Chapter 370: The Veela Sisters, Fleur and Gabrielle
"Ah, isn't that the owl my mother keeps? Merlin's beard, how did it get here?"
Hannah Abbott of Hufflepuff looked up in confusion.
"I also saw the owl my mom keeps! Why would it go to Aaron?"
"I saw it too, what happened?"
"What else could it be? Obviously, your mothers are fangirling, deeply smitten with another wizard."
Draco Malfoy, sitting at the Slytherin table, showed a sarcastic smile, "Indeed, wizarding families without proper upbringing are very prone to such terrible behavior."
"Unlike us Slytherins, we would never..."
"Damn it! That's my mother's owl!"
Slytherin Quidditch team captain Marcus Flint ~ cursed in a low, dark voice.
Malfoy's smile froze slightly, and before he could find another excuse, Pansy Parkinson, one of the pure-blood families and a witch with short black hair, also had a gloomy expression.
Pansy stared intently at an overly fat owl among the flock.
"How outrageous! My mother is an old maid in her thirties, yet she still wants to snatch a man from young girls, it's truly shameful!"
Ah, no, is that all you care about?
Wait, you just said you also like Aaron? Are you jealous of your mom?
Malfoy was stunned, "Pansy, you are a noble Slytherin! You are a descendant of a sacred pure-blood family, he is just an Eastern wizard, and perhaps even from a Mugglefamily..."
Pansy glared at him with a warning look, "No, Muggles cannot give birth to such a perfect wizard, Malfoy, you are slandering him, even if you are from the Malfoy family, I will make you regret it!"
Malfoy was even more stunned, no, we're on the same side, who are you helping?
"What if... what if he's from a Muggle family?"
Malfoy said with heartfelt pain, "Don't forget the excellent heritage of Slytherin!"
Pansy said without hesitation, "Even if he's from a Mugglefamily, it's not his fault, it's the world's fault, it's the Sorting Hat's fault!"
"Without a doubt, he is absolutely more pure-blood than any pure-blood!"
"After I have his child, our child will also be the most excellent pure-blood!"
Malfoy's mouth dropped open in an exaggerated manner, you have betrayed the revolution!
Just as he was about to say something, the other Slytherin girls cursed first, "Damn you Parkinson, what nonsense are you saying, you bitch?"
Malfoy nodded in agreement, but then immediately...
"Aaron belongs to me, only I am worthy to marry such an excellent wizard, and only the child born of him and me will be a true pure-blood!"
"Aaron is mine, don't you dare fight me for him, otherwise... even my mother, I will show no mercy!"
Looking at the terrifying witches of Slytherin, like female ghosts, Malfoy shrank his head in fear.
What terrifying witches!
Thankfully, my mother... Vincent Crabbe, one of Malfoy's cronies, pointed to a particularly ornate owl, "Boss, isn't that your family's owl?"
"How could that be!"
Malfoy looked up, only to see that his mother, Narcissa Malfoy's owl, had also just dropped off an envelope.
Malfoy was struck by lightning, "No!!!"
The entire Great Hall was in chaos.
Whether from sacred pure-blood families or ordinary wizarding families, as long as there were women, they all sent one or more letters to Aaron.
The wizards were quite frantic about this, and the witches were equally excited.
Dumbledore, seeing the situation becoming increasingly uncontrollable on the stage, also had a helpless expression.
What could he do?
Could he possibly beg those ladies not to be so crazy?
Aaron's expression remained calm, seemingly completely oblivious to the excited wizards.
After all the owls had left, Aaron removed the IF conditional shield charm that selectively filtered owl droppings, then took out a pink envelope.
"Dear Mr. Aaron, hello, I am your fan, an ordinary witch from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic..."
Aaron casually glanced at the end, which bore a very familiar signature—Fleur Delacour.
It turned out to be Fleur, who had one-tenth Veela blood.
There was also a photo on the back of the envelope.
It was a full-body photo of Fleur.
She had waist-length silver hair, and when her shimmering silver eyes blinked, they inadvertently released a tingling electric current.
The photo had been treated with a developing potion.
Fleur seemed to come alive, winking playfully at Aaronand gently waving, as if greeting him.
It must be said that Fleur, having inherited Veela blood, indeed possessed breathtaking beauty.
She truly was a strong contender, ranked among the top three, vying for first place among the witches in the Harry Potter World.
Aaron hadn't expected such a coincidence, no, this wasn't a coincidence, but an inevitability!
"Wish fulfillment, huh..."
"A characteristic even more exaggerated than the Protagonist Halo, it's pure idealism, completely illogical."
"But... I didn't think of Fleur, or rather, did I just think of women? How could I be that kind of person?"
Aaron righteously put the letter aside and casually picked up another one.
The handwriting on this letter looked very childish, but it was clear that the writer was very serious.
Aaron didn't read the content, he went straight to the end.
"Gabrielle Delacour? What a joke, it's the Veela sisters right off the bat!"
"At this point in time... Fleur would be in fifth year, right? Around sixteen years old, and Gabrielle would be... eight years old?"
The envelope also contained a photo of Gabrielle.
She was like a miniature Fleur, with waist-length pure-colored hair and shimmering silver eyes, as if they were the hallmark of the Delacour family.
What a pair of sisters.
However, they still needed to be raised well.
Three years minimum, maximum death penalty... Aaronwas about to casually pick another letter to read, but when he thought that the next one might be from some barrel-waisted witch lady, he suddenly lost interest.
0 for fresh flowers
The total number of wizards in Europe in the Harry Potter World was only tens of thousands.
How many could be as pleasing to the eye as Fleur?
Better not to dirty his eyes.
When Aaron looked up, he saw many of the observing wizards shedding tears of pain and helplessness.
The heart-shaped fan envelopes... always made people imagine things.
Kara couldn't help but complain, "Dad, you should ease up, I'm always worried that tomorrow the wizarding world will see the most terrifying divorce wave in history."
Mela nodded, "Hogwarts isn't going to become a single-parent school, is it?"
Hermione just felt relieved that her parents were Muggles and wouldn't pay attention to wizarding news.
Otherwise... she too would become one of the wizards present.
Aaron shrugged, "It's not my fault, who made me so charismatic?"
With that, Aaron swept all the envelopes into the trash can.
All the wizards present breathed a sigh of relief.
After Aaron and his companions left,
They swarmed forward, frantically searching through the trash can.
Draco gritted his teeth, waving his wand and shouting angrily, "All of you, get out of my way!"
"Watch me, Incendio!"
Whoosh ~
Draco performed beyond his usual ability, releasing flames that incinerated all the envelopes in the trash can.
The surging flames from the burning envelopes rose, and the scorching heat pushed back the surrounding crowd, completely illuminating the wizards' eyes and eclipsing the dim light of the oil lamps.
And beneath those flickering flames, there was only Draco's frantic relief.
"Draco used magic indiscriminately within the school, almost injuring classmates, so twenty points from Slytherin!"
Dumbledore announced loudly.
But Draco didn't react, and none of the wizards moved.
Even Snape was silent.
He was thinking,
If he had Aaron's looks back then, would Lily not have left him?
Yes, absolutely.
Perhaps, he should research a beauty spell, to rival Aaron.
Just as all the wizards thought the matter was over,
They were horrified to discover the next day.
Last night was just the beginning.
As Aaron's photos appeared in different media newspapers,
More witches became aware of Aaron's existence.
Envelopes poured into Hogwarts like a flood.
The price of parchment in the entire wizarding world skyrocketed tenfold overnight!
Not only that,
Many witches, using the excuse of visiting relatives, came to Hogwarts for a tour.
They would even drag their children along to deliberately create accidental encounters.
And flirt with Aaron right in front of their children.
Malfoy watched in despair as his mother, the long-haired, fair-skinned Narcissa Malfoy, chatted and laughed with Aaron.
Merlin's beard, this is all fake, haha, fake!
Father, where are you? Come quickly, Mother is going to run off with someone! Factory!.
Chapter 371: Earning a First-Class Order of Merlin with his looks
"Mr. Aaron, I never realized you were so knowledgeable, chatting with you is truly enlightening."
Narcissa Malfoy smiled, her voice gentle.
