A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 663: The quality of spies is so high, where is the dog charm?

"Okay, I understand." Aaron murmured, and then looked at the members of the Order of the Phoenix who still had the energy to attend the meeting, "My spy told me a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Bad news." Aberforth said without thinking. "Past experience tells me that it is right to hear the bad news first."

Aaron's mouth twitched, "It's better to hear the good news first!"

"Crabbe and Goyle succeeded. When we go to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow, Voldemort will send part of his troops to the Hall of Gods. It is estimated that many people will be killed."

"What about the bad news?" Sirius asked.

"The bad news is that Voldemort discovered the Elder Wand's resistance to him, and he kept Professor Snape by his side. If nothing else, he has already developed murderous intentions."

"This..." Sirius was silent for a few seconds, "Severus has long been prepared to sacrifice. I'm afraid we can't save him."

"That's not necessarily the case." Aaron placed a bottle of emerald green potion on the table and pointedly said: "I have had this bottle of potion for six or seven years, and it will come in handy."

"Isn't this to provide insurance for Harry?" Sirius said with an embarrassed and embarrassed look on his face, "Harry is the key to this war."

"Do you think Severus Snape should die?" Aaron asked.

"No, that's not what I meant, and I don't want Snape to die either."

"Then shut up." Aaron gave him a sharp look and continued: "Professor Snape has worked for Dumbledore for more than ten years. You can see his achievements in your memory. He does not deserve to die.

Besides, this potion belongs to me, and no one but me has the right to control it.

And I am a student of Professor Severus Snape. Students do not want their teacher to die. Do any of you have any objections? "

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in shock.

Now that it's all said and done, do they dare to have any objections?

"Harry." Aaron took out a red glass bottle, which contained strands of silver memory, "I had a hard time convincing Professor Snape to get this thing.

The memory in the green bottle is Dumbledore's plan, and what is contained in this bottle is Professor Snape's last words, which he left to you alone.

I promised him that I can only show it to you after he is dead.

Although he is not dead yet, his life has entered a countdown.

So I give you a choice, watch it or not watch it, you decide for yourself. "

Gulu!

Harry swallowed hard and was at a loss for a moment.

Aaron put the memory bottle in his hand without any explanation, and then pulled the pensieve to him.

At this moment, Harry only felt that the bottle in his hand was hotter than a red-hot iron. His intuition told him that Snape's 'last words' would have an extremely huge impact on his soul, even more powerful than Voldemort's Horcrux. Be thrilling.

Harry instinctively wanted to throw the bottle as far as possible, but somehow he clenched it tightly in his hand, but his legs unconsciously distanced themselves from the pensieve.

"You want to see it but you don't dare to see it, or you don't dare to see it now?" Aaron chuckled, "It's actually not that troublesome. As long as Professor Snape is still alive, it's not that scary.

By the way, when you took your first Potions class, Professor Snape asked you a question. Do you remember? "

Harry nodded. He had disliked Snape ever since.

“What do you get if you add narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?”

"The water of life and death, I already know the answer."

"But that's just a superficial answer." Aaron sighed quietly, "In fact, if this question is interpreted in the flower language of plants, it has another meaning: I feel very regretful for the death of your mother.

I haven't read the memory in your hand, but if I'm not wrong, this memory should mention some relatively distant past events, such as why he feels regret. "

Boom!

A thunderbolt exploded in Harry's heart. He took two steps back and fell onto the bench.

"Don't let him die, please, don't let him die." Harry said incoherently.

“Of course, I’ll put the pensieve away first.

After this battle, if you still want to watch, go to the principal's office! "

...

Forbidden Forest, eight o'clock in the morning.

The sun shines on the soil through the gaps between the leaves, and the air is mixed with the faint smell of blood, symbolizing the brutality of the battle last night.

Voldemort waited patiently here with Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr., and Jacques Mons. In addition to them, there were a large number of Death Eaters.

Aaron and Harry arrived as promised, and Voldemort was not disappointed.

"Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, you finally come to die."

Harry's face was expressionless, he didn't say anything, and he was ready to die calmly.

And you, Mr. Gaius, do you regret signing that contract with me? "

"It would be a lie to say that I don't regret it." Aaron said regretfully, "If I had known what it would be like today, I might as well have gone head-to-head with you two years ago."

"Can you fight it?" Little Barty teased.

“It’s hard to say if you are desperate, but you are still 30 to 50 percent sure of escaping.

But now that it’s over, there’s nothing much to say. I’ve gained two years of growth, and I have to face dozens of times more enemies than before, so it’s not a loss after all. Aaron was talking eloquently, and then suddenly thought of something, "Where is Professor Snape?" Why don't you see him? "

"Severus?" Jacques hesitated for a moment, then carefully pulled out a body wrapped in a black robe from behind a big tree.

"Snape." Harry's expression trembled, but Aaron glanced over, and he immediately calmed down, and quickly changed his expression to one with a little pleasure.

Snape was still a Death Eater, Dumbledore's murderer, and a damn traitor. He had to think this way and not let Voldemort see any flaws.

"He just died, and the blood is still hot. If you don't believe it, come here and have a test." Yake pointed out. The countdown has started in one hour. If the master wants to save him, it is best to control the time.

"Alas!" Aaron pursed his lips, "I don't understand. Professor Snape is considered loyal to you, and you just kill him like this."

"It is indeed a pity." Voldemort said with some nostalgia, "Unlike other people, Snape is very valuable to me. He is a loyal and good servant.

The Elder Wand cannot work well for me because I am not its master yet. Its master is Snape. Only by killing him will the wand surrender to me.

When I mentioned this to him, I expected him to resist, or at the very least be angry.

