Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Half an hour passed in a flash, and the Floating Island Conference Room became quiet again.

Professor McGonagall and the others knew as much information as the Order of the Phoenix. As for more information, I'm afraid only Aaron knew about it.

"Do you have any questions?" Aaron asked.

"Yes." Arthur raised his right hand and then focused on Draco, "I don't understand why Malfoy was invited to our meeting."

"It seems that Crabbe and Goyle were also here just now." Fred added.

"Crabbe and Goyle are part of my plan. As for Draco, he is qualified to participate in the meeting." Aaron said and looked at Harry, "As for the reason, I think you can explain it to everyone."

Harry nodded reluctantly, "Draco and his parents recognized me when we were at Malfoy Manor, but they chose to hide it."

"In a sense, Draco spared Harry's life, and I think that's enough reason.

Also last year, Voldemort ordered Draco to kill Dumbledore. It sounded ridiculous, but he really got this opportunity.

However, he did not take action at that time. Even though he was urged or even forced by several Death Eaters, he still did not take action against the extremely weak Dumbledore. "

"That's right," said Harry, "I was there."

"But Lucius and Narcissa are Death Eaters after all." Sirius said worriedly, "What if he has any bad intentions..."

"Well said." Aaron gave Sirius a thumbs up, "So he, Crabbe and Goyle all signed a particularly strict contract.

In addition, if we want to talk about the relationship with the Death Eaters, the Black family seems to be no worse than the Malfoy family! "

Sirius's expression froze, and he smiled awkwardly: "Pretend I didn't say it."

"Tch!" Aaron curled his lips, "In addition, Draco Malfoy has become part of Dumbledore's plan for some special reasons.

As long as he is on our side, Harry's chances of winning against Voldemort will increase by at least 20%. "

After the words fell, everyone looked at Draco curiously.

These gazes made his scalp tingle, and he could only respond with an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Mr. Gaius." Professor McGonagall hesitantly looked at Aaron and his missing body, "This is the first time I have seen the magic of your clone in so many years of living, so... of course if not If it’s convenient, forget it.”

"It's not inconvenient." The Missing Body smiled and shrugged, "At this point, it's really inappropriate to hide it anymore."

"Looks like it's ready."

"I'm really tired from the past few years, and it's not easy to grasp the next situation without enough strength."

Aaron sighed softly, and then stretched out his right hand to the missing body.

The next moment, the missing body's body turned into a point of light and dissipated, but Aaron's own magic power was soaring rapidly. Junior Grand Mage, Intermediate Grand Magister, High-level Grand Magister...

hiss!

Professor McGonagall, Aberforth and the other Grand Magisters took a deep breath, while the others also widened their eyes in astonishment.

Aaron did not hide his magic power. They could all clearly sense how huge his magic power was and could crush almost everyone present.

"I knew it would be like this." Klea laughed happily, "No wonder so many people like to call you little fox. They really got it right!"

"If I didn't hide it, I would have been tortured to death by them." Aaron shook his head speechlessly. The 'they' in Klea's mouth were nothing more than the ancestors of his Gaius family.

If they find out that he has the magic of Nostalgic Body, the time spent attending cram school will definitely double, which is really disappointing just thinking about it.

But now he is not too worried. After marrying a wife and having children according to family rules, he can inherit the position of the clan leader, and no one will be able to control him then.

"Professor, is it okay now?" Aaron said with interest.

Professor McGonagall nodded blankly, having some definite guesses about Aaron's clone magic.

But there are very few high-level magisters under the age of twenty, even in the entire history of magic.

But this is great news for them. Aaron is on their side, which means they are more certain of defeating Voldemort.

"How strong are you now?" Aberforth asked very bluntly.

"If we were able to fight just now, now... it shouldn't be too difficult for me to kill you."

"Understood." A wry smile appeared on Aberforth's lips, "I originally thought that your magic power could be increased by 10% or 20% at most, but... you hide it so deeply!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Aaron accepted it humbly, "But I always hide it deeper than you think."

"I can tell."

"So does anyone else have questions?"

"No, you'd better tell me Dumbledore's follow-up plan!" Harry asked eagerly.

"It's time to get down to business." Aaron snapped his fingers, and the pensieve emerged from the red magic circle. Then the green memory bottle he took out attracted everyone's attention.

Snape hesitated to speak, his expression was not particularly good, "It's not the time for him to know!"

"Professor, I know what's going on." Aaron gave him a reassuring look, then turned to look at Harry Potter, "You, be more conscious and don't let me chase you away."

Harry's eyes twitched, he didn't give him any chance!

Snape said in his heart that he did a great job and he is worthy of being my favorite disciple.

"I..."

"Get out and don't make me say it a second time.

Until then, you can't look at this part of the memory. "

"I know." Harry took a deep breath and walked heavily on the road to the dormitory.

After watching him leave the barrier of the conference room, Aaron used his wand to extract the part of the memory in the green bottle and carefully threw it into the pensieve.

"Everyone, this is the climax and the most important part of Dumbledore's plan.

This part will subvert your cognition, make it difficult for all of you, make some of you collapse, and even make some of you despair..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Sirius stood up, "Let me take a look first."

"Sit down." Aaron glared at him, "Don't interrupt when I'm talking."

"Let's get to the point!" Snape said impatiently, "It's late at night, so don't waste time."

"Okay, Professor."

"Is the difference so big?" Sirius said unhappily.

"Because Professor Snape knows this part of the plan." Aaron said patiently, "With so many people here, it will take a lot of time to watch it in batches, so let's watch it together!"