Aaron conversed with her, a polite smile on his face, which made Malfoy's eyes turn red with fury.
Before long, Narcissa reluctantly bid farewell and left.
Malfoy stomped over to Aaron, bravely lifting his head, but as soon as his eyes met Aaron's, he looked away, intimidated and abashed.
"Stay away from my mom, or my dad will make you regret it!"
"My dad is a Hogwarts board member; he can get you expelled with just one word!"
Aaron sneered, "Malfoy, go play somewhere else. You don't want your mom to run away from home, do you?"
Malfoy's face flushed crimson. Thinking of Narcissa's behavior just now, his eyes darkened.
No!!
Aaron pushed Malfoy aside and walked away.
Malfoy dared not speak to Aaron again, so he ran to find Kara and Mela.
He couldn't provoke Aaron, but was he afraid of two little girls? Just as Malfoy was about to warn Kara and Mela,
Kara glanced at him disdainfully and threatened, "Malfoy, if I were you, I'd roll far away. You don't want to suddenly have hundreds of siblings, do you?"
Malfoy was instantly stunned.
He immediately understood the meaning behind her words.
If Aaron was willing, it might turn Hogwarts into a school of siblings.
More than half of the attending wizards would have the same stepfather.
Damn it!
"Get lost!"
Kara impatiently pushed Malfoy aside.
Her actions and demeanor were practically a carbon copy of Aaron's.
Malfoy clenched his fists, but could only hold it in.
So infuriating!
But he really couldn't provoke him.
Beside them, Harry, Ron, and Neville witnessed the entire scene.
"That's great, Malfoy got a good scolding!" Harry said, laughing.
Ron's face was filled with horror, "That's terrifying!"
Harry looked at Ron in confusion, "Malfoy lost face, aren't you happy?"
Ron nodded, "Happy, but I'm scared too!"
"Aren't you scared?"
Harry was silent, "I'm not scared. I wish I could be."
Ron paused. Well, Harry was an orphan.
He then looked at Neville, "Aren't you scared?"
Neville shook his head, "No, I'm not. My parents are both insane; they've always lived at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."
So the trio could only piece together one complete set of parents?
Hiss, what kind of dark humor is this?
Ron didn't know whether to feel lucky or unlucky.
In the past, he would have mercilessly mocked Draco Malfoy.
But now, they were all in the same boat, so why mock each other?
Looking at Malfoy was like looking in a mirror.
Harry thought for a moment and suggested, "Neville, why don't you try letting your mom see Aaron? Maybe just one look will make her better?"
Neville paused, then nodded, "You're right."
Ron's eyes widened, looking at the two in astonishment.
Seriously, one of you dares to suggest it, and the other dares to believe it.
"If you're going to do that, I suggest you go see Dumbledore, or the greatest alchemist Nicolas Flamel. That would definitely be more reliable than this method."
Neville thought seriously for a moment, "I'll still let my mom see Mr. Aaron first. I hope that by looking at beautiful things, her sanity can be awakened."
"Believe me, you won't succeed."
Ron pouted.
Neville ignored him and directly contacted St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, asking them to bring Alice Longbottom to Hogwarts.
That afternoon,
Alice Longbottom was transported to Hogwarts.
Other wizards eagerly crowded around,
Ron exaggeratedly recounted Neville's outlandish idea.
Upon hearing this, the other wizards burst into laughter.
Few people thought highly of Neville Longbottom; he was perceived as slow and dull, even being bullied by his broomstick during flying lessons."
Now, hearing Ron's account, they found Neville even more foolish.
Dumbledore, McGonagall, and other professors, hearing of such an absurd matter, quickly arrived to maintain order.
"Mr. Longbottom, I understand your eagerness, but Ms. Alice was tormented by the Cruciatus Curse to this extent. Currently, there are no treatment methods that can alleviate her symptoms."
McGonagall earnestly tried to persuade him.
But Neville was stubborn on this matter.
"I want to try. I have a very special feeling, as if this method can work."
Neville said seriously, completely disregarding the looks of others, having become immune to them.
The others burst into laughter again.
Each laugh was more exaggerated than the last. If it weren't for the professors present, they would have truly mocked Neville Longbottom mercilessly.
At this moment,
Aaron walked out with Kara and Mela.
The three had long known what was happening in the noisy hall, which resembled a marketplace.
Even Kara and Mela felt that Neville was being overly optimistic.
They, of course, believed Aaron had the ability to cure Alice, but to be cured just by looking a few times... that was still too exaggerated.
However,
When Alice Longbottom, supported by medical staff, was guided to look at Aaron, this madwoman who couldn't remember her own child now stared at Aaron without blinking.
"He's so handsome!"
Alice was very calm at this moment, extremely focused, a sight Neville had never witnessed before.
In his memory, his mother and father would always argue loudly, tormented by the painful scene of that day.
Seeing her like this today was truly the first time.
"Mom?"
Alice paused, slowly turned her head, her slightly vacant gaze locking onto Neville.
Her lifeless eyes moved slightly.
"You are..."
"I'm your son, Neville Longbottom!"
"Neville Longbottom?"
Alice clutched her head with both hands, in great pain.
"Mom, look over there, that's Mr. Aaron!"
Neville rushed forward to support Alice. After she looked at Aaron, her painful expression eased somewhat.
"I remember now, you're my child!"
"Am I... insane?!"
"No, Mom, you're better now!"
Neville excitedly hugged her, simultaneously looking at Aaron with grateful eyes, "Thank you, Mr. Aaron, you saved my mother!"
"No way, that actually worked?!"
Ron felt his nose turn red; he could skip a step of makeup if he went to perform in a circus.
Many wizards also watched the heartwarming scene with wide-open mouths.
They couldn't understand how an illness could be cured like this.
Just by looking at a handsome man?
Dumbledore and McGonagall exchanged glances.
Dumbledore said with a wry smile, "The good news is that the permanent negative symptoms caused by the Cruciatus Curse are no longer incurable; there is now a treatment method."
"The bad news is, it only works for females..."
Snape's mouth twitched slightly.
As a Potions Master, he always felt this treatment method was too unconventional.
Hundreds, even thousands, of years of Potionology were less practical than a single face.
Is that reasonable?!
Click—
Rita excitedly photographed the scene.
Her Quick-Quotes Quill furiously recorded the conversations on site.
And quickly sent this scene to the Daily Prophet.
Then,
Aaron became famous once again.
What was even more surprising was that,
The Ministry of Magic, upon learning that someone had solved the permanent madness caused by the Cruciatus Curse, even if only partially,
Specially awarded him a First-Class Order of Merlin.
And hoped to take a set of wizard portraits for Aaron,
To treat the vast number of witches driven mad for various reasons.
Then,
Aaron became the winner of the Most Charming Smile Award in the new issue of Witch Weekly.
Hermione felt utterly bewildered by everything that had happened.
"Is a First-Class Order of Merlin that easy to get?"
"He clearly... didn't do anything!"
Aaron shrugged, "Yes, it seems the value of this First-Class Order of Merlin isn't as high as imagined; one can get it without doing anything."
Hermione was silent for a long time. Her filter for the wizarding world shattered into pieces because of this incident.
Chapter 372: Basilisk on the Loose, Veela Sisters Arrive
It was the weekend.
Although Hogwarts had weekends, students did not return home; they simply didn't have classes.
Wizards in their third year or above, with a parent's signature, could visit Hogsmeade Village during the day, but had to return to the castle by evening.
At least, that was the rule at Hogwarts.
Aaron had originally planned to take Mela and Kara to Hogsmeade Village for an experience.
As the most special person at Hogwarts, even more unique than Hagrid, Aaron naturally had certain privileges.
Even though Mela and Kara were only first-years, Dumbledore turned a blind eye to them leaving the castle.
Hermione, upon hearing this, was curious and decided to join them.
However, just as the three were about to depart on Saturday morning,
Two girls suddenly arrived, disrupting their plans.
Looking at the older and younger girls in front of them, Fleur and Gabrielle, who looked as if they were cast from the same mold,
Kara and Mela looked left and right, then stared intently at Aaron.
Their eyes seemed to say: "Too small."
Fleur, nearly one meter seventy tall, with waist-length silver hair and shimmering green eyes, attracted everyone's attention.
