The Hearts of the Undying Are All Black

Aaron could clearly sense Snape's relief, and he became even more certain that Snape knew Voldemort might be at Hogwarts, and that he might be plotting to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

But he was also certain that Snape could not possibly be Voldemort's accomplice, otherwise he would never have been able to protect the Resurrection Potion, because a Dark Lord in his prime would definitely have been able to take Snape and escape from Hogwarts unscathed.

"Professor, can you tell me now if anyone else knows about this?"

Snape took a deep breath and smiled at Aaron. "Don't worry too much. There aren't many people who know. Besides the one who came last night, there are only two others."

"That's good, it won't be too troublesome to handle." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the other person in the know wasn't Professor Quirrell, his safety was still guaranteed.

But it couldn't be Quirrell. Voldemort had Quirrell suffer two spells last night. Even if Quirrell didn't care about the injury, he still had to take care of the barely surviving Voldemort.

It's estimated that aside from attending classes, he will try to minimize his public appearances and stay in the office.

"But the other insider isn't as easy to talk to as I am." Snape smiled meaningfully, pouring a bucket of cold water on Aaron's heart. "You have to come with me to the Headmaster's Office. Our headmaster is waiting for you there."

"The Headmaster? Albus Dumbledore?" Aaron asked in surprise, "He knows about it too?"

What do you think?

You know Hagrid, right?

Although I'm not a fan of his, he must have some unique qualities to have managed to stay at Hogwarts for so many years.

But he was too loyal to Dumbledore, revealing almost no secrets to him. Last night, after leaving the Forbidden Forest, he went straight to the Headmaster's Office.

"Absolutely beautiful!" Aaron's face showed a hint of bitterness, as if he was about to cry. "No one at Hogwarts is Dumbledore. He's such a nuisance."

"You seem to know him quite well?" Snape asked curiously. "I have no idea you have any connection with him."

"Don't misunderstand, Professor."

I am not familiar with the principal, and my knowledge of Dumbledore is limited to the introduction in the book.

However, my ancestors summarized a valuable guide, one of the principles of which is this: The longer a person lives, the more experience they accumulate, and the harder it is to guess their true thoughts.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "You're absolutely right."

"Right!"

This type of person is commonly known as an "old geezer".

If you encounter someone who isn't famous, that's fine, because they are often unambitious and just want to retire peacefully.

However, when you encounter those renowned and high-ranking elderly people, you need to be more vigilant, because these people are all cunning and ruthless, and you might be sold out without even knowing it if you're not careful.

In short, those old geezers have dirty hearts.

Snape clapped his hands, looking quite pleased with himself. "Absolutely right, very right."

If I had known what Yu said before, I wouldn't have ended up like this...

Sigh! It's a long story!

"Aaron, I have a favor to ask, could I take a look at your family's treasure book?"

"Impossible! Forget about it!" Aaron refused without even thinking.

That "Thief Thief Thief Treasure Book" is an ancestral precept passed down through his family for thousands of years, and it has been continuously improved.

It has no magic power, and it doesn't contain any valuable spells. It's just an ordinary book, but it's not something that outsiders can just read.

"Alright! My apologies for being so abrupt," Snape said, then opened the door. "Come with me!"

"Professor, can I not go?"

"Of course, I'd love to have some free time."

But if Dumbledore doesn't wait for you, he'll probably take the initiative to look for you next.

"Then I'll go!"

The two arrived at the eighth Seventh Floor of the castle, where Aaron stood with Snape in front of a gargoyle-shaped stone beast.

"Lemon tea!"

As Snape uttered the words, the Dripping Stone Beast jumped aside, and the wall behind it cracked in two, revealing a spiral staircase that slowly moved upwards.

Snape came to a door via the stairs and pushed it open to go inside.

"Principal, I've brought the person you're looking for."

"Good job." Dumbledore, his back to the two as he organized the bookshelves on the stairs. "Aaron Gaius, you are the first student to come to my office this semester."

"I'm flattered," Aaron said with a forced smile.

He looked around the round room and had to admit that it was much better than Snape's office.

More spacious, brighter, and without the mixed smell of various Potions.

