Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Swish!

The black wand brushed across Voldemort's neck.

A silver light flashed away, followed by a red and blackened blood line.

Voldemort left a meaningful smile, and his body dissipated like sand, leaving only a tattered piece of clothing.

"Huh!" Aaron took a deep breath, "It's over."

"He, is he dead?" Harry asked boldly.

"It should be!" Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead with slightly trembling hands, and sat on the floor in a collapsed state.

After all, it was the first time to kill someone. Although the victim was heinous and wanted to plot against him, he was obviously not mentally prepared.

It was a joy to start. After planning for so long, it finally succeeded.

But after doing it, he was afraid and disgusted for a while. After all, Voldemort's end was too miserable, and it would not be too much to describe it as having no bones left, which left a little psychological shadow on him.

"This is too cruel." Hermione couldn't help frowning as she looked at the pile of debris on the ground.

"You have to recognize the reality. If I didn't do anything just now, we would be the ones who died." Aaron said slowly, his voice was low, but his attitude was quite firm.

"That's right."

A hoarse voice came from the debris, and strands of black air condensed together, forming an illusory and terrifying black shadow floating in midair.

"Fuck!

It's not going to die. "

Aaron shuddered immediately, followed by the three of Harry tremblingly backing towards the corner.

"No, you've already killed me once.

I'm weak, not even a ghost, but I don't die so easily. Sombra looked at Aaron with red eyes, "How does it feel to kill someone for the first time?"

Isn't it wonderful?Make you unable to extricate yourself? "

"Gulu!" Aaron swallowed, "No, I just don't want to try again."

"Not necessarily."

"Dumbledore will be back soon." Harry said threateningly with an anxious face, "If I were you, get out of here quickly."

"That's right, my current situation can't last long, but I can give you a gift before I leave." Voldemort said meaningfully, and then quickly rushed towards the four of them.

The combination of the body made of black mist, the red eyes, and the face without any features looming under the firelight cast a layer of haze on the hearts of several people.

"Burning flames!"

Aaron made a decisive decision, waved his wand, and shot a burst of fire.

But the black shadow passed through this layer of flames without hindrance, and bypassed Abe, who was standing in front of the protector, and passed through his chest.

Aaron's eyes went dark, and he felt dizzy, and gradually closed his eyes.

When he fell down, he vaguely saw three Gryffindors who were terrified but still standing, and couldn't help feeling a little tight in the chest. Why was I the only one injured?

......

A day later, Aaron blinked and saw the somewhat familiar ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sun shines through the window onto the open space in front of his bed, and a neatly dressed cute creature is napping on his right hand.

"Still alive, it seems that I am lucky."

"Of course you're lucky." Snape's voice came from the right. "It's just a little fright, but it's a sweet dream."

"Professor, why are you here?" Aaron turned his head away, but soon fell into a dazed state.

Snape didn't come to visit him, he was also lying on the hospital bed, but his condition was not that good, one arm was wrapped with a thick bandage, which made his face even more grim.

"You, are you injured?"

"What do you think?" Snape asked back, "Voldemort is a strong man on the same level as Dumbledore, and under normal circumstances we are no match for him at all.

With the help of Quirrell's body, he exerted a part of his strength, and even squeezed his life. He fought us face to face with the attitude of failure or benevolence. It is not bad to win miserably. "

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, a little speechless.

Miserable victory?Is that a miserable victory?

When we were cornered by Voldemort, you and Professor McGonagall didn't move at all, probably passed out.

If it was a tragic victory, it was also a tragic victory for Voldemort.

He dragged his half-dead body and forcibly defeated the two deans, although he also entered the countdown to death, and he was absolutely hopeless, otherwise he would never let go of the opportunity to snatch the Philosopher's Stone.

"There seems to be something wrong with your expression!

Are you questioning what I said? "

"No, absolutely not.

It's just...Professor, are you sure it was a miserable victory, not a narrow defeat? "

"Of course it was a miserable victory.