Furthermore, her grandmother was a Veela, and as a half-human, half-Veela, she possessed the best qualities of both.
Simply standing there made most witches feel inferior.
"Mr. Aaron, hello! I am Fleur Delacour, a fifth-year student from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France."
"I am Gabrielle Delacour, a future witch of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."
Fleur and Gabrielle had excellent manners; they introduced themselves proactively upon arrival, every gesture and smile exuding noble grace.
"I know you two. I didn't expect you to come to Hogwartson a Saturday."
Aaron was a bit surprised. Theoretically, the rules of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Hogwarts were similar; even on weekends, students couldn't go out freely.
Fleur smiled shyly, her natural Veela allure subtly emanating, causing the male wizards watching from a distance to become dazed.
Especially Ron, his eyes were practically popping out.
"Oh no, another witch has succumbed to the cursed beauty of a succubus."
Ron was consumed by jealousy, "I don't understand why everyone focuses on appearance, as if appearance represents everything."
"Compared to appearance, shouldn't one pay more attention to the soul? For example, shouldn't a pure soul like mine be more worthy of praise and admiration?"
Neville gave Ron a strange look, his eyes seeming to say: "You're dreaming."
"I think... I mean, perhaps, Mr. Aaron's soul is also very pure?"
Noticing Ron's look of betrayal, Neville's voice grew softer, but he still finished his sentence.
Ron was heavily panting.
What a sin!
The beautiful Fleur, and Hermione, who shone brightly with just a little effort, were both top-tier beauties.
Even Luna, who was called "Loony," was a beauty.
Although Ron didn't envy Aaron for winning Luna's heart, Hermione and Fleur truly captivated him.
"No, we must do something."
Ron's eyes flickered slightly. If this continued, all the male wizards at Hogwarts would end up as bachelors.
Fleur never noticed Ron, her eyes solely on Aaron, and she said softly, "Mainly Gabrielle really wanted to see you, so I specially requested leave from school, and Gabrielle and I took the Hogwarts Express to arrive on Saturday evening."
Eight-year-old Gabrielle was not shy like other young witches. She seemed not to know what embarrassment was, and had been staring at Aaron since she came in.
People always seek beautiful things.
Gabrielle was no exception.
"Big brother, you're so handsome, ten times more handsome than in the Daily Prophet!"
Aaron stroked her little head, "Thank you for the compliment."
Gabrielle giggled, enjoying the warm large hand like a golden retriever puppy.
The touch felt wonderful.
Fleur looked at this scene with envy. She also wanted to try the feeling of a large hand stroking her head.
That feeling must be wonderful, right?
Just as Fleur was lost in thought, a painful wail suddenly came from a distance.
"No!"
"Mrs. Norris?"
"Who killed my cat!"
Fleur knitted her brows, looking at the commotion in the distance, and said with a hint of worry:
"What happened?"
Before anyone else could answer, Kara blinked, "Nothing much, just a cat got petrified."
Hermione's eyes widened slightly, "You mean Filch the Squib's cat? Merlin's beard, that's absolutely wonderful... I mean, terrible!"
"Cats are so cute, who would hurt a cat?"
"Is it The Twins' prank again?"
"Hey, this has nothing to do with us, we've been here the whole time, don't spread rumors."
Two loud voices came from the crowd, belonging to The Twins, George and Fred.
They were explaining to others in the crowd.
As the two most famous pranksters at Hogwarts, it was clear that many people believed this "great" prank was their doing.
"I did it! Believe me, it was me!" Ron's face flushed red as he stepped forward to take responsibility for Mrs. Norris's petrification.
"Come on, Ron, with your meager abilities? Do you know advanced spells like the Full Body-Bind Curse?"
"Ron, I know you want to show off, but clearly, you can't do it!"
George and Fred ridiculed Ron without any regard for his displeased expression.
The others also showed similar smiles.
As if laughing at Ron's overestimation of himself.
Especially Malfoy and his two cronies.
If Aaron hadn't been there, they would have relentlessly spouted insults in Ron's face.
Ron tried hard to explain, but he couldn't make sense of it.
No one believed him.
Not even Harry.
And Hermione.
Hermione rolled her eyes and pouted, "Ron is still as much of a show-off as ever, but he's always clumsy and lazy, it's impossible for him to do something like this."
Fleur turned her head to look, then retracted her gaze. She wasn't interested in a freckled boy.
Although in the West, freckles weren't considered ugly, and could even be a bonus.
But there's no harm without comparison.
If perfection existed in the world, it would definitely be Aaron.
Aaron was perfect, and a perfect reference point.
To tell if someone was handsome, one only needed to compare them to Aaron and see how many "perfect" standard features they had.
Unfortunately, Ron's freckles were not one of the perfect features.
In a context where beauty and ugliness were redefined, Ron's appearance score plummeted, almost to zero.
"No, he's not wrong. This matter is indeed related to him."
Aaron gave Ron a deep look.
Hermione was quite surprised to hear this, "No way, him?"
"Ron doesn't know the Petrification Charm, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know other things."
As soon as Aaron finished speaking, Mela raised her hand and said, "I know, is it the Basilisk?"
"The Hogwarts Restricted Section, 'Forbidden Animals for Experimentation,' describes a forbidden monster capable of petrifying other creatures."
Kara also immediately reacted, "Could it be Slytherin's work? Slytherin represents snakes, so if it's them, secretly raising a Basilisk would be quite reasonable?"
The others looked to Aaron for confirmation, and when they saw Aaron nod, Fleur's face turned pale with shock.
"Merlin's beard, how can Hogwarts have such a dangerous monster!"
Kara was already using her Super Vision, searching for the Basilisk's figure.
Mela warned, "Be careful, any life that meets the Basilisk's gaze will be petrified by its magical curse."
"I've already seen it. It's moving through Hogwarts' pipe system, fifty feet long. Hey, I see its eyes."
As Kara was speaking, Fleur was so scared that her face lost all color, and she quickly covered Kara's eyes.
"It's no use, my eyes can penetrate all objects, and the Basilisk's magic doesn't work on me. This is a blessing my father gave me!"
Kara gently pushed away Fleur's hand and said proudly.
Mela then spoke, "Dad, I remember you can also petrify. Whose petrification is more powerful, yours or its?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow, "Wouldn't we know if we tried?"
Chapter 373: I've Become an Old Relic? Saving Ginny
"Everyone, keep your distance, do not approach!"
Dumbledore, McGonagall, and a few others calmly maintained order at the scene.
Snape and Herbology Professor Pomona Sprout were kneeling on the ground, observing Mrs. Norris, who was stiff from petrification.
"Damn it, who killed my cat?"
"It must be some mischievous student, yes, it must be!"
"For example, you! And you! And possibly you!"
Filch pointed at Harry and Ron, who had just gathered around, his face twisted and ferocious.
"You always like to wander around at night. You must be jealous of me and the poor Mrs. Norris diligently maintaining order at night, so you killed my cat!"
"I should have known, I'm going to kill you!"
Harry was scared by Filch's hideous and ugly face and shook his head repeatedly, "No, it wasn't me."
"I didn't even touch Mrs. Norris, I just arrived..."
Ron wanted to say it was him, but seeing Dumbledoreand the others there, he also shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know either."
Filch still wanted to accuse other wizards, but Dumbledore's voice suddenly rose, with an undeniable tone, saying:
"Argus, please calm down!"
After an examination, Pomona confirmed, "Mrs. Norris is not dead, she is merely petrified. I have a way to cure her."
Snape also nodded, "The problem is not difficult to solve. We just need to make an antidote from cultivated Mandrake, and it can lift this level of petrification."
Hearing this, Dumbledore looked at Pomona, "Madam Sprout, how long will it take to save Mrs. Norris?"
Pomona stood up and replied, "The latest batch of Mandrakes is still being cultivated, it will take about another month. During this time, we just need to take Mrs. Norris to my place and take good care of her. I will prepare the antidote for her as soon as possible."
"You heard that, Mr. Argus, your cat is fine, it just needs a little time, please be patient."
Dumbledore nodded, his gaze fixed on some words written in blood on the wall.
"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened."
"Enemies of the Heir, beware."
