Raising Dragons Requires Planning Ahead

In the afternoon, Aaron walked out of the Hospital Wing with two college professors.

However, when she left, Madam Pomfrey's complexion was not very good. From her medical perspective, although the three patients looked fully recovered, their mental state was obviously not very good, and they needed to recuperate for a day or two.

The three of them had a very clear destination: Dumbledore's Headmaster's Office.

Aaron walked between the two professors, holding a cute little black dog in his arms, looking like a rich young master.

Although he was already like that, Aaron felt extremely embarrassed at this moment.

Because neither professor took their eyes off Abei, whom he was holding in his arms, the pet's status was even higher than his own.

"Professors, it really doesn't have to be that serious."

"Although Abei is a Fantastic Beasts, it's not like you haven't seen it before," Aaron said somewhat embarrassedly. "You don't need to follow me; I've been to the Headmaster's Office before."

"I used to think of Abei as just a mischievous and cute kitten," Professor McGonagall said with a slight smile. "I even fed it treats. Can you imagine how excited I was when I found out it was Fantastic Beasts?"

Not everyone can befriend Fantastic Beasts like Hagrid, because he is very patient with Fantastic Beasts and has cultivated a bond with them since childhood, which has earned him an incredible friendship.

Even Hagrid never truly tamed a dragon, yet you brazenly keep one by your side and tame it completely.

"Professor McGonagall, it's a bit too early for you to define it as a dragon."

"Dragons don't control their size, and they're not that obedient," Professor Snape said meaningfully. "You'd better make sure it's harmless and won't suddenly attack and hurt people, otherwise it won't be as simple as just sending it home."

Hagrid was expelled from school for keeping a terrifying Fantastic Beasts Fantastic Beasts as a pet, which is still alive in the Forbidden Forest.

As you know, even that newly hatched dinosaur was sent to Romania, so... think carefully about how to explain this, otherwise the consequences are hard to predict."

Aaron paused slightly, then sighed deeply, "Thank you for your concern, Professor."

However, I think I probably don't need any explanation.

"No, you mustn't think that way." Professor McGonagall's smile vanished instantly. "Dumbledore is a kind and benevolent headmaster, but that's precisely why you have to explain it to him so that he can understand."

But you don't need to worry too much. After all, Abei is a hero, and Professor Snape and I will speak up for you.

The worst outcome is that you can't keep it at school; you won't face any serious punishment.

Aaron's lips twitched. Wasn't being unable to keep it a punishment?

However, thinking about the guarantee he had prepared, Aaron felt relieved.

To be honest, he didn't want to be exposed so soon.

Keeping a low profile and developing steadily is the right path for him right now.

However, if Dumbledore really insists on Abei's Fantastic Beasts identity and refuses to let go, then he will have no choice but to produce the ' Dragon-raising License '.

This was unavoidable, after all, the dragon he was raising was an unprecedented Holy Dragon, capable of even causing a stir in the Magic World, so it was necessary to prepare for the worst.

When the three arrived at the fifth floor, they encountered Harry Potter.

"Aaron, and the two professors," Harry said, clearly delighted. "You've all recovered."

"We were perfectly fine to begin with; it was Madam Pomfrey made a mountain out of a molehill," Aaron said, utterly speechless.

He disliked dealing with doctors because patients, regardless of their status, position, or willingness, had to listen to the doctor.

"You all lost consciousness at the time, which worried us terribly."

Fortunately, Dumbledore returned in time, otherwise we really wouldn't know what to do.

Aaron opened his mouth, unsure how to refute it.

He had painstakingly planned and prepared so much.

Both professors nearly lost, and he himself was thoroughly tormented by the Dark Lord.

The whole thing was over, Dumbledore came back. How can that be called timely?

Generally speaking, people who show up at the scene after the dust has settled are either there to reap the rewards or to clean up the mess; Dumbledore is clearly the latter.

Where are you going?

"Dumbledore wants to speak with me in the Headmaster's Office."

