Chapter 68 Our ancestors also have this glorious deed
The Resurrection Potion was Aaron's personal property, and a unique one at that. They had no right to ask him to give it up.
Hagrid looked deeply at the Unicorn lying on the ground, wiped away tears unwillingly, and muttered, "Sorry."
"Hagrid!" Ronan asked with some concern, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I'll leave the rest to you," Hagrid waved his hand and walked weakly towards the outside of the Forbidden Forest.
The remaining people looked at each other, but still followed him closely.
"Wait, this… young Wizard," Ronan called out to Aaron, looking a bit embarrassed at the pet beside him, "Could I take a look at your pet?"
"Heh heh! No.
Abey is my personal property. Someone kidnapped him just yesterday."
"Who?" The Centaur Ronan rarely got angry. "Who dares to kidnap such a sacred creature? This crime is the same as slaughtering a Unicorn."
Ron's heart sank, and he said bitterly, "We won't be cursed, will we?"
"Probably… not!" Harry was a bit unsure. After all, from last night to tonight, they had been suffering, almost afraid to see anyone.
Although this might be related to Professor McGonagalldeducting a massive amount of points from them, those with a guilty conscience might link it to some kind of curse.
Hermione swallowed. Her experience tonight made her feel certain she was cursed, otherwise she wouldn't have been so unlucky, almost losing her life.
"Hmph!" Malfoy said gloatingly, "If only you had known, you wouldn't have done it in the first place."
"You all?" Ronan seemed to understand something. This was probably a prank between children, but he still put on a cold face. "A curse won't happen, but you'd best not do this.
Otherwise… there will be consequences."
Ronan gave a simple threat, but the three of them tacitly looked at the adorable Abey, deciding that in the future, they must be kinder to this magical creature, striving to lift this baseless 'curse' as soon as possible.
"What are you waiting for? Let's go," Hagrid urged.
"Coming."
"Wait, Wizard."
Just as Aaron was about to leave, Ronan spoke again, "Can you tell me your name?"
"That I can. Gaius, Aaron Gaius."
"Gaius? Are you from the Gaius Family?" Ronan was a bit surprised, then asked, "Which generation are you?"
"That… I haven't really paid attention," Aaron scratched his head awkwardly.
He had seen the Gaius Family's family tree, but his family's family tree was very different from other families, consisting entirely of several mind maps, the kind that made you want to sleep just by looking at them.
Aaron had only seen his name on the last page and hadn't paid much attention.
Who would bother researching the names of past ancestors for no reason? Even if one were idle, one wouldn't use a family tree to pass the time, right?
"Wait, you know my family?" Aaron asked curiously, "How do you know?"
"Is it surprising?" Ronan smiled faintly, "Actually, many Centaurs know of the Gaius Family's existence. A long time ago, there was a war, and one of your ancestors fought alongside the Centaur tribe. He was one of the few humans who could ride on a Centaur's back."
Aaron: …Holy cow! My ancestors had such glorious deeds?
Ronan looked at the somewhat stunned Aaron, "Don't you know this history?"
"Cough, cough! I'm only a twelve-year-old child. How could I know so much?"
Ronan seemed to understand something, "It's normal for you to know less. Discretion is almost a label for several of your families.
In any case, Gaius, protect the little one in your arms.
Its potential is much greater than you think, and it will become a powerful helper for you in the future."
Aaron nodded. Did he need to be told that? Didn't he already know what kind of dragon cub this was?
Leaving the Forbidden Forest, Aaron solemnly warned the others not to reveal that he had a Resurrection Potion, otherwise the consequences would be severe.
The others naturally nodded in agreement, but Hagrid's gaze was somewhat evasive.
Aaron didn't pay attention, assuming he was blaming him for not saving the Unicorn… Gryffindor common room.
Harry didn't rush to sleep, but called Ron and Hermione to the fireplace and told them his theory.
"It must be Lord Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest. Ronantold me.
He's using Unicorn blood to sustain his life…"
"Don't say that name," Ron whispered, as if worried that the Dark Lord could hear their voices.
"You mean You-Know-Who is in the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of having narrowly escaped death. She had actually snatched her life back from Lord Voldemort's hands.
"Yes, that's right.
Hermione, you had close contact with him. How was his condition?"
