Slytherin's Seventh Straight Championship

"What's there to be proud of?" Draco said with a resentful look. "If it weren't for Aaron's timely intervention, Weasley might not even be alive!"

"That's not how it works," Aaron said dismissively. "I just gave Ron a push at the right time. If it weren't for him, we really wouldn't have made it through that giant chessboard."

Draco snorted, somewhat displeased with this kind of 'humility'.

"Gryffindor has 483 points now, and is in second place, so what?"

They've already added up the points; they can't possibly add more points in some other strange way! Nobody will be satisfied.

"Well... who knows?" Aaron smiled helplessly. Based on his interactions with Dumbledore, the White Lord's limits were clearly not that high.

The problem is, this old geezer always manages to maintain his persona.

That's real skill—being able to repeatedly circumvent the rules without anyone finding fault with it.

"The fourth point," Dumbledore began again, and the Great Hall fell silent. "Courage comes in many kinds. It takes courage to stand firm against an enemy and fight back, but it takes even more courage to stand firm against a friend."

I award ten points to Neville Longbottom.

Loud cheers echoed throughout the Great Hall. Everyone in Gryffindor was overjoyed, except for Neville Longbottom, who remained dazed and unable to recover from the surprise for a long time.

He wasn't very smart, always indecisive, and his grades weren't great either; he was the kind of person who would stand out as just an average person in a crowd.

Throughout the entire academic year, he hadn't earned a single point for his academy, but unexpectedly, he made a grand entrance at the year-end banquet.

"Now there's a small problem: Gryffindor and Slytherin have the same score, and there can only be one House Cup," Dumbledore said loudly, silencing the commotion in the Great Hall. He then looked at the Slytherin table and gave Aaron a meaningful smile.

The Gryffindor students seemed to realize something as well, their smiles fading slightly. While their expressions weren't as unpleasant as they had been at the beginning, they weren't exactly happy either.

Harry and his two friends exchanged wry smiles, having almost forgotten about it, but still turned around to congratulate him.

Although Aaron was Slytherin, he wasn't as unruly as the other Slytherin, and he gave them a lot of help; otherwise, they would have truly faced certain death that night.

They had just managed to turn the tide and had a chance to win the House Cup, but before they could even touch it, Slytherin had already snatched it away. They felt a little bitter.

"I believe you all guessed what I was going to say," Dumbledore said. "That's right, the last one, Aaron Gaius."

He displayed remarkable wisdom and resourcefulness, and lent a helping hand to his friend in times of crisis, using his intelligence and composure to find the right way out of the fog.

Of course, he was also quite good at planning ahead, and made extremely thorough preparations before the adventure.

I plan to reward him, to give this outstanding Slytherin a hundred points.

In conclusion, if our calculations are correct, Slytherin has won the House Cup.

After suppressing their emotions for four rounds, Slytherin finally couldn't hold back any longer and cheered loudly. With just one house's momentum, they firmly suppressed the other three houses.

The winning streak has turned into a seven-time winning streak, which is even more exciting than winning the championship consecutively.

Draco stood up and gave Aaron a hug, demonstrating their friendship to everyone. The Slytherin Prefect also smiled and gave him an encouraging look.

Several female seniors even winked at him, which made Aaron look a little awkward, because these female seniors were really not good-looking, and only one of them was decent-looking.

In the third week of the lunar calendar, Hogwarts officially began its holiday.

Aaron packed up his travel baggage and put it into the travel baggage box.

Abei also changed into a new set of clothes and carried a small Backpack, looking as if he were about to embark on a long trip.

Draco walked into Aaron's dormitory with the school notice in his hand. "The school is warning students not to use magic during holidays. How ridiculous! Don't they know we're Warlock?"

"Stop complaining. This rule was set by the Ministry of Magic and has little to do with the school."

"Aaron, you must come to my house for a visit when you're on vacation. We'll really welcome you."

Aaron hesitated for a moment and did not give him a definite answer.

Is there a problem?

