Will Hogwarts Guarantee Its Students' Safety?

Aaron looked at the kind-faced Dumbledore, gently stroked Abei's head, then straightened his posture and chuckled, "I refuse."

Principal, Professor Dumbledore, what you're saying is far too exaggerated.

That man in black robes had no idea I possessed such a treasure; otherwise, I wouldn't have fled in such a panic last night.

In other words, as long as you insiders keep it a secret, I'm still safe.

Dumbledore was taken aback, seemingly not expecting the other party to refuse so decisively, without any hesitation.

Hagrid stood expressionlessly to the side, hoping that Aaron would entrust the Resurrection Potion to Dumbledore safekeeping, which he considered the best decision.

However, he has offended Aaron one after another, and if he speaks up now, it might lead to rebellion.

"Aaron," Snape said, suppressing a laugh, "You'd better think carefully about the headmaster's suggestion; it won't do you any harm."

"But there's no benefit to it either, is there?"

"Give away a priceless family heirloom that could save your life to someone else for safekeeping?" Aaron joked. "Professor, how much water must have gotten into my brain to make such an absurd decision?"

Besides, to put it bluntly...

I've been hurt several times these past few days, and I'm afraid to trust people easily anymore.

Snape was speechless upon hearing this.

They did this just in case, to prevent Voldemort from finding another way to be resurrected.

But asking Aaron to hand over his family heirloom would be somewhat disrespectful to him.

Moreover, that potion was extremely valuable, and he and Dumbledore were not familiar with each other, with no basis for trust between them. This was practically the same as entrusting his life and fortune to a stranger.

"I understand your concerns," Dumbledore said meaningfully, "But I still hope you can leave the things behind."

Aaron frowned. "Principal, was my explanation unclear?"

No, you explained it very clearly.

But there's always a chance of something going wrong. What if that man in black comes after you...?

"That means someone leaked the secret," Aaron interjected, giving Hagrid a meaningful look.

The Giant immediately took a step back, for no other reason than feeling guilty.

Dumbledore amused and exasperated, not expecting this little Warlock to be so petty.

"I will give Hagrid a good talking-to."

If you're worried, I can set up a special spell for him later to make sure he doesn't reveal anything about you.

"Thank you, Principal. I really am very grateful."

This is the best news I've heard in the last two days. It's not that I don't trust Hagrid, but his ability to keep secrets is really exceptionally poor.

Perhaps after a few drinks, someone will be able to extract all your secrets from you.

"Aaron, I'm truly sorry for what happened these past two days," Hagrid stepped forward, smiling somewhat sheepishly. "But, I'm actually still quite reliable."

"Hehe! Anyone can say nice things."

But actually... who knows!

Hagrid silently lowered his head, his heart filled with mixed feelings of frustration, grievance, and anger, a bittersweet mix of emotions, but he really couldn't think of any rebuttal.

First, he let Harry and his friends steal Aaron's Abei, which resulted in them being put in solitary confinement. During their confinement, they did not listen to his advice and almost put the three students in danger. In addition, they told Dumbledore it as soon as they left the Forbidden Forest.

I reckon his morals have been completely shattered by Aaron's influence.

"Cough cough!"

Dumbledore coughed a few times like an old man, successfully drawing everyone's attention. He was worried that if Aaron continued to speak the truth, it would shatter Hagrid's fragile heart.

"Let's get down to business first!"

Gaius, don't think I'm making things difficult for you; in fact, your situation may not be so safe.

You may have already come into the black-robed man's sights.

"Oh?" Aaron smiled meaningfully. "Judging from the principal's words, you seem to know this man in black robes quite well!"

Dumbledore moment, "It's just a guess, but we can't rule out the possibility that this guess is very likely."

Your safety is really..."

That's the school's problem.

Actually, back in the summer, before I officially started school, my father suggested that I go to Durmstrang, saying that I would receive better care there.

However, I chose Hogwarts.

For no other reason than that I like this school, I like its history, and I like its learning atmosphere.

