Such a Shame We Didn't Meet Sooner

Harry and the others were wasting their time on Snape, which was a waste of time and energy. They should have focused on Hagrid instead.

Although the effect won't be significant, it's essentially narrowing the path forward.

After all, this Giant was simple-minded and might not even realize that he had revealed the secret, but that doesn't mean he had no influence whatsoever.

Aaron, however, put himself in Voldemort's shoes and came up with a simpler and more direct solution: to keep an eye on Dumbledore.

He couldn't believe that the mighty Dark Lord couldn't handle a Three-headed Dog; that was a complete joke.

It wouldn't be too difficult for Voldemort to kill the Fluffy, but the commotion it would cause would definitely be significant.

The roar of the Three-headed Dog would echo throughout the entire castle, and this alarm would attract powerful enemies, at which point everything would be unpredictable.

If these enemies are just professors, he might be able to escape at some cost, but if Dumbledore is involved, it's a complete free kill. So he'll definitely try to get the method of getting through to Fluffy from Hagrid.

In reality, even if he figured out all the mechanisms, he probably wouldn't act immediately, because making even the slightest noise could attract Dumbledore's attention.

Even if you get the Philosopher's Stone, it won't be of any use. A White Lord in his prime could easily wipe out a Dark Lord who's barely clinging to life.

For Voldemort, the best time to act was when Dumbledore left Hogwarts; at other times, there was always some risk involved.

In his current half-dead state, he is simply unable to take any risks.

Fortunately, Aaron and Dumbledore informal negotiation, and Aaron was able to come up with a reasonable excuse to ask the two professors about Dumbledore's whereabouts at any time; otherwise, the situation would have been really difficult to handle.

On the first day, the entire Hogwarts became serious.

The final exam, a test that excites good students and dreads bad students, fell precisely on the heads of all students, leaving no one out.

The written exam is the most time-consuming and the most grueling.

You have to answer all the questions in a stuffy classroom using a spell-enchanted feather pen.

Aaron was the first to walk out of the examination room. He had a photographic memory, so he didn't need to think at all when answering questions; he could just glance at the answers and know what to write.

Hermione and Draco handed in their papers almost simultaneously, exchanging defiant stares, as if two spells had collided, sparking intense flames in the air.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed. "Gentlemen, I am very pleased with the competitive spirit in your eyes right now."

But please, tone it down a bit, we haven't finished our exams yet!

The two of them snorted coldly at the same time and turned their heads away one after the other.

"You're doomed, Malfoy."

"That's not necessarily true," Draco sneered.

He knew he was slightly inferior to Hermione in academics, but he couldn't afford to lose face. Before the results came out, he absolutely couldn't let his opponent overpower him in terms of momentum.

After the written exam came the practical exams. Students entered three classrooms in turn: Charms Class, Potions Class, and Transfiguration Class. They had to cast spells to make water balloons dance, turn mice into boxes, and prepare potions according to strict procedures.

Professor Flitwick would assess the effectiveness of the spells, and the final score for the Charms Class would be determined by a written exam.

This professor is lenient with his exams and enthusiastic with his students. He always gives high marks unless something unexpected happens, and if something does happen, you can pass the exam by taking it again.

The Potions Class exam wasn't as difficult as many students thought. As long as you could complete the steps smoothly, you would pass. Professor Snape, the Potions Master, would judge you by the quality of the potion.

However, Gryffindor will definitely receive more 'care', and he will try his best to put more pressure on them within his permitted authority.

For example, Harry and Ron, under his intimidating gaze, nervously completed their exams.

Professor McGonagall is quite strict; she checks the boxes for any flaws and deducts a certain amount based on the size of the flaw.

If the box has mouse whiskers or a tail, then you're on your own, because it means you'll be hovering around the passing mark.

However, if half of the box is a mouse's body and it can still move around, then it will undoubtedly fail.

"How are you feeling?" Aaron asked, holding Abei and looking meaningfully at Draco and the other two as they walked out of the History of Magic exam room.

"It's barely passable!" Crabbe shook his head. "Most of the questions weren't too difficult, but there were a few I really didn't know how to do. I didn't write a single word, afraid that Professor Binns would say I was tampering with history."