Upon hearing this, Filch was quite displeased, his voice sharp: "No, my cat has been petrified, someone must be punished!"
His bloodshot eyes swept over every wizard present, as if all the wizards here were the culprits.
If he could, he would personally select a group of wizards and lock them in dark, terrifying cages, tormenting them severely.
Yes, if he had the chance, he would definitely do it.
He hated these magic-wielding individuals, and even more, he hated the way they looked at him, which made his psychologically fragile and insecure self particularly crazed.
"Argus!"
Dumbledore's tone was heavy, and the usually kind man now exuded an aura of authority without anger, which calmed the frenzied Filch.
"We will find the culprit, I promise. In the meantime, I hope everyone acts cautiously, everyone."
Filch was unwilling, his scrutinizing gaze seemingly intent on memorizing the faces of all the wizards.
Until he saw a pair of indifferent eyes.
Filch shivered involuntarily and quickly lowered his head.
Aaron walked over with Hermione and a few others.
"Mr. Aaron, and these two… guests from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."
Dumbledore saw Aaron and the women beside him, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Because of Aaron, Hogwarts had completely become a must-visit spot for witches.
Among them were Ministry of Magic officials, or Hogwarts Board members or their relatives.
Even Dumbledore was unwilling to offend so many people.
"Dumbledore, what do you plan to do?"
Aaron raised an eyebrow, glancing at Mrs. Norris and the bloody words on the wall.
Dumbledore shook his head, "I will investigate as soon as possible. Currently, there are no more clues to pinpoint the culprit."
This answer puzzled Aaron.
Even after reading the original work, he didn't understand why so many top wizards at Hogwarts couldn't even find a mere Basilisk.
The Basilisk was clearly crawling through Hogwarts' pipe system.
Such a massive body could not possibly remain hidden from everyone.
What's more, the magic in Harry Potter World wasn't just for show.
Let alone wizards, even Muggle detectives could probably find the suspected criminal snake in a very short time.
There was no reason for so many Basilisk victims.
Not to mention,
the spiders in the Forbidden Forest had long since smelled the Basilisk's activity.
Yet, Dumbledore and other professors, who had a phoenix, were being led around in circles by a single Basilisk.
It was absurd to even think about.
"No need to investigate, it's a Basilisk. It usually roams the pipe system looking for targets," Mela said, raising her hand.
"A Basilisk?!"
Dumbledore and the others were aghast.
Snape instinctively retorted: "Impossible! Hogwarts is protected by a powerful magical barrier; no external creatures can enter."
"But what if it has always been inside Hogwarts Castle?" Aaron said in a low voice.
"But, Mr. Aaron, if the Basilisk has always been inside Hogwarts, how has it survived until now without being discovered? Before this, there have been no similar cases."
Professor McGonagall calmly raised an objection.
Aaron looked at Hagrid, "Are you really sure it has never appeared?"
Everyone followed Aaron's gaze, only to see a confused and innocent Rubeus Hagrid.
The three-meter-tall giant appeared so uneasy under everyone's scrutiny.
"I… I've never raised a Basilisk. I've only raised an Acromantula, but it's most afraid of Basilisks, so I couldn't possibly be involved with a Basilisk."
The others nodded upon hearing this, all feeling very puzzled.
Only Dumbledore quickly recalled the incident from fifty years ago.
In 1942, Tom reported that Aragog, raised by Hagrid, had killed Moaning Myrtle, leading to Hagrid's expulsion from school.
At the time, everyone was indignant, and even without other evidence, under the successive reports of the angry crowd,
even Dumbledore, who knew Hagrid was innocent, could only expel Hagrid.
And in a roundabout way, appointed Hagrid as the Guardian of the Forbidden Forest, responsible for maintaining its safety.
"Mr. Aaron, are you saying the culprit who escaped from the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago was the Basilisk?"
Dumbledore's expression was somewhat somber. If that were true, wouldn't it mean Hogwarts had been under extreme danger for many years?
The Basilisk had committed crimes multiple times right under his nose, yet had always gotten away with it.
Aaron nodded, and everyone present couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread.
"So, the Basilisk has been active at Hogwarts for at least decades, yet no one has discovered it."
"Damn it, we must find it, otherwise, more people will be harmed."
McGonagall looked around, pointed her wand, and moved the stone wall above, revealing an empty pipe.
Sure enough, traces of repeated friction were found on the pipe.
"The Chamber of Secrets! It's in the Chamber of Secrets!"
Dumbledore, after being reminded, quickly reacted, "The girls' bathroom where Moaning Myrtle was a victim is where the Chamber of Secrets is located."
"Everyone else, please maintain order and return to your dormitories in an orderly fashion."
"Snape, McGonagall, you will accompany me to the Chamber of Secrets to deal with the Basilisk as quickly as possible. Oh, and whatever you do, do not look it in the eye. Looking it in the eye will result in immediate Death. Even seeing the Basilisk's eyes through other objects will result in petrification."
"I think Mrs. Norris was petrified because she saw the Basilisk above her when looking into a puddle."
"Everyone must be extra careful."
Everyone's expressions were solemn.
Facing a magical creature like the Basilisk, which only existed in legends, even excellent wizards like Snape and McGonagall couldn't help but feel it was a tricky situation.
With that, Dumbledore and the others prepared to head to the girls' bathroom.
Aaron shook his head, "No need for such trouble."
Aaron snapped his fingers, and everyone's figures twisted, appearing inside the Chamber of Secrets.
Also teleported were Harry and Ron.
And inside the Chamber of Secrets, a red-haired girl lay.
"Ginny?"
Ron was startled to see her. Not knowing what he thought of, his face turned pale, and he immediately tried to run over.
Dumbledore stopped him, his expression grave as he looked at a dark passage.
At this moment,
a young male wizard emerged from the darkness.
Dumbledore's expression was complex.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle!"
Tom was also surprised to see so many people present.
Especially upon seeing Dumbledore, he became furious.
But thinking of his confidence, Tom relaxed.
What about Dumbledore? He had a Basilisk!
"Welcome…"
Tom was about to speak when he saw an overly handsome man emerge from the crowd and walk directly to Ginny.
Aaron picked up Ginny as if no one else was there.
"I say, you fellow, you really don't put me in your eyes!"
Tom's face was dark, and he pointed his wand at Aaron.
Aaron remained unmoved, gently touching Ginny's forehead and injecting a green energy.
Tom sneered: "It's useless. The weaker she is, the stronger I become. Her life force has become my nourishment."
Aaron still didn't speak.
After injecting the green energy, Ginny, who had been weak and pale from her life force being continuously drained to sustain Tom's existence, became increasingly rosy-faced.
Her faint breathing also returned to normal.
Ginny slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw Aaron, a blush suddenly rose on her round face.
Tom was stunned.
What the hell?
Fifty years later, the magical world could still casually bestow life force upon people?
No, had development really been that fast in fifty years?
Without realizing it, he had become an old relic?!
Chapter 374: Tremble, Voldemort!
"How did you do that?"
Tom pointed his wand at Aaron, his expression full of caution.
"Forget it, this isn't important. Anyway, no matter how much life force you inject into her, in the end, it will only benefit me."
"If you can give her more life force, maybe I can even be resurrected through it?"
Tom, as a sixteen-year-old Horcruxes, could not exist as an independent entity.
Ginny's life force could only allow him to detach from the diary and act as a soul entity.
Of course, if there was a continuous supply of life force, resurrection was not impossible.
It was just that no one had ever achieved it before.
Tom could feel through the diary that Aaron had injected an extremely vast amount of life force into Ginny, an amount at least equivalent to the sum of several people's lives.
With this life force, Tom could cast more powerful spells, and even against Dumbledore, he was confident he could contend.
"Is that so? Then feel it again?"
Aaron's lips curved slightly, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, "You think anyone is qualified to enjoy what is mine?"
Tom was stunned, then suddenly felt uneasy all over.
It seemed like some strange things had appeared inside him.
Even his consciousness became muddled.
"Damn it, there's poison in the life force!"
Tom's face changed drastically, and he waved his wand, actively severing the connection between the diary and Ginny.
However, it was already too late.
He felt a sudden tremor in his "heart," and a bone-piercing pain made him scream uncontrollably.
