Chapter 390: Ultimate Harvest, Child Magic
The Magical Institute is located on Iwo Jima.
This is the only magical school that allows students to commute.
Wizards would ride giant storm petrels daily between home and school.
And because of certain stereotypes,
the wizard robes at the Magical Institute are also different from other schools.
Here,
wizards' robes would automatically change size as they aged, and gradually change color as they accumulated knowledge and learning.
If anyone could achieve the best grades in all subjects, their wizard robe would even turn golden.
Aaron did not delve into the reasons behind this.
Anyway, he came here
simply to harvest magical knowledge.
When Aaron arrived at the Magical Institute,
the headmaster of the Magical Institute respectfully waited at the entrance.
"Lord Aaron, welcome to the Magical Institute!"
"Please tell me any requests you have, and I will do my utmost to fulfill them!"
Clearly, this headmaster had already read Dumbledore's letter of introduction.
Dumbledore also knew this headmaster's personality, so he extensively highlighted Aaron's strength and capabilities.
He described Aaron as the contemporary God of Magic, the greatest and most mysterious powerful wizard in history.
Proficient in all White Magic and Dark Magic.
Dumbledore himself couldn't even defeat the two twelve-year-old girls Aaron adopted.
Although the magic schools are different from ordinary Muggles, they inherently possess a mentality of revering the strong.
Looking at their history, it can be summarized in one sentence: the strong will plunder, and the weak will humble themselves.
Facing the strong, they will try their best to please and serve you, even if it means offering their women and daughters, they will not hesitate.
Aaron was such a powerful wizard.
A terrifying existence that Dumbledore himself admitted inferiority to.
The headmaster of the magic school did not believe Dumbledore would trample on himself to highlight another person.
Therefore, he believed that Aaron was the God of Magic.
Unconsciously, he lowered his attitude significantly.
Even with other young wizards and professors watching, he felt no shame, but rather pride.
After all, he was the first and only wizard in the history of the magic school to have served the God of Magic!
Looking at his dog-like posture, Aaron nodded calmly, "Dumbledore should have said what needed to be said. Where is the library? I'll go take a look."
"Yes!"
The headmaster of the magic school instinctively bowed deeply, "Your Excellency, please follow me!"
Along the way, he cautiously probed, "I wonder what mysterious magic Your Excellency is looking for, having visited so many magic school libraries?"
"Please do not misunderstand, the entire magic school will mobilize all its power to find it for Your Excellency!"
His eyes gleamed.
If there truly was such powerful magic that even the God of Magic coveted, he would have to see it no matter what.
If one hears the Dao in the morning, one can die content in the evening.
What if he was the next God of Magic?
Aaron casually glanced at him, fully discerning all his inner thoughts.
"I apologize, Your Excellency, I overstepped!"
The headmaster of the magic school's heart tightened, feeling that these eyes were terrifying.
So much so that just looking at them gave him a sense of suffocation.
"It's nothing, I just want to create the most powerful magic."
Aaron spoke the truth, but the headmaster of the magic school was very skeptical.
But he didn't show it.
He then led Aaron to the library.
He even specially called over three graceful Japanese women.
He had them dress up specifically.
Beneath the sacred wizard robes were black stockings, a starkly different style.
And each had their own unique characteristics.
One wore glasses, was tall and voluptuous, like a private tutor.
One was delicate and charming, as pure and sweet as a white moonlight.
One was petite but had a youthful face and ample bosom.
Almost catering to every normal preference group.
However, their looks were still a bit lacking.
Otherwise, Aaron wouldn't mind injecting patriotic genes into them.
In fact, they themselves came with a mission.
In the words of the headmaster of the magic school: they must leave Aaron's seed, optimize the racial genes, and make the Japanese magical world great again.
As long as a new God of Magic could be born, then they would be the mothers of the God of Magic, the greatest mothers.
But unfortunately, Aaron spent the entire time with various magic books, not even glancing at them.
Didn't he hear that Aaron also had women at Hogwarts?
Why was he completely uninterested here?
This left their various special skills unutilized.
Even after Aaron stayed for a day and left, there was no hint of anything.
So much so that the headmaster of the magic school suspected that the three witches were not proactive or alluring enough.
What? You say the God of Magic has unique fetishes?
Bold! Still dare to talk back, you deserve a beating!
Anyway, they dared not criticize the strong; everything the strong did was correct, they had their own reasons, and needed no explanation to anyone.
Of course, the headmaster of the magic school was also secretly observing Aaron's whereabouts and situation.
If he could see through one or two things, he might also gain great rewards from it.
Aaron went directly to the Koldovstoretz School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Russia.
This place was not like other schools, which cared about the distinction between Muggle-born and pure-blood wizards.
The Durmstrang Institute, located in Northern Europe, did not admit Muggle-born wizards, so this group naturally traveled thousands of miles to Koldovstoretz.
Therefore, the overall strength of this school was not weak.
And the style was quite unique.
In other schools, Quidditch was played on flying brooms, but here, wizards rode entire trees.
Even Aaron was amazed, truly living up to the name of the fighting nation.
After all the libraries of Koldovstoretz were refined, finally, the primal furnace, after fusing countless magic, spat out several streams of light.
Child Magic...
Chapter 391: Child's Blessing, Final Battle
[Child Magic: You have mastered the most incredible Child Magic. As long as you have a childlike heart, hope, and courage, all magic can unleash incredible power.]
[Child's Blessing: As long as you have a childlike heart, hope, and courage, you can increase good luck, turn danger into safety, avert disaster, and change the course of events.]
[Note: If it is a child, they will receive a mysterious blessing from the unseen.]
Aaron saw this, and it was both unexpected and reasonable.
The Harry Potter Worldview is children's literature, everyone speaks in a childish manner.
Therefore, the essence of this world revolves around children.
The abilities finally obtained through refining were also strongly related to children!
After all, recalling the entire series, the main plot was actually about three 11-year-old children who, after entering the mysterious and wonderful magical world, successively defeated the Dark Lord and his minions, becoming saviors.
By the end of the series, Harry and his friends were only 17, still minors.
But in six years, they accomplished a feat that thousands of wizards could not—defeating Voldemort!
Voldemort, the strongest Black Wizard in history, who terrified the entire magical world, was taken down by the Golden Trio.
This shows the importance of children in this worldview.
"As long as I have a childlike heart, hope, and courage, I can unleash most of the effects of these two abilities…", "So the question is, do I still have a childlike heart now?"
Aaron thought about it.
Although I kill, burn, and have sex, I am still a person with a childlike heart?
Well, Aaron wasn't that shameless.
"But I can hint to myself, hypnotize myself, what is not forbidden by law is permissible. After all, I possess hope and courage, and I am also a savior, only lacking a childlike heart."
Aaron tried it and found that it had an amplifying effect on his other abilities.
His luck also increased subtly.
Aaron was quite satisfied.
Coupled with the if-conditional spell and Protective Charm of Love, this Harry Potter trip was a complete success.
Moreover, Aaron could bestow Child Magic and Child's Blessing upon Kara and Mela.
Combined with the Protective Charm of Love, as children, they would possess an immortal golden body.
Just like some children's anti-war movies before the transmigration, as long as they are children, they will not be harmed.
Instead, they will provide extraordinary help in critical moments.
The most famous example is Tiga, who "stole" the inner light of all children, including Aaron.
If not for countless children voluntarily offering their light, allowing Tiga to transform into Glitter Tiga, it would have been impossible to defeat the Dark Lord Gatanothor.
Aaron was also thinking if he could collect some child-related abilities and fuse them into an ability similar to Glitter Tiga.
