Won't Let You Out to Harm People Again; Hail on Top of Snow

Abei didn't immediately begin treatment. Instead, he stared intently at Hermione and pointed meaningfully to his pocket.

"Huh, huh," Hermione said, both amused and exasperated. "After the treatment is finished, I'll take you to buy those foods!"

Abei nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Arthur Weasley lying on the hospital bed.

A white Magic Array flashed and disappeared before him, and Arthur was instantly enveloped in white light, a gentle smile involuntarily spreading across his face.

He felt a warm sensation from his wounds, and at the same time, streaks of reddish-black blood mixed with venom slowly emerged. However, these streaks of blood evaporated quickly under the white light and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A few minutes later, the white light dissipated, Abei yawned wearily. Then, it took out its special blanket from its pocket, found an empty spot on the hospital bed, and lay down.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, remaining silent for a long time before they came to their senses.

"My goodness!" Fred exclaimed. "For a pet, this is a bit too much."

"It shows self-discipline," George added. "The way he pulled out the blanket was unusually practiced; it was clearly not his first time."

"This is definitely not a cat." Moody's magic eyes spun wildly. "The magic power it possesses surpasses that of an ordinary adult Warlock, and its quality is exceptionally high."

Where did Gaius get such a magical... Fantastic Beasts? Dumbledore's Phoenix might not compare.

"Fawkes has been bullied by it more than once or twice," Harry said with a forced smile. Fawkes was like a mouse in front of a cat when it saw it, and countless hairs had been plucked from its body.

"This is a rare opportunity. Shall we check what's in his pocket?" Fred suggested.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." George nodded in agreement.

"Absolutely not," Hermione said immediately. "Its pockets are full of Aaron's things, and it just cured Mr. Weasley, and you... that's shameless."

The two looked at each other, saying, "We were just joking."

"Arthur, how are you feeling?"

"Unprecedented," Mr. Weasley said with remarkable ease. "It's like I've stood my whole life and then suddenly sat down. I even want to embrace the rising sun now."

"Who asked you that?" Lupin said speechlessly. "Molly asked about your injury."

Mr. Weasley stretched his limbs and carefully used his Wand to unwrap a section of the bandage, revealing that the wound inside had completely healed and new granulation tissue was clearly visible.

"Haha, call the therapist over, I can process your discharge right now."

"Not." ×3.

Moody, Lupin, Molly said in unison.

"A sudden recovery is too unbelievable. You need to find an excuse to explain it to the therapist first."

"That's what I mean too." Lupin said seriously, "We absolutely cannot expose this pet; it will cause trouble for Aaron."

Dumbledore's point was to maintain a good relationship with Gaius; if we displeased him, we might lose a potential ally.

"Ally?"

Harry and the others exchanged glances, and they could all see the surprise in each other's eyes.

They weren't even qualified to join Order of the Phoenix, yet Aaron seemed to be placed in a second-class position, which made them feel somewhat unbalanced.

"This is none of your business for now," Mrs. Weasley said. "Arthur, you need to stay in the hospital for a few more days so that the therapist can do a full check-up and make sure there are no problems before you are discharged."

"This... please!"

"Hermione, thank you so much," Mrs. Weasley said with relief, then gave her a big hug. "I'll prepare five turkeys for Abei first."

"Please take care of it while I'm away. It's a great benefactor to the Weasley family. Just tell me if it needs anything, and I'll do my best to provide it."

"Um... Aaron told me I shouldn't spoil it too much."

Mrs. Weasley paused for a moment, "Look how tired it is, it deserves more nourishment."

Hermione's eyes twitched slightly, and she was speechless for a moment.

With Mr. Weasley's injury no longer a concern, Harry and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

They had planned to have a drink at the hospital's tea room, but when they passed the fifth floor, they unexpectedly spotted Neville Longbottom, who was visiting his parents, who looked lifeless and extremely haggard, with his grandmother.

After some investigation, they learned that Neville's parents had been driven insane by the Death Eater using the Cruciatus Curse and were therefore imprisoned for life in the psychiatric ward of St Mungo's Hospital.

