Chapter 98: Self-Confidence

"Are those your friends, young master?" Jeans asked, looking at Draco's figure, "If I remember correctly, they are Malfoy."

"Are there any problems?"

"Well..." Jeans hesitated for a few seconds, "There is one thing I need to remind you, young master, Malfoy is a representative of the pure-blood family, they despise half-blood and Muggle-born wizards.

And according to my understanding, Lucius had a certain relationship with the Dark Lord in the past, and no one knows whether they have broken off contact until now."

"I know, but Lucius is Lucius, Draco Laco is Draco.

I know how to make friends, and I won't make the wrong choice of people. "

"That's fine." Jins smiled, "Young Master, you didn't just make this one friend, did you?"

"How is that possible?

But he and I had a good relationship in Slytherin College." Aaron curled his lips, then nodded at Harry and others, "Those are Gryffindor's friends."

"The Weasley family and Harry Potter?" Jins raised his eyebrows, the red hair and the scar on his forehead were enough to fully indicate their identities.

"Young Master's communication skills are really good!"

"That's a must."

At this time, a chubby figure entered the sight of the two. In terms of width, Hagrid might not be as good as him.

He kept staring at Harry with angry eyes, and there was a thin woman and a little fat man standing behind him.

"It can be seen that Harry Potter's family environment seems to be not very good, and his family does not seem to like him." Jins said, "This is in public.

It is really sad that a celebrity in the magic world grew up in such an environment.

But he is very lucky. From the moment he entered Hogwarts, his fate changed, and it will change in the future.

But before that, he still has to live this kind of life under the roof of others."

"I agree with you on this point."

In the evening.

Aaron returned to his home, and the house elf moved the suitcase to his bedroom very skillfully.

Abe also took off his outer clothes and flapped his wings happily in the hall of the castle.

That is, it can be so reckless at home. If it is not disguised outside, Aaron will throw it back without hesitation.

Vico and Lisanna were overjoyed to see their baby son coming back and gave him a hug.

"You have grown a lot taller." Lisanna looked at Aaron, who was about 1.6 meters tall, with relief in her eyes.

"How do you feel about school?" Vico coughed, "If you regret it, I will arrange for someone to transfer you to another school immediately."

"That... you don't need to do that!" Aaron smiled awkwardly, "Dad, I'm doing well in Slytherin."

"Really?" Vico said sarcastically, "Do you know why we came back?

On the one hand, I missed my son, and on the other hand, your principal wrote to me.

Dumbledore praised you. Your performance was really outstanding. You dared to plot against the professor to deal with Voldemort. How many lives do you have?"

"That's right." Lisanna's expression immediately became serious, "We know you won't do anything you're not sure of, but this time it's really too risky.

And Abe's identity has been exposed, and the black and white devils all know its existence.

You've only been in school for a year, and you've really caused a lot of trouble."

"That was an accident." Aaron smiled a little guilty, but he had already scolded Dumbledore in his heart. This old man actually dared to complain.

It is estimated that Dumbledore started writing letters after he came out of the principal's office, otherwise his parents would not have come back at such a timely moment.

"Dumbledore has read the guarantee letter. He knows the influence of our family. I think he may find a way to pull us into the chariot against Voldemort."

"It's not possible, it's certain." Vico said firmly, "If a white wizard who has lived for more than a hundred years doesn't have a little trick, he can't live that long.

Voldemort is not dead. This is the consensus of smart people. A dark wizard who is infinitely close to the Holy Magister is not so easy to die. It's a pity that the road has been narrowed, otherwise it is possible to go further.

But even so, he is quite dangerous.

Such a person died in the hands of a child. This is simply It's a big joke.

Dumbledore also knows this. He has ten years to prepare, and I believe he is well prepared.

But he is also not confident. After all, Voldemort is a strong man of the same level as him, and he has a large number of followers. It is only a matter of time before he makes a comeback.

At this time, a large wizard family happened to enter his sight. If there is no evil intention, no one will believe it.

But he will find out later that his intention to target our family is completely in vain and humiliating.

