Chapter 122 Not Everyone is Suitable for Classes
In the luxurious hall, Aaron was petting the dragon while enduring the scrutinizing gazes of the Malfoy couple.
"How should I put this?
Gines is smarter than I thought, and he has ruled out many interfering factors.
But he would never have thought that I would come to Malfoy Manor, at least not for now."
Aaron was quite certain of his guess; Gines had watched him grow up and understood him even better than his parents.
He would formulate the most efficient search plan in the shortest time and execute it quickly.
However, Gines did not know that he had an invisibility potion, which allowed him to exploit the loophole of the Ministry of Magic prohibiting underage Wizards from using magic in the Muggle world, enabling him to escape over a hundred kilometers away within half an hour.
The discrepancy in information would greatly affect his judgment, so it was always good to keep some trump cards for himself, otherwise, he probably wouldn't even find a place to stay now.
Lucius hung his coat on the hanger and sat opposite Aaron, "I really don't understand, why did you run away from home?"
"Aaron's family arranged tutoring classes for him," Dracointerjected, "You'll understand if you look at his hands."
The Malfoy couple looked over in unison, and Aaroncooperatively held out his hands.
Seeing his hands full of calluses, the couple was astonished, but they suppressed their emotions well and did not show it.
"This is simply abuse.
Anyone who suffers such injustice would inevitably want to escape."
"Don't talk nonsense," Lucius interrupted his son, "Some families have relatively special ways of raising their offspring."
"But no matter how special, it can't be this excessive!"
"Draco." Lucius gave him a blank look, but Draco could clearly feel the anger beneath the calm, and he sullenly shut his mouth.
"This is their family matter, it's not for us outsiders to interfere," Narcissa explained softly, then looked at Aaron, "Logically speaking, we should inform your parents, after all, they would be very worried if you ran away from home."
"That's not necessary. My parents are usually very busy, and even during holidays, they rarely make it back."
Narcissa frowned, "Then you…"
"I'm usually looked after by my butler, Gines. This situation has been going on for many years," Aaron said indifferently, "Uncle Lucius should have seen him; he was the one who picked me up at the station during the holidays."
"Do your parents know that you are suffering such grievances during the holidays?" Lucius asked, "I think if they knew your situation, they would definitely rush back out of concern."
"That's really not certain," Aaron smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Those classes were arranged by them; this is part of the ancestral teachings. Gines wouldn't dare to act on his own."
Lucius opened his mouth upon hearing this; he seemed to understand why reclusive families could pass down their legacy for so long.
They attach extraordinary importance to the education of the next generation, even incorporating it into their ancestral teachings.
Thinking of this, Lucius turned his gaze to Draco, feeling that he could learn from other families' methods of cultivating heirs.
If his son suffering a bit could guarantee the family's glory, it would definitely be well worth it!
Draco couldn't help but shiver, giving his mother a pleading look.
Narcissa immediately patted Lucius's arm under the table, then shook her head slightly at him.
Lucius understood his wife's meaning and regretfully dismissed his idea.
Other people's children and his own were different. If Dracohad Aaron's talent, taking a few tutoring classes wouldn't hurt.
But the problem was he didn't have such talent, so he couldn't simply copy Aaron's cultivation method.
"Aaron, you've really given us a tough problem!" Narcissasaid somewhat helplessly, "If we don't send you back, your butler will probably be consumed with worry.
But if we send you back, we can't bear to, after all, anyone who sees those callused hands would feel sorry for you."
"Thank you for your concern, Auntie.
But in fact, the situation is not that serious.
Gines knows very well that I wouldn't do something without confidence. I think the reason he's so anxious is perhaps because he cares about his reputation, after all, I ran away right under his nose.
This is his dereliction of duty, and to save face, he needs to find me before school starts." Aaron chuckled, "Before I left, I left him a note, stating that I wasn't accidentally missing or kidnapped, but simply out for a stroll.
Rather than a meticulously planned runaway, it's more like a game.
If I win, I don't have to attend the remaining three days of classes; if I lose, I obediently go back to class."
Upon hearing this, Lucius and Narcissa exchanged glances, but felt a sense of relief in their hearts.