Harry nodded thoughtfully, not putting the question on Abei's mind.

In his view, Dumbledore probably only wanted to find out the details Aaron what happened last night, since the matter was quite serious and the headmaster had a responsibility to find out.

"Professor Snape." Harry turned her gaze to Snape, whose face remained impassive, and bowed sincerely. "I'm sorry, I should apologize to you."

I may have harbored some unfavorable suspicions about you due to some personal subjective reasons.

Snape stared into Harry's eyes, remained silent for a while, then turned his face away and walked past him on his own.

"Don't worry about it, Harry," Professor McGonagall explained. "That's just how Professor Snape is; he's not good at expressing his feelings verbally."

But I can tell that he has forgiven you, or rather, he never blamed you at all.

Harry was somewhat skeptical, after all, he hadn't noticed anything amiss.

Moreover, he instinctively felt that Snape's attitude towards him would not change at all because of this apology, and that Snape would continue to target him in various ways as before.

"By the way, Professor McGonagall, do you know about Professor Snape's relationship with my, my parents?" Harry asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall paused for a moment, then shook her head slightly. "I don't know."

"Alright!" Harry then looked at Aaron. "There's something you need to know. It seems like the whole school knows about us breaking under the Trapdoor last night."

We certainly didn't tell anyone, but the secret just spread like wildfire.

"What?" Aaron frowned, looking completely bewildered.

Several suspects flashed through his mind, but he eventually settled on the smiling Dumbledore.

Only a few of them knew about this. Although Hagrid couldn't keep a secret, it was impossible for it to leak so quickly, let alone become known to everyone in a single day. In the entire Hogwarts, only the headmaster had this ability.

Aaron's expression was not good. He didn't know what benefit Dumbledore from doing this, but he was certain it wouldn't do him any good.

He was originally just an excellent Slytherin with a certain degree of fame, which was in line with his character.

But now he has become famous, which will bring him into the public eye sooner than expected.

"Let's go, Aaron," Professor McGonagall reminded him.

"Okay, Professor."

A few minutes later, the three arrived at the Headmaster's Office.

Snape knocked on the door, and a voice inside the office said, "Come in."

As soon as Aaron opened the door, he couldn't help but pat his forehead, because standing next to Dumbledore was a Giant who couldn't stop smiling: Rubeus Hagrid.

He beamed with joy, as happy as a small child.

Hagrid wanted to know what kind of Fantastic Beasts Abei was, but because he had offended Aaron several times in the past, he was too embarrassed to ask. Today, he was finally able to get his wish.

"Good afternoon, Aaron," Dumbledore said.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore." Aaron, ever the friendly type, sat down in a chair. "Professor, did you call me here to return my potion?"

Dumbledore awkward laugh and took a bottle of potion from the drawer. "Here you go! It's safe now."

However, I still want to remind you, don't let anyone else know you have this Potions, or you'll be in danger.

Aaron eagerly put away the Resurrection Potion potion. His personal panel had already confirmed that it was genuine, so he wasn't worried at all that Dumbledore would do anything to tamper with it.

Feeling as if he had been given a second life, Aaron was instantly filled with a sense of security.

"Now let's talk about something else," Dumbledore to the point. "I've learned a little about your plans from Harry and the others, and what's been happening under the Trapdoor."

He was astute, astute, and self-protective, prioritizing victory above all else, yet he also demonstrated sufficient responsibility and commitment.

"You're a perfect Slytherin, no wonder Voldemort valued you so highly."

"Actually... it's not that exaggerated."

"That's true, Aaron."

Even I have to admit that I wasn't nearly as good as you when I was your age,"Dumbledore, then turned his gaze to Abei, pausing for a moment in surprise.

Abei was staring intently at Fawkes on the golden branch, his eyes shining, and drool involuntarily dripped from the corner of his mouth.

This time he was certain that Abei was indeed quite interested in the Phoenix.

But isn't this a bit too much? To actually try to eat a Phoenix? How much must he have drunk?!