"Uh… I don't know how to say it.
The Black-robed Man's oppressive aura was too strong; he was like a monster. My legs went soft from fright.
If Aaron hadn't saved me, you might not have seen me." Hermione shivered remembering the Black-robed Mansucking Unicorn blood, subconsciously lowering her head and hugging the pillow in her arms.
But thinking of other things, a joyful smile unconsciously appeared on her face. It turned out fairy tales weren't entirely made up.
"Hermione, Hermione." Harry waved his hand in front of her eyes, thinking she was scared.
"It's nothing." Hermione snapped back, her smile instantly disappearing. "You-Know-Who's condition must be very bad, extremely weak, otherwise he wouldn't be drinking Unicorn blood to prolong his life.
But his strength is still very great. I estimate he's no weaker than the Professors at school."
Harry was noncommittal, "I estimate Lord Voldemort…"
"Can you stop saying that name?" Ron said again, "He's in Hogwarts right now!"
"Okay," Harry said helplessly, "You-Know-Who is fine, I really don't understand why so many people are afraid of that name."
"Not everyone is as lucky as you to survive. The shadow of You-Know-Who covered the entire Magical World before he disappeared, and almost no one dared to oppose him."
"Not entirely. Aaron can," Hermione said with a smile, "He cast two spells on that Black-robed Man today, and I could hear the screams; it sounded painful."
"Heh! Not everyone has a Potion that can bring people back from the dead like him.
With that thing, who's afraid of death?"
"Ron." Hermione glared at him, "Not everyone has the courage to face You-Know-Who."
"Let's not talk about that for now.
Vol… cough, cough! You-Know-Who's goal must be the Philosopher's Stone.
We were wrong. Snape's goal isn't to get rich from the Philosopher's Stone; he's not doing it for himself at all.
His purpose in stealing the Philosopher's Stone is for Lord Voldemort, to use the Elixir of Life to restore him and allow him to make a comeback."
"Harry, if You-Know-Who comes back, will he kill you?" Ron asked with some concern.
"Who knows," Harry slumped weakly onto the sofa, not speaking.
But they all knew that if Lord Voldemort made a comeback, his primary target for revenge would be Harry, and his life would definitely be in great danger.
"Harry, actually, things might not be so bad," Hermionecomforted, "Don't forget, there's a powerful Wizard at Hogwarts!
Dumbledore, our Principal, even You-Know-Who at his full strength dared not oppose him.
As long as Dumbledore is here, he won't dare to act, and you'll be safe."
Hearing this, the gloom in Harry's heart dissipated considerably, and he felt much lighter… The next day.
In the Potion Class classroom, Gryffindor and Slytherinstudents were carefully brewing a hair-growing Potion, a Potion that could restore one's hair volume within a week.
Of course, the effect was temporary; after a week, it would gradually return to its original state.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Aaron always felt that Snape's gaze towards him was a bit strange.
He read excitement, apprehension, unease, embarrassment, and various other emotions in that gaze. One might think Snape was about to borrow money from him!
More than half an hour later, Aaron finished brewing the Potion and inadvertently met Snape's gaze, unexpectedly reading a hint of fawning in his eyes, which made him shiver suddenly.
A stern, unsmiling Professor, whose authority was deeply ingrained in people's hearts, suddenly becoming like this really made him uncomfortable.
Could he be trying to get him to rejoin the house team?
That wouldn't do. With that training time, he'd rather take a bath and have a good sleep!
After class, Aaron picked up his pet and was about to leave, but as soon as he stood up, Snape stopped him.
"Gaius, come to my office this afternoon."
"Uh… Can you tell me why?
It was agreed that I would only participate in Quidditchonce.
And I made that promise in front of everyone on the house team. I'm not someone who goes back on his word."
Snape's old face darkened. Since Aaron, the Seeker, left the house team, their strength had significantly decreased, and after a few matches, Gryffindor had overtaken them.
At that time, Snape regretted it, but he had also promised Aaron only one match, so he couldn't make him rejoin and restore the Slytherin team's prestige. He could only watch Gryffindor's Seeker, Harry Potter, steal the limelight.
But thinking of what he had to do next, Snape still forced out a stiff smile, "I'm looking for you to discuss something else, unrelated to the house team.
So, don't misunderstand, and you must come."