Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Fall, the greatest wizard of this century will fall tonight."

The sound of the prophecy book rang out in the Divine Call Hall, and the missing body that was practicing the magic circle was stunned for a moment. The complicated runes were instantly scrapped and turned into ashes and dissipated.

"Is this day finally here?" The missing body secretly shook its head, "You've never had good news like this."

"Master." The prophecy was aggrieved, with a hint of complaint in his voice, "Good news is certainly gratifying, but bad news is obviously more useful."

"You...make sense." The missing body said speechlessly, and then transmitted this prophecy to the main body.

Aaron was enjoying lunch in the auditorium at this time. After receiving this message, he unconsciously put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"What's wrong with you?" Klea asked doubtfully.

"It's time." Aaron quietly glanced at the school administrator's seat and said, "It's tonight, so we must prepare early."

Klea understood immediately, and she ate her lunch calmly, "What are you going to do?"

"Just go to school as usual. I will inform you when needed."

"Do you think I will listen to you?" Klea asked with a half-smile, "Even if you are going to take risks, you won't be in such danger with my help."

"I need you to stay in Hogwarts." Aaron said meaningfully, "Hermione may not listen to me. If you are here, you can keep an eye on her."

"anything else?"

Aaron paused, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face, "If you get involved so easily, your brother will kill me."

"He can't beat you."

"Eldest sister will also kill me, and Otto, even though we haven't seen him for many years." Aaron said without tears, "If they didn't protect you, the princess, do you think they would give me an explanation?" A chance?"

Klea:......

After lunch, Aaron went to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

The location is still in the basement. Professor Snape has not changed his office because he became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Even the furnishings in the room have not changed at all.

"What are you doing here?" asked Professor Snape.

"Dumbledore will die tonight."

"Nonsense." Snape's expression darkened, he pointed at the door and cursed, "Get out."

"This is my prediction." Aaron said calmly, "He will die in your hands. The accuracy is more than 90.00%."

"go out."

"Professor, I came to you to give you a chance."

"Get out." Snape stood up from his seat and stared straight into Aaron's eyes, "Don't make me say it a fourth time."

"I won't stop you from killing him, because even if you don't kill him, he will die, and you made an unbreakable oath. If he doesn't die, you will die.

Professor, sometimes I really admire your loyalty. In order to force yourself to complete the task, you don't even leave any room. "

It seemed that Snape couldn't bear it anymore. After struggling for a moment, he took out his wand and pointed it at Aaron, "Soul..."

Before the spell was finished, Snape saw a pair of purple eyes.

The next moment, countless memories flashed through my mind in fast forward, and gradually transformed into the figure of a girl.

"Lily."

Two lines of crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Only then did Snape realize what had happened. He looked at Aaron coldly and asked, "What did you do to me?"

"It's not as good as the Imperius Curse." Aaron shrugged, "With my current ability, I can't forcefully extract your memory, but I can still make you recall the person you miss the most.

Of course, you can only do it if you were emotionally unstable just now. This kind of magic is not that effective against the Grand Mage. "

Snape sat down slowly and said with some frustration: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to help you, Professor." Aaron said sincerely.

"Help me? Help me for what?" Snape looked at him sarcastically, "Help me kill Dumbledore?"

"No, I don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and it would be too shameless to attack a dying old man.

More importantly, I can't ruin your plans. "

"Then what are you talking about?"

"I know Harry Potter too well, and he has too many prejudices and misunderstandings against you.

He placed most of the responsibility on you for Sirius's death. If you kill Dumbledore yourself again, you won't be able to clean yourself up by jumping into the Black Lake. "

"so?"

"Give me your memory." Aaron looked at him solemnly and said, "This is the best I can do for you, and it can be regarded as a student's gratitude to the teacher."

"Is this why you are looking for me?" Professor Snape was surprised, but also felt a little moved in his heart.

"Otherwise? I can't go to Dumbledore, right? The old bastard might be able to make some temporary arrangements for me before he dies.

You can trust me Professor, although I am not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, I am definitely on the opposite side of Voldemort.

I will protect Harry Potter because I made a contract with Voldemort. If he dies, I must lead him to experience immortality that is more effective than Horcruxes.

At that time, I will be like a sheep in the tiger's mouth, and he will definitely not let me go. "

"You are really crazy." Snape said calmly.

"Slytherin is good at protecting oneself wisely. Making a contract was the best choice at that time. I didn't have much confidence in a head-on confrontation." Aaron smiled matter-of-factly and then changed the subject, "But maybe we can give it a try now. Even if it doesn't work, he You can’t kill me either.”

Hearing this, Snape's lips revealed a hint of sarcasm.

He reluctantly believed the first half of the sentence, but the second half was impossible for anyone to believe.

No matter how talented Aaron is, he is still only 17 years old. A newly-adult wizard can compete with the Dark Lord who threatens the magic world.

If this is true, what does the Order of the Phoenix's years of hard work mean?A joke?

Seeing this, Aaron was a little speechless.

No one believes the truth. How many times has this happened?But he doesn’t usually tell lies!

"Forget it, believe it or not." Aaron said, "Give me your memory. If you unfortunately die in the war, I will give it to Harry Potter.

If you are alive, I will return the memory to you, and you can explain it to him yourself. I am too lazy to waste time educating people. "

Snape fell into a brief silence. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "No, I cannot agree."

"Why?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but I can't take the risk."

"We can make a contract." Aaron thought for a while and said, "I'm really worried about your death being unknown. If we make a contract, I will tell the truth at the most appropriate time and will not let your plans be hindered. Once you violate the requirements, You can rest assured that you are suffering from the burning flames!"

Snape was still hesitant, so Aaron sighed lightly and dropped a bombshell, "You don't want Lily's son to hate you for the rest of his life!"

puff!

