Narcissa's Plea, a "Shura Field" on the Platform

A few weeks after moving to Diagon Alley, Aaron received his results for his Ordinary Wizarding Level exam. Unsurprisingly, all eleven subjects received an O grade, a rare achievement in Hogwarts ' history.

He had a very easy time during this period. There were no tutoring classes, no Jeans or his bodyguard team who were always with him, and no threat from Voldemort. Every day, he just Sign-in as usual and read books and newspapers.

Of course, he didn't neglect his Magic Array practice either. He collaborated with the Thought Form, one responsible for improving the progress of Forbidden Magic, and the other for increasing the number of instant casts of ultimate Magic Array.

As for running the business, it depends on his mood... After all, he inherited 90% of the wealth accumulated by the Black family over generations, so he's not short of money.

Although some of the money was embezzled by the Goblin of Gringotts while Sirius Black was in prison, he still had a fortune of hundreds of millions left.

He hid the gold mountain in the Costume Change Space, leaving only one piece in Abei's pocket.

With these tens of thousands of yuan, Aaron quickly purchased large quantities of rice, flour, cooking oil, fruits, vegetables, meat, poultry, eggs, dairy products, alcohol, and seafood.

He preserved these foods in a special way, and the total amount was enough to feed last week's people for a year.

In addition, he purchased a lot of magical materials, such as Dragon Blood, snake tree bark, Bezoar, dried nettles, and so on. He didn't let go of anything that was useful, and he single-handedly made the material market recover its losses in the chaotic situation.

The only thing that made him feel exhausted was that Phoebe Delacour would come over every day, but he couldn't refuse her, since she always used Ollivander's name.

As time went by, Phoebe gradually took control of his three meals a day, and even Abei was fooled by her, eagerly waiting for her to deliver meals every day.

"I really don't know which company you work for right now," Aaron said, looking at Phoebe with a frustrated expression. "You have to stay here for more than three hours every day, and Ollivander actually pays you a salary."

"Actually, I could switch jobs and come here; Mr. Ollivander wouldn't mind."

"But I mind." Aaron rolled his eyes. "You really don't have to be so serious. I've already said I'm not considering dating for the time being."

"My answer won't change, I can wait," Phoebe said, turning and leaving with a smile.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly; he was helpless about it.

He had thought that what he said that day would make her back down, but it seemed to have no effect at all. On the contrary, when she came to his door the next day, she seemed to have more confidence, as if she had him completely under her control.

"Something must be wrong, right?"

"The woman is right." Abei blinked seriously. "This woman brings me food every day, to the point that the woman doesn't cook for me anymore."

"Sure enough, you're completely unreliable when you need to use your brain."

"Hey, someone's coming," Abei warned Yu.

Aaron looked in the direction the dragon's claw was pointing and saw a figure wearing a cloak and a hood walking towards him.

"What a rare guest! Aunt Narcissa."

Would you like something to drink? Business at Diagon Alley hasn't been great lately, but I have plenty of drinks to go around.

"No need," Narcissa said nervously. "Aaron, we've come here to ask you for a favor."

"Oh?" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "Does Lucius know about this?"

"Zhiyu, he's the one who sent me here."

"What about Draco?"

"He..." Narcissa paused, "He doesn't know, and I don't want him to know, and he won't let me come to you."

"It seems the situation is quite serious!" Aaron frowned slightly. "Let me guess, Voldemort assigned him a task, but it's a very dangerous one, isn't it?"

"How do you know?" Narcissa asked in a low voice.

"Because you are a relative, you wouldn't risk coming to me if your child wasn't in big trouble, given how much Voldemort values me."

Narcissa nodded in Despair. "We have no other choice. Only you can help him now."

"You have to tell me what Voldemort wants him to do before I can help him."

Narcissa hesitated, her expression extremely conflicted.

After several seconds of silence, she shook her head with difficulty, "I'm sorry, I really can't tell you this."

"Aunt Narcissa, you can't hide anything from me if I want to know."

