Caught Eavesdropping, Hogwarts Transfer Student

After leaving the Slughorn box, Aaron went straight to the Slytherin box.

He needs to meet with Draco to figure out his current state, and at least make sure he doesn't impulsively cause any major trouble.

Zabini and Goyle were arguing, but when he came in, they both shut up and sat down in their seats, looking rather annoyed.

"Can anyone tell me what just happened?"

"It's nothing," Zabini said. "There was a problem with the sliding door just now, and I accidentally tripped over Goyle."

Aaron shook his head speechlessly, then found a seat and sat down. "Draco, you don't seem to be in a good state right now. You seem to have something on your mind."

"Never mind that," Draco said impatiently, his head resting on Pansy Perkins's lap. "It's none of your business."

"I don't want to ask, but I have to remind you to protect yourself."

Draco nodded slightly, no longer pursuing the topic, and turned to look at Zabini, "What does Slughorn want to do?"

He tried to curry favor with people who were related to or connected to important figures, but he didn't find many.

Who did he invite?

"Gryffindor Mack".

"Yes, his uncle is a high-ranking official in the ministry," Draco said dismissively.

"Belby, a Ravenclaw."

"He's just a good-for-nothing, ignore him," Pansy said. "Who else?"

"Me," Aaron shrugged, "Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and Ginny Weasley."

"I can understand inviting you and Potter, but Longbottom ..." Pansy said incredulously, "Could he have made a mistake? I don't think there's anything about him worth paying attention to."

"That's not surprising. Neville's parents were once the best Auror, although now... they've retired due to illness."

"And what about that Weasley family girl?" Draco sneered. "What's so unusual about her?"

"Lots of boys like him, don't they?" Pansy said dismissively.

"Being pretty is only one aspect," Aaron explained. "What's really important is her talent. In a one-on-one fight, at least a third of the people in our carriage wouldn't be able to beat her."

"I really regret Slughorn's taste; he might be getting a little senile," Draco said. "My father said he was a brilliant Warlock; he probably didn't hear I was in the carriage, otherwise..."

"I don't think you're very likely to be invited," Zabini said. "I've heard about Nott's situation, and his face darkened after he learned that his father was arrested by the ministry. I don't think Slughorn is interested in Death Eater."

"You old fool," Draco cursed angrily. "What is he? Just a stupid schoolteacher."

"It's not that simple," Aaron said calmly. "As far as I know, he was personally invited by Dumbledore. It takes courage to come to Hogwarts to teach at this time."

In addition, he is from Slytherin. Putting aside his professional knowledge, his connections are definitely beyond your imagination.

From high-ranking officials and nobles to humble peddlers and soldiers, he had influential figures in every walk of life within the Magic World.

"My dad is definitely better than him," Draco retorted defiantly.

"I don't deny that your father is absolutely worthy of the title 'professional' in this area."

However, Horace Slughorn is indeed a capable professor, though he has some flaws, but they are minor.

"You have a pretty good opinion of him," Draco scoffed. "It doesn't matter if this washed-up old fatso doesn't like me; maybe I won't be going to Hogwarts next year anyway."

"What do you mean by that?" Pansy asked, displeased.

She's liked Draco for a long time, and if he's no longer at Hogwarts, where will she find him?

"Perhaps I should do something more exciting and not waste my life in Charms Class."

As soon as he finished speaking, Crabbe and Goyle stared at him in astonishment, Zabini looked curious, Pansy was dumbfounded, and Aaron sighed softly.

This is a recipe for disaster, you're going to be tied to the Death Eater forever. Even your parents can't handle it, do you have to be so confident?

"You mean... him?" Pansy asked cautiously.

"Now that academic performance isn't as important, would the Dark Lord care about grades after he gains power?"

No, he only cares about how others serve him and how they prove their loyalty to him.

"But you're only ten years old," Zabini frowned. "You haven't obtained your official qualifications yet!"

"That's hard to say, he asked me to do it..."

