Post-War Gains, Creating Virtual Life

The war was over.

The sun slowly rose over Hogwarts, its warm light falling across everyone's faces.

The bodies were gathered into a single room, while people filled the Great Hall, freely expressing their mourning and celebration—the tangled emotions of grief and joy.

Harry Potter became a hero in every sense of the word, a symbol of leadership and hope. This left him no choice but to accept everyone's gratitude and console the families of the fallen, exhausting him to the bone.

"I think I understand why you want to keep a low profile." Moody looked sympathetically at Harry, who was surrounded by the crowd and unable to get away. "Just watching him makes me tired."

"It's a family maxim passed down through generations: keep a low profile in life, and an even lower profile in what you do," Aaron explained patiently. "What I did in this war wasn't exactly low-key, but there's someone exceptionally high-profile who can hide my light.

The Chosen One, Harry Potter, defeated the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort. Against news that huge, I'm just a nobody. No one will be paying attention to me anytime soon."

"And in the long run?"

Aaron merely smiled without answering, casually rolling up his sleeve.

After Voldemort's death, the Gaius Family crest had regained its original colors.

That meant he could return to the family and resume his identity as the mysterious and noble heir. Unless they wanted to go out of business, no publisher would dare go digging for stories about him.

"I still need to visit the Forbidden Forest, so I'll excuse myself."

With that, Aaron picked up Abei, and the man and dragon quickly vanished from sight.

Forbidden Forest.

The moment Aaron appeared, Ake bowed. "Master."

"No need for formalities."

"Is it over?" Snape asked eagerly.