Chapter 203 I Have Never Seen Such a Shameless Person

Rows of candles were lit above the hall, illuminating the entire hall.

The five petrified victims were restored by the Mandrake Herb. Mrs. Norris lay lazily in Filch's arms. Penelope, Justin and Colin were sitting at the long tables of their respective colleges, talking and laughing with other students. Sir Nicholas was floating back and forth in the sky, greeting people from time to time, and publicizing his return in a high-profile manner.

Hagrid was also released from Azkaban. He sat in his seat with a smile, looking at Harry and others with a look of relief.

The truth of the Chamber of Secrets was found out, and the murderer was brought to justice. From today on, the unjust, false and wrong cases that had been weighing on him for fifty years were gone.

Of course, all this was inseparable from Aaron's help. As Dumbledore's most trusted person, he knew the truth much more carefully than others.

Although he wanted to thank Aaron in person, Hagrid glanced at the Slytherin table casually, and seeing that he was absent-minded, he knew not to disturb him.

Aaron was in a bad mood because there were too many girls in Slytherin.

He felt depressed when he thought of those love letters, but in order to pretend that he didn't know, he responded to everyone with a kind fake smile.

After more than an hour, his face was twitching.

At this time, he suddenly admired Lockhart. Although the other party had no skills, his control over his expression was absolutely crazy. It was a talent to be able to put on a bright smile and sign autographs for fans for several hours in a row.

Ding ding ding ding...

Professor McGonagall knocked on the glass a few times, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

"Please pay attention."

Dumbledore slowly stood up from his seat, "Before the dinner begins, please applaud Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey. Thanks to their Mandrake Herb Juice, the petrified people can be saved."

Thunderous applause broke out at the scene, and Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey sat in the teacher's seat with smiles on their faces.

"In addition, in view of the recent events in the school, the school has decided to cancel all exams."

Hearing this, except for Hermione Granger, who has a special liking for exams and put on a bitter face, almost all the students were excited and burst into stronger applause than before, which could not stop for a long time.

"What a pity."

Aaron shook his head with some regret while being happy.

In order to avoid the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but also want to get a good grade for free, he specially went to have a friendly communication with Lockhart, and persuaded him after a lot of coercion and inducement.

But then again, Lockhart has been sent to Azkaban, and it seems that there is no need to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts course this semester.

"There is also unfortunate news." Dumbledore said with some sigh, "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart has some problems. If nothing unexpected happens, he will never come back."

Hearing this, everyone present cheered, even the serious Professor Snape and the vice principal McGonagall were no exception.

Everyone felt happy and finally got rid of the idiot teacher who could do nothing but make jokes.

The dinner lasted for a long time, until three or four in the morning, the students released the pressure accumulated during this period and returned to the dormitory to rest one after another.

Aaron finally felt a little relieved, but just as he was walking out, Dumbledore stood in front of him.

"Are you free, Mr. Gaius?" Dumbledore smiled kindly, "I want to talk to you."

Aaron's first reaction was to refuse. After all, Dumbledore gave him the biggest impression that he was cunning and treacherous, and it would definitely be bad to find him.

But can you avoid the fifteenth day if you can avoid it? Unless you don't go to Hogwarts anymore, you can find him at any time as Headmaster Dumbledore.

Thinking of this, Aaron immediately put on a smile, "Headmaster, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Dumbledore looked at Aaron meaningfully, "Your strength fluctuates from time to time, which is almost impossible for other wizards.

Mr. Gaius, your state makes me very worried!"

Hearing this, Aaron felt that there were ten thousand alpacas running through his heart.

This old bastard can really see his strength. Fortunately, he didn't let the clone come over, otherwise it would be tragic if he saw it.

"Thank you for your concern, Headmaster.

But I'm not in serious trouble. When I fought with the basilisk and Riddle last night, I forced my body's potential to be stimulated. This is just a sequelae. I will slowly recover after a period of rest."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, and then sighed, "If I had known that you had made such a great sacrifice, I should have made the truth in the secret room public last night."

How dare you mention it? That kind of ambiguous words has caused me a lot of trouble.

Aaron couldn't help but curse in his heart, but he still acted calm on the surface, "That's not necessary. Our family's ancestral teachings don't allow me to be high-profile."

"Okay! I'm relieved to know that you're okay." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with regret. People had brought out the ancestral precepts, and he was embarrassed to put Aaron in the front to help Harry Potter attract fire.

"If you really feel sorry, you might as well give the House Cup to Slytherin!

After all, it was me, Slytherin, who solved the Chamber of Secrets incident in essence."

"This..." Dumbledore's face changed slightly, "This may be a bit difficult to handle.

Last night, I had already distributed the special contribution reward to the college to the four of you, 200 points each. In other words, Gryffindor has 400 more points than Slytherin. This huge gap cannot be made up by usual efforts.