"Enough!" Aaron roared, Draco's voice abruptly stopped, and everyone else in the carriage turned to look at him.

"If you have nothing better to do, turn your face away," Aaron said slowly, but his voice was unusually cold, so the others naturally dared not pay any more attention.

"I don't care what he tells you to do, but if I were you, I wouldn't let anyone know before I did this."

The Dark Lord is no good person; don't do anything for him without being prepared.

"I understand," Draco said weakly.

"We won't tell anyone," Pansy said.

Aaron didn't care about this, because even if the story got out, no one would believe it.

The train gradually slowed down and came to a stop at Hogsmeade Station.

Everyone else in the private room left one after another, leaving only Aaron and Draco behind.

"You go ahead! I'll check the things," Draco said.

Aaron ignored him and instead looked at the luggage rack. "The Invisibility Cloak is pretty good, but it can't fool my eyes or Abei's nose. I knew there was someone hiding in the private room from the moment I came in."

"Petrificus Totalus."

Draco immediately drew his Wand and cast the Petrification Spell.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The person on the luggage rack Harry swayed and fell to the ground.

The Invisibility Cloak failed to conceal his figure, leaving him completely immobilized and forced to watch helplessly as the two approached.

Malfoy looked at him smugly, "I heard the Goyle box bump into you. When Zabini came, you must have been the one blocking the door, but unfortunately, I saw something white flash by."

"He's wearing shoes, right?" Aaron looked speechlessly at Harry wearing white sneakers. "I really don't know what to say to you. Spying on others is great, isn't it? But have you ever thought about the consequences if you get caught?"

"I can handle it, I don't need your help," Draco said.

"Do you think I'm going to help you?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Harry Potter does need to be taught a lesson, but you can't go too far."

Draco pursed his lips, studied Harry for a moment, and then kicked him in the nose.

Red blood gushed out, covering the Harry's mouth and nose.

"Tsk!" Aaron shook his head in disgust. "Too brutal."

"He deserved it," Draco cursed angrily, then picked up his suitcase, stepped on Harry, and left the box.

"Finite Incantatem."

Aaron lifted the Petrification Spell, Harry's body was no longer stiff.

He wiped the blood from his nose, staggered to his feet, and tried to make himself look less disheveled.

Do you need me to fix your nose?

"No, no need... alright! If possible, that would be even better."

"Episkey."

With a snap, Harry felt a burning pain in his nose, but it quickly Reparo.

"Thank you," Harry said. "You just now..."

"I don't think I did anything wrong," Aaron said calmly. "Eavesdropping is nothing, but getting caught eavesdropping should come at a price."

"But I haven't heard any useful information."

"Let's not tell jokes like that." Aaron patted him on the shoulder. "If you were to hear some important information, he wouldn't use Petrification Spell, he'd use an amnesia spell."

Harry was speechless. After changing into his school uniform, he followed Aaron off the train.

Ron and Hermione waited anxiously by the car door, only breathing a sigh of relief when the two came out.

"Where did this blood on your face come from?" Ron asked, frowning.

"He fell flat on his face," Aaron answered for him, adding sarcastically, "Face to the ground, that hurt like hell!"

"It's nothing, just a minor accident," Harry said sheepishly. It was too embarrassing to have suffered such a big loss at Malfoy's hands; it was better not to let anyone know.

"Hurry up and get on the bus, or it will be too late."

A few minutes later, the four boarded the last carriage and headed toward Hogwarts.

Looking at the Thestral pulling the cart, Harry couldn't help but think of his past, and his mood gradually became heavy. "Aaron, Malfoy, he..."

"I don't know, and I don't want to know," Aaron said immediately. "I finally managed to get out of that mess, don't try to drag me back in."

Harry's lips twitched, and he had to swallow back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

As time ticked by, the carriage came to a stop at the school gate.

Aaron seemed to sense something, staring blankly at the wall for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"A barrier, an extremely powerful barrier."

Even I would find it difficult to break through in a short time; it's Dumbledore personally set up the defenses.