"No! This is the Cruciatus Curse! Damn it, when did this happen?"
"Wait!"
Tom twitched all over, his face contorted with pain, but then another kind of sensation surged within him.
That was boundless terror.
His mind was violently filled with fear; pain and terror successively tormented his spirit.
Then came the erosion of darkness; his soul-body's thoughts became increasingly sluggish, increasingly decayed, and even his complexion turned black and blue.
"Ugh~"
"No! I'll kill you!"
"Hiss~"
Tom bent over in pain, spitting out Parseltongue, and then a huge snake head shot out of the water.
Its scarlet eyes immediately fixed on Aaron.
"Watch out for its eyes, don't look directly at it!"
Dumbledore quickly shouted a warning.
With his eyes closed, he began to summon the phoenix located in the Headmaster's Office.
Hogwarts has a huge magic array that prohibits anyone from using Apparition.
But magical creatures that are naturally capable of Apparition can bypass the barrier.
For example, house-elves and phoenixes.
Summoned by Dumbledore, the phoenix transformed into flames and teleported into the Chamber of Secrets.
It flew directly towards the Basilisk.
Phoenixes are immune to the Basilisk's petrification and killing abilities.
Although it was not as big as the Basilisk's head, it was the Basilisk's nemesis.
A phoenix is also a "chicken," and roosters are the Basilisk's nemesis.
Even Dumbledore was constrained when facing the Basilisk.
However… as Fawkes, the phoenix, attacked,
Aaron's eyes had already met the Basilisk's.
Tom smiled.
The Basilisk's innate ability, let alone flesh and blood, even Nearly Headless Nick, a ghost, turned to "stone" when looking into the Basilisk's eyes.
As the Basilisk's master, Tom also dared not look directly at it.
No matter how special Aaron was, he would absolutely not survive under the Basilisk's terrifying eyes.
But… just as Tom's lips curved into a smile, he saw the Basilisk's entire body become stiff and sluggish, and it began to petrify continuously from its tail.
It was true petrification!
Its flesh and blood turned a grayish-white, each scale as delicate as a carving.
In just a few seconds, the Basilisk transformed into a stone snake!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Tom didn't know if it was due to fear or pain, tears streamed from his eyes, but he still trembled as he shouted.
"What exactly are you? How can you even petrify the Basilisk?!"
"What?!"
Hearing this, Dumbledore and the others quickly opened their eyes, just in time to see Aaron's gaze shift away from the Basilisk.
And the Basilisk, tens of meters long, had already turned into a lifelike statue.
There was no longer any magical fluctuation.
"What happened?"
"Aaron petrified the Basilisk with magic?"
McGonagall looked greatly alarmed.
Snape's pupils constricted, "How did he do that? With the Basilisk's inherent magical resistance, it should, in theory, be unaffected by most magic."
"Its magical resistance is even comparable to that of a common dragon!"
Although the Basilisk was a special magical creature inadvertently created during a wizard's experiment.
But because of its unique characteristics, its strength was greater than that of most wizards.
Even Snape had little confidence in defeating it when facing the Basilisk.
After all, this creature was cultivated a thousand years ago by Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin House, specifically to eliminate non-pureblood wizards.
A Basilisk capable of assisting a legendary wizard like Slytherin could not be ordinary by any stretch of the imagination.
"The Basilisk died from petrification… this is simply too…"
McGonagall wanted to say something, but then she remembered Aaron's action of using Apparition earlier, ignoring the Hogwarts barrier, and it seemed that such a thing was, barely, acceptable.
But Snape found it hard to accept.
The strength Aaron was displaying now even surpassed Dumbledore's.
Could it be… Aaron was a legendary wizard who surpassed Dumbledore?
No, Dumbledore was clearly the most powerful.
The prestige of successively suppressing two Dark Lords was not to be trifled with.
His wisdom and strength were also the only things Snapetruly respected.
Even Voldemort was far inferior.
After all,
Dumbledore could defeat the Dark Lord without using Dark Arts; if he truly used Dark Arts, how much more terrifying would he be?
Tom was wailing in pain. Seeing Aaron holding Ginny in one hand and not pulling out his wand, he immediately had other thoughts.
"This guy… although I don't know his origins, I must kill him today!"
"Hogwarts already has Dumbledore; there absolutely cannot be a second wizard this terrifying."
"Otherwise, my desire to unite the wizarding world will never be realized!"
Tom knew that his biggest advantage was his youth.
After splitting his horcruxes, he even possessed a means of resurrection.
Dumbledore was strong, but he was already old.
Even if he couldn't kill him head-on, Dumbledore would eventually die of old age.
But Aaron was very young, at most in his early twenties.
Such powerful talent and terrifying magical strength were even more formidable than a young Dumbledore!
If he were allowed to continue growing, Tom only saw a future of darkness.
So… "Avada Kedavra!"
Tom's face was hideous and terrifying; a dazzling green, lightning-shaped light instantly shot from his wand. This Curse of Slaying contained Tom's boundless malice and killing intent towards Aaron.
He was certain that this attack was absolutely the most powerful he had ever unleashed since his birth.
He had never hated someone as much as he did today.
He wished he could tear him to pieces!
Fawkes shrieked and flickered between the two, attempting to swallow the Curse of Slaying.
The Curse of Slaying directly attacks the soul; if it carries intense killing intent, the cursed person will have no chance of survival.
However, a phoenix possesses the ability of rebirth from ashes; even if it takes a Curse of Slaying, it will merely be reborn and re-hatched from the ashes.
However, Fawkes's movement was ultimately a little slow.
The Curse of Slaying itself is a beam of light, and its speed, at such a distance, far exceeded the phoenix's reaction speed.
The green light accurately struck Aaron's… right palm.
Aaron didn't even blink, "Is that all?"
Tom was so frightened that he instinctively recoiled two steps!
He subconsciously glanced at Harry, who had been hiding behind Dumbledore, especially the lightning bolt on his forehead.
"No, how are you unharmed?"
"Could it be… you have no soul?"
Tom cast two more Curse of Slayings in quick succession.
But Aaron didn't even flinch, "Honestly, I've been looking forward to your attack, but now it seems… your threat level is about the same as a mosquito."
Me, equal to a mosquito?
Tom's face turned pale, and the fear in his heart grew even more rampant as the three Curse of Slayings failed.
His gaze towards Aaron was filled with dread.
Dumbledore saw it very clearly.
This arrogant, second Dark Lord, who ruled the Death Eaters with force and fear, for the first time showed fear towards another wizard!
Chapter 375: Octopus Ginny, Dumbledore's Horror
For a moment,
The air was somewhat silent.
Whether it was Dumbledore or Snape and the others, their minds were all in turmoil.
Harry and Ron huddled together, their faces a mixture of terror and surprise.
"I didn't see wrong, did I? You-Know-Who's attack had no effect on Aaron? That—that was the Curse of Slaying!"
Harry felt a little pain in his forehead and reached out to touch it—his heart, however, was very complex.
The infamous Voldemort was actually helpless against Aaron.
Did this mean,
Aaron was even more powerful than Voldemort, and even Dumbledore?
No one knew how Aaron had managed to ignore the Curse of Slaying.
Especially the experienced wizards who knew the terror of the Curse of Slaying.
They knew very well that the Curse of Slaying acted directly on the soul, and there was currently no counter-curse.
Could it be that Aaron had invented a counter-curse for the Curse of Slaying?
They could only think this way, and only dared to think this way.
Aaron could not possibly have no soul.
Nor could he resist the most deadly dark curse with his physical body.
One must know that the Curse of Slaying cast by Voldemort, even the most terrifying Hungarian Horntail, the most terrifying fire dragon, would not dare to claim to be unharmed.
Aaron was a human, and it was well known that while wizards could cast magic, they did not possess the innate magical resistance of magical creatures.
Magical resistance that could withstand the Curse of Slaying did not exist in this world!
At least, based on current research, it didn't.
Tom also guessed this point.
"You actually found a spell to counter the Curse of Slaying? It seems I really can't let you live!"
Tom cast the Fiendfyre Curse again.
The surging Fiendfyre, under his will, transformed into a hideous, terrifying, roaring fire dragon.
The Fiendfyre Curse was one of the most terrifying Dark Arts.