"Most importantly, this school has the most powerful white Warlock in the Magic World, Albus Dumbledore, whose honors and legends are countless." Aaron said in a serious tone, appearing particularly devout, as if he wanted to have "Dumbledore is my idol" written all over his face. In fact, only he himself knew the truth of some of what he said.

"So, Professor, Hogwarts will guarantee the safety of the students, right?"

Upon hearing Dumbledore was completely stunned, experiencing a heart-pounding sensation he hadn't felt in a long time.

The last time he had this feeling was decades ago.

How was he supposed to respond to that? This ten-year-old Warlock was being way too sarcastic!

The answer is definitely yes, Hogwarts will ensure the safety of the students, and he doesn't even want the Potions Aaron has anymore.

To deny it... that's impossible; Hogwarts ' reputation would plummet.

Unless it's an established fact, he, as the principal, has to maintain the school's reputation.

Moreover, this is the Headmaster's Office, and portraits of all the past principals are displayed here. If he dares to give a negative answer, these people will definitely be able to criticize him for a long time.

That feeling was unbearable and had a significant impact on the mood of this centenarian.

If it were a year ago, he could have confidently assured Aaron that things were different now—there was a new Dark Lord in the school!

Dumbledore didn't answer immediately, but instead gave Snape a wink, hoping he could smooth things over.

To his surprise, Snape's face kept twitching, completely oblivious to his hints.

As for Hagrid, he didn't even consider him.

If Aaron was putting on an act, using half-truths to embarrass him, then Hagrid was genuinely showing his feelings, treating Aaron as his confidant.

In Hagrid's heart, Hogwarts was the best school, Dumbledore was the most trustworthy person.

"Hogwarts can certainly guarantee the safety of the students," Dumbledore said seriously, as he had to protect the school's reputation first.

"That's right," Aaron thought to himself.

"Yes..." Dumbledore, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Aaron, don't laugh at me, but even I can only defeat the enemies on the surface."

In such a vast place Hogwarts, it's impossible for me to cater to everyone, impossible to be perfect in every way; that's inevitable.

As for that black-robed man hiding in the shadows, unless he deliberately reveals himself, there's nothing I can do.

However, I can guarantee that of all the magic schools, Hogwarts is absolutely the best, and its protection of students is paramount.

Aaron:...

That idiot, what an idiot.

This wave of answers he gave was full.

He saved face for the school while also giving himself a way out. This humble and composed attitude is enough to prove that he has not lived in vain for more than a hundred years.

"Aaron Gaius, I still hope you can entrust the Resurrection Potion to me for safekeeping. I will return it to you intact when I have time off."

If this bothers you, I apologize in advance.

I do have reasons why I have to do this, and I hope you can understand.

If that man in black were to obtain that Potions, it would bring immense crisis to Hogwarts and even the entire Magic World.

Aaron remained silent for a while, then let out a long sigh and took out the emerald green potion.

"Professor, thank you for not lying to me."

If your answer just now didn't satisfy me, I will not take this out under any circumstances.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, then looked at the bottle of Resurrection Potion, first with surprise, then with relief.

With his extensive experience and the explanations from Hagrid and Snape, he naturally recognized the Potions's incredible healing power.

That was close! Luckily Hagrid arrived in time last night, otherwise if the Dark Lord had gotten his hands on that thing, things would have been really bad.

This is far superior to the Philosopher's Stone, directly eliminating the complicated steps of concocting the elixir of Unaging.

One step and I'm fully revived!

"Thank you for your trust, Aaron."

"I have a small condition," Aaron said. "You can see the value of this Potions; it's meant to save your life in a critical moment."

But if I entrust it to you, my life will undoubtedly be less secure.

"What are you trying to say?" Dumbledore. "As long as it's something I can do, I won't refuse."

"Hey! You're exaggerating, you're exaggerating." Aaron put the Resurrection Potion on his desk. "My condition is simple: before the holidays, the school needs to pay more attention to my safety."

"If necessary, I can give the professor a command once; otherwise, I don't feel safe!"

"This..." Dumbledore glanced at the Resurrection Potion on the table, which was worth no less than Philosopher's Stone, and without much hesitation, said, "I agree."