Of course, Marvel and DC are not child-oriented.
But the primal furnace can slightly change abilities.
How could a cheat be so inconvenient?
Having obtained the final harvest, Aaron gave up the idea of continuing his travels.
He immediately turned to Hogwarts, just in time for the final battle against Voldemort.
When Aaron returned, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was not as tense as imagined.
Because Voldemort was still severely weakened,
even those cowards in the Ministry of Magic, though fearful, did not directly defect as in the original story, becoming tools for Voldemort's world conquest.
The dark creatures in the Forbidden Forest also remained in the Forbidden Forest under the control of Hagrid and Dumbledore.
Only the Dementors of Azkaban succumbed to Voldemort's dark intimidation, releasing all the Death Eaters.
Other factions that joined Voldemort were mainly the majority of Durmstrang students led by Black Wizards, and the Black Wizards from Knockturn Alley.
So the current situation is:
Dumbledore (Order of the Phoenix) + Hogwarts + Beauxbatons Academy of Magic + Ministry of Magic + some creatures from the Forest + some house-elves VS Severely weakened Voldemort + Durmstrang + Death Eaters + Dementors.
Undoubtedly, the advantage is on my side!
This doesn't even include Aaron, Kara, and Mela.
Given Voldemort's current displayed strength, if it weren't for concerns about Harry, Dumbledore would have probably led the Order of the Phoenix to directly attack and strike at the heart of his power.
Although Dumbledore was old, he was still a legendary wizard!
Voldemort was still alive, but his strength was less than seven-tenths of what it once was.
Once a direct battle began,
Voldemort would be on his knees begging for mercy in at most ten rounds.
This is not an exaggeration at all.
As a fellow legendary wizard,
as long as Dumbledore wasn't holding back, wielding the Elder Wand, he could truly easily defeat the current Voldemort.
If Voldemort hadn't realized that only Nagini remained of his destroyed horcruxes, he wouldn't have wanted to start a major war in his current state.
Even though he had still gathered a large number of Death Eaters by relying on the fear he had once spread,
Voldemort himself knew clearly,
how many of these guys still believed in his victory as steadfastly as they once did?
Let alone the ordinary Death Eaters,
even his closest confidantes had doubts.
After all,
the current Voldemort seemed unreliable no matter how you looked at him.
But Voldemort had no choice.
He could only do this.
Otherwise,
when Nagini died, and Dumbledore came knocking on his door, he would truly be finished!
The current situation was:
I'm about to die, why should I care about your lives?
At worst, we all die together, and sacrificing your lives for your king must be a willing and deserved act, right?
While Voldemort was in distress, on the other side, the Hogwarts headquarters was also filled with sorrow.
It wasn't because they were worried about Voldemort's Death Eater army.
Instead, they were pondering how to completely defeat Voldemort while ensuring Harry's safety.
If the mark of Voldemort on Harry wasn't dealt with,
Voldemort couldn't harm Harry, but if Harry didn't die, Voldemort wouldn't die either.
From beginning to end,
what made Voldemort most troublesome wasn't his power, but his horcruxes!
As long as he was alive, even in a very poor state, he would become a kind of belief, facilitating the actions of certain ambitious individuals.
"Mr. Aaron, you're finally back!"
Seeing Aaron return, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.
Snape's face showed a look of hope, wanting to speak, but afraid that Aaron wouldn't welcome him.
He even secretly resented himself for being so foolish back then, daring to disrespect Aaron.
Now, the debts from before would have to be repaid twofold...
Chapter 392: Soul Guardian, Creating Magic on the Spot
"Alright, don't look at me like that. I'm not interested in men, especially greasy ones."
Aaron sat down swaggering, holding Kara and Mela.
Snape still looked like a truly greasy man.
Greasy, messy hair, wizard robes that hadn't been changed or washed in a long time—
No woman would like such a man.
Even if they did, it would only be for his Galleons.
Hmm, as a Potions Master, Snape's private stash might only be second to Hagrid's.
"Mr. Aaron, if you can help save Harry, I am willing to offer all my possessions—including all my Galleons, magical potions, potion ingredients..."
To Harry's astonished gaze, Snape unhesitatingly offered his decades of accumulated wealth.
He was truly "one-three-seven" literally having his gold plundered by Harry.
However, compared to Lily's eyes and atonement,
Snape didn't care about these worldly possessions.
His greatest wealth was actually the knowledge in his mind; as long as Harry was safe, with his abilities, he would eventually earn the money back.
Aaron, however, shook his head indifferently, "Do you think I'm interested in those things?"
"Dumbledore, haven't you already found a way? Only Nagini remains of the six horcruxes, and she's with Voldemort right now. With your ability, it shouldn't be difficult to kill a snake, right?"
Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "It's not difficult, but the challenge is how to make Voldemort take Harry's Elder Wand according to the original plan."
"Although he is an arrogant and proud person, he is not a fool."
"If he discovers any clues, he might hide again, or even use Harry to complete his evil plan."
"Moreover, we still need to find a way for Voldemort to obtain Harry's blood through reasonable and unsuspected means to complete his rebirth, only then can he truly harm Harry."
"But if we let him capture Harry, Harry will be in danger."
Aaron fundamentally disagreed with this argument.
"Dumbledore, as the greatest White Wizard, you must also possess considerable skill in Dark Magic."
"Don't deny it. You've fought against the first and second Dark Lords; to say you don't understand Dark Magic is impossible."
Dumbledore nodded, "I do understand a little bit about Dark Magic."
A little bit, or a whole lot?
Aaron raised an eyebrow, not exposing his lie.
The person who understands you best is your enemy.
If Dumbledore didn't understand Dark Magic, how could he have survived until now?
How could he even defeat Grindelwald, who wielded the Elder Wand?
It could be said that,
perhaps Dumbledore wasn't as proficient in Dark Magic as the two Dark Lords, but in terms of understanding, he was definitely no worse than them.
With his talent, he would undoubtedly become a Dark Arts Master with just a little deeper study.
"If I were you, I could completely use the Imperius Curseto forcibly control Voldemort's consciousness. In Voldemort's current state, the probability of success is still very high."
Dumbledore frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and shook his head, "Although the Imperius Curse can control a person's consciousness, Voldemort must have specifically practiced counter-Imperius Curses."
"Although the Imperius Curse is one of the three Unforgivable Curses, its effectiveness actually decreases with repeated use on the same person. Given Voldemort's intelligence, he might have already become immune to the Imperius Curse's effects."
Actually, the most important issue here was that Dumbledore dared not gamble.
Even though Voldemort was severely weakened, Harry's safety was at stake.
He didn't want Harry to take risks.
Because Harry was too young!
His father and mother both died fighting Voldemort, and even managed to kill Voldemort in return before their Deaths.
Harry was the savior, the child of heroes; the heroes' Deaths could not be meaningless.
He wanted to raise Harry and let him enjoy the treatment befitting a true hero's son.
Even knowing that simply finding someone to kill Harrywould completely kill Voldemort,
he would not do that.
For this, Dumbledore would rather sacrifice himself.
Aaron also knew Dumbledore's thoughts 0.
Facts proved that not everyone was the Third Hokage.
If Dumbledore went to Konoha Village, he would definitely become one of the greatest Hokage.
At least with him there, at most one of the Sannin would leave, and other elites like White Fang and Minato Namikaze would not die a resentful Death.
At least it wouldn't degenerate into the later Konoha, with only a few powerful individuals, unprecedentedly weak.
However, this was also related to the operating logic of the Harry Potter universe.
No matter how tough things were, children couldn't suffer.
