[Sequence Number 003: Gold-Stealing Raven, Passive: Shadow Infiltration Lvl., Special Passive: One cubic meter of traceless extension spell space.]
[Host can use Creation Value to enhance its spatial ability.]
"Success!"
Aaron was just trying to see if he could wake the creature.
After all, monkeys can wake themselves up.
It's just that this kind of recognition without external force doesn't seem to grant the creature any value.
But this also fits Aaron's idea. Some special creatures are better known to outsiders.
It's better if no one knows.
At that moment, he began mentally issuing orders.
"Serial Number 003: Gold-Stealing Raven, I command you!"
"First: Starting today, don't stop until the entire Gringotts is empty."
"Second: Give the goblin named Laxi a little surprise." Upon receiving his order, atop an ancient castle on the outskirts of London, a raven as black as gunpowder ruffled its fluffy feathers, its eyes emitting a faint black light.
It made a sound that mimicked a human: "Locate the mark, the mark has been successfully located."
Whoosh!
The raven soared into the sky and disappeared in an instant.
Diagon Alley
"200 Galleons is a fortune that many pure-blood wizards cannot afford."
"With these things, you can buy everything you need for school and still have plenty of gold Galleons left over."
"And what intrigues me even more is, why won't you let me help you get justice?"
The two walked to Madam Malkin's robe shop.
Dumbledore looked at the boy silently and questioned him about his doubts while comforting him. In fact, as Dumbledore said, 200 gold Galleons is already a great fortune in the eyes of many ordinary wizards.
After all, when Ron's wand broke, the Weasley family took all the money out of the vault, leaving them with only one gold Galleon and a pile of Sickles.
So this led to many of Ron's things being secondhand.
But until now, Aaron wanted to complain about the gold Galleon conversion.
A wordless prime number conversion: one Galleon = 17 Sickles, 1 Sickle = 29 Knuts.
A country that isn't very good at arithmetic won't be able to do it…
But Dumbledore obviously misunderstood; Aaron was in a very good mood at the moment.
"I'm not letting you get involved because this matter is too small." Aaron said quietly, as if talking about something insignificant, "I don't want to waste time on these things."
"On the one hand, as Headmaster of Hogwarts, you shouldn't oppress goblins just for a few gold Galleons. This is far beneath your dignity."
He raised his head; his deep blue eyes were particularly serious.
"And most importantly, as an orphan, I'm used to solving problems my way."
With that, he continued walking.
At that moment, Dumbledore felt his heart race. He carefully recalled the boy's words.
He discovered that the other's reasoning was very profound, and that there were some things he hadn't thought of.
Furthermore, from the last paragraph, he sensed the boy's deep self-esteem.
"Is she really eleven?"
Dumbledore looked at the boy's thin but determined back with a complicated expression.
There was another reason. He couldn't believe the girl was behaving so well. Ever since she entered Diagon Alley, she had been so well-behaved that it unnerved him.
Soon, among the rows of oddly shaped shops, Aaron spotted the sign for Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.
The two entered the store one after the other.
Madam Malkin was a short, plump witch with a sweet smile, wearing a purple dress. "Oh, what a handsome wizard! Are you going to buy a Hogwarts uniform?" she called out to Aaron, who was curiously scanning the shop.
Turning around, she saw Dumbledore enter right behind her. She immediately exclaimed, "My goodness! Let's see who's here, a bigwig of the wizarding world..."
But just as she was about to raise her voice in surprise, she saw Dumbledore fall silent.
Then she covered her mouth and looked around quietly. Luckily, there weren't many people around, just a pure-blood wizard measuring clothes in the back of the shop.
"What kind of wizard would bring you here in person? Is it Harry...?" Madam Malkin asked Dumbledore, her gossipy spirit.
While they were both reminiscing, Aaron walked toward the back corridor.
He saw a pale, thin boy standing on a stool, a witch measuring his size. Seeing Aaron enter, he asked, "Hello, are you going to Hogwarts too?"
"Malfoy?"
That name came to Aaron's mind.
"Hmm."
He nodded, and at the same time, he looked at some sample wizard robes lying around and touched them with his hand. Mmm, the fabric was very comfortable.
As if he'd heard they were the same kind of people, the boy began to chatter away.
Something like"Dad bought him books, mom bought him wands, etc." and the tone of voice sounded particularly pretentious to Aaron.
For a moment, the whole store was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Aaron didn't want to pay attention to him, but looked at every inch of the strange place in the store.
After talking to himself for a while, Malfoy suddenly turned his head and asked: "By the way, which family are you from?"
Aaron knew that he was testing whether he was a Muggle. Malfoy, who was of pure blood, hated Muggles very much.
The Malfoy family believed that it was an insult to let the mudbloods in their mouths go to school with them!
But Aaron didn't intend to cover it up: "Me? First time to contact magic."
Hearing this, the boy on the stool changed his face instantly.
"Humph! Damn it." He said in a sarcastic tone: "Schools shouldn't accept some kind of alternative admissions."
Aaron narrowed his eyes. How dare you say such things to me in front of me?
Then he quietly cast a flying spell on the stool under Malfoy's feet.
The stool was instantly unstable, and Malfoy fell off the stool and landed on his butt.
Aaron stopped at the right time, making it look like he didn't step on the stool firmly.
""Ouch." Malfoy fell on his buttocks. He seemed to hear the sound of his pelvis breaking, and his pale face turned pink.
The witch who was measuring clothes was also a little confused. Why did he fall down suddenly?
""Oh, look at you, how can you be so careless?"
Aaron asked, pretending to be concerned, but he couldn't suppress the smile in his eyes.
Hearing Malfoy's scream, Dumbledore and Madam Malkin also came over.
"Oh my god, it's really too bad." Madam Malkin exclaimed, covering her mouth.
While chatting with Madam Malkin, Dumbledore kept an eye on the situation in the store.
Just now, I have clearly noticed that someone used the Summoning Curse!
However, there were only a few people in the store, and it couldn't be a witch, nor could it be the young master of the Malfoy family, so there was only one person.
He looked at Aaron on the side, and his eyes clearly revealed an uncontrollable smile.