The Influence Behind the Letter of Guarantee

Dumbledore's expression hardened slightly. He knew Snape and knew he would never exaggerate, which meant that the information on this yellow paper was indeed not simple.

"May I take a look?" Professor McGonagall asked as she approached. "I'm curious what's written on it?"

Professor Snape glanced at Aaron, and seeing that he did not object, handed him the yellow paper.

Professor McGonagall examined it carefully after receiving it, her expression shifting from relaxed to serious. She then asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you bring this out sooner?"

Aaron shrugged and stroked the Young Dragon in his arms with a hint of helplessness. "Professor Snape once told me that family resources and personal resources should be kept separate."

Although this principle doesn't really apply to me, I also don't want to rely too much on my family during my upbringing.

The reason is simple: everything has gone too smoothly, and nothing I want to do is challenging.

That's why I came to Hogwarts, and not some other magic school.

"Since your family has prepared this guarantee, then..."

"Professor, you should be aware that it may not be necessary."

Abei is a unique creature in the Magic World, and one can imagine the sensation it would cause if its identity were exposed.

The Fantastic Beasts Management Bureau will come to talk to me, and countless people obsessed with Fantastic Beasts, such as Rubeus Hagrid, the forest ranger, will flock to me.

In addition, a large number of reporters will flock to the newspaper like sharks smelling blood. An unknown and Fantastic Beasts with an exceptionally good appearance will significantly boost newspaper sales.

Of course, although these are troublesome, they are not really problems.

Who can guarantee that no greedy person will try to profit from it?

So I want to keep it a secret as much as possible, also to ensure my safety.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, silently weighing Abei's value in her mind, and said with a sigh, "You did the right thing."

"Thank you for your understanding, Professor."

Professor McGonagall placed the yellow paper on Dumbledore's desk. "Headmaster, you'd better take a closer look."

Although it's hard to believe, I think this guarantee is quite effective.

Dumbledore nodded, put on the glasses on the table, and began to read intently.

One page, dozens of names.

Dumbledore watched for a full minute, but his inner thoughts were completely different from his outward appearance; he remained unsettled for a long time.

He was much older and knew more than McGonagall and Snape; he recognized almost all the names on the list.

Former ministers of the Ministry of Magic, including some of the more popular ones, signed it. The Master of the Order of Merlin also signed it, as did several elders of the Wizengamot.

These people are highly respected; even Dumbledore would treat them with great courtesy. Together, they could bring about a revolution in the Magic World.

Not only that, it also bears the names of his old friends Nicolas Flamel and his wife, as well as the signatures of several well-known Warlock over a hundred years old who have made achievements in various fields.

In other words, he must have considerable strength; otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn't even be qualified to be ranked among these people.

More importantly, it also bears the mark of a Vampire Royal Family and the insignia of a Werewolf Tribe Leader.

Is this still a guarantee? Perhaps it is.

In Dumbledore's view, this was more like the influence of the Hidden Family, with big shots from Light and Dark Factions all gathered together!

He used to think that these families were at most slightly stronger than Pure-blood families, and were worth paying attention to, but not worth taking too seriously.

After all, they are all families with a long history, so no matter how big the difference is, they are still about the same.

Of course, Malfoy and Weasley are exceptions; they represent two extremes: one is incredibly wealthy, while the other is so poor he can barely make ends meet.

But now he realizes he was wrong, and very wrong.

The influence of the Hidden Family exceeded his imagination; Aaron was not even a member of the family yet, and he was able to produce such a list.

It's easy to imagine that their network is much larger than that on the list, and this is just the Gaius family.

If the other three families are the same, then it is no exaggeration to say that if these four families unite, they could change the entire Magic World at any time.

Voldemort needs to work hard, manpower, resources, and strategies to rule the Magic World.

If it were them, it would seem incredibly simple; all they would need to do is raise their arms and shout.

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Dumbledore's forehead. He couldn't remember the last time he was nervous, but he was certain he had never been this nervous before.

Previously, he thought Aaron was a Slytherin worth taking seriously, similar to Voldemort in the past, but now he has to reassess Aaron's value and influence.