Time flies, and the Christmas holiday is almost over.

After Aaron finished dinner, he was taking a walk in the castle when a white figure bumped into him.

Abei clung to Aaron's arm, making soft whimpering sounds, showing his deep affection.

"Master, I miss you so much!"

"Good boy." Aaron rubbed its head. "Your return means they're back too."

This is your first time staying at someone else's house. How does it feel?

"Not too bad." Abei looked pitiful. "Hermione won't let me eat my fill, Fred and George are always staring at my pockets, Ginny wants to hug me all the time and almost strangled me a few times, Harry and Ron are always trying to see how big I can get, and Moody and Lupin look at me really strangely. One wants me to heal his hidden injuries, and the other wants me to try and turn him back into a normal person..."

After hearing what it said, several black lines appeared on Aaron's forehead.

To be honest, Abei's treatment was within his expectations, but it was clear that it had gained half a pound during its two-week vacation, which didn't seem like it had had a bad time.

"I'll give you one more chance. Tell the truth."

Abei paused for a moment, then lowered her head weakly. "The Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have been pretty good to me. They've prepared a nice menu for me, the kind that includes chicken legs in every meal."

"This is your last chance," Aaron said with displeasure. "I'm warning you, don't try to downplay the seriousness of the matter. I'll have Harry and the others verify it at any time."

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Abei's eyes, and he grinned sheepishly.

"Hermione wouldn't let me eat my fill, but on my first night I found the kitchen and secretly prepared a midnight snack for the cooks. Fred, George, Ron, Harry were a bit more difficult, so I went directly to Mrs. Weasley to complain, shed a few tears in front of her, and then..."

"What happened after that?"

Fred, George, and Ron were severely scolded and had to stand while eating.

Harry to Sirius Black's intercession, Harpy wasn't punished much. However, two days ago I saved Buckbeak's life—that Hippogriff.

I gave it a look, and it ignored the two of them for the rest of the holiday.

"And what about Ginny?"

"The girl didn't need to walk while holding the baby, and... it was quite comfortable."

As for Moody and Lupin, I simply unleashed a breath of Dragon Breath, scaring them far away.

Aaron slapped his forehead speechlessly, then gave it a thumbs up.

As expected of the dragon who followed him for five years, the work was truly beautiful.

"Fine, I still won't let you go out and cause trouble for people anymore," Aaron said reluctantly.

"Great!" Abei laughed carefree. These past few days, without its owner around, it hadn't been able to eat properly.

"Have you bought the items?"

"I bought it."

Abei nodded and reached his paws into the pocket.

Aaron quickly stopped them; they were in the castle now, and it would be difficult to explain if they took out a pile of food.

"Let's go back and talk about it first."

Aaron took it back to the Slytherin Common Room and then entered the Divine Thunder Hall through the dormitory's secret passage.

When the Thought Form saw Abei, a smile appeared on its face, but after a brief glance at the smile on Abe's face, it became strange.

"You've gained weight, but it's only been two weeks!"

Aaron shrugged and transmitted the memories he had just received to the mind of the Thought Form.

"This is really..." The corner of the Thought Form twitched slightly. "Well, as long as I didn't suffer any losses, that's fine."

"Sickle you bought now," Aaron said.

"Yes, Master."

Abei into the air and opened his pocket.

A large pile of fresh water chestnut vegetables lay on the floor, followed by rice, flour, cooking oil, and various packaged meats.

The three small hills of varying heights piled together still create a visually striking effect.

"That's good, this is enough for us to eat two and a half times," Aaron said with satisfaction.

"That's how it normally is, eh..." The Thought Form looked at Abei with some helplessness. The moment the last piece of meat was poured out, it pounced on a ham that was bigger than itself.

A large piece of meat disappeared at a visible speed, and occasionally, when it felt like it, it would heat it up with Dragon Fire.

"Sigh!" The Thought Form clicked its tongue inwardly, "Raising a dragon is really not easy!"