Although its evilness was not as great as the Curse of Slaying, it was one of the few spells that could destroy a Horcruxes.
Once cast, it would relentlessly pursue any flammable object, regardless of friend or foe.
Of course, due to its terrifying destructive power and unstable nature, it required a high level of ability from the user; a wizard with insufficient ability could easily be consumed by their own Fiendfyre.
The violent Fiendfyre dragon breathed flames, lifelike.
Its body, tens of meters long, swept across the water, directly evaporating a pool of water, then roared as it lunged at Aaron.
Aaron's expression remained unchanged, letting the Fiendfyre dragon pounce.
Just as it was about to strike his body, it scattered as if a mouse had encountered a cat.
The flames bypassed Aaron, then were dispelled by an invisible force, and returned in their original dragon form, pouncing on Tom with the same terrifying intensity.
Tom hadn't expected this outcome, and many spells flashed through his mind, only to be dismissed one by one.
There was a counter-curse for the Fiendfyre Curse, but never one that reflected it back.
Unheard of!
Tom waved his wand, quickly casting a counter-spell to dispel the Fiendfyre dragon.
But he was not as leisurely as Aaron; he was in a sorry state, retreating several steps.
After all, it was like fighting another version of himself; facing an enemy of the same level, one wrong step could be fatal.
Seeing that neither the Fiendfyre Curse nor the Curse of Slaying worked, Tom, as the Dark Lord, was momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Finally,
He could only use white magic such as the Full Body-Bind Curse, Transfiguration, and the Blasting Curse.
But the problem now was,
Voldemort was the Dark Lord; he had secretly studied Dark Arts since his time at Hogwarts.
He also knew white magic, even better than many senior Aurors, but compared to Dark Arts, he was severely specialized.
At least before this,
Voldemort had never imagined that one day he would need to fight enemies with white magic, which he despised.
This was not very Dark Lord-like!
For some reason, seeing Voldemort's frustrated appearance, Dumbledore even felt like laughing.
Perhaps, if Tom hadn't studied Dark Arts back then, he would be White Magic Tom now.
Aaron was very disappointed.
"Is this all the most terrifying Black Wizard is capable of?"
"This is enough!"
Aaron gave up the idea of toying with him, snapped his fingers, and a brilliant, sacred white light illuminated the entire Chamber of Secrets.
That was the Patronus Charm, a magical deity born from Aaron's condensed Power of Hope, power of love, power of joy, and all other positive emotions!
Its light was so intense that just looking at it made Tomfeel like he was melting.
"So painful ~ such powerful light!"
The Patronus Charm was originally the bane of Dark Arts, and the deity Aaron conjured was even more insurmountable.
However, unlike others,
The magical deity Aaron summoned was not a person or creature, but an albino white hole.
That profound vortex emitted white light while also absorbing the dark magic of heaven and earth.
Tom only felt a powerful suction coming from the white hole; he quickly cast Transfiguration to block it, but his spells were also absorbed and devoured by the white hole.
In an instant,
The Dark Lord, feared by the entire British magical world, was thus crushed.
Even the diary containing a fragment of his soul was destroyed by the white hole.
Everything returned to silence.
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Snape took a deep breath, slowly calming his agitated heart.
For a moment, he felt the heavens falling, and he couldn't breathe.
As a Death Eater who had turned to the light, Snape, although he became a Hogwarts professor, had not abandoned Dark Arts.
In terms of strength, he could be said to be the second-in-command of Voldemort's faction.
He was even stronger than the likes of Bellatrix.
But facing Aaron's silently cast Patronus Charm,
He had a premonition that if Aaron intended to kill him, even with Dumbledore's protection, there would be no chance of survival.
That white hole was the end of all darkness!
So much so that Snape, for a moment, wanted Lockhartto cast the Obliviate Charm on him, to forget all Dark Arts.
Perhaps that way, he wouldn't be completely countered by the white hole.
But Snape didn't know,
What Dumbledore was thinking at this moment was completely different from his.
As the most powerful white wizard, Dumbledoreunderstood very well.
Although the Patronus Charm was a light magic specifically aimed at Dark Arts,
That didn't mean the Patronus Charm couldn't be used for killing.
Especially the Patronus Charm cast by Aaron.
Its power was so immense,
Even Dumbledore felt extraordinarily small.
White wizards, Black Wizards, in front of Aaron's Patronus Charm, were no different.
If he wanted them to, they would all die!
Aaron put down the octopus Ginny.
"I'll leave this to you."
Leaving a sentence,
As Ginny reluctantly watched, Aaron waved his hand and left with Hermione and the others.
Dumbledore looked at Ginny, then at Ron.
Although Aaron didn't say anything, he knew very well that this matter was definitely related to Ron.
Dumbledore really wanted to give Gryffindor some points for Harry's sake.
But now, he really couldn't bend the rules.
After all, this entire Voldemort Horcruxes incident was resolved solely by Aaron.
However, this also made Dumbledore understand,
From the very beginning,
Aaron's presence at Hogwarts was not under his guardianship or supervision.
No one could supervise Aaron.
Except for himself.
Dumbledore, who had been pondering how to deal with Voldemort, suddenly realized.
Compared to Voldemort, Aaron was the real top priority that needed attention.
But
"Can I really influence him?"
"Or, should I send Aaron to the Ministry of Magic? Hogwarts can't accommodate such a powerful being..."
Chapter 376: No matter, I will act
"That guy just now was Voldemort? Heavens, you killed the most terrifying Black Wizard in history!"
Fleur vaguely recalled everything she had just experienced, looking at Aaron's profile, full of admiration.
Aaron hadn't spoken yet, but Kara waved her hand dismissively, "Isn't he just a Black Wizard? Dad has killed countless terrifying beings; compared to them, Voldemortis just a small fry."
Hermione swallowed with difficulty, her face numb, "That was the Dark Lord who dominated the entire magical world!"
"So what if he was the Dark Lord? You haven't seen Dad crush the interdimensional demon lord Trigon back then; on that day, the stars dimmed, and all heavens changed color."
"That was a terrifying demon lord who destroyed countless worlds, but in front of Dad, he couldn't even withstand three moves; his death was truly tragic!"
Kara vividly described the scene as if she had witnessed it herself.
Aaron slapped Kara's head, "Nine-eight-seven, stop messing around."
Fleur secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she almost really believed what Kara said.
Gabrielle's eyes dimmed slightly, and she mumbled, "Aren't these true?"
Aaron shook his head, "Not quite. Trigon didn't get a chance to destroy all heavens back then; he merely dragged the entire Earth into a bloody hell."
"Nor did I kill Trigon; I merely sealed him and then gave him to Raven to help her digest that power."
Gabrielle's eyes lit up again; a little girl's imagination was always so rich.
However, in a few seconds, based on a few sentences, she had imagined a series of great battles.
Fleur was also quite surprised and uncertain for a moment.
If anyone else had said that, she would definitely not believe it.
After all, the Earth was so big, and the greatest white wizard in history was only at Hogwarts, namely Dumbledore.
But if it was Aaron who said it,
Fleur immediately believed half of it.
"Is that Trigon... the Dark Lord of the Eastern magical world?"
Considering the massive population of 1.1 billion in the ancient Eastern country.
Even if one in a thousand children had magical talent, with such a large base, there would still be a million wizards!
However, the British magical world, with its tens of thousands of wizards, could produce a Voldemort.
So, it wouldn't be an exaggeration for the ancient Eastern country to have a hundred, would it?
By this calculation, Voldemort seemed, perhaps... really not much?
This so-called Trigon was probably the strongest among a hundred Dark Lords, perhaps a Dark Emperor?
Fleur had never understood that ancient country and could only estimate that unfamiliar place based on the European magical world.
In her mind, no matter how strong a Dark Lord was, they were only so strong, right?
Kara and Mela exchanged glances and both burst out laughing.
Trigon is not some Eastern Dark Lord; he is a demon king from an alternate dimension.
"Hmm, you could say that."
Kara, having self-taught all the magic from Hogwarts' first to seventh years, effortlessly created a simple illusion with her wand.
It depicted Trigon and the cosmic boundary.
Countless universes converged into a mass, like innumerable drops of water forming an ocean.