If this child isn't properly guided, and he were to return to the world with his Hidden Family, the Magic World would likely undergo a major reshuffle.

"Professor, have you finished reading it?"

Aaron's sudden words brought Dumbledore back to Reality Stone.

"I've finished reading it." Dumbledore smiled and handed the yellow paper back. "No problem, not a single problem."

You can continue to keep Abei, but try to keep a low profile!

But I really didn't expect your family to know so many people; it almost scared this old man.

"It's all about social etiquette," Aaron said with a sigh. "These are all friends of my elders, they don't really have much to do with me."

"Professor, with this guarantee, my mistake should be cleared, right?"

"Yes, sir." Dumbledore nodded. "I may congratulate you in advance, and also congratulate Slytherin on winning this year's House Cup."

"Thank you, then I'll be going now."

Aaron paid no attention to Dumbledore and walked toward the door on his own.

Snape glanced at Dumbledore with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and then followed Aaron out.

A few minutes later, Aaron looked at Snape speechlessly, "Professor, you don't need to see me off."

They took so long to deliver it; we're almost at the staff lounge now.

"As the Dean, I don't think it's a problem for me to talk to my students!" Snape said calmly, "Although it's not my duty, and it has nothing to do with me."

But I still feel it's necessary to remind you that it's always good to have a backup plan, no matter when or where.

Aaron stopped and said with a playful tone, "You mean I shouldn't have taken out my guarantee?"

Snape did not refute, but nodded seriously.

"You're a smart person, you should know what that guarantee means."

You can wait until next semester to prepare a formal Dragon-raising License for yourself, the kind approved by the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Fantastic Beasts Control. That shouldn't be too difficult for you.

There are only a few days left until the holidays, so there's no need to bring it out; it doesn't seem worth it just for the House Cup.

"The House Cup isn't worth much, but the mission reward is. It's enough to save him two months of hard work," Aaron thought to himself, but his face remained expressionless.

"Professor, I admit that what you said makes a lot of sense."

But that guarantee was originally intended for this time; it would allow some people to take out insurance.

Besides, I don't want to report to Abei at the Fantastic Beasts Management and Control Center.

That would put it in the Ministry of Ministry of Magic's sights, and those politicians are capable of anything.

To enhance their reputation, they wouldn't hesitate to publicize the emergence of a new species; the commotion spearheaded by the Ministry of Magic would certainly be significant.

Snape:...

"I've said it before, we absolutely cannot give up the House Cup."

"That's a year's worth of Slytherin's hard work," Aaron said righteously. "If we slack off at any time and lose, we lose, and we have nothing to say about it."

However, if, due to certain reasons, the score is significantly adjusted and Slytherin loses the honor they deserve, many people will surely be dissatisfied.

Moreover, with only a few days left before the holidays, Gryffindor's scores suddenly surged to the top of the list, which is practically messing with Slytherin's mentality. This will only exacerbate the already tense relationship between the two houses.

Protecting the well-deserved House Cup is also for the sake of Hogwarts ' stability.

Upon hearing Snape, Snape froze on the spot.

Aaron's words made a lot of sense. This twelve-year-old student's thinking was unusually mature, and he considered issues very comprehensively. However, he still felt that something was not right.

It felt like Aaron had planned everything out, and everyone else was unknowingly carrying out his plan. This feeling of being led by the nose was really awful.

"Perhaps you have a little more to think about than I, the dean, do, but I still stand by my point of view."

"I'll make that clear," Aaron smiled. "We definitely need to have some trump cards, like the Resurrection Potion I have."

That guarantee might seem influential to you; you might think it reflects the Gaius family's connections and draw all sorts of extraneous conclusions—which is somewhat of an exaggeration.

"What do you mean?" Snape asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Because in my opinion it's just a piece of paper, the kind that you can buy a whole stack of for a Knut," Aaron said nonchalantly. "You can't eat it, you can't drink it, you can't increase your strength, you can't exchange it for any money, it has no value whatsoever, it's just something to fool people with."

"Ha!" Snape chuckled self-deprecatingly, feeling much more relaxed. "I was overthinking it. You'll definitely be Slytherin's pride from now on."