After Professor McGonagall's repeated invitations, Aaron finally stayed and had afternoon tea with her.
Two cups of perfectly boiled Ceylon black tea were added with milk and sugar cubes. This time Aaron drank it without the strange feeling before.
While drinking tea, Aaron happened to receive a letter from Snape in the office, so he opened it and read it in front of McGonagall.
"I'm surprised you became a professor, Aaron. If Dumbledore thought you could pass on your pitiful talents to the students, shouldn't he be worried that you would turn your arrogance, stubbornness, and recklessness into something else?" And pass it on?
But you did lighten the load for me, and I'm afraid I have to say thank you. Because you will know sooner or later how exhausting it is to deal with a bunch of elm heads. I hope that after you are so troubled, you will still have enough time to try your whimsical potion experiments.
Note: I completely obey Dumbledore's arrangements. I hope you can pay close attention to Neville Longbottom, at least to stop him from messing everything up again.
Severus Snape. "
After reading the letter, Aaron couldn't help but raise his head and asked: "Who is Neville Longbottom..."
McGonagall smiled bitterly: "The Longbottom child's grandmother is a strict witch. Mr. Longbottom may be slow, so his performance in schoolwork is not too outstanding."
Aaron remembered, the famous sword master, this needs to be paid close attention to...
McGonagall asked: "How did Albus arrange it?"
Aaron replied: "What Professor Dumbledore means is that he hopes that Professor Snape will continue to teach the fifth grade and NEWT classes, and I will be responsible for the potions teaching in the first to fourth grades."
McGonagall nodded: "It's a good division of labor. Professor Snape may not be very good at teaching..."
McGonagall paused for a while, but still couldn't come up with a sufficiently flattering explanation - which showed that the vice-principal was not as good as Dumbledore in making up lies, so she changed the topic and said:
"Now that Professor Snape has agreed, it's settled. The school will send owls to deliver letters to students soon. Does the grade you teach need to change the textbooks?"
Aaron shook his head: "No need, just use the original teaching materials."
McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. If there were more weirdos like Lockhart, not many people would be able to afford this school.
When everything was settled, Aaron's unexpected job search trip finally came to a successful end. Although he originally planned to ask questions, it was good to get a job.
Aaron then said goodbye to Mag. He planned to go to Diagon Alley to buy some potion materials for lesson preparation, but the more important reason was——
He needs to solve his 'moving' problem.
…
After arriving in London, it was already dusk. Aaron did not choose to go to Diagon Alley immediately. Instead, he returned to his parents' home after a long absence.
The Custer couple were very surprised to see Aaron back, and Mrs. Custer even cooked her own lemon-fried salmon, which made Aaron, who had been tortured by the 'smart' kitchen for six months, burst into cheers.
Mr. Casta was originally a rigid and serious person. He always valued the so-called gentleman's etiquette, and he often showed a serious attitude toward his son.
But since Aaron went to Hogwarts, he spent less and less time at home every year. Mr. Custer no longer put on airs and often asked Aaron about things in the magical world:
"Is wizard society still stuck in the Middle Ages?"
"You can use trains now. It should be more advanced than the Middle Ages."
"Is there someone in charge of you?"
"There's a Ministry of Magic, and it's a stupid bureaucracy."
"As stupid as the British government?"
"More stupid than the British government."
Mrs. Custer didn't care much about this. She was just a little dissatisfied with Aaron's absence from home all year round. She always asked about Aaron's income in the wizarding world, and then converted it into pounds according to the 'exchange rate' to judge where Aaron was. What kind of life is he living?
Aaron told them about his appointment at Hogwarts and explained that in the wizarding world, this was a very honorable thing.
Mrs. Custer asked about the income of this job as usual. After the calculation, she nodded and said that it was a decent job, but she had to tell her parents if she was short of money.
Mr. Custer was relatively happy after hearing the news. In his opinion, the income was not important, but the honor that the job brought.
He then taught Aaron that he must be well prepared. Teaching and educating people is not an easy task, but dad believes in you. We Custer family members are the best in everything we do.
After chattering for a while, the meal was ready. Aaron sat at the corner of the dining table, cutting the salmon honestly. Mrs. Custer looked at him with pity and stroked the side of his face with one hand:
"Eat more, you have lost a lot of weight over the years."
Aaron's mouth was full of fish meat and he was speechless. He could only nod his head frequently.
Perhaps it was because his son had not been back for a long time. Mr. Custer was so excited that he even told an interesting story he heard in the company:
Mr. Mason of Mason Construction Company was recently invited by a manager of a drilling rig company to have a dinner at his home. He took his wife with him when he went.
The manager probably wanted to get a big order from Mr. Mason and arranged the dinner perfectly, but who knew that in the middle of the meal, a little boy suddenly appeared from the kitchen and spilled the pudding.
Immediately afterwards, the family released an owl again, which frightened Mrs. Mason into turning pale. Mr. Mason thought it was a prank, so he walked away and the two parties broke up unhappy.
Mrs. Custer chuckled and said that Mr. Mason was right to leave. That family was weird. No serious family would keep an owl.
Before she finished speaking, she saw Aaron cast a resentful look, so she quickly explained: I definitely didn't mean what you said...
Mr. Castle seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly asked: "Aaron, is there someone like you in the Dursley family?"
"What do you mean by 'people like me'? It seems like..." Aaron was a little dissatisfied, but when he was halfway through his words, he froze and asked in disbelief:
"Dad, what's the last name of the family you just mentioned?"
"Dursley."
"Do you live on Privet Drive?"
"right."
"In the drilling rig business?"
"right."
Aaron suddenly felt a sense of absurdity, wondering if he could even hit me...
Manager of the drilling rig company, Vernon Dursley, uncle of Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
Yes, it’s such a coincidence!
Aaron suppressed the shock in his heart and asked calmly: "Dad, you don't have business dealings with Dursley's company, do you?"
Mr. Custer shook his head: "No, their company's business has not yet expanded to London. Mr. Mason may be their first step."
Seeing Aaron's obviously abnormal look, Mr. Custer immediately realized something and asked, "Who is that little boy?"
Aaron said: "As expected, he should be my future student..."
Mr. Castle nodded: "Do you need me to do anything? For example, make contact with Dursley?"
Mr. Custer has always respected Aaron's opinions, not only because of his amazing talent since childhood, but also because he can often give many truly valuable suggestions.
For example, Aaron once told Mr. Custer that around 1990, Europe would encounter an economic crisis and asked him to prepare in advance - which allowed Mr. Custer's company to avoid many losses.
"No." Aaron shook his head, "No need to do anything."
He has no idea of getting involved with Harry Potter yet, and as the Boy-Who-Lived, the Ministry of Magic will probably impose a lot of protective measures around his home, right? Aaron can't go there rashly and arouse suspicion.
After dinner, Mrs. Custer simply tidied his room, and Aaron returned to his room to prepare for bed.
Tomorrow, there are still many things waiting for him to do.