If Aaron left a note for Gines, then the problem wasn't big; at most, it was a prank, and the Malfoy family could certainly accommodate him.
"That's so cool."
"Draco, do you think running away from home is cool?" Narcissa glared at her son, her eyes full of warning.
"I was just simply expressing my feelings, I promise I don't have that idea."
"It better be.
Aaron running away was an act of helpless rebellion, but you know very well how Lucius and I treat you."
"If you dare to play like that, we will definitely give you an unforgettable lesson," Lucius said faintly, then looked at Aaron, "You can stay here with peace of mind. Your Aunt Narcissa and I will not betray you to your family."
"That's great!" Draco said excitedly, happy that he could help Aaron.
"But…" Lucius's tone shifted, "If Gines really comes knocking, then…"
"I won't make things difficult for you," Aaron immediately said, "Uncle Lucius, Aunt Narcissa, and Draco, you just need to pretend you don't know anything.
Visiting Malfoy Manor is Aaron Gaius's personal act. The Malfoy family is completely unaware of his running away from home. That way, everything will be fine."
Lucius paused, then praised, "You are really smart."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"I'll go arrange a room for Aaron now."
"No hurry, leave such small matters to Dobby," Lucius called out to Draco, saying meaningfully, "I think you should first understand the difference between your holiday and Aaron's, and compare what he did and what you did."
"Ah, this…"
Draco was about to find an excuse to decline but was scared back into his seat by a look from Narcissa.
"Do I really have to say it?"
"Aaron, I don't want to be rude, but Draco really wasted this holiday.
He needs a benchmark to inspire him to move forward."
"Uncle Lucius, I don't think that benchmark should be me," Aaron said awkwardly, "After all, I just ran away from home and even ran to a friend's house for refuge."
"On the contrary, being able to successfully leave home and quickly shake off pursuit to arrive at Malfoy Manor, hundreds of kilometers from Diagon Alley, is also your ability.
Draco, isn't that right!"
"Yes!" Draco replied glumly, "Of course it is."
"Aaron, I have my own selfish reasons for making this rude request," Lucius said, "Draco's talent is better than mine, and I hope he has a better future. Perhaps you can tell me what kind of tutoring classes I should enroll him in."
"Father, isn't this… something to reconsider more carefully?" Draco was a little panicked; he didn't want to end up with hands full of calluses like Aaron.
"No need to consider," Lucius completely disregarded his son's opinion, simply stating, "People stronger than you are still working hard, what reason do you have not to?"
"Draco, you don't have to worry.
Even if we enroll you in classes, we will respect your opinions and won't let you suffer any grievances." Narcissacomforted him.
"You always protect him."
"He's my son, who else would I protect if not him?" Narcissarolled her eyes at Lucius, then looked at Draco with some indulgence, "Your father's love for you is definitely no less than mine, which is why he has such high expectations for you."
Upon hearing this, Draco nodded solemnly, "Father, I will not disappoint you."
Seeing that the family of three had discussed almost everything, Aaron said helplessly, "You have to promise me that you'll keep it a secret."
"Promise, promise, that's completely a small matter," Dracoimmediately patted his chest and guaranteed.
"Also, I'll say this upfront: some courses involve family secrets, which I cannot tell you."
"Understood," Lucius said, "You just need to tell us the less important parts."
"Alright!" Aaron shrugged, then began to count on his fingers, "The tutoring classes started on the second day after the holiday. The specific content includes swordsmanship, medical skills, art, musical instruments, botany, history, driving, lip-reading, cooking, drinking capacity…"
"Wait, that's enough, stop.
Let me take a moment." Draco wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "How many courses did your family arrange for you?"
"Uh… strictly speaking, twenty-nine."
Draco staggered, almost losing his balance, and Lucius and Narcissa were also dumbfounded.
No wonder Aaron ran away from home; who the hell could handle the pressure of twenty-nine subjects!
"Draco," Lucius murmured, "I retract what I just said. Tutoring classes and such might not be suitable for you."
"Thank you, Father." Draco breathed a sigh of relief, "I, I thought so too."