As Aaron spoke, he walked to the pensieve, pointed his wand at the calm surface of the basin, and recited obscure incantations.

The next moment, a dark gray light flew out of the basin and turned into a curtain floating in the air, while the silver substance in the basin turned into an image and appeared on the curtain.

The scene is Dumbledore's office, and it's dark outside.

Snape sat motionless at his desk, while Dumbledore walked around him while talking.

"The time has come. You have to tell Harry Potter something, but you must wait until Voldemort is at his weakest."

"What do you want me to tell him?"

"That night, when Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow to kill Harry, Lily Potter blocked her son with her body and the killing curse rebounded.

At that time, a fragment of Voldemort's soul attached itself to the only living thing in the house at the time, which was Harry.

This is why Harry can speak Parseltongue, why he can see Voldemort's thoughts, and part of Voldemort's soul lives in Harry's body. "

"So this child will definitely die by then?"

"Yes, I must die.

And Voldemort must do it himself, which is the most important thing. "

boom!

The curtain dissipated, and the silver substance slowly floated back into the pensieve.

But no one paid attention to it. Except for Aaron, Clea, and Snape who knew the memory content, everyone else was in a daze, passively accepting the huge impact of this brief memory.

"Is this fake?" Draco said with difficulty.

"Fake?" Sirius came to his senses, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, "Yes, it's fake, it must be fake.

Aaron, stop making such jokes late at night. How could this be true? "

"As I said just now, you are the one who will be desperate." Aaron shrugged, "I can assure you that this part of the memory is true."

"Fake." Sirius growled angrily, but his tone soon softened, and he looked at Snape almost pleadingly, "I beg you, tell me, Severus, this is your prank." ?

We were very sorry for you before, and pranks are excusable, right? "

Snape was silent, wishing more than anyone else that this was a prank if he could.

A whimpering sound suddenly sounded.

Ginny covered her face, tears falling like raindrops.

Molly hugged her daughter tightly, wanting to comfort her but not knowing what to say.

Lupine's eyes widened in disbelief, and his body couldn't stop shaking. He and Tonks had just found a godfather for their son, and Merlin made such a big joke to them.

"These are the ones who are emotionally broken. The world may be dark in their eyes at this moment," Aaron lamented. "The ones who are left speechless are the ones whose cognition has been subverted. The fate of the prophesied savior will actually be so miserable. "

"So Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux?" Hermione asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly, "Voldemort's seventh Horcrux, the living Horcrux besides the snake?"

“It was an unacceptable truth, so I was being merciful by not letting him see it.

There is no greater joke than a man who is committed to killing Voldemort, only to find that he cannot die while the other person is alive. "

"Shut up." Sirius' eyes turned red and he glared at Aaron fiercely.

"Hey! Be polite to me." Aaron rolled his eyes and said. He understood Sirius's mood very well, but this did not mean that he could be disrespectful to himself.

You've already signed a 'deed of sale' and yet you dare to be so crazy. I can't tell the difference between the king and the king!

"Wait." Aberforth suddenly thought of something, "You seemed to have said before that Albus Dumbledore had made complete preparations for the victory of this war and Harry Potter's life, right? ?”

"It's really hard for you to remember!"

Sirius's eyes flashed with red light, he stared at Aaron, and asked expectantly but extremely nervously: "What do you mean?

Tell me, is Harry going to die? "

"Hmph! Not only will he not die, but his survival rate is only lower than mine." Aaron said angrily, "That old bastard Albus Dumbledore is really cunning.

If I hadn't experienced many things personally, I wouldn't have thought that he would be so sinister. "

"That's a bit too much!" Neville said weakly.

"Haha! Neville, what kind of person do you think Dumbledore is?

Kind, kind, approachable, affable? "

"Isn't it?"

"I don't deny that Dumbledore does have these attributes.

But you missed the most crucial point, you are thick-faced and dark-hearted. Aaron said with anger, "Dumbledore's plan is very rigorous and worthy of everyone here, except for the two and a half Slytherins."

Severus Snape and I count as two, and Draco Malfoy counts as half.

Ever since I got involved, I have been pushed behind by a big invisible hand and have done a lot of inexplicably dangerous work.

As for Professor Snape, after he killed Dumbledore and gained Voldemort's trust, even if he did nothing, his mortality rate was as high as 80%.

As for Draco, the same goes for him. He has a 20% mortality rate even if he does nothing. "

"Can you tell me the important point?" Sirius asked impatiently, "Harry? What is going on?"

Aaron took a deep breath and placed a clean blackboard right in front of the conference room.

"In the last meeting, I analyzed for you the comparison of the combat power between the enemy and ourselves.

In terms of high-end combat power, we have a certain advantage. In terms of overall strength, the Death Eaters far surpass us.

After the melee situation formed, the key to determining the outcome of the war was the battle between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle. "

Aaron said as he wrote 'Tom Riddle' and 'Harry Potter' on the left and right sides of the blackboard, and then marked 'Peak Level Grand Magister' and 'Weak One' under their names respectively. Magister'.

"Compare it." Aaron looked at everyone playfully, "There is no comparison at all. From the perspective of a normal person or even a mentally retarded person, Harry Potter will definitely die without any surprise."

"But in reality? Harry Potter will win, but the process will be a little more tortuous." Aaron lamented, "He has too many advantages, so many that he can defeat Tianhu with a bad deck of cards." Effect."

"Is it because of the prophecy?" Professor Slughorn asked doubtfully, "Or will Tom show mercy because he is a Horcrux?"