Of course, the Dark Lord is the same. "

"So confident?" Aaron was a little surprised.

He also has confidence in his family, but this confidence is based on his own potential.

As long as there is time, he can completely overturn the pirate ship before Dumbledore completely drags him on board.

To put it another way, when it really comes to the last resort, as long as several large magic circles in the castle are opened, the Holy Magister may not be able to attack, this is his confidence.

What does the chaos outside have to do with me? I can still live a peaceful life behind closed doors.

Lucius used to be a Death Eater, but after Voldemort fell, he still relied on the financial resources and connections of the Malfoy family to get out of it and make a good living.

The foundation of the Gaius family is stronger than that of the Malfoy family, so they can't be compared with them!

"Confidence is what we should have." Vicco smiled calmly, "Since the beginning of the Age of Magic, there have been countless brilliant talents, including wizards more powerful than Dumbledore and Riddle.

Many ambitious dark wizards have also thought about gaining the support of hidden families, because compared with pure blood, our influence on the magic world is much greater.

But without exception, they all gave up in the end.

All four families have been visited, and the worst are all great wizards, one of whom is Salazar Slytherin of Hogwarts.

But we are even more unlucky. In the centuries before Christ, a god of magic came to visit.

His attitude at the time was particularly tough, either surrender or die, not to mention how arrogant."

"And then?" Aaron asked impatiently.

"Hmph, guess...hiss!"

Vicco wanted to whet his son's appetite, but the next moment his wife pinched his arm and he immediately took a breath of cold air.

"Our ancestor of that generation politely invited him into the castle for a cup of tea, and he left in disgrace, promising that he would never do such stupid things again."

"And then what?"

"That's all!" Vicco spread his hands naturally, "What else do you want to hear?"

Aaron:......

"Of course it's the reason. Our family's defense system shouldn't be able to stop the God of Magic!"

"Want to know the reason?" Vicco smiled meaningfully, and Lisanna looked at her son with a teasing look.

Aaron knew that there was no hope. In this family, as long as Gaius and his wife stood on the same front, he, as a son, would not have any say.

And the reason was very appropriate. His age was a flaw, and at the age of twelve, it was not suitable for him to be exposed to family secrets.

"Come to me after dinner, I can tell you part of the reason." Vicco suddenly said.

Aaron was stunned for a moment, surprised and confused, "Are you sure you want to tell me? Isn't it too early?"

"It may be earlier in the other three families, but in our family, as long as you have reached the strength, you are qualified to know these things, and you must know these things." Vic said, looking at the ring on Aaron's hand, "You are worthy of being my son. I was also a genius when I was in school, but I didn't enter the realm of a senior magician until I was fourteen years old."

"The facts prove that your son is better than you."

"That's something to be proud of." Lisanna smiled, then waved to the ceiling and hugged Abe in her arms, "Son, is your pet fat?"

"Well... the school meals are not as good as at home, but they are too much!"

"It should lose weight."

"Don't worry, ma'am, the diet is already being formulated, and it will probably be ready tomorrow morning." Genes said with a smile.

Abe immediately began to express dissatisfaction, his four white claws kept kicking back and forth, and his wings kept tumbling.

"There's no point in being anxious. If you don't lose weight, I won't be able to hold you anymore." Lisanna didn't care, but seeing Abe's aggrieved look, she couldn't help but take a step back, "I'll give you a chicken leg tonight."

Abe was unmoved and continued to increase his cuteness.

Aaron was about to pull it over, but Lisanna couldn't stand it anymore, "Improve the food every three days in the future, it really can't be more."

Abe immediately quieted down, and Aaron could only sigh that he was a step late.

At dinner time, Aaron was absent-minded, looking at his father across the table, and was particularly curious about the family's secrets.

Others ate peacefully, after all, it was really rare for the family to get together.

Only Abe was holding the plate and chewing wildly, his belly was bulging and he didn't stop, making tinkling sounds from time to time, but no one disliked it.

They all understood Abe's thoughts. This was a highly intelligent dragon. It knew very well that tonight was one of the few feasts for it during this holiday, and it would have to learn from humans to tighten its belt in the future.