Harry couldn't die; if he died, it wouldn't be children's literature, but realistic trauma literature.
Compared to the helpless Dumbledore,
Aaron had too many methods.
After thinking for a moment,
Aaron created an if-conditional spell on the spot.
"Remember this incantation: Soul Guardian."
"With hope, courage, and love, it transforms into a soul shield, protecting the spellcaster's soul from magical harm."
Dumbledore tried to recall, but found no similar spell.
"Is this an ancient magic you collected from other schools?"
Aaron shook his head, "No, I just thought of it."
"..."
Dumbledore fell silent, and after a while, he spoke.
"I understand the meaning of 2.4, but Harry still has a fragment of Voldemort's soul..."
"I just said very clearly, it will only protect the soul of the spellcaster. Is Voldemort's soul a part of Harry's?"
Aaron was still very confident in the effect of the if-conditional spell.
According to the conditions he set to trigger the magic effect, as long as it could be truly mastered, then the most terrifying Avada Kedavra would no longer be a fatal attack.
In a sense,
this spell was the counter-curse to the Curse of Slaying.
It was Voldemort's bane!
A Voldemort who couldn't use the Curse of Slayingwould have his strength reduced by another thirty percent.
Even Snape, if he could learn Soul Guardian, could directly contend with Voldemort!.
Chapter 393: Powerful Spell, The Greatest Invention
Although Aaron presented the best solution,
the reliability of the Soul Guardian Spell still needed to be tested.
Experimenting with a spell in front of Aaron was very impolite.
But Aaron said, "Do as you please."
This spell was personally designed by him with specific conditions.
It was like a computer programming language, with rigorous logic and no bugs.
Of course, every programmer is confident in their own code; as for the results... only testing will tell.
But Aaron didn't think this simple IF conditional spell would have problems.
It wasn't some incredibly long, super-restrictive spell.
Next,
how to test the reliability of the Soul Guardian became a new dilemma.
Someone had to step forward and test the spell's reliability with their life.
And this person must be able to master this spell in a short time.
Who would be suitable?
Snape immediately stepped forward, "I trust Mr. Aaron. I will be the experimenter!"
Snape's mastery of spells was not low; he even created a powerful Dark Magic called Sectumsempra.
Moreover, he was also an Occlumency master.
Occlumency is the best way to resist the Legilimency Spell, a rare but practical spell.
It is very difficult to learn, making ordinary wizards shy away from it.
Whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort, these legendary wizards possessed extremely powerful Legilimency abilities, capable of prying into others' secrets without their knowledge.
As a professional spy, Snape's Occlumency skills were honed through life-and-death struggles.
If he relaxed for even a moment, Voldemort could potentially discover his identity as a spy.
However, no matter how many times Voldemort probed, he could not discern Snape's true thoughts.
He even regarded him as one of his most loyal subordinates.
Snape could maintain Occlumency for a long time. His mastery of spells, especially resistance spells, was definitely first-rate in the current wizarding world.
Even Dumbledore might not surpass Snape in this regard.
Undoubtedly,
Snape was the most suitable candidate.
But Dumbledore shook his head, refusing, "Besides an experimenter, we also need a powerful Black Wizardwho is skilled in Killing Curses."
"Severus, perhaps no one in all of Hogwarts is more suitable than you."
Snape was about to say something else, but Dumbledorestepped forward, "Let me do it!"
"The Soul Guardian Spell... I must say, if such a powerful spell can truly be popularized in the magical world, the Killing Curse and the Imperius Curse may be removed from the Unforgivable Curses."
Dumbledore was still in the mood for a joke.
But he wasn't wrong.
Once the Soul Guardian Spell was proven effective and became a mandatory spell for every wizard,
then the Killing Curse, which made people's faces change color, would be reduced to an ordinary spell that was somewhat threatening but not fatal.
Even the Imperius Curse would be reduced to a junk spell.
At most, it would only be useful against some Muggles and magical creatures.
Dumbledore's magical talent was beyond doubt.
Soul Guardian was not an ancient magic with extremely high learning difficulty; it was probably about the same difficulty as spells learned by sixth or seventh-year wizards.
Dumbledore mastered it after only a few glances.
"Come, Severus, use your strongest killing intent and cast the Killing Curse on me."
"Don't worry about me; you must trust Aaron!"
Snape looked at Aaron again upon hearing this.
Aaron was not nervous at all, chatting with Kara and Mela.
Kara and Mela occasionally showed looks of sudden realization, seemingly gaining much.
Snape actually found it very difficult to attack Dumbledore because he respected Dumbledore, even to the point of loyalty.
Snape relied on Dumbledore's trust and protection to avoid imprisonment after Voldemort's first downfall.
It was also thanks to Dumbledore's authority and deterrent power that he was able to settle down at Hogwarts and serve as the Potions Professor.
At the same time, he also knew that only by relying on Dumbledore's wisdom and ability could Voldemort truly be defeated.
He couldn't bring himself to attack Dumbledore; even when Voldemort ordered him to, Snape hesitated for a long time.
Now, even though it was just an experiment, Snape was still very hesitant.
"Attack me, please!" Dumbledore's voice was a little louder this time, and he spoke in a commanding tone.
After much internal struggle, Snape finally raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The eerie green spell struck Dumbledore without obstruction.
Even if Dumbledore had a hundred ways to block this move, now, he offered no resistance.
He entrusted his hope of survival to Aaron.
Until—
Dumbledore let out a cold snort. He felt an invisible force protecting his soul.
Yes, the Soul Guardian had blocked the Killing Curse.
When the Killing Curse cannot harm the soul, this spell will also pose no threat to the body.
Moreover, the Soul Guardian Spell, unlike other spells, does not require incantation; it is more like Occlumency, which can be maintained long-term with magic.
"Headmaster?"
"I'm fine."
Dumbledore carefully savored the feeling he had just experienced, "I mean, I feel better than ever!"
"The Soul Guardian Spell is absolutely the greatest spell invention of this century, oh no, of many centuries!"
"Future wizards will no longer have to worry about soul-damaging spells!"
"It seems the recipient of this year's Order of Merlin, First Class, has already appeared."
Dumbledore's tone was filled with emotion.
Aaron paid no attention to these compliments, "Forget the medals. Perhaps we will have already left before you kill Voldemort."
"What? You're leaving? Going back to the Dragon Kingdom?"
Dumbledore asked in surprise.
Aaron shook his head, "Going back to where I came from. Good luck!"
After giving some instructions, Aaron left alone.
He wanted to reveal his plans to others and take those who wished to leave with him.
As for Kara and Mela,
they would have one last practical magic training session in the final battle...
Chapter 394: The Revelation, The People of Hogwarts Go Crazy
Hogwarts was in emergency preparations for battle.
While everyone was in a frenzy,
Aaron called a group of witches.
Fleur, Gabrielle, Luna, Hermione, and Ginny (Cho Chang was not present; a suitable character image could not be found).
"What, you're leaving?"
Fleur, holding Gabrielle, asked nervously, "Are you going to the Eastern magical world? Or to... where you came from?"
Hermione and Gabrielle both understood the hidden meaning in Fleur's words.
But Ginny and Luna were hearing about Aaron's origins for the first time.
When Aaron spoke of where he came from,
Fleur felt a momentary sense of loss.
Finally, has it come?
Luna, the 'Loony', was very curious about their reactions.
After Aaron revealed his origins,
the 'Loony' had no thoughts of surprise or worry. Instead, she excitedly said, "So other universes really exist!"
"The Quibbler once speculated about the theory of parallel universes in the Muggle world, focusing on whether other worlds also have similar magical worlds."
"After all, with magic like the Undetectable Extension Charm that expands space, couldn't a spatial magic capable of traveling to other universes also be created?"
"Oh my goodness, I can't wait to embark on inter-world travel, record everything I see in other worlds, and publish it in The Quibbler, letting everyone know about this greatest discovery of the century!"
Luna was already fantasizing about becoming The Quibbler's most dazzling star in the future.
She didn't doubt Aaron; such a crazy idea seemed perfectly understandable in her mind.
After all,
how many people would believe in the existence of Sāorǎo Mú, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, or Mimbulus Mimbletonia?
Even though she later confirmed that these creatures didn't actually exist.
But at this age, it was the time when the 'Loony' was most prone to fantasy.
"Aaron, can I record stories from other parallel universes? Um, I mean, send this great discovery to The Quibbler."
Luna looked up, speaking excitedly.
Aaron nodded, "Of course, that's your right~."
"If you ever want to come back and publish everything you've seen, you're always welcome."
Luna smiled, a very happy smile.
Upon learning that they could return to this world anytime in the future,
Fleur and Gabrielle were both very tempted.
Hermione and Ginny were no longer panicked.
They had their families, who treated them very well.
If possible, they didn't want to leave their families forever.
But now, Aaron had a solution that satisfied both sides, so why hesitate?
Besides,
who could refuse the temptation to explore different universes and witness different magical worlds?
This was a major discovery that guaranteed an Order of Merlin, First Class.
An achievement countless wizards dreamed of but could not attain.
Now, the opportunity was before them.
"I'm willing!"
Fleur and Gabrielle nodded, the sisters speaking in unison.
Ginny raised her hand, "I want to go too!"
Seeing this, Hermione quickly said, "Count me in!"
Everyone was willing to leave with Aaron.
The only condition was to set up a permanent portal that could be used to travel between the two worlds at any time.
This was not difficult for Aaron.
"Since that's the case, then you all go prepare."
"Of course, if you want to participate in the final battle, you can come with me."
"Let us witness the Dark Lord's madness and downfall together!"
Aaron clapped his hands.
Voldemort was going to die.
Almost everyone had this thought.
When the Black Wizard possessed by Voldemort, accompanied by numerous Death Eaters, appeared,
he was faced with many powerful wizards gathered at Hogwarts, including elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix, centaurs, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and Hogwarts itself.
Harry also saw his godfather, Sirius Black, who had been wrongly imprisoned for eleven years and had intimate contact with Dementors.
This unfortunate victim of a wrongful case had just been released and was already taking up arms again to continue the war against Voldemort.
Sirius had no complaints against the Ministry of Magic; his heart held only hatred for Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort.
This hatred made him firmly stand on Harry's side.
There was also Remus Lupin, the werewolf who had returned from outside.
The two already knew Dumbledore's plan and also knew the effort Aaron had put into it.
The two were deeply grateful for everything Aaron had done, even wanting to find Aaron in person to thank him.
But Aaron had no desire to talk to them at all.
On the battlefield,
Aaron, with Kara and Mela, came to Hogwarts' side to observe the battle.
Voldemort came to the center of the battlefield.
"Harry, come out, Harry!"
"Let's have a dignified duel to the death!"
Voldemort had originally only wanted to demoralize Hogwarts and had never expected Harry to appear.
But who would have thought, Harry really appeared!
"Voldemort, I'm here!"
Harry took a deep breath, came to the center of the battlefield, glanced at Aaron's direction, and then firmed his resolve.
Voldemort was very surprised, even laughing, "I thought everyone at Hogwarts was a coward, but I didn't expect you would dare to come out."
"Just you, a second-year, twelve-year-old, dare to dream of fighting the greatest Black Wizard?"
Voldemort raised his wand, "This time, I won't miss again!"
"Wait!"
Harry raised his hand, "I want to defeat you honorably, I mean, when you are at your full strength."
Voldemort was momentarily unsure.
Until he saw Peter Pettigrew, led by Snape, carrying a huge cauldron, trembling as he came to the center of the battlefield.
"What's going on?"
Not only Voldemort, but everyone present was puzzled.
"Peter told me all the materials you need to resurrect."
Harry said nervously.
Snape stepped forward and took out a potion, "This is a regeneration potion; now it only needs a drop of Nagini's blood, and you will regain an infant's body."
Snape took out another package and poured some things into the cauldron, "Inside are the bones of your father, old Tom, donated by accident."
Peter Pettigrew trembled as he took out a knife and cut off his right hand.
"This is the flesh willingly offered by a servant."
Voldemort's eyes narrowed, this was... impossible! Absolutely impossible!
They really wanted to resurrect him?
Why?
It didn't make sense!
Harry gritted his teeth and came to the cauldron, Snape, holding back tears, controlled his hand and made a cut with a small knife.
"This is the blood of an enemy, forcefully extracted!"
"Now, the resurrection potion is complete!"
"Voldemort, it's your turn to make a choice!"
Voldemort was truly dumbfounded.
No, have the people of Hogwarts gone mad?
Chapter 395: The Black Wizard Becomes History, the Death of Voldemort
"What are you doing?"
The Dark Lord Voldemort, who was once a terrifying figure, a spokesperson for treachery and fear, now actually took two steps back in fright.
He didn't understand if these people were crazy or had some other scheme.
Was there poison in the potion?
Or had they come up with a perfect plan to kill him?
Undoubtedly, this was a trap.
But Voldemort didn't understand what part of the trap it was.
Yet he found it hard to refuse the resurrection potion and regeneration potion offered by Harry and the others.
Now he only needed to take the regeneration potion and jump into the cauldron to be reborn and return to his most perfect peak state.
But...
Was it really that simple?
"Voldemort, don't you want to regain your full strength? As the Dark Lord, are you still afraid of us scheming against you?"
Sirius Black provoked him.
Professor Lupin echoed, "Perhaps Voldemort is old, knowing he will die today, so he doesn't want to regain his body, after all, if he loses while possessing someone else, he'll have a reasonable excuse."
Voldemort's soul was roaring.
These guys, they deserved to die!
He could even see the suspicious glances from the Death Eaters behind him.
There was suspicion about the purpose of Harry and the others' actions, and also suspicion about the courage and daring of Voldemort as the Dark Lord.
They even started to think that Voldemort could also be afraid.
When the Dark Lord retreated, scared by his enemies, then he would no longer be that invincible Black Wizard!
Naturally, he could be replaced!
Voldemort was in a dilemma.
Once morale scattered, it was hard to rally.
Voldemort glared at Peter Pettigrew, "Wormtail, what exactly are they up to?"
Peter trembled and quickly shook his head, "M-master, I don't know! They said they would resurrect you, and I just came directly after hearing that, I am so loyal to you."
Voldemort looked at Snape again, "Severus, you really haven't used any tricks in the potion? Is there... anything else added in here?"
If anyone was most likely to be playing tricks, it was naturally Snape, the Potions Master.
Snape shook his head calmly, "No, I swear on my honor as a Potions Master, these potions are all perfectly successful, pure, and without any harm."
Voldemort was half-convinced.
He then looked at the existence he most feared and dreaded—Dumbledore.
Dumbledore's face was calm, showing no clue.
Voldemort then looked at where Aaron and Kara were.
This was the existence he most feared after Dumbledore.
No other reason, Kara and Mela had the protection of love magic, just like Harry, which caused him great losses.
His Curse of Slaying, which he was so proud of, was ineffective against them.
But luckily,
their defenses were strong.
But he had brought many people this time.
Even with fists, he could beat them to death!
Everyone was waiting for Voldemort's decision.