"I'm just not sure if I have the time."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're only twelve years old, and we don't work at the Ministry of Magic, so how could we not have time?" Draco said speechlessly, then suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that you family heirs have to take over part of the business at the age of twelve?"

"How could that be?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "Even if someone is precocious, they wouldn't be exposed to these things at the age of twelve."

Besides, my parents are only in their early thirties; they're not old enough to be unable to work yet, so they won't put these burdens on my shoulders.

"Then how come you don't have time?"

Aaron pursed his lips, looking at Draco's sincere expression, and felt embarrassed to say it was because of intuition, so he simply said, "I will go if I have time."

"That's more like it."

When Aaron arrived outside the station, he saw Hagrid putting Harry on the train and looking in their direction.

Aaron immediately lowered his head, stuffed Abei behind the suitcase, and kept muttering to himself, "You can't see me."

But when he reached the car door, he was still enveloped by a large dark shadow.

He looked up and saw a familiar, big face smiling at him.

Aaron sighed helplessly. He still couldn't avoid it! He should have been more careful with that bottle of Felix Felicis.

"It's a bit unreasonable not to greet acquaintances at all when you see them." Hagrid said in a lecturing tone, while his eyes darted around as if searching for something.

"Stop looking, it's here." Aaron picked Abei up, Hagrid's eyes immediately lit up as he wanted to get closer to take a look, but he restrained himself in time.

Are you envious?

Hagrid nodded repeatedly, his beard trembling.

If there hadn't been so many people at the station, he probably would have been able to shout.

Aaron openly and legitimately keeps a Magical Creatures, a special dragon at that. In the entire Magic World, only Aaron has one. How could he not be envious?

Hagrid did indeed keep many Fantastic Beasts, but none of them could stay with him for very long; once they grew too big, they couldn't be kept in the dark.

Most of them hid in the Forbidden Forest, while a small number went elsewhere, either being sent to live in groups in nature or being taken in by professionals, such as Fluffy, who was guarding the Trapdoor for Dumbledore.

Over the years, the only dog that has stayed by his side is Fang, a Neapolitan Mastiff.

"The little guy is still so cute!"

Will I be able to see him next semester?

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be possible," Aaron said calmly. "But I don't think it would want to see you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abei turned his face away, giving Hagrid no friendly look whatsoever.

"Don't be so heartless!"

"I apologize again for what I did back then," Hagrid said, looking aggrieved, then took a wrapped roast chicken from his pocket. "This is a token of my sincerity; I got it from the kitchen, and it's still hot."

Abei opened one eye, glanced at it lightly, then looked at Aaron, barely managing to suppress his drooling.

"Hmph! Don't embarrass yourself by using such petty tricks."

"That's the trick you used to drug Abei back then," Aaron said dismissively.

"This will never happen again," Hagrid chuckled sheepishly. "Besides, we didn't even realize it was a dragon!"

Aaron pursed his lips, but still put the roast chicken away and stuffed it into Abei's Backpack.

This train journey will take a very long time, and there's no such thing on the train. He won't be picky if he can eat better.

"We appreciate your sincerity. See you next semester."

Aaron was about to board the train when Hagrid stopped him.

"Wait, can I touch it?" Hagrid said somewhat shyly.

Aaron suddenly felt that the roast chicken in his hand didn't taste so good anymore; he felt indebted to those who had given him gifts.

But once the items were in his hands, it was impossible to return them.

"I'm sorry, I can't grant that request yet."

Aaron refused outright. Hagrid wanted to try again, but Abei quickly slipped into the car, preventing him from succeeding.

"Wow... that's fast!"

Aaron shrugged, handed the suitcase to a train conductor, and boarded the train.

He passed several carriages, but they were all packed full, with not a single empty seat.

When he opened the door to the next carriage, his lips twitched involuntarily. They were all familiar faces, but only three Gryffindor.

"Great! Do you have any empty seats here?"

"Yes, of course," Harry said immediately, and Hermione happily made way for him.