"I feel the same way, I think so too." Goyle wholeheartedly agreed.

"I think it's a bit of a shame," Draco said with some regret. "There was only one question I couldn't answer: the reason for the House-elf's rebellion."

I didn't listen to the professor's lecture because I have a House Elf at home, and its submissive attitude is simply the best.

So... I have absolutely no interest in their rebellion; I suspect it's just a minor skirmish!

Aaron's lips twitched, then he gave him a thumbs up. "Your idea is really... wrong, especially as the heir of Pure-blood families."

Is there a problem?

"The problem is you probably can't even beat your own House Elf," Aaron said, speechless.

"No way!" Draco was a little incredulous. "I admit they're good at housework, but that's about it."

That's your misconception.

House Elf will not lay a hand on their owners, no matter how much they have suffered.

However, this doesn't mean they are weak. In fact, some House Elf are even comparable in fighting power to Auror, and when they fight with their lives on the line, they are completely reckless.

Draco couldn't help but swallow hard. He couldn't accept that the least powerful House-elf in the house was actually stronger than him.

"From now on, you should treat your House-elf at home a little better!"

Although they are servants, they are still considered strong compared to us novice Warlock.

"Of course, how you treat it is your Malfoy family business, I won't interfere, nor do I have the right to interfere, but..." Aaron paused, raising a little finger, "... until you have the ability to defeat it, it's best to give it a little bit of respect."

Draco nodded blankly. "I'll try my best!"

After the final exams, the atmosphere at Hogwarts became noticeably more relaxed.

The tension completely dissipated, and some students even started cheering.

Regardless of how well they did on the exam, at least they were free and carefree for a week before the results came out.

And after this week comes a long Summer Holiday, which is something everyone can look forward to.

However, despite the relaxed atmosphere, Aaron had a feeling that a storm was brewing.

Because Harry often went to Hagrid's place and would occasionally come over to ask him if Snape had done anything unusual.

Moreover, the frequency of the questions has been increasing, from asking once every two days to asking once a day, and now asking several times a day.

After more than ten encounters, Aaron inevitably 'guessed' some things, so he simply 'laid the table' with them.

Of course, the cards they laid out were half true and half false; more often, they deliberately supported Harry and his friends' deduction that Snape might be a bad guy.

After a brief exchange of information, the two sides naturally concluded that Voldemort was at Hogwarts and that someone (most likely Professor Snape) was working with him to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly. Harry and Ron both expressed regret for not knowing Aaron sooner, while Aaron seriously put on a look of regret for not knowing him sooner.

"Harry, I really find you annoying." Aaron rubbed his forehead as he watched Harry Potter pacing back and forth in the Transfiguration Class classroom. "You're the first person, besides my uncle, who has ever made me feel so annoyed."

It took him several years to give me this feeling, while you only took less than ten days.

In a sense, this already constitutes a kind of achievement.

"I know, I know," Harry said emotionally. "I feel like something's not right in me. My forehead feels like it's on fire."

This scar has hurt before, but it has never hurt as frequently as it does now.

This must be a harbinger of something; the man in black is about to make his move, and danger is imminent.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione and Ron sitting to the side. "Has he always been this neurotic?"

"With all this free time, why not worry about your exam results?"

"It's been these past few days," Ron explained. "After the exams, we were all relaxed, but he seemed to be in a state of extreme anxiety, waking up in terror from his sleep for several days in a row."

"Um... I suggest you go find Madam Pomfrey, she..."

"I don't have any illness," Harry interrupted Aaron anxiously.

"What I mean is that she should have some kind of calming Potions, and you need to calm down right now."

"But I... I don't want to vomit."

Aaron's face darkened, and he immediately cast a Sleeping Charm on him.

A beam of blue light struck Harry, and he immediately closed his eyes and slumped onto a table.

"Phew! It's much quieter now," Aaron laughed, then saw Hermione and Ron looking completely bewildered.

"This, this, but this..." Ron stammered, unable to speak clearly, "What did you do to him?"

"I just let him rest for a while."

"Don't worry, I've controlled the power. He'll wake up soon."