After a period of struggle,
watching the cauldron constantly bubbling,
finally, Voldemort could no longer resist the temptation of rebirth.
He proceeded according to the plan Dumbledore had laid out.
Amidst the eager anticipation of all,
Voldemort detached from the Black Wizard's body, transforming from an infant back into an adult male's body.
Although he still lacked a nose.
But this pale and terrifying appearance made him look even more dreadful.
Voldemort was pleased with his appearance.
He only needed the fear of others, and the more terrifying his appearance, the better the effect.
Only in his heart,
Voldemort was very confused,
Hogwarts seemed to have genuinely only wanted to resurrect him.
He even suspected that Dumbledore might be leading a surrender to him.
Otherwise, how could he explain the other side going through so much trouble just to allow him to be perfectly reborn?
"Master?"
The madwoman Bellatrix walked over, "You look terrifying!"
Voldemort smiled; terrifying was the most beautiful compliment.
"Harry, I will let you know that you have made the most absurd decision!"
My power has been fully restored. Even if Dumbledorewere here, Death would be his only option!"
Voldemort no longer cared about Harry.
When he resurrected using Harry's blood, he believed he was no longer affected by the magic of love.
At least, that's what he thought.
Just then, Voldemort saw Aaron smiling.
It greatly annoyed him.
Harry stepped forward.
"Come on, let's have our duel."
Voldemort's face was filled with excitement. Yes, a duel.
He would personally erase the past humiliation.
He would kill Harry and prove that he was still the undefeated legend!
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The green and yellow curses clashed, but unlike Voldemort's expectation, a clear winner was not immediately decided.
The two attacks remained in a temporary stalemate.
Voldemort's smile grew increasingly strained.
Harry gritted his teeth and held on.
Seeing this, Voldemort intensified his attack.
Finally,
The Curse of Slaying repelled Expelliarmus, directly hitting Harry's chest.
"Haha, Harry is dead! He's dead, he's dead!"
"I am the most powerful! No one is stronger than me!"
"Dumbledore..."
"Mas... Master!"
Bellatrix pointed at Voldemort's body in horror.
Voldemort looked down at himself. Unbeknownst to him, tiny cracks had appeared all over his body.
Like broken porcelain, he could shatter completely at any moment.
Voldemort looked up at Harry in confusion.
Harry, who should have died instantly, was standing there completely unharmed.
Yes, completely unharmed!
The Curse of Slaying had not taken Harry's soul or life.
But it was not without consequence.
At least Voldemort's soul fragment was destroyed by his own Curse of Slaying!
"Attack!"
Dumbledore was the first to act.
The Hogwarts allied forces, already prepared, also attacked together.
The Death Eaters hastily met them in battle.
Voldemort was utterly bewildered.
What happened?
Kara and Mela also made their move.
They arrived in front of Voldemort,
But were intercepted by the loyal Bellatrix and her husband.
However, just like Voldemort,
Their Curse of Slayings had no effect on Kara and Mela!
It wasn't just them.
All the Death Eaters were horrified to discover that these wizards were immune to their Curse of Slayings!
Voldemort, seeing this, was even more incredulous.
His voice held a tremor he himself didn't detect.
"You... you've developed a counter-curse for the Curse of Slaying?"
"This is the Soul Guardian developed by Mr. Aaron, which can protect the soul from the Curse of Slaying's harm."
Dumbledore stated the reality, "Voldemort, your era is over!"
Yes, it was over.
Voldemort's pride lay in the Curse of Slaying and the other two Unforgivable Curses.
When the two most important Dark Arts were rendered useless, the powerful Black Wizards lost thirty percent of their strength.
They even awkwardly and clumsily cast other spells—because their excessive focus on Dark Arts had led to a lack of practice.
Neville, at some point, had taken the Sword of Gryffindorand was standing next to Nagini.
Voldemort understood everything in an instant.
He got it!
He realized that when Aaron appeared, he should have acted first and killed him!
In just one month, Aaron had caused the situation to completely turn around.
It was a pity, everything was already too late.
"No!!!"
Chapter 396: Return to DC, Dumbledore's Sigh
As Neville, wielding the Sword of Gryffindor, severed Nagini's head,
The last Horcruxes was destroyed.
The cracks on Voldemort's body continuously shattered.
Amidst his unwilling roars of anger, Voldemort crumbled bit by bit, until he turned to dust and was scattered by the breeze.
A generation's Dark Lord thus hastily met his end!
The Death Eaters who came with Voldemort were stunned.
Weren't they here to unify the wizarding world?
How did their leader, Voldemort, go offline so inexplicably right after his resurrection?
"Is Voldemort really dead?"
A Hogwarts wizard asked.
"This time, he's thoroughly dead!"
Neville nodded, and a green curse flew towards him—it was a furious attack released by the insane Bellatrix due to Voldemort's Death.
This attack contained her boundless killing intent towards Neville.
She wished she could eat his flesh and drink his blood!
However, as before, the Curse of Slaying was utterly unable to harm a wizard protected by the Soul Guardian.
In the original story, Neville was consistently portrayed as cowardly in the early stages.
But after his parents were cured and with Aaron as his role model,
Neville surprisingly displayed some of the demeanor of the Sword God Neville from the final battle.
It was as if he had suddenly achieved enlightenment.
Not only did he gain courage, a key Gryffindor trait, but his mind also suddenly opened up, deepening his learning and mastery of spells.
Among the hundreds of young wizards at Hogwarts, he was also one of the first to learn the Soul Guardian.
Bellatrix, as a seasoned sorceress, could single-handedly overpower several adult wizards.
But ever since the Curse of Slaying became ineffective,
This experienced Black Wizard was reduced to the level of an ordinary adult wizard.
Bellatrix didn't have time to use the long-neglected white magic she had almost completely forgotten.
Sirius Black directly confronted his mad cousin.
Sirius had no intention of holding back.
Even though Bellatrix was his cousin, his kin, Black knew how loyal she was to Voldemort.
Coupled with his inner rage towards Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort, and his guilt towards James and Lily,
This experienced wizard, who had also been imprisoned for eleven years, imbued every attack with killing intent.
His final spell sent Bellatrix to meet Voldemort.
Battles between wizards rarely resulted in fatalities.
Only extreme Death Eaters like Bellatrix had the opportunity to be killed on the spot.
More Death Eaters, after Voldemort's Death, knelt once again, awaiting judgment from the Ministry of Magic.
Kara and Mela, however, showed no mercy in this battle.
They skillfully used white magic, killing one adult DeathEater after another.
Even though they were only twelve years old,
The combat power they displayed astonished veteran wizards.
Bellatrix's lover, Rodolphus Lestrange, also a loyal follower of Voldemort, was killed by a spell in less than three rounds while fighting Mela.
Throughout the entire Second Wizarding War, Kara and Mela killed more wizards than all the other wizards combined.
This phenomenon gave the Death Eaters the illusion that the Light Wizards were even more aggressive and bloodthirsty than they were.
It also frightened the other wizards in the same camp.
Their killing intent was too strong!
They would either not attack, or if they did, a life would inevitably be taken.
As a result, even the Light Wizards in the same camp eventually gave Kara and Mela a wide berth.
Fearing they might be accidentally killed.
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This phenomenon made Kara and Mela quite bored.
They had been taught by Aaron and their stepmothers since childhood to aim for a single, fatal blow when dealing with enemies.
There was no room for holding back during combat.
It was either you die or I die.
But here,
They watched the Second Wizarding War as if it were a game of make-believe.
The most frequently used spell was Expelliarmus!
This was simply a joke!
Are you really treating war like a game?
