A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 662 Crabbe and Goyle surrender, information about the shelter

Silence, wordless silence solidified the air.

Everyone felt that the atmosphere had become extremely solemn, but then Voldemort's sarcastic voice broke the oppressive atmosphere.

"Dumbledore, that old guy is indeed worthy of admiration.

Even though he was dead, he could still arrange for his brother to lead the Order of the Phoenix to resist me, and he could still arrange for Harry Potter to do so many things.

But you don't have any chance anymore. As for the things I lost, I think the Gaius family's secrets are enough to compensate. "

"As long as Harry Potter is alive, we will not give up." Aaron said seriously.

"I appreciate your confidence. Come to the Forbidden Forest to find me at eight in the morning. I hope you can still smile by then.

Afterwards, I will take Harry Potter's body back to Hogwarts, and that will be your last chance to surrender. "

The voice died away, and Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, everything is going according to my plan."

"We have finally reached this point." Moody said solemnly, "You arranged our battlefield in the Forbidden Forest."

"Don't forget to drink the Elixir of Fortune." Aaron shrugged, "In addition, inform all survivors to bring the bodies of the injured and companions to the auditorium to assemble."

"Crabbe, Goyle, you can surrender to Voldemort."

"now?"

“Of course it’s now, this time is just right.

For your father, for your family, for your Master Malfoy. Aaron pointed to the door of the auditorium, "Do you still want to hesitate?" "

The two looked at each other, summoned up a rare courage, and soon merged into the smoke-filled night.

"Can they trust you?" Frank asked worriedly, "After all, their father is a Death Eater."

"Why do you think I signed a contract with them, Mr. Longbottom?" Aaron asked meaningfully, "I am not a hard-hearted person.

Go or not go, I finally gave them another chance to choose.

If they don't go, they can stay out of it and avoid this war safely.

If they go, they will be in certain danger, and there is no way out, but family ties and friendships will have a chance to be preserved.

Their choice did not disappoint me. Although Crabbe and Gower were a little inferior in character, they still had the courage to make choices at critical moments. "

Ten minutes later, the first seriously injured person was carried into the auditorium.

Colin Creevey, a sixth-year Gryffindor, had his abdomen torn apart by a sharp blade, and his extremely weak breathing symbolized that his life was like a candle in the wind.

"He's alive, but he's dying," Oliver Wood said.

"Put them down first!" Aaron said solemnly, and then used amplification spell to raise his tone, "Put all the seriously injured people on the steps directly in front, and Madam Pomfrey and her assistants will treat them uniformly."

"Does this count for me?" Fred looked pale and hugged his withered and disfigured arms, "Maybe I should thank you. Voldemort ordered the retreat when that guy was about to kill me.

She could give me a touch-up, but she only lost one of my arms. It must have been the luck brought by the Elixir of Fortune. "

"Sit on the edge of the podium."

George immediately helped him to the podium, and then followed others to carry the wounded and bodies.

Dozens of corpses were placed in the center of the auditorium, and more than twenty seriously injured people were gathered on the high platform. Among them, Firenze, Lupin, and Creevey all had more air coming out and less air coming in. The rest of them also They were all in a terrible state, and almost everyone was injured.

"More than one-third of the casualties." Moody put down a corpse and said with a look of shame, "If we can go out and join the war, maybe..."

"You won't be able to do anything if you go out." Aaron said bluntly, "Hogwarts tried its best to barely block the Death Eaters' attack.

This castle will definitely not be able to stop Voldemort's next attack.

There is only one way to resolve this crisis. "

"Kill Voldemort." Harry said expressionlessly.

"Yes, you should be ready!"

Harry nodded solemnly, wishing that time would pass faster.

There are still more than two hours before eight o'clock in the morning. These two hours are an excruciating wait for everyone.

"Harry." Ron and Ginny came over. They wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

"I understand." Harry forced a smile, "This will all be over soon, as long as I die."

"Don't say such depressing things," Ginny scolded. "You'll definitely survive."

"Abe." Aaron shouted, and then looked at the steps directly in front of him, "Go and help them!"

The Holy Dragon immediately nodded, spread its wings and flew directly ahead.

A pure white magic circle appeared above the seriously wounded, and dots of white light fell on them, suppressing their injuries.

"I almost forgot that Abe can also do healing magic." George smiled.

"Its magic power can't keep up. It can at most save the lives of these seriously injured people." Aaron said, "And it has consumed enough tonight. It will not be able to participate in the battle tomorrow."

"Professor McGonagall, please record the list of these dead students."

"Okay, I will note it down." Professor McGonagall wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "They are all heroes."

"System, open the auxiliary product column." Aaron sat on the chair, looking at the number of delicious points on the blue interface and couldn't help but shake his head.

There were only three hundred points, and roughly calculated, he had eaten at least more than five hundred meals in the past two weeks.

No, Abe accounted for one-third of the five hundred portions, but even two-thirds meant that his food intake increased nearly ten times.

It’s not that he has to eat so much. He can perfectly control his appetite, but who knows that the fastest way to become stronger through food cells is to eat!

However, the benefits are also obvious. The capture level corresponding to his body has been infinitely close to level five, and his physical strength has been significantly improved.

Aaron glanced at the double-digit ingredients on the product column and opened the food guide.

These days, he has lit up dozens of kinds of delicacies, and the capture level does not exceed level four, but the prices of the huge ingredients are also much more expensive.

After hesitating for a while, Aaron cleared all the delicious points and exchanged them for the cheapest food such as four-leaf clover burgers, steak burgers, and rice bowls.

Three hundred portions should be barely enough for everyone in the auditorium to have a full meal.

"It smells so good!" Professor Slughorn sniffed his nose, "I have never smelled such a fragrance."