Not only has its physique changed during this holiday, but its appetite has also changed.

"It's alright," Aaron waved his hand. "It doesn't eat here often, and I'll take it with me when I go back, so let's just treat it as normal!"

The Thought Form nodded slightly, then snapped its fingers.

More than ten Shadow Ninja emerged from the shadows and divided into three groups to carry the food to the back door of a stone door, which was a storage room with preservation effect created using the Undetectable Extension Charm.

Aaron picked up Abei and flicked it on the head in an annoyed tone, "Don't eat yet."

"Master, I... I'm hungry." Abei looked at the half-eaten ham with tears in his eyes. "They came by Knight Bus yesterday, and I only had breakfast."

"Uh... then we'll eat it later." Aaron shook his head speechlessly, then placed it on a stone bench. "Tell me what information you've gathered these past few days."

"Intelligence?" Abei scratched his head blankly, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning of those two words.

"So what have they been busy with these days?" the Thought Form prompted. "Where did you go with them? What did they talk about most?"

"That's a big house, it has several floors!"

However, it's much smaller than our house.

"Nonsense, if the Phoenix Society were that flamboyant, Voldemort would have wiped it out long ago."

We're asking for the address, you understand?

"Hmm...it seems to be 12 Grimmauld Place, yes, number 12," Abei said with certainty. "As for the person most talked about...it seems to be Harry Potter."

"Oh, tell me more about it." Aaron immediately became interested.

He didn't care about the location of the Phoenix Society, and even if he knew, he would never go there.

It's different with Harry Potter; the information it really wants is related to him.

"They say the Dark Lord might possess Harry."

What?

"It's true, Harry can read the Dark Lord's mind, and the Dark Lord will realize this sooner or later."

Using his magic, reading Harry's mind wouldn't be difficult.

Aaron and the Thought Form exchanged a glance, and Aaron said in a deep voice, "Those dreams he had were definitely not coincidences. I never expected the drawbacks to be so great."

"It's certain that one's thoughts can be read in reverse. Unless Cerebral Sealing Technique is mastered to its highest level, no Magus can possibly defeat Archmage Peak."

"Yes! From now on, we can't believe his dreams, whether they're good or bad."

Voldemort was fully capable of weaving a fabricated dream to use Harry to transmit false information. If he succeeded even once, he would have made a huge profit.

As for possession... that's a bit of an exaggeration!

"It's not impossible. Don't forget that Harry Potter's blood was one of the main ingredients in the magic that resurrected Voldemort."

"We two should be the most qualified to speak on this. Blood seems to want it, yet it doesn't. It seems like it doesn't need it in the usual way either," the Thought Form said, counting on its fingers. "Opening the Secret Chamber requires blood, forging weapons requires blood, signing contracts requires blood, and... in Narnia, a witch's freedom depends on a drop of human blood."

"That's true!" Aaron sighed slightly. "I think even if Voldemort and Harry have this connection, I probably couldn't possess him from a distance."

No wonder Dumbledore made sure Harry spent his holidays with the Order of the Phoenix Society members; with these people protecting him, it wouldn't be so easy for Voldemort to possess him.

"Is there anything else?" the Thought Form asked Abei.

"Also, Snape came by yesterday, Dumbledore asked him to teach Harry Potter Cerebral Sealing Technique."

Aaron raised an eyebrow, then couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not gloating! It's just that his situation is truly unfortunate."

Umbridge alone made him feel hopeless; adding Snape on top of that wouldn't just be adding insult to injury, it would be adding hail to snow!

The Thought Form nodded, silently mourning for Harry for a second; this was definitely the most difficult day he had ever faced since starting school.

Aaron brought the ham to Abei so it could enjoy its first meal of the day. Then he looked at the Thought Form, "Dumbledore getting anxious to have Professor Snape teach Harry Cerebral Sealing Technique."

However, this indicates that a storm is brewing, and we need to prepare for the worst.

"And Draco," the Thought Form said with a headache, "We need to prepare for him in advance, and also make arrangements for Crabbe and Goyle."