"You guessed right, Dumbledore personally set up the Anti-Invasion Charm, which is twice as powerful as before." Professor Flitwick handed over the famous spellbook. "You four are the only ones left. If it's any later, you'll have to spend the night outside."

"Name."

"Professor, you've known us for five years, haven't you?" Harry felt a little confused.

"No one is exempt," Professor Flitwick said seriously. "This is for the safety of the school; it would be troublesome if the Auror investigated."

"The Auror are here too?" Ron asked in surprise.

"The Ministry of Magic has made arrangements to protect Hogwarts students, especially Harry Potter."

"I don't think that will work," Aaron said.

"This is the result of discussions Dumbledore and the Minister for Magic. The barrier is not a panacea; it may be useful for Auror in case of emergencies."

The group symbolically left their names, and Filch checked them again with a magical detector before they walked up the marble steps along the path.

Upon entering the Great Hall, Aaron sat at the Slytherin table, while Harry., and the other two went to the Gryffindor Long Table.

A short while later, Hagrid returned to his seat, while Professor McGonagall led the new students to the front of the Great Hall.

As in previous years, she took attendance, and the Sorting Hat determined which house the freshmen would attend.

Aaron is the Slytherin Prefect, and every time the Sorting Hat names a Slytherin, he has to welcome them on behalf of Slytherin House.

The resurrection of Voldemort may have caused panic in the Magic World, resulting in fewer new students this year than in previous years. However, with Hogwarts in charge, Dumbledore is still doing alright overall.

The sorting of freshmen was almost complete, but Professor McGonagall did not take the Sorting Hat; instead, she stood there waiting for something.

At this moment Dumbledore stood up and amplified his voice with Amplification Charm, "The Sorting Ceremony is not officially over yet. Hogwarts will be welcoming a transfer student this year, who will spend two happy years of learning with us."

Please welcome our new student, Miss Clea Darwen.

Aaron spat out a mouthful of juice, while Abei excitedly stood up, eagerly searching for the figure of his future mistress.

"What's wrong with you?" Draco asked, puzzled. "He's just a transfer student, right? He probably got in through connections."

"Heh!" Aaron scratched his head, on the verge of tears. "You probably didn't hear her name clearly."

"Clea Da..." Draco started to say, then seemed to pause, looking at Aaron in surprise. "What's your relationship with her? Are you siblings?"

"If they were siblings, I would accept it, but..." Aaron hesitated, not wanting to say that they were lusting after him, what would others think?

As soon as Clea emerged from the waiting room of the branch school, she attracted the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. She captivated young and old alike, and many people secretly swallowed their saliva.

They'd seen beautiful women before, but this was the first time they'd ever seen one so pure and lovely, a true epitome of innocence.

The female students felt ashamed of themselves, while the male students proudly stood tall, trying their best to present their best selves, hoping that the goddess would glance at them.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Clea walked straight through the Great Hall and stood at the end of the Slytherin table, looking smugly at Aaron, who was bowing his head and remaining silent.

"Surprised? I should be attending this school for the next two years, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

Click!

The sound of heartbreak rang out one after another, silent yet undeniably real.

Countless angry gazes were fixed on Aaron, and most of the boys seemed to understand what 'the hatred of having one's wife stolen' meant at this moment.

"You're really something." Aaron gave a thumbs up, then muttered to himself, "You've already attracted so much hatred as soon as you arrived."

"This doesn't seem to be my fault!" Clea said matter-of-factly. "If you're not comfortable, you can transfer schools, but I don't think you will."

"Indeed not." Aaron said with a wry smile. Hogwarts has the fastest development speed. Who knows how many more years he would have to struggle after leaving this school.

"Miss Darwen," Professor McGonagall couldn't help but remind her, "Would you be able to attend the Sorting Ceremony?"

"Of course, Professor."

Clea sat down gracefully in the chair. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore glances, then reluctantly placed the Sorting Hat on her head.

Although the outcome was already predetermined, she still wanted to take this opportunity to learn about the new student's talent.