"I..." Narcissa choked up, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I can't say, and please don't ask."

"Alright!" Aaron pursed his lips. "I won't ask. What do you plan to have me do?"

"Save his life." Narcissa said sadly but firmly, "What the Dark Lord wants him to do is impossible for him to complete, not even for the Dark Lord himself."

If we fail, the consequences will be severe, and you won't be able to help him in this matter. If it really comes to that, I hope you can save his life.

"I can only say I'll do my best," Aaron said embarrassedly. "If he had no connection with Voldemort, I could do it, but I can't guarantee that right now."

"Thanks!"

"However, I have one small request: he has to listen to me at school."

"Uh... maybe I misheard, but he always seems to respect your opinion, doesn't he?"

"This is different," Aaron said calmly. "He will be very nervous this year, and no one knows how many absurd things he might do under these circumstances."

Once he blows this up, even if I wanted to cover for him, it probably wouldn't be easy.

"I'm done. I'll warn him when I get back."

Not long after Narcissa left, an owl delivered the Hogwarts sixth-year reading list to Aaron.

He looked at the book list and sighed slightly. In the past, Jeans would prepare his textbooks in advance, but now he had to do it himself.

He will have to summon the physical form of the Dark Spirit Stone in the future. With a loyal servant, he won't need to worry about trivial matters.

However, before he could get to Flourish and Blotts, a package flew out from his fireplace mantle.

Inside were all the textbooks he needed, as well as several new Warlock robes.

"It's all prepared for you, you're welcome, Clea."

Aaron read the single character written on the package, his feelings a mix of emotions.

No matter how much his family doesn't care about him, he's still very popular outside. Although it gives the impression that he's living off a woman, it's still a kind of success.

On the first day of school, Aaron pushed his suitcase through the partition wall of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

However, he was not alone. Beside him was the beautifully dressed Phoebe, whose lineage as one of the four Veela attracted the attention of many.

"You don't have to go to school, is it necessary for you to come with me?" Aaron asked speechlessly.

"This is Mr. Ollivander's idea," Phoebe said matter-of-factly. "If you have any objections, you can raise them with your great-uncle."

"Heh!" Aaron forced a laugh. "Could you please stop using his name to pressure me?"

What do you think?

Aaron's lips twitched. This is the benefit of having a powerful backer!

"Aaron, when did you arrive?"

Harry's voice came through, along with Hermione and the Weasley family.

However, besides them, there were two strangers in suits, one on each side of Harry, presumably Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

"Haha, interesting, this is really interesting." Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "What you're experiencing now is exactly what I've been trying to get rid of. How does it feel?"

"Not good," Harry said bitterly.

Aaron's bodyguards are much more reliable than Auror. Putting aside their strength, they at least won't hinder Aaron. But these Auror are a different story.

As soon as he got out of the car, the two burly men grabbed his arms and pulled him toward the wall, without considering his feelings at all.

"These days will be long, you have to learn to adapt!" Aaron said sympathetically.

I'll try my best!

"What's she doing here?" Ron stared in astonishment at Phoebe beside Aaron, his face showing infatuation. "Did you come to see him off?"

Phoebe smiled and nodded, without denying it.

"The difference is just too big," Ron said with a hint of resentment. "We've been living in constant fear the whole way, escorted by that bearded man; the atmosphere was almost suffocating..."

"Ahem!" Mr. Weasley glared at him. There were two Auror right there, why was he spouting such obvious truths?

"What... what's your relationship?" Fred and George asked with interest.

"What's it to you?" Aaron asked irritably.

"We're just asking on behalf of some people." Fred raised an eyebrow at Aaron, while George glanced discreetly at Hermione.

Hermione's face darkened as she stared intently at Phoebe.

Their gazes collided in mid-air, causing the surrounding atmosphere to gradually freeze.

"George, who do you think will win?" Fred chuckled softly.

"Granger, I'm betting on a kilo."

"I think so too, but it would be a disservice to the secret martial arts we gave her."

