A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

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Upon hearing this, Aaron's mind went blank, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.

Didn't I tell you not to tell anyone?

You promised me that too, