"

"He's definitely safe. Sirius Black hid outside for a whole day without being discovered, and not many people know he's Animagus," Harry said. "It's just that his condition might not be very good, otherwise he wouldn't have reminded us to bring him more food."

Aaron pondered for a moment, then said, "Prepare the Invisibility Cloak."