The lockers are filled with all sorts of silver utensils, and the walls are adorned with portraits of past principals, allowing one to see the faces and voices of these famous figures.

Although they were just a group of deceased, decrepit old men, the fact that the current White Lord could place them here was enough to prove their power in life.

On the desk was a gilded perch, upon which stood a strange bird with red feathers, its sharp eyes fixed on Abei, as if it had discovered something interesting.

Abei also looked at the strange bird with curiosity, a strange light appearing in her bright eyes, and then... she couldn't help but wipe the drool from the corner of her mouth.

He also saw a dozing Sorting Hat on the shelf, and a Giant waving at him with an awkward laugh...

Giant?

huge...

Hagrid.

Aaron was instantly wide awake, glaring at him angrily, his black Wand already drawn.

Hagrid felt a chill run down his spine and slowly moved along with Dumbledore, afraid that Aaron might lose control and cast a spell on him.

He knew he hadn't done anything right, but with such a big incident in the Forbidden Forest, for the safety of Hogwarts, he had no choice but to report it to Dumbledore.

Someone as meticulous as him would never overlook any details.

Why are you dodging? I'm not going to hit you.

"That's hard to say," Hagrid said guiltily.

"So you know what you've done!" Aaron sneered. "Just for what you've done, it's only right that I beat you up. If I weren't outmatched..."

"Feel sorry!"

I've heard those two words far too many times lately.

"Hagrid, I just want to ask you, what did I do to offend you that you're targeting me at every turn?"

"I... this..." Hagrid's eyes darted around as he hurriedly explained, "Actually, it's just a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to."

Do you think I'd believe that?

"That's it." Dumbledore slowly walked down the stairs. "Whether it was intentional or not, I don't want it anymore."

Aaron, you are a clever boy; you should understand what I mean.

"You know." Aaron glared at Hagrid. "The deed is done, there's no point in keeping harping on it."

"Thanks!"

"Don't thank me yet, Hagrid."

The only thing you can control is your mouth; think twice before you speak.

"I understand!"

Aaron shook his head, having little hope for Hagrid's assurances.

"Please sit down, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore sat down at the desk, smiling at Aaron.

Aaron didn't object and pulled Abei up from the ground, sitting him down in the chair.

"Professor, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Didn't Professor Snape tell you?" Dumbledore asked meaningfully. "I thought you knew?"

"What he said is completely different from what you said."

"Beat it!"

Hagrid told me about what happened last night, including the attack on the Unicorn by the black-robed man, and how you possess a very special Potions. Dumbledore paused slightly. "Aaron, could I see that potion?"

"I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible," Aaron said earnestly.

"Headmaster, I've seen it." Snape's expression was solemn. "The effect is very strong, unbelievable. It can instantly restore a person on the verge of death to their best condition, and can even revive someone who has just died."

However, there is nothing that can be done about lives that have been dead for a long time.

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, but he quickly regained his composure and smiled gently, "That's already quite remarkable."

"Professor Dumbledore, if you want to learn about my Potions, please forgive me for refusing."

Since yesterday, that bottle has been opened twice, and a small portion has evaporated.

"Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean that," Dumbledore smile. "What I meant was, could you please let me keep that bottle of potion for you?"

"What?" Aaron was completely dumbfounded.

What do you mean? Everyone else is just looking around, why are you taking advantage of this?

You are the White Lord, and it's true that you are powerful, but you can't bully others just because you're powerful!

"Professor, I must have misheard you." Aaron frowned. "You mean you want me to hand over the Resurrection Potion to you for safekeeping?"

"I'm sorry, you heard me right."

Dumbledore also felt it was strange to pressure a junior like this.

However, despite Lenovo's own plans, he still shamelessly made this request.

"Give me a reason, or rather, what right do you have?" Aaron said calmly. "Even if you are the principal, you have no right to force students to hand over their belongings."

The others in the office looked at each other, not expecting Aaron to be so assertive in front of the principal.

"Aaron, you saw it last night too. There's a black-robed man hiding in Hogwarts."

He is dangerous and desperately needs to replenish his life force, so... this is also for your safety.

I can guarantee that I will return it in its original condition after the holiday.