Chapter 98: The Male President’s Idleness (1)

Chapter 98: The Male President’s Idleness (1)

Boring, so boring!

Aidan walked aimlessly in the corridor of Hogwarts. There were constant little exclamations directed at him around him. He knew that if he was willing to glance over at this time, those little exclamations would surely turn into screams.

Although he doesn't care much about his appearance, when will Aryan be able to face up to his handsomeness?

He had just been rejected by his cold girlfriend on a date and was also given an inspection mission.

Aidan was happy to help Aryan, after all, Aryan still had to take exams. He was just a little dissatisfied about this, because it seemed as if he came to Hogwarts just to become the president.

It was obviously because of Aryan's words that he didn't want to be overtaken in his job presentation.

"That's great, Della!" "It's really interesting! Must it be given to Dumbledore?"

While he was bored and complaining, Aidan heard two identical voices, and then a familiar female voice rang out, "After all, this is a topic, Fred."

Oh! It's Miss Moonlight.

It seemed like something interesting was happening. When Aidan was thinking this, he had already walked in front of the three people who were talking. The red and black heads turned to him. Aidan greeted them very familiarly, "Hey, twins and Miss Moonlight, what are you talking about? It seems very interesting."

"Are you upset about the girls, boss of the boys?" Aidan, who did not play by the rules, met the Gemini, who also did not play by the rules. Fred adjusted the half-moon glasses on his nose and smiled at Aidan.

"Depressed about a girl? Show me, Fred!" George rushed towards his brother.

"Hey! Be careful! George!" Fred took off his glasses and leaned back.

"Wow, such an undisguised discussion. It seems my feeling is correct. You guys are talking about interesting things. Do you mind if I join in?" Aidan's eyes widened, his deep blue pupils showing some interest.

"Please don't mind, Senior Aidan, Fred and George just like to joke around," Della said hurriedly. She walked to Aidan and pointed to the glasses that had been passed to Fred's hands. "That's a little gadget I made. I call it thought-catching glasses."

"It's so boring. Now all he thinks about is a pair of glasses." George finally grabbed the glasses, looked at Aidan impatiently, and then shouted in disappointment.

"Can you show it to me now?" Aidan smiled and held out his hand to George.

"Of course, I think you can see me sweating now." George pouted, he took two steps forward and handed the glasses to Aidan.

"It can see what a person is thinking about over a period of time, but it's in the form of stick figures, and overall it's still very crude." Della on the side looked at Aidan wearing glasses and began to explain.

The red-haired guy in front of him had a sweaty little human head that looked very similar to him on his head, and seemed to be depressed about something. Behind him, a broom was slowly floating above the head of a boy who looked the same as him.

"Well, very interesting stuff, really amazing, Miss Moonlight." Aidan said as he turned his attention to the girl. He saw a wrapped sachet on Della's head with Aryan's name written on it. "Oh! Did you prepare a gift for Aryan?"

"Yes, Senior Aidan." Della glanced at the glitter on the lens, then reached out from her bag and took out a dark green sachet and handed it over. "It contains dried herbs that can relieve fatigue. I see that Senior has been busy recently."

"The Halloween party is coming up, and the presidents need to finalize some things with the teachers." Aidan tilted his head to the sachet and sniffed it. Just as he took a deep breath, Fred came up to them.

"I'd love to talk to you guys longer, but we have to go to training. Halloween is coming soon, which means--" Fred patted George's shoulder.

"The Quidditch match is about to start." George continued his brother's words, his expression suddenly became serious. The two brothers waved to Aidan and Della, and walked out of the corridor together.

"Quidditch...if I remember correctly, it will be until the end of November. They are really motivated." Aidan was still holding the sachet. Because his face was turned sideways, the glasses on his nose slid down. Aidan simply took them off and gave them back to Della. "Is this an alchemical tool?"

"Did Senior Aidan also study alchemy?" Della took the glasses, put them away and put them in her bag.

"I haven't learned it, but I've seen a lot of it. There are quite a lot of them in France. Alchemical tools have an extra layer of fluidity compared to those ordinary magic props. You'll know it after you get in touch with them more." Aidan shrugged and sniffed the scent bag next to his face. He then slowly put down his raised hand and adjusted his head. "Dried rare rain grass, good stuff."

If I remember correctly, it's Professor Snape's senior potions class now. Della recalled the class schedule she had seen in Snape's office.

Aidan did not attend the advanced Potions class, and she would not come into contact with this kind of rare herb in the Herbology class. Perhaps this senior was better than she thought, both in terms of his vision for magical artifacts and his knowledge of rare herbs.

"Professor Snape gave me one. We have a lot of homework recently." Della smiled and continued, "Have you ever come into contact with this before?"

"The professor is really generous." Aidan's eyes sank as he said this, with that cynical smile on his face. "I once encountered this in the rain forest of Africa. My father and I chewed a plant at that time, and all the fatigue of the whole month flew away."

"I haven't seen it for a long time. After all, it grows deep in the woods and cannot be cultivated artificially. Aryan will like it. She also needs it recently. Alas, NEWT test." Aidan curled his lips, looking quite disdainful.

"..." Della kept smiling and didn't continue the topic that would make Aidan look like he deserved a beating. "Then I'll ask you to take it over for me, senior. I'm worried that I might disturb my senior."

"She's more free on Tuesdays. No, no..." Aidan said, shaking his head again. He gave Della a slightly negotiating smile, "I prefer her time on Tuesday."

"..." In fact, Aidan really deserves a beating. Della hasn't felt her skin stiff from laughing like this in a long time. Aidan is a very strange person. Even though they are not very familiar with each other, he can use the most familiar tone, and his words always carry a sense of self-centeredness and alienation, making it difficult for people to keep a social distance from him.

"Oh, forget it. I'll send it to her," Aidan muttered as he put the sachet into his robe pocket. "Now I have to go on patrol. Arlian said I have to make at least one round. It's really troublesome."

"Something will definitely happen in a groggy and energetic afternoon." Della agreed. She waved her hand at Aidan and said, "Then go ahead and do your work, senior."

"Yeah." Aidan nodded, and just turned around and turned his head back, "Where's Maggie?"

"Today he is with Prefect Ryant, the seventh-year prefect of Slytherin." Even though she had deliberately mentioned Senior Gino's last name, Della still added this.

This was the first time she heard a name other than Arlian from Aidan, and Della understood almost instantly that this Aidan didn't seem to remember any meaningless names.

It seems that Maggie is more impressive than me.

"Hmm..." Aidan turned around again. He looked Della up and down and suddenly asked, "Are you a Parseltongue?"

"Ah? No, of course not, senior." It was the first time someone asked Della this question in person. She was surprised for a moment and then responded immediately.

"Isn't it? I trust my instincts," Aidan said with a big smile. "Also, let me tell you a little trick. When most people appear calm in front of unusual questions, it means they have already prepared for this question."

"......" In response to Aidan's gaze, Della frowned slightly.

"Like Aryan said, you are good, but you can do better. It would be good to change direction." Aidan laughed and turned away. He waved to the back as he walked, "Goodbye, Miss Moonlight."

Della kept watching Aidan's departing back, and only walked slowly to the other side after the tall figure of the male president turned the corner and disappeared.

She had to prepare for her conversation with Dumbledore tonight.