And Trigon was the sea of sand bordering that ocean.
While not as vast as the ocean, compared to a single world, Trigon's domain was undoubtedly immense.
Aaron did not stop Kara and Mela.
The magic of the Harry Potter World had been mostly collected.
Even if they stayed longer, there wouldn't be much more to gain.
If Kara and Mela didn't want to stay, they could leave at any time.
Fleur and Hermione were stunned.
As native wizards of the Harry Potter World,
the inherent superiority they felt led them to believe they were a cut above Muggles.
But now, when Kara showed them the true world,
they suddenly realized... the world was so vast!
Their proud spells and the wizarding world were, in fact, just a small pond.
While they were still studying at magic school, Kara and Aaron were already embarking on world travels.
"Merlin's beard! You are actually visitors from another dimension!"
"My Hogwarts journey with an interdimensional classmate?"
Hermione was pondering this when she suddenly looked at Aaron and asked in a panic, "So, are you telling us this now because you're planning to leave?"
Kara and Mela both looked at Aaron.
"Not for now, right?"
Little Mela hadn't had enough fun yet and, with a flash of inspiration, said, "Oh, right, why don't we go deal with the Dark Lord? His horcruxes are quite interesting."
"Harry probably doesn't even know that he is also one of Voldemort's horcruxes."
"Harry? Horcruxes? Voldemort?!"
Fleur and Hermione were both somewhat bewildered.
Although Hermione was a top student and Fleur was a fifth-year, they hadn't encountered much Dark Magic.
Students from Durmstrang Institute, the stronghold of Dark Magic, might have known about this.
Aaron briefly told them about Voldemort's horcruxes and Harry.
Hermione found it hard to accept. "So, if Voldemort dies one day, there's a good chance he could revive through Harry again?"
"Theoretically, yes."
Aaron nodded. "As long as Voldemort's other horcruxes are all destroyed, then he can only choose to possess Harry to revive."
"But... Harry is a person!" Fleur questioned.
Aaron raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, "If you knew about something called the Maledictus curse, you wouldn't think that."
"There's a python at Hogwarts, her name is Nagini. She used to be a woman, but now she has lost her human consciousness and has completely become a snake."
Fleur immediately felt a chill.
Harry Potter's magic was indeed very interesting.
The Maledictus curse could be inherited, causing female carriers to transform between human and snake until they completely lost human consciousness.
Besides this, there was also Animagus, which allowed people to transform into animals. Even if it was limited to non-magical creatures, it still showed the unique aspects of Harry Potter magic.
In fact, if Animagus was performed incorrectly, it could also become another type of Maledictus curse.
From this perspective,
whether a Horcruxes was animate or inanimate made no significant difference to Voldemort.
Although Hermione had, due to Aaron and Kara, already drifted from the old golden trio, and was even more out of sync with the new golden trio (Harry, Ron, Neville).
But the experience of fighting side-by-side in their first year still made it difficult for her to completely cut ties.
At least, she didn't want to see her former good friend, Harry, one day possessed by Voldemort.
"Then how do we deal with the Horcruxes fragment inside Harry?"
"Is killing him the only way?"
Aaron shook his head. "Dumbledore will find a suitable method for this matter."
"But... what if something else goes wrong?"
Hermione was very worried.
Aaron still waved his hand indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter, I will intervene."
Before leaving the Harry Potter World,
it wasn't a big deal to help Hermione with her troubles.
Chapter 377: Showdown, Black Ops begins.
Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.
"Dumbledore, you've seen it, Voldemort used forbidden magic and secretly created terrifying horcruxes behind everyone's backs!"
"He was never truly dead; he has been watching us in the shadows, waiting for the day he will return!"
Snape stared intently at Dumbledore.
Tom's diary was the first Horcruxes, but certainly not the last.
He had thought Voldemort died with Quirrell in their first year, but he never expected Voldemort to be even more terrifying than anyone imagined.
Dumbledore was deep in thought.
Harry and McGonagall were also present.
Compared to the bewildered Harry, McGonagall was much more composed and said, "The immediate priority is to first figure out how many horcruxes Voldemort has made, then find them one by one, and destroy them all!"
Snape took a deep breath. "Good idea, but... who knows how many that fellow made? And who knows where they are hidden?"
"After all, even I, his most trusted... don't know any whereabouts regarding the horcruxes."
Snape was Voldemort's top general, but from the current situation, he wasn't fully trusted due to Lily.
The Death Eaters truly trusted by Voldemort were currently in Azkaban, enjoying the Dementor's Kiss.
Such as Bellatrix, Sirius.
"I'm working on it, there will be a way."
Dumbledore rubbed his head, hearing voices from other former Hogwarts Headmasters in his ear.
"Hey, I knew that fellow wouldn't die that easily. I think you should ask that little fellow."
"Oh, Black, your whole family consists of loyal Death Eaters to Voldemort, don't you know any clues?"
"Damn it, I've been dead for half a century, how would I know what those scoundrels did?"
"I know, maybe we can check the Black family vault."
"Hey, that's Black family money, you have no right to touch it!"
Dumbledore raised his hand, and all voices vanished instantly.
"Alright, I know, we should talk about serious matters."
"Minerva, you are right, we should play it by ear, first deal with all of Tom's horcruxes until we send him truly to Death."
"Severus, I understand your concerns, but I promise, I will do my best to stop him, just as we have before."
"After all, he has died three times already, hasn't he?"
"With Harry around, even if Voldemort is killed once a year, that makes seven over seven years. I think even the most excellent wizard wouldn't exceed that number."
Dumbledore's reassurance did not put Snape at ease.
He glared at Harry with hatred, especially at his eyes.
"No one can guess how many horcruxes he truly has; at least so far, he has made far more than one Horcruxes, he has become immortal."
"At least... he is closer to immortality than anyone else."
"We can stop him once or twice, but we cannot stop him forever."
"In fact, if it weren't for Aaron this time... Hogwarts would face even more threats; at the very least, just the Basiliskalone would cause us huge trouble."
Snape paused. Compared to Aaron, he still hated Harrymore, or rather, Harry's scoundrel father.
"Voldemort deceived everyone fifty years ago, and now he's causing panic again, yet we don't even know where the Chamber of Secrets is."
"Oh, right, Ron brought the diary this time, even opened the door, and almost caused Ginny's Death... Gryffindorshould lose points, fifty, oh no, a hundred points!"
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it should indeed be a hundred points deduction, but Miss Kara and Miss Mela, they should each add a hundred points to Gryffindor."
Snape opened his mouth, then, recalling Aaron's terrifying wandless spellcasting technique and mysterious means of exempting all Dark Magic, he reluctantly nodded in agreement.
Harry looked left and right, raising his hand and saying, "Um... why don't we ask the mysterious Mr. Aaron?"
"Hmm?"
Dumbledore and the other two were momentarily stunned.
Snape subconsciously wanted to object, but on second thought, it actually made sense!
If anyone was most likely to know about Voldemort's situation, it was definitely Aaron.
While they had been deceived by Voldemort for fifty years, it was Aaron, who had only recently arrived at Hogwarts, who saw through Voldemort's tricks immediately!
But Snape always disliked Aaron.
For no other reason than his handsomeness.
The greasy-haired Snape and Aaron were the most striking contrast at Hogwarts.
Even the Daily Prophet deliberately used his portrait and attire to highlight the other.
As a result, he had received quite a few Howlers these past few days.
Saying he had scared their children.
Damn it!
I, Severus Snape, scare dozens, even hundreds of young wizards every year; those one or two children are truly making a fuss over nothing, so ignorant!
Snape was indifferent, Snape was envious, jealous, and hateful deep down.
McGonagall, however, had no such thoughts and nodded. "Harry is right, we should find Mr. Aaron..."
"No need to look, I'm here."
Aaron instantly appeared in the Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore smiled wryly. "Mr. Aaron, next time you come, could you please knock first? I think using the main entrance would be more appropriate."
"I hate strange passwords," Aaron said casually.
Dumbledore gave a wry smile. "This year's password is Iced Lemonade, though this password makes no difference to you. I imagine, with your magical prowess, you could easily trick my magic and enter and exit at will."
Aaron said nothing, which was tantamount to agreement.
