The Book of Prophecy's Prediction, Bringing Two More Pets

The next day.

News of Voldemort's death spread throughout the country.

The Death Eaters scattered like monkeys when the tree fell. Some fled, while others were captured.

Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed interim Minister of Magic. His first order was to release the innocent prisoners held in Azkaban and restore those who had been subjected to the Killing Curse to normal.

Aaron paid no attention to any of that. At the moment, he was in his bedroom, awkwardly enduring Hermione and Fleur's admiring gazes, as well as Clea's teasing look.

"Could you stop looking at me like that?" Aaron asked embarrassedly. Though being looked at this way by girls he liked was quite gratifying, after a while, it still made him feel uncomfortable.

"No." Hermione smiled and shook her head. "No wonder you never took Voldemort seriously. If Aunt Lisana hadn't introduced us to the true Gaius Family yesterday, I wouldn't have known that the wizarding world had hidden guardians.

"No, even hidden guardians aren't enough to describe families like yours. You should be held in even greater esteem."

"It's not that exaggerated." Aaron waved his hand. "The privileges we enjoy are almost equal to the obligations we have to bear. If our ancestors hadn't established rules so rigorous they were practically inhuman, I probably wouldn't be much better than Draco.

"In a sense, I actually envy Draco a great deal. He's the true successful second-generation rich kid—wealthy, powerful, and free to be willful in many matters.

"But I'm different. I was born carrying the responsibility of my family.

"Being too talented is a burden to me. It directly cut off my path to winning in life without doing anything."

"Be content! At least you can go off and have fun elsewhere, unlike my brother, who runs off to ruins at