So... the House Cup will be awarded to Gryffindor."

As Dumbledore said this, he saw a faint smile on Aaron's face, and his face became more embarrassed, "Well, I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

This is really not that he abuses his power for personal gain, but mainly because the other three colleges are suppressed by Slytherin and can't raise their heads.

Slytherin has won the House Cup for seven years. If this continues, the other three houses may lose their competitive spirit and may all lie flat and rot.

As the headmaster, he wants to see the four houses develop in a balanced way and keep pace with each other.

It happened that Gryffindor added 600 points this time, which pulled Slytherin far ahead, so he went with the flow.

Although it was a bit unkind, the effect was still very good. Whether it was Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, they all regained their confidence, and Slytherin will learn from their shame and then be brave next school year.

Aaron looked at Dumbledore's back and curled his lips speechlessly, "I have never seen such a shameless person."

Dumbledore staggered, then quickened his pace and left the hall.

Aaron never saw Dumbledore again during the rest of the summer semester, and enjoyed a rare quiet time.

He tried to appear in different places with his thought body to prepare for several elective courses in the next semester.

At the same time, he also told the thought body that magic circles must continue to be studied, but spells must not be neglected, and the library of Hogwarts must be used well during the holidays.

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Aaron winked at the thought body, and the other party smiled slightly and cast an illusion spell on himself.

The door opened, and Draco walked in with a dark face, exuding an aura of keeping strangers away.

"What's wrong? So angry?" Aaron asked curiously.

"I have bad news to share with you." Draco sat on the chair angrily, "My dad was fired by the school board."

Aaron opened his mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.

Lucius Malfoy made such a big fuss, but he was lucky to be fired.

"There's no need to be so angry. The identity of the school director is not indispensable to the Malfoy family."

"That's what they said, but those directors didn't even give a reason.

It's as if they had agreed to kick Malfoy out of the school board. It's really too much."

Aaron pondered for a moment and decided to tell Draco about the good things his father did, at least to let him know that Lucius was not wrongly punished.

Ten minutes later, Draco's face turned from black to white, and his momentum quickly subsided.

"So, the school board didn't explain and gave face to my father?"

"What else?" Aaron spread his hands, "That black magic item almost killed several people. Although there is no evidence, everyone knows it.

If this matter gets out of hand, Mr. Lucius may have to go to the Ministry of Magic.

Of course, without evidence, no one has any reason to send the powerful Malfoy to Azkaban, but it will be quite troublesome to deal with the aftermath.

And now as long as the interests of the school are abandoned, the big things can be reduced to small things, and the small things can be reduced to nothing. Mr. Lucius must be very lucky in his heart!"

"But why is my dad...he has no reason to do such a thing!" Draco frowned, "I don't understand."

"If you don't understand, go back and think about it slowly, but you have to control your temper for now." Aaron looked at him meaningfully and said, "You are no longer the son of the school board, but just a Slytherin with a family background. I hope you can understand this clearly."

Draco nodded silently and left Aaron's dormitory weakly.

"It's me after all!" Thoughts showed their true form, "Can't you comfort him?"

"Draco isn't that fragile, he'll recover from this little thing in a day or two at most.

Besides, I'm his friend, not his babysitter, I can't always think about everything!

You should think about how to arrange your vacation with this free time!" Aaron said with some envy and jealousy.

His vacation must have been taken up by more than 20 ancestors, and he had to struggle hard in the sea of ​​tutoring to ensure that he would not be drowned.

But the vacation of the Thought Body can be arranged by itself, and an Invisibility Spell can leave the castle openly and quietly, and an Apparition can go to a farther place to wander around.

The thought body naturally understood what Aaron meant and smiled, "You can rest assured about this. If nothing unexpected happens, my activities will not be too far from Hogwarts.

When I am bored, I will also go to Hogsmeade Village for a stroll. Only students above the third grade are allowed to go there. I am quite interested.

You have to leave the magic carpet to me. Anyway, you can't use it at home."

Aaron rolled his eyes, feeling that he was the clone.

"Right." The thought body suddenly thought of something and said seriously: "We were at the beginner level of magician when we ran away from home. We can't stay in school for a school year and then our strength will decline instead of improving!

You know how sharp the eyes of the ancestors are, so I personally suggest that you improve your strength to a suitable level before you go back, otherwise..."

"Don't say it, I will get it done before leaving school."

Aaron covered his chest with some heartache. He knew very well that if he didn't have some real skills, he would never be able to deceive the memories of the ancestors in the family secret room, which meant that his magic energy would only be higher than a year ago.

But in this way, the magic points he had worked hard to accumulate might be reset to zero at once. Although improving his strength was not a bad thing, he still felt particularly aggrieved.