Snape's defense broke instantly, and some of the color drained from his face.

He doesn't want to die, but he's not afraid of death, and he's not worried about his death being unclear, but 'Lily's son' is his only weakness.

"I believe Lily will forgive you, but if she knows that her son has a huge hatred for you, then even if she dies..."

"That's enough." Snape gritted his teeth and cursed, "It's enough if you win! How can I have a student like you?"

"Well...Professor, you may not want to hear what I say.

But having a student like me is definitely the greatest honor in your life.

How many times have I helped you, directly or indirectly, over the years?Maybe it will be up to me to turn the tide in the end! "

After speaking, Aaron took out two glass bottles, one red and one green, and placed them politely on the table.

"Why are there two?"

"Uh..." Aaron smiled sheepishly, "The green bottle on the left is for me to see."

"What did you say?" Snape's eyes widened, seriously doubting that he heard correctly, "Show you?"

"Professor, you have to be reasonable, I can't work for nothing!"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched violently, and the right hand holding the wand subconsciously clenched, but then slowly loosened it.

Although he didn't want to admit it, it seemed like he couldn't beat this student.

"I'm not asking you to help me."

"Okay, let me put it another way." Aaron waved his hand, "I don't know the plan of you and Dumbledore, but I am obviously an uncertain factor."

"Very self-aware," Snape sneered.

"So in order to prevent me from hindering your plans, let me know if your plans are necessary."

"It's necessary...wait a minute, something seems not right."

"Professor, you really think too much." Aaron smiled unnaturally, "Look at these two bottles, this is my sincerity!

My ultimate goal is definitely to destroy Voldemort, which does not conflict with your plan. I have to make sure that I won't backfire after Dumbledore dies!

And you put your plan in the green bottle, which can be said to be a business matter, and the explanation you want to give to Harry, which is a private matter, in the red bottle. Public and private matters are clear and reasonable.

Of course, you can also copy the contents of the green bottle and put it in the red bottle, so that Lily's son can more clearly realize his misunderstanding of Severus Snape. I believe Harry will definitely come from the bottom of his heart. repent. "

"This..."

"I have already agreed to sign a contract with you, why should I hesitate?" Aaron took out his wand and wrote a concise and clear contract in mid-air, and signed his name, "Professor, please!"

Snape hesitated for a moment and waved his wand.

As the name 'Severus Snape' appeared in mid-air, the contract turned into a point of light and dissipated.

"The contract is reached." Aaron smiled with satisfaction, then pointed to the two glass bottles, "You know what to do."

Snape pursed his lips and pointed the wand at his temple with his trembling right hand.

He slowly pulled out the first silver thread and put it into the green bottle on the left, but it was difficult to pull out the second thread. The expression on his face was extremely ferocious, as if he was making a life-or-death decision.

"Professor, think about Lily, this is one of your few chances for redemption." Aaron held his right hand and nodded seriously at him.

Snape looked up and saw Aaron's affirmative eyes, and he suddenly felt great courage in his heart.

The second ray of silver successfully fell into the red bottle. Professor Snape seemed to have been drained of most of his strength, and he slumped down in the chair, with fine beads of sweat even covering his forehead.

"Professor, you have a good rest, I won't disturb you." Aaron grabbed the two glass bottles neatly, turned around and walked out of the door.

"There's a problem. There must be something I've overlooked." Snape murmured firmly, but quickly threw the thought out of his mind.

The deal was done, the contract had been signed, and the memories had been given. It was too late for him to regret it.

Moreover, he thought he knew Aaron relatively well, and there would be no harm in revealing the plan to him even if there were no benefits.

"What a fool! No wonder I was deceived by that old bastard Dumbledore for so many years.

Professor Snape, you are really not unjust at all! "Aaron looked at the two glass bottles in his hand and couldn't help but shook his head with emotion.

Contract, the ancestors said that only the contract written by yourself is the real contract, because you never know what traps other people's contracts will have.

When is the most appropriate time to tell the truth?He has the final say on what is the most appropriate time.

If he interferes with the plan, he will suffer the pain of being burned by fire. Will he, the mighty Fire Dragon Slayer Mage, be afraid of being burned?He eats as much as he comes.

From the moment Snape signed the contract, he firmly took the initiative and helped him maintain his dignity and prove his innocence and purity of soul. But what was more important was Dumbledore's plan. .

He has a deep understanding of how dark the White Devil's heart is. Who knows if his name is included in his plan? He won't be able to sleep well until he understands this.

Back at the Hall of Divine Sound, Klea seemed to know that he would come back and was waiting for him here in advance.

"Why did you go?"

"Business matters, related to my next actions." Aaron couldn't wait to pour the memories in the green bottle into the pensieve. As for the memories in the red bottle... He would not go there casually when it came to Snape's personal privacy. look.

"Whose memory is this?" Klea asked curiously.

"Professor Snape, it's ironic enough to say that the person Dumbledore trusts most in the entire Hogwarts, and even the entire Order of the Phoenix, is not Professor McGonagall, not Hagrid, not Lupin or Moody, or even the savior. Harry Potter, but Severus Snape, who has been working as a double agent, is the only one who knows Dumbledore’s real plan." Aaron grinned proudly, "You tell me Dumbledore When I couldn’t live more than a year, I thought I had to get this memory, but I needed a suitable opportunity.”

"So you picked today?" Klea raised her eyebrows.

"There is nothing we can do about it. Our dean's psychological quality is not generally strong. It was only on the day of Dumbledore's death that his psychological defense was the weakest and he needed comfort the most.

Normally, he would have been too lazy to talk to me. Even after I asked him, he would tell Dumbledore.

But today he didn't even have a chance to regret, and he would definitely not look for Dumbledore, because he wanted the old man to leave as peacefully as possible. "