"Alright, no more idle talk, let's get down to business. The plan this time is... Operation Black Ops!"
"These things, you go find them one by one and deal with them."
Aaron waved his hand, and a quill on Dumbledore's headmaster's desk began writing in the air.
"Marvolo Gaunt's Ring."
Salazar Slytherin's locket."
"Helga Hufflepuff's cup."
"Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem."
"Nagini?"
"And... Harry Potter?"
Everyone looked at Harry Potter simultaneously, making him feel uneasy.
"Harry Potter... is also a Horcruxes?!"
Snape's gloomy eyes remained fixed, his expression shifting between light and shadow.
He should have been smiling; the descendant of the person he hated would die alongside Voldemort.
But he couldn't smile, because Harry's eyes were the same green as Lily's.
That was his only way to remember Lily.
And Harry was also the descendant of the person he liked the most.
James Potter's genes were James Potter's; Lily Evans's genes, in his eyes, remained untainted and pure.
Looking at Aaron, who was engrossed in teasing the phoenix,
Snape's voice was devoid of emotion, "No, it shouldn't be like this, Harry... He shouldn't have this ending."
"There must be a way; he shouldn't die so soon..."
"Damn Voldemort!"
Chapter 378: Dumbledore's Plan, Snape's Plea
Snape in this state made Harry feel a sense of confusion.
From his first year, he had been inexplicably targeted by Snape.
During the Quidditch match, when he was affected by a jinx, he immediately suspected Snape.
In Harry's eyes, Snape had never been a positive figure.
He was dirty and ugly, gloomy and reclusive, always finding ways to deduct house points from other houses, especially Gryffindor, then making excuses to add points to Slytherin, thereby winning the House Cup for many consecutive years.
Harry didn't know why Snape treated him this way, and he was very hostile towards Snape because of it.
But he never expected that when horcruxes and his own safety were discussed,
Snape appeared more panicked than anyone else.
And even more, concerned about him.
This was not normal!
For a moment, because of Snape's overly exaggerated reaction, even the panic and fear in his heart were diluted quite a bit.
"Esteemed Mr. Aaron, I would like to know if there are any other ways to help Harry."
"If possible, I would rather die myself..."
Facing reality,
the usually defiant Snape, for the first time, became respectful, even pleading, in front of Aaron.
This greatly surprised Dumbledore and the others.
They were surprised by Snape's change, and also by his determination.
Harry was even more astonished, even stepping back two paces.
Fake, it's all fake!
This isn't Snape; he must be possessed by some soul, it's simply too terrifying!
Snape actually said such "absurd" words, choosing to sacrifice himself for him.
How ridiculous!
Aaron paused his action of teasing the phoenix. Although he knew what kind of person Snape was, he still felt a slight surprise.
As expected of Harry Potter's number one simp, he truly simped until the end, and gained nothing!
If only he had known, why bother in the first place!
If he loved Lily, then he shouldn't have spoken ill of him.
Narcissistic, sloppy, reclusive, introverted.
He clearly had people who cared about him, but he insisted on using fierceness to hide himself, thereby hurting those who cared about him.
Then he could only watch the person he hated most marry the person he liked most, and after Harry was born, Harry happened to have the same eyes as Lily.
For these eyes, for atonement, he ultimately sacrificed himself to help Harry.
Don't even mention it,
this appearance really resembled the fierce 'little puppy' that women talk about.
Of course,
Snape was also a charming character.
For redemption, he chose to betray the more powerful Voldemort, enduring the risk of torture, and acted as an undercover agent for over a decade.
He even allowed himself to be bitten to death by Naginito protect Harry from being discovered.
Aaron did not comment too much on Snape's series of actions.
In any case, he would never become such a person.
Nor did he need to simp for anyone.
From beginning to end, others simped for him.
Therefore, he could not experience Snape's sorrow; he would never understand it.
"You shouldn't be asking me this question, Dumbledore. As the greatest wizard of this century, you should have some ideas by now, right~?"
Snape immediately looked at Dumbledore upon hearing this.
The latter smiled wryly, "I wouldn't dare claim that. If I had known of your existence earlier, this honor would naturally belong to you."
"Regarding Harry..."
"According to what you said, Harry is a Horcruxes of Voldemort. It should be that in Lily's last moments, she cast the magic of love, and her sacrifice rebounded Voldemort's attack, causing a fragment of Voldemort's soul to enter Harry's body."
"Neither Harry nor Voldemort probably knows about this."
"So... I have an immature idea—"
"If... I mean if Voldemort were to attack Harry again, and Harry willingly went to his death, allowing Voldemort to kill him, then the soul fragment could be destroyed..."
Snape's expression changed, "What? Lily painstakingly protected Harry with her own life, why should Harrywillingly go to his death in the end?"
"Severus, I know you're anxious, but don't be."
Dumbledore comforted him, and seeing Aaron didn't object, he immediately gained confidence.
"It's precisely because Voldemort cannot harm Harry that Harry needs to have a final battle with Voldemort!"
"However, all of this requires two prerequisites!"
"Firstly, Harry needs to become the master of the Elder Wand. Only when Voldemort mistakenly believes he has become the master of the Elder Wand and uses it to attack Harry can the soul fragment belonging to Voldemort within Harry's body be killed."
"This is a characteristic of the Elder Wand. Besides its absolute loyalty to the one who defeated its previous master, another characteristic of the Elder Wand is that it will never harm its current master."
"Secondly, the final battle plan must only be executed after the other six horcruxes have been destroyed!"
Dumbledore truly deserved to be one of the smartest wizards.
Aaron only gave a slight hint, and he immediately thought of the plan executed in the original work.
Although the details were not perfected, it was undoubtedly the most likely to succeed.
Of course, it might also require the help of a small tool—the Resurrection Stone.
Lily's protective magic prevented Voldemort from harming Harry.
So, the Resurrection Stone must be used to entice Harryto willingly go to his death, allowing Voldemort to truly harm Harry, thereby triggering the Elder Wand's mechanism.
In the current world, Dumbledore is probably the only one who knows the characteristics of the Elder Wand.
This is also why he is confident in the possibility of this plan's successful implementation.
Of course, if this plan goes even slightly wrong, it will be a complete failure!
Snape's eyes flickered; he keenly perceived the potential problems that could arise when implementing this plan.
For example, how could Voldemort be made to believe he was the master of the Elder Wand, given that Harry was actually its master?
And how could Voldemort be trusted and made to follow the planned execution?
Moreover... "Voldemort could completely send others to kill Harry!"
Aaron shook his head, "Voldemort is arrogant, just like every Slytherin."
"He must kill Harry with his own hands to prove to others that he is the most powerful wizard, fearing no one."
"This pride will inevitably lead him to choose to kill Harryhimself."
Honestly, Aaron was quite disdainful of this behavior.
He was the Dark Lord; he could have simply sent two subordinates to kill Harry, but he insisted on doing it himself?
Now look, he repeatedly made a fool of himself and ultimately lost his own life.
If Voldemort had been even slightly more flexible, the Harry Potter World would have ended directly.
Even if Dumbledore was powerful.
But Voldemort had seven lives, and Dumbledore was old and only had one life.
7 vs 1, the advantage was with Voldemort!
If seven lives couldn't take down Dumbledore, then it could only be said that he deserved his misfortune (or good fortune, depending on perspective)!
Snape fell silent upon hearing this.
He felt as if Aaron was mocking everyone, but when he thought about it carefully, he hadn't said anything wrong.
As someone from Slytherin, he was most aware of the arrogance of those little snakes.
Unanimous arrogance, without exception.
Even he himself, because of arrogance, lost Lily forever.
Damn arrogance!
"Alright, I've told you about the horcruxes. Deal with them as you see fit."
Aaron waved his hand, preparing to leave.
His revealing all the hidden Horcruxes clues of Voldemortwas equivalent to saving Dumbledore and the others at least two years.
If they started preparations two years early and still lost, then they could only be called foolish enough.
As for personally taking action?
Forget it.
He wasn't Harry's father, after all.
Dumbledore hesitated, wanting to speak.
He had a premonition that Aaron might have an even simpler solution.
But if Aaron didn't speak first, he was powerless.
After all, the pressure Aaron exerted on him far surpassed any other being!