Finally,
Kara and Mela, still not fully satisfied, left with Aaron.
No one knew where they went.
After the war, several girls from Hogwarts completely disappeared with Rollin.
Some said they returned to the Dragon Country's magical world.
Others said they went to a secluded place to live in seclusion.
Then The Quibbler published a new discovery.
"The Mysteries of the Multiverse and the Connection Between Magical Worlds," by Luna Lovegood.
Dumbledore, very uncharacteristically, bought a copy of The Quibbler magazine.
He didn't like it, but he took this issue very seriously.
"So Aaron and Kara came from other universes…"
"No wonder they don't act like locals; their talent is like that of the legendary God of Magic!"
"The Earth's magical world is just an insignificant speck in the vast universe."
"Aaron has embarked on a new journey."
Dumbledore was filled with emotion; he really wanted to see the scenery outside, but
he was old.
On the other side,
Aaron took Hermione and the others back to Paradise Island in the DC Dark Universe.
The war under the Atlantic Ocean was also drawing to a close...
Chapter 397: Child's Play, The Death King of Dark City
Aaron returned to Paradise Island.
Upon learning of his return, Atlanna immediately came to report the situation.
"Oh, in all the time I've been away, you've already eliminated the Trench?"
Atlanna nodded, her expression much more relaxed, unlike the troubled look she had when she sought help earlier.
"Our warriors have eliminated all known Trench. These former compatriots had long forgotten the glory of Atlantis and conspired with the Necrus, the Undead Kingdom."
"Now our army has wiped out the forces sent by Necrus as reinforcements and has completely surrounded its Dark City."
"We can conquer Dark City at any time and bring back the Death King's head!"
Atlanna briefly recounted the situation regarding the Undead Kingdom.
It turned out that the Death King was a king of the original Atlantean kingdom, but he was betrayed by his younger brother, his throne was seized, and his entire family was murdered.
To seek revenge, the Death King forged the dark tridentand used the power of the artifact to sink Atlantis to the bottom of the sea.
The current royal bloodline of Atlantis belongs to the descendants of the Death King's younger brother, the betrayer who seized power.
Now, the Death King has revived. He uses the dark trident to control the dead spirits, sea beasts, and Trench, attempting to overthrow Atlantis and seek revenge once more.
But the Death King did not expect that,
although the current Atlantis is far less prosperous than it was in his era,
due to Aaron's presence, more and stronger super-powered individuals have emerged.
Atlanna, Diana, Donna Troy, and Artemis combined their strength to defeat the Death King, who wielded the dark trident.
They then annihilated the Trench, the Death King's most powerful force.
As a result, he found himself trapped in Dark City, awaiting his final demise.
This was a case of descendants beating up their ancestor.
Although Atlanna sympathized with the Death King, sympathy was one thing; now the Death King was an enemy, threatening the lives of all Atlanteans and affecting world peace, so he had to be destroyed!
Fleur and Gabrielle listened with great interest to the story of Atlantis,
especially the epic battles, like those in myths and legends, which captivated them.
As they imagined themselves in the story, everything felt so new and exciting.
On their very first day, they had the chance to experience a battle of gods.
Wasn't this far grander than the so-called First Wizarding War or the Second Wizarding War?
In comparison,
the Wizarding War between Hogwarts and Voldemortwas simply child's play.
In this universe,
it was utterly insignificant!
"Can we also participate in this war? Um… we'll just watch, we definitely won't take risks."
Fleur raised her hand, full of anticipation.
Atlanna looked at Aaron; everything was up to him.
If it weren't for the presence of minors, Atlanna would have truly rushed forward and poured out her love.
"Of course, no problem."
Aaron didn't mind letting Fleur and the others witness what a truly grand spectacle was.
It was also a good opportunity to let them bid farewell to the petty squabbles of the wizarding world.
"But before that, I need to take a little precaution."
Aaron gestured for everyone to come closer.
"Children's Protection!"
"Protective Charm of Love!"
"Child Magic!"
"Heart of Love!"
"Power of Love!"
The innate invincibility of children combined with the magic of love,
let alone a mere Death King.
Even if the universe were to be destroyed,
they would survive unharmed.
Such was the power of multiple layers of protection.
It could almost completely isolate them from all external environmental influences.
Unless an omnipotent, universe-level entity intervened,
they would absolutely be out of harm's way.
Fleur and the others, as the main subjects of the magic, didn't feel anything unusual... What they felt most deeply was the channel of love linking them all.
This was a relay station of love centered around Aaron.
The stronger their love, the more powerful they became through it.
Combined with the boost from Child Magic,
they instantly became demigod-level combatants.
Any one of them could easily defeat the greatest white wizard Dumbledore, and the former Voldemort.
Fleur and the others didn't even know they were already this powerful.
They still viewed themselves with their past perspectives.
They would be afraid of everything here, even a slightly strange creature.
Aaron planned to temper their courage and confidence through actual combat.
The Death King was undoubtedly the best training target.
"Let's go to Dark City and meet Atlantis's ancestor."
Aaron motioned for Atlanna to lead the way.
Everyone boarded a spaceship, escorted by a group of Atlantean elites,
and passed through a trench to reach the lost kingdom.
Here,
Aaron saw Diana and Donna.
Upon seeing Aaron arrive, everyone's faces lit up with joy.
However, when Gwen saw Fleur and the other young girls, she disappointedly put her hand to her forehead and shook her head.
It was over; a bunch of little girls had arrived this time.
It seemed she would have to personally step in to make the Crystal Palace Corporation great again.
Aaron glared at Gwen, who had a strange expression on her face, then led Fleur and the others, who were filled with trepidation, into Dark City.
Here,
the Death King, holding his trident, looked down at Aaronand the others, surrounded by dark creatures and legions of the undead.
This ancestor of Atlantis no longer possessed the glory he had when he first revived.
Upon seeing the magnificent lineup arrive, he even felt the long-forgotten approach of Death.
This day had finally come!
Chapter 398: The Terrifying Child Magic, The Weak-Kneed Death King
"Who are you?"
"Zeus? The current Sea King? Or some other god?"
In his final moments, the Death King still maintained the last vestiges of his dignity as a former Sea King.
Although he was surrounded by the Atlantean allied forces, he adopted the posture of a victor.
His gaze was fixed on Aaron, who stood in the center.
He had never seen Aaron, but he recognized Diana and Donna among the many women gathered around Aaron.
Even with the dark trident in his hand, he couldn't contend with them.
The power of millions of tons of seawater felt so powerless against Diana.
He didn't understand; he was afraid; he thought of the most powerful God King, Zeus.
He was not Sea King Poseidon; he was merely a descendant of the Sea King, but he knew of Zeus's power.
In his ancient memories, Zeus was the strongest.
Only Zeus could have made him lose so completely.
But—
Aaron had no intention of answering the Death King.
He didn't even consider this DC version of the Lich King to be worth his attention.
After looking around, he said in an unquestionable tone, "Who released you?"
In the original story, it was Black Manta, the Sea King's arch-nemesis, who found the dark trident and released the Death King.
But Aaron had carefully questioned Atlanna and the others, and no trace of Black Manta was found.
So the question arises.
Without outside help, how did Death King obtain the dark trident, and how did he revive?
"Before questioning others, shouldn't one first answer their questions? This is the most basic etiquette for a noble!"
Death's already withered face grew even paler.
Aaron couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. "It's fine if you don't speak, I'll see for myself."
Aaron waved his hand, and time flowed backward.
In the small hall, everyone witnessed the scene of Death's revival.
It was a man in black.
A grotesque figure with a ferocious face and sharp fangs.