"Over there." Professor Sprout pointed to Slytherin's long table, which was filled with strange delicacies they had never seen before.

"Mr. Gaius, did you do this?" Slughorn swallowed.

"It cost a lot of money!" Aaron said with some pain, "It may be a little inappropriate, but we must let everyone eat something to replenish their strength."

Professor McGonagall nodded happily, and immediately arranged a meal for the wounded with Professor Sprout.

The food was so delicious that they had never eaten it before, but no one cared about the taste at this time, all they needed was the energy provided by the food.

...

On the other side, Crabbe and Goyle left Hogwarts.

A few minutes after they ran out, they were caught by Greyback.

"Look who these are?" Greyback joked, "If I remember correctly, you seem to be two of Draco's followers!"

"Yes, that's us." Crabbe said hurriedly, fearing that the werewolf would bite them to death if he disagreed. "Goyle and I's father are both Death Eaters. We ran out and had important information to report to the Dark Lord."

"Important information?"

Greyback's eyes lit up. Important information means credit!

But the next moment he became suspicious. Are these two guys really reliable?

"Let's be honest, Malfoy asked us to come out." Goyle pretended to be anxious, "We have to report quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

"Tell me." Greyback smiled, and the stench in his mouth made the two of them take a step back unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, I just bit a girl to death." Greyback picked his teeth and pulled out a few bloody meat strands.

Ugh~

Crabbe retched, glad he hadn't had dinner.

Gao Er also felt uncomfortable and looked particularly ugly.

"Tch!" Greyback rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "Okay, if you have any information, tell me immediately."

"No." Goyle shook his head firmly, "Malfoy said that we should report to the Dark Lord in person."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Greyback said coldly, "Tell me, wouldn't it be the same if I tell that adult again?"

"It's different." Goyle swallowed in fear, "I know you want this credit, but the Dark Lord won't believe it if you tell me."

"Yes, that's right." Crabbe calmed down, "We have to go to be convincing."

Seeing that Greyback was still hesitant, Crabbe hurriedly added: "You will naturally have a share of the credit for taking us there, but if you don't take us there, if Draco comes back and mentions this matter..."

"Malfoy." Greyback gritted his teeth hesitantly. He was a figure among the Death Eaters, but he was far behind compared to the Malfoy family.

If this contribution could make him appreciated by Voldemort, then he wouldn't mind offending Malfoy, but what if it wasn't worth it?

To put it bluntly, they are greedy and bullying, which means that Crabbe and Goyle have a relatively low sense of presence. As long as Draco is here, he may not dare to stop them.

"By the way, Draco also has an aunt. If she knows..."

Before Goyle finished speaking, Greyback couldn't help but tremble.

Offending Malfoy would be risky at most, but offending Bellatrix would be life-threatening.

"Follow me, and I will take you to see the master." Greyback said sincerely.

Crabbe and Goyle breathed a sigh of relief, but their tense spirits did not relax at all. After all, they had barely passed the first level, and the next step was really thrilling.

After a while, Crabbe and Goyle were brought to Voldemort.

In addition to him, there are also some of his close men here.

Crabbe and Goyle behaved very respectfully. There was nothing wrong with their etiquette, but they were a little nervous and trembling.

"Tell me! What good news have you brought me?" Voldemort asked in a hoarse voice.

"I, we..." Crabbe's voice trembled.

"Speak quickly, Vincent." Crabbe's father said anxiously, "It is very rude to make the Dark Lord wait."

"Shelter, shelter." Crabbe said reluctantly, "There is a shelter in Hogwarts, and all the wizards who did not participate in the confrontation gathered there."

"Yes." Gower nodded, "That shelter was designed by Aaron, and the supplies inside are enough for hundreds of people to use for several years.

Moreover, there is magic protection there, and the defense of the barrier should not be weaker than the one broken by the Death Eaters tonight. "

"Interesting." Yak smiled, "It seems Gaius has been preparing for a long time!"

"Where is the shelter?" asked Barty Jr.

"Slytherin's common room, he built the shelter under the dormitory." Crabbe said something suddenly occurred to him, "It is said that it was originally the secret chamber of the great Salazar Slytherin."

"The secret room?" Voldemort's eyes moved slightly, and then he laughed, "Hahaha, he really found a good place, it is really safe there.

Yes, you two deserve a commendation. The secret room is a place I didn't even expect. "

"How is Draco?" Lucius looked at the two of them anxiously, "Shouldn't you two be with him?"

"Draco is in the Sanctuary. He asked us to report the situation." Goyle said immediately. "He feels that the Order of the Phoenix will eventually use the wizards in the Sanctuary who are unwilling to resist to negotiate with the Dark Lord."

"Hostage." Yake hit the nail on the head, "This is somewhat possible. After all, there are no Slytherins in the resisting wizard team, and many of the Slytherins are the children of Death Eaters."

"Draco." Bellatrix smiled, "He knows how to ask for help. He is a little smart."

"They need someone to rescue them." Snape immediately realized that this might be the opportunity Aaron had arranged for him to escape from the battlefield, and immediately stood up and expressed his stance, "Master, I am willing to lead people over to rescue those students who are loyal to the Dark Lord.

I'm the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and that's my job. "

"I see your loyalty, Severus, but it's not enough." Voldemort touched the Elder Wand in his hand, "You have always served me, but...

To be sure, you can't leave for the time being. "

Snape's heart sank, but his face showed no signs of strangeness, and he silently retreated to his original position.

"Master, let me go!" Lucius begged, "I am willing to take people there, please master."

"Yes, after all, it was your son who sent the information." Voldemort smiled, "Vincent, Gregory, you are responsible for leading the way.

As Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius accept their fate tomorrow morning, I hope you can capture the Chamber of Secrets and destroy their last remaining hope.

But be careful and try not to destroy anything in the secret room. "