Chapter 5

After joining Rolan and Daisy, Mr. Harris led the entire family in saying goodbye to the Weasley family.

"Aaron, we need to stay in touch," Ron said, reluctant to part with the new friend he had just made. This new friend was really cool.

"Alright, Ron," Aaron responded, equally pleased to meet such an enthusiastic new companion.

Passing the magical lamppost once more, Aaron's emotions were complex. On one hand, he was extremely eager.

In fact, he was even more excited than when he visited Diagon Alley. His anticipation of the functions of the Bookworm system resembled that of acquiring a new toy – he couldn't resist playing with it extensively.

Furthermore, he believed that the Bookworm system would undoubtedly inject a lot of excitement into his future life.

Upon returning home, the Harris couple's first concern wasn't installing the expensive broomstick, but rather their young son.

"Aaron, I know you have a penchant for reading, but I never expected you to be so accomplished so quietly!" Mr. Harris exclaimed admiringly.

"Aaron, I've never seen you excel like this. How did you acquire such knowledge even before starting school? Did you already have the answers beforehand?" Rolan was taken aback. He never imagined that his younger brother could be such a bookworm.

"Mom, Aaron has always loved reading, so I thought he could do it," Emily chimed in, exhibiting unconditional faith in her big brother.

"I doubt Aaron had the answers in advance. After all, he can't venture to Diagon Alley on his own, and this time the questions weren't covered in standard wizarding books. Was it taught at the Muggle school?" Mr. Harris finished, playfully patting Aaron's cheek.

"Nevertheless, we're genuinely curious, Aaron. When did you become so skilled?" Daisy inquired, eager for an explanation.

However, Aaron remained silent, as he had just heard the tone of the Greatest Bookworm System upon arriving home.

A melodious, ethereal voice echoed: "Congratulations, host, for completing the novice trial task and winning the grand prize – a system reward for a lottery draw: the book 'Elementary Spell Application Strategy.'"

"May I assist you with the lottery now?"

"Absolutely," Aaron impatiently responded.

A massive roulette materialized in his mind, featuring seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, azure, blue, and purple. The sections of these colors decreased sequentially. The bronze pointer settled at the top-middle position.

"Commence the draw." The pointer whirled swiftly. "Halt!" The pointer came to rest on the purple section, the smallest segment.

"Best of luck," Aaron exclaimed excitedly. He knew that the purple area indicated the most rewarding prize.

A large purple treasure chest emerged. The word "Open" appeared in golden letters above it.

"Eidetic Memory!" Aaron questioned the system in amazement, "Will it remember everything seen?"

"Absolutely, but the host currently possesses the basic version of eidetic memory, applicable only to text."

"Any text?"

"Yes, any text."

Aaron was genuinely surprised. He comprehended the immense time-saving potential this ability held for his learning process.

"Perhaps we've underestimated you, Aaron. We had no idea you possessed talents beyond our knowledge!" Mr. Harris held Aaron's hand affectionately.

"Dad, I enjoy reading because I have an excellent memory. I read written text a few times, and I can retain it entirely."

Aaron offered an explanation he had been formulating for some time.

"Wow, that's incredible!" Emily dashed to her room and returned with a triumphant grin, holding a book.

"The Tales of Beedle the Bard," Aaron recognized, intrigued. He opened the cover with enthusiasm.

"Just the 'Tale of the Three Brothers,'" Emily turned to the longest story in the book.

Aaron quickly scanned the story, feeling each and every word imprinting in his mind.

Aaron handed the book to Emily. "Once upon a time, three brothers journeyed down a secluded path. Dusk was approaching, and as they walked, they reached a river. The water was too deep to cross by foot, and swimming was perilous. However, the three brothers were skilled in magic. With a wave of their wands, they conjured a bridge over the treacherous waters. While traversing the middle of the bridge, a cloaked figure obstructed their path..."

Aaron's family was captivated. Emily's exhilaration and joyous expression affirmed that Aaron had indeed recited the tale accurately.

Completely unexpected, the most promising individual in the family turned out to be Aaron.

"The third brother lived to an old age. Eventually, he removed the Invisibility Cloak, bequeathing it to his son. He then greeted Death as an old friend, on equal terms, and contentedly departed this world."

Aaron smoothly concluded the story and looked at the elated Mrs. Harris. "Mom, I'm thirsty."

"Of course. My dear, you've been speaking for so long!"

Even in her excitement, Mrs. Harris skillfully cast a silencing spell with her wand.

The kettle flew to the sink, water gushed from the tap into the kettle, which then soared back to the stove. Flames blazed beneath it.

"Aaron, you've made me incredibly proud," Mrs. Harris said, affectionately ruffling Aaron's hair.

"It's late, and you must be hungry. Daisy, come help. I believe we should prepare something substantial, like a beef kidney pie, haggis pudding..."

Mrs. Harris led Daisy to the kitchen, leaving Mr. Harris and Rolan engrossed in a discussion about the "Neptune" broomstick and its maintenance.

Which pureblood wizard could resist the allure of a top-quality broomstick? Even Aaron, with his integrated memories, shared the enthusiasm for this sport.

Younger sister Emily remained by Aaron's side, persistently asking questions. She considered her big brother to be even more magical than magic itself.

After dining and settling into bed, as sleep approached, Aaron couldn't help but reflect, "What a splendid day. And my little sister truly was an invaluable asset in convincing the family"