He held another Arthur, used the trident to draw blood from Arthur, and then allowed Death King to revive with full health.
After reviving Death King, the monstrous man in black chuckled a few times, then flashed away.
Even Death King himself didn't actually know who had revived him.
"The Batman Who Laughs?"
Aaron showed no surprise.
He had already harbored this suspicion.
In the Dark Multiverse, besides The Demon Dragon Barbatos and The Laughing One, who else could affect the dark balance of the world?
However, The Laughing One clearly underestimated the power of Themyscira.
Or rather, he simply didn't realize what kind of terrifying existence he was facing!
Otherwise, The Laughing One would definitely not have left just like that.
He was still dealing with this universe as if it were an ordinary Dark Universe.
Perhaps in The Laughing One's view,
as long as Death King could return in full power, he could use the dark trident to easily overthrow the surface dwellers.
Just like the universe of The Drowned he had created.
In that universe, the Atlanteans launched a retaliatory invasion after Aquawoman's Death, flooding Gotham and all continents with seawater.
This act enraged Batwoman, who then created the Dead Water Army and annihilated Atlantis.
However, Earth had already been destroyed, and Batmanbecame the only beacon.
Then he encountered The Batman Who Laughs and became The Drowned.
Of course, it's also possible that The Laughing One has been very busy lately and cannot spare more energy to deal with a world where Batman has not yet appeared.
His greatest hobby is to gather Dark Batmen from different Dark Universes; destroying universes is secondary.
Because he and his master have a grander plan—to destroy the Reality Universe!
They conspire to drag all universes into darkness, making darkness the only world.
This way,
Barbatos will gain even greater power through destruction.
As for The Laughing One,
he might gain pleasure from destruction, or he might have other plans.
For example, betraying Barbatos on the eve of victory and stealing that Oblivion Power.
Aaron didn't care about this.
When he returns,
the transformation plan for this universe will continue.
Entropy will no longer increase but decrease.
Light will gradually overcome darkness, breaking free from the Dark Universe and becoming another, and the only, Reality Universe in the Dark Multiverse.
Death King tightly gripped the dark trident; the power Aaron displayed filled him with dread.
It seemed to be a mighty power that surpassed Zeus, surpassing all great existences he knew.
That was Time Power!
What a terrifying unknown deity.
At this moment, Death King felt some regret.
If he could choose, he would wish not to be revived by the man in black, but to continue sleeping, awaiting the right time.
And not to face an enhanced Atlantis alone after his revival.
He was going to die!
To die in the true sense of the word.
"That... can we reconcile?"
Death King pondered deeply before choosing to concede.
He willingly fell into darkness, but that didn't mean he was brainless.
He didn't want to die; he was Death King!
But... Aaron seemed not to hear, looking at Fleur and the other girls.
"I'll leave him to you. Carefully comprehend the power I've given you, use them well, trust them, and they will give you unimaginable surprises."
Fleur looked at the terrifying Death King, secretly swallowing her saliva.
This was a god from mythology!
They were at most fifth-year students; could they truly defeat such a legendary figure?
Fleur was still contemplating,
Hermione was also hesitant.
But one person, without any fear, was the first to step forward.
"Incendio!"
Luna absolutely trusted Aaron's words. If Aaron said they could defeat Death King, then they definitely could! Incendio is just a very basic, simple white magic spell.
Among the many spells at Hogwarts, it was completely inconspicuous.
It might not even be able to kill an ordinary person.
But at this moment,
under the enhancement of Child Magic,
the most basic Incendio transformed into a sky-obscuring Fire Dragon King with wings spanning hundreds of meters!
The Fire Dragon roared, breathing fire, scaring Death Kinginto quickly raising his dark trident to defend.
He manipulated water to form a waterfall, desperately trying to block the dragon's breath.
Hermione and the others were astonished by Luna's magic.
When did Luna become so powerful?
With this performance, even Dumbledore would be far inferior.
Or rather... Hermione realized the key.
Their strength had perhaps undergone a qualitative change!
"Expelliarmus!"
Hermione waved her wand, and a yellow light instantly struck Death King, making his hands unsteady, and the dark trident flew dozens of meters away.
"Impossible!"
Death King was greatly alarmed and quickly ran to the side.
"Jelly-Legs Jinx!"
This time, it was Fleur's turn.
The spell hit Death King, and his originally stiff legs suddenly went soft, turning him into a 'soft-legged shrimp' sitting on the ground.
Death King wanted to cry but had no tears.
I'm an undead being!
Who ever heard of an undead getting jelly legs?
Is this reasonable?
Chapter 399: Dark Earth-11, Gender-bent World
Having lost the dark trident,
Death's strength was not much greater than that of an ordinary Atlantean.
The trident contained all his power, and although not as potent as the golden trident, it could still manipulate the power of the sea.
As for Death King himself,
as an Atlantean, he naturally could control seawater.
Death King used all his strength, sitting on the ground, struggling to maintain a water curtain, hoping to contend with the Fire Dragon King.
But... Luna merely waved her wand.
The Fire Dragon King roared, evaporating all the water curtain!
A thick glob of 'phlegm' engulfed Death King.
A circular pit dozens of meters in diameter appeared where Death King had been.
This arrogant DC version of the Lich King thus met his end.
"Is this really a spell we can cast?"
Fleur looked at her wand in surprise and delight.
Both the incantation and the casting motion were exactly the same as before.
But the spell's power was incomparable.
Conservatively estimated, it had probably increased by at least a hundredfold!
Voldemort would beg for mercy if he saw this!
"Before you reach eighteen and become adults, any offensive spell you cast, under the enhancement of Child Magic, will become the strongest spear!"
"The effect of any auxiliary spell will also be increased a hundredfold!"
"This bonus will be weakened by ten times when you grow up and your childlike innocence fades."
"Even so, under the blessings of the Power of Love and the Heart of Love, you will gain immense power far exceeding that of legendary wizards."
"Congratulations, girls, you have become the magic gods of your own world!"
Aaron patted Fleur's head, congratulating her.
Children wielding Child Magic are invincible.
Coupled with the blessing of childhood, they inherently possess Protagonist Halo, with the luck to turn danger into safety and overcome adversity.
Let alone a mere Death King; even if Steppenwolf were here, or Superman descended, they would be utterly defeated by their combined magic.
To defeat them, one would need at least a star-busting level of existence.
However, such a guy, naturally, Aaron, or Diana and the others, would deal with him.
Diana and the others had no jealousy; instead, they looked at them kindly, like looking at children.
Although they knew they would become her sisters in the future, for now, except for Fleur, the other girls could only be considered children.
Hmm, Fleur is 15 this year.
One more year until she can be savored.
No rush.
Aaron casually melted the dark trident.
Even if it was a fake, it served as a data backup.
Next, Atlanna left a portion of soldiers to clear out the remaining undead creatures and Trench.
Everyone headed back.
Aaron inquired about the Blue Lanterns of Compassion.
Gwen Stacy shook her head, "Still no information. The Little Blue Man and the Big Blue Man have been searching everywhere recently, but they haven't found anything."
"I think the Blue Lanterns will only appear when that Blackest Night descends?"
Blackest Night... Aaron didn't want to wait like that.
Mainly, this was the Dark Multiverse, not the main Reality Universe.
The Blackest Night event doesn't happen in every world.
Perhaps this world wouldn't even be noticed by Nekron?
After all, there's only one Nekron. Even if he invaded a Multiverse, he wouldn't invade the Dark Multiverse first, but rather the vaster and richer Reality Universe.
"So, I still have to go to the Reality Universe?"
Aaron thought for a moment. He still needed to visit the main Multiverse.