"That's enough, you two. Get over here." Mrs. Weasley placed her two large hands on their shoulders and dragged them to the back of the train in the blink of an eye.

Aaron slapped his forehead, feeling only agitated. "Do as you please, I'm getting on the train first."

"Harry, you and Ron, Ginny go ahead. I need to speak with Miss Delacour."

"This..." Ginny hesitated before saying, "Should I stay and help you?"

"No need," Hermione said confidently. "Just remember to send your brother to the Prefect carriage."

"Come on, kids, we don't have much time left," Mr. Weasley said, as the two Auror urged Harry to get on the train, with Ginny and Ron following behind.

Hermione took a deep breath and stood confidently in front of Phoebe, "What's your relationship with him?"

"They're not boyfriend and girlfriend yet."

"Not yet?" Hermione's eyes narrowed. "So that means it will be in the future?"

"You can understand it that way," Phoebe said with a smile.

"I'm a Hogwarts student, and you're not," Hermione scoffed. "We still have two days until graduation!"

"So what? You didn't even come to Diagon Alley to see him during your Summer Holiday!"

"I... it's not that I don't want to leave, but Dumbledore won't allow us to leave so easily," Hermione explained somewhat reluctantly.

"Then I really have to thank Professor Dumbledore, otherwise I might not have had many opportunities." Phoebe said with a meaningful smile, "Alright, I'll stop teasing you, Hermione."

I learned a lot about the situation through various channels, including everything that happened that night with the Department of Mysteries, as well as the deal he made with Voldemort the night he left Gaius Castle.

You are much luckier than me. I have to admit that he treats you very specially, so specially that it makes me jealous.

However, he faces more pressure than anyone else and won't consider that kind of thing in the short term.

You currently have the greatest advantage, but this advantage will soon no longer be exclusively yours.

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned. The other person was clearly implying something, and it was really annoying that he didn't explain clearly.

"Do me a favor, and I'll tell you."

"What kind of help?"

Phoebe took a blue crystal bracelet out of her pocket. "Give this to him for me."

Why didn't you deliver it to him yourself?

"I braided this with my own hair. Do you think he would want it if I gave it to him?"

"Why should I help you?" Hermione said haughtily, raising her chin.

"Granger, do you think you can handle this all by yourself?" Phoebe said playfully.

Hermione's face flushed instantly. She couldn't believe that Phoebe would say such a thing. Was this still the proud Champion of Beauxbatons?

"You, you, how could you..."

"Surprised, isn't it?" Phoebe shook her head with a sigh. "I also made a huge decision."

I was initially somewhat unwilling, but Mr. Ollivander took me to Gaius Castle, and everyone else paled in comparison.

"Who is she?"

Phoebe didn't answer, she just stared at the bracelet quietly.

"I'll see them off!" Hermione said, feeling frustrated.

Phoebe hurriedly placed the bracelet on her hand, afraid that she might suddenly change her mind, "You can see her once you go to Hogwarts."

After saying that, Phoebe turned and left.

Hermione stood there, bewildered. Riddlers should all die.

Suddenly, the train whistle sounded, and she realized what was happening and boarded the train before the doors closed.

Unbeknownst to them, in a corner of the platform, George and Fred were staring at each other in disbelief.

"I thought Hermione would win," Fred said.

"But I didn't expect that only Aaron would win," George remarked. "Is the difference between people really that big?"

"We're both good-looking, and we're decent entrepreneurs, humorous, witty, and intelligent. So why don't any beautiful women ever approach us?"

"Not just one." Fred held up three fingers. "How did he do it?"

"I'd like to know too."

"That's enough, you two," Mrs. Weasley snapped. "Eavesdropping is immoral enough, and you're discussing it too."

"You didn't say that when we took out the Extendable Ears just now," the two brothers said in unison.

"Stop talking back to me." Mrs. Weasley felt a burning pain on her face. "You two are just bored and have nothing better to do. I'm just worried that Hermione will get hurt."