Although we lost consciousness, the last magic also separated his spirit body, without any threat, otherwise do you think you can still live? "

Aaron read the pleasure of getting revenge from Snape's stern expression, and he could see the special joy in his heart, so he reluctantly admitted the answer,

"Where's Professor McGonagall? Is she all right?"

"I am here."

The voice came from Aaron's left, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw Professor McGonagall, who had a bandage on his right arm just like Snape.

"Professor McGonagall, it seems that you are also seriously injured!"

"It's just that the hand holding the wand is hurt a little, but Madam Pomfrey obviously doesn't see it that way, she thinks we need to rest for two days.

Professor Snape is probably doing well. "

"Then what are you still doing here?

Occupy a bed? "

"In the infirmary, you have to listen to the doctor.

Moreover, being hospitalized is not without its benefits. The official affairs of Gryffindor and Slytherin House have been handed over to the headmaster for temporary handling. It's rare to be a little easier! "Professor McGonagall sat up while speaking, took a newspaper from the table, and read it with relish.

It was only then that Aaron noticed that the table next to the two deans was full of gifts, chocolates, famous wines, and flowers.

But there were only a few bouquets of flowers on his table, and nothing left.

"It hurts!

It's so heartbreaking. Although I'm not as popular as you guys, the difference can't be that big! "

"What did you say?" Snape sneered, "Actually, you are more popular than us, the students, teachers, and staff of the four colleges have all visited you, and the two of us are actually more like incidental.

But who made you have a pet with a voracious appetite?Dragons are not as greedy as it is. "

Hearing this, Aaron looked at the dozing Abe thoughtfully.

Then he pressed the faucet hard to wake Abe from his sleep.

Shenglong, whose dream was interrupted, got up a little angry, flapped his claws, and slapped Aaron's palm away.

Just as it grinned its teeth and was about to growl, it saw its owner's unkind face.

Abe's face changed instantly, he pretended to be stupid, and threw himself into Aaron's arms, rubbing his dragon face against his chest.

"Hagrid's magical animals are not exaggerated." Snape said with emotion.

"Stop making trouble, come down to me." Aaron grabbed Abe, put it in front of him, and then pointed to the table with only flowers left, "Don't tell me that you will give me everything I can eat .

I don't feel sorry for those gifts, I just feel that you didn't leave some for your master. "

Abe froze for a moment, then stretched out his paws and began to take things out of his pockets.

Chocolate, fruit, candy, and all kinds of snacks were placed on the table by it, and it piled up into a hill in a short while, which was more than the two professors combined.

"This..." Aaron stayed for a while, then patted it on the head with a light smile, "That's right! Sensible."

"The Untraceable Stretching Curse." Professor McGonagall opened his mouth wide in surprise, "You actually used this kind of spell on a pet's clothes."

"It's not an ordinary pet." Aaron smiled and stroked the dragon, "It's my family, and it followed me when it hatched from the egg.

My parents love it and prepare a lot of things for it, even the recipe is special. "

"Aaron, what kind of creature is it?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

"This...can you not say it?"

"cannot.

You may not know that Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts for keeping a magical animal. "Professor McGonagall said earnestly, "I have no other intentions, I just hope you understand the seriousness of the matter. "

"But Abe is different." Aaron argued, "If it hadn't attacked Voldemort at a critical moment, you and Professor Snape probably wouldn't have injured an arm.

In other words, it indirectly helped you, even saved you. "

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, looked at the white pet in Aaron's arms, and was speechless to refute.

This magical creature suspected of being a dragon sent them a letter, and helped them a lot in the battle, and it was even one of the main contributors to preventing Voldemort's resurrection.

If the crisis passed, he would cling to its identity, and Professor McGonagall would feel a little blush.

"Actually, we don't want to embarrass you, or we can pretend we don't know anything." Snape took a deep look at Aaron, "But Dumbledore already knew.

He's the headmaster of Hogwarts, and he's responsible for figuring out who this magical animal is and... how dangerous it is, so you have to give him an explanation. "