For nothing else, but to find an opportunity to perfect his Indestructible Body.
The attribute powers of all the supreme deities in the Marvel and DC Universe must be melted down and obtained.
Only then could he rest easy.
In the Dark Multiverse, the closest one was undoubtedly The Demon Dragon Barbatos.
The Oblivion Dragon gains power through destruction.
He is a subordinate of Destruction.
Although Destruction had long since stopped fulfilling his duties, it was almost impossible to encounter him.
But it's better to be safe than sorry.
Who knows when they might run into each other?
Plus, The Batman Who Laughs had come to cause trouble twice.
It's rude not to return a favor, and Aaron wasn't that magnanimous.
Thinking of this,
Aaron used his All-Seeing Eye to search for The Batman Who Laughs's whereabouts in the Dark Multiverse.
Finally, he found The Batman Who Laughs on Dark Earth-11.
Aaron immediately thought, 'What a coincidence!'
Because Dark Earth-11 was the world of The Drowned.
At this point in time, Batwoman, Brucie Wayne, had not yet been corrupted and killed Aquawoman.
She was still a righteous Dark Knights.
But because of the arrival of The Batman Who Laughs,
Coupled with the characteristics of the Dark Multiverse,
Batwoman was already showing signs of corruption.
The Batman Who Laughs was the mastermind behind it.
He discovered Batwoman's potential and hoped to guide her to corruption, to make her personally destroy the Multiverse she protected.
Only such a Batwoman would be the best member of The Dark Knights.
"Interesting, so The Drowned was also one of your plans."
"However... what you want to do, I won't let you succeed!"
Aaron smiled faintly, his figure disappearing from the Paradise Island palace.
When he reappeared, he was already in Gotham on Earth-11.
Dark Earth-11 corresponds to the main Multiverse-11.
In this world, everyone is a gender-swapped version of the main Multiverse.
Aquawoman replaced Arthur, the short-haired Superwoman Kara replaced Superman, and Batwomanreplaced Batman.
Moreover, the Justice Guild here was also different from the main Multiverse.
They were The Flash (Jesse), Batwoman, Superwoman, Aquawoman, Jesse Quick, Star Sapphire, Zatara, and Power Woman.
(Goodness) They were all women.
This was a world dominated by women.
Dark Multiverse Earth-11 was also like this.
As Aaron descended,
Brucie Wayne, the Batman of this world, was currently staring blankly at where Atlantis was located.
This Dark Knights, for some reason, had been feeling restless lately.
It seemed something big was about to happen.
But when she tried to pinpoint that feeling, she found nothing.
Until Brucie saw a man.
He was the handsomest man she had ever seen, far exceeding Catman's handsomeness.
One look was enough to make one unable to extricate themselves.
And for some reason,
Her originally irritable mood, upon seeing Aaron, became uncharacteristically calm.
Her rationality gradually returned, and her mood improved many times over.
This made Brucie Wayne feel like the sky was falling—when did she become an ordinary woman?!
Chapter 400: The person who understands you best is you!
"Who are you?"
Brucie watched Aaron warily. She always felt Aaron had a very special charm.
It seemed that being near him made her thoughts much clearer.
It was like someone consumed by lust entering 'sage mode' after an encounter.
Brucie didn't even know how long it had been since she had experienced such calm thinking.
But the more she looked at Aaron, this calmness would turn into another kind of irritation.
It wasn't the previous irritable negative emotion, but a simple desire.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Aaron, a world traveler."
Aaron made himself at home, sitting on Brucie's luxurious sofa.
"Do you have tea?"
Brucie frowned, "No, only coffee or juice."
Aaron was surprised, "I thought you'd like to drink alcohol."
"I rarely drink alcohol; it makes my head unclear, my thoughts sluggish, and I'm prone to making mistakes."
Brucie glanced around, confirming Aaron had no accomplices, then walked to another sofa directly opposite Aaron.
Her muscles were taut, as if she could erupt at any moment.
Aaron smiled indifferently, "Oh, really? Isn't that better? After all, in your current state, you're just one step away from going mad."
"What do you mean?!"
Brucie's frown deepened. She felt Aaron seemed to know something.
Thinking of her previous peculiar state, she became even more vigilant.
"Literally."
Aaron looked at her, "What were you thinking just now?"
"Nothing," Brucie said without hesitation.
"I guess you were thinking about how to deal with Atlantis."
"Oh, by the way, you have a good friend named Catman?"
Brucie's face turned pale with shock upon hearing this. "What do you know? What do you want to do?!"
Brucie's expression grew even uglier. This man was inscrutable!
She used to see through others, but this time, Aaron saw through her!
"Telepathy? Or some kind of time ability?"
Brucie made a bold guess.
Meanwhile, she was pulling suitable countermeasures from her contingency plan library.
For every person, monster, or ability she encountered, heard about, or thought about, she designed multiple contingency plans.
This always allowed her to win in battle.
She wasn't unfamiliar with telepaths; they were tricky, but as long as her will was strong enough, she could exempt most mind control and illusions.
Such ability users usually had a weak physical body, and that was her opportunity!
As long as she responded appropriately, she could take Aaron down!
Aaron shook his head, then nodded.
Brucie frowned in thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "So you can do both!"
This was tricky now.
He could foresee the future and manipulate minds.
Presumably, he came prepared this time too.
Aaron was challenging her, and she was responding hastily. Damn it, she had to be careful now, the advantage was his!
"You're thinking about how to take me down!"
Aaron picked up a cup of coffee and drank it. Brucie raised an eyebrow, not because Aaron was right, but because...
"That's the one I drank!!"
Brucie clenched her fists.
"I know."
Aaron nodded.
"Are you planning to use the same trick you used on The Flash and Jesse Quick on me? It's useless."
"Call for backup? You can. Call everyone over; I can wait."
Oh, planning to use poison? Actually, I'd suggest you use a honey trap instead; maybe I'd fall for it?"
Aaron chuckled casually, making Brucie feel an even greater headache.
She hated rushing into battle without any prior intelligence gathering!
If she were given some time to prepare, she would definitely make this guy realize the prowess of Batwoman!
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore."
Aaron didn't want to overly provoke Brucie; it wasn't that he didn't dare, but that it was pointless.
He wasn't a major villain.
On the contrary, Brucie was the real villain!
"I came to find you simply to deal with another you."
"Another me?"
Brucie paused, then suddenly thought of something, her eyes filled with murderous intent, "Is it a clone? Or… another me from another world?"
"That is a you who was infected by The Joker's laughing gas, one who is prepared to destroy all worlds, willing to become a pet of an Oblivion Dragon."
"Oh right, he's also planning to corrupt you, guiding you to do certain unwise things, such as killing Aquawoman, then letting Atlantis flood Gotham, flood the entire land."
"That way, you will kill all living beings, completely turning into a Batwoman who only knows destruction."
Aaron directly revealed The Batman Who Laughs's scheme.
Brucie was immediately enraged.
"Damn it! Where is he?!"
Brucie was furious; no wonder she felt something was off with her state—it turned out someone was plotting against her!
Of course, Brucie didn't fully trust Aaron.
Compared to another version of herself who had never appeared, Aaron was the truly existing, mysterious presence that made her feel threatened.
"He's been monitoring you, but I just cut off his line of sight."
Aaron leaned forward slightly, "Honestly, even if you know the truth, you alone, or rather your companions, wouldn't be his match."
"He has gathered your and The Joker's intelligence, cruelty, and madness, and the divine power of the Oblivion Dragon; he is a super-plus version of you."
"You should know how terrifying that is."
"Because the one who understands you best, is you!"