But he was willing to die, took his time, and even begged me to kill him. He proved his loyalty to me by dying.

I am very pleased. After this war is over, I will hold him a funeral of the highest standard. In the era of Voldemort, Severus Snape's name will continue to be passed down and everyone will remember him. "

Aaron: ...

Professor Snape, you are really awesome!

Doing this as a traitor is enough to leave a name in the history of magic.

"Okay, let's get down to business!" Voldemort said coldly, "I have to be worthy of Snape's sacrifice. Harry Potter, please come and try the power of the Elder Wand!"

Harry glanced at Snape's body, then met Aaron's affirmative eyes, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"You still have some backbone." Voldemort laughed ferociously and pointed his wand at Harry.

"Avada Kedavra."

There was a flash of green light, and Harry fell straight to the ground.

The place hit by the curse felt like a heavy punch, but he could feel his breathing, his heartbeat, and he was indeed still alive.

"Don't move, you're already dead."

Harry suddenly heard Aaron's voice, and immediately maintained his landing position, staying motionless and trying to weaken the sound of his breathing as much as possible, but the beating of his heart could not be stopped.

Harry Potter was dead, but the Death Eaters did not cheer, because their master also staggered to the ground, as if he had been counterattacked by some force.

"Master." Bellatrix immediately helped Voldemort up, "Master, master, are you okay?"

"I don't need your help." Voldemort said coldly. After standing up, he looked at Harry Potter who was lying on the ground. "Is that boy dead?"

"Dead." Aaron said matter-of-factly, "If you don't believe it, ask someone to come over and check it out!"

"Master, let me go!" Bellatrix volunteered.

"It's really boring. Is it so laborious to examine the corpse?" Yake walked forward directly and turned Harry Potter's 'corpse' over.

He carefully checked his heartbeat, which was very healthy, and then carefully checked his breath, which was very weak, and then opened his eyelids, and his green eyes were bright.

Harry was almost desperate. Is it necessary to torment people like this?

"Have you had enough fun?" Aaron asked angrily, "Are you going to desecrate a corpse?"

Yake smiled slightly, touched his chest and saluted briefly, then stood up and said to the Dark Lord: "He is indeed dead."

The Death Eaters immediately cheered, and beams of red and silver light were shot into the sky to declare victory.

But Harry's heart was filled with turmoil. He glanced at Jac Mearns standing in front of him out of the corner of his eye, and immediately understood something.

hiss!

It’s confirmed that Jacques Mons, the wizard who was regarded as a confidant by Voldemort, was the spy arranged by Aaron.

Is it just that the overall quality of spies is so high these days?

"Did you see that? Harry Potter is dead, and no one can threaten me anymore." Voldemort laughed proudly, "The prophecy is over.

Then it's time to do something else, what do you say, Gaius? "

Aaron sighed, then looked at Yak, "Can you move Harry's body first?"

"No problem, after all, the Dark Lord still needs his body to persuade the die-hards guarding the castle to surrender." Jacques hugged Harry and lowered his voice in his ear, "Don't move, and don't show any signs. Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind using dark magic to help you.”

Harry:......

You'd better use dark magic to help me!

Pretending to be dead was much more difficult than he thought.

Jacques solemnly handed Harry's body to Narcissa Malfoy, and gave her a look that could only be understood but not explained, "Watch it carefully, don't lose this body."

Narcissa felt the weak breath coming from the tip of the 'corpse''s nose, and her pupils suddenly opened a little wider. She was much smarter than the others, and she immediately understood the relationship between Jacques Mons and Aaron Gaius. Relationship.

"Okay, I will definitely keep an eye on him." Narcissa promised, implying that she would not let anyone else touch Harry Potter's body.

"Very good, Lucius and Draco should be at the shelter by now, I believe your family will be able to meet again soon.

In addition, there may be big disturbances in Hogwarts. You don't need to pay attention, but protect yourself. "

Narcissa's eyes flashed with joy. It seemed that her husband and son were safe.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but growl like a groundhog in his heart.

He finally understood why Aaron was so confident that this war was a joke in his eyes. He, the savior, felt that he did not come to the Forbidden Forest to die, but to visit the Forbidden Forest.

"Mr. Gaius." Voldemort smiled, "According to the contract, you should tell me a more perfect path to immortality."

"Are you sure you want me to say it here?" Aaron pointed to the many Death Eaters behind him, "Does it really not matter if they hear you?"

"Close your ears and listen." Voldemort simply set up a soundproof barrier to cover him and Aaron. "Sorry, I was too excited just now. It's okay now."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat seriously, "There is an octagonal rune stone, about the size of an egg, with a yellow dog pattern engraved on it, which is called a dog charm for short.

The dog charm has magical power, and whoever possesses it will have the power of immortality. "

"Eternal life?" Voldemort's red eyes immediately glowed red, "Are you sure you have eternal life?"

"There is also immortality." Aaron added, "Possessing the Dog Talisman can keep a person's physical condition in its prime. Even if it is beheaded or quartered, it can be restored to its original state, but it also has certain flaws."

"What flaw?" Voldemort asked immediately.

"The dog charm can make people immortal, but it itself is relatively fragile. A spell can break it into powder."

"This is nothing?" Voldemort didn't care. He could think of countless ways to protect the talisman, and if he wore it close to his body, no one would have the chance to destroy it.

“It can only make the holder immortal, but not immune to disease or curses.

For example, if you are cursed and have to endure great pain every day, the dog charm cannot solve this problem. "

Voldemort curled his lips in disdain. He was the Dark Lord, and he was proficient in countless dark arts. Who could really play with curses than him?

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me where the dog charm is?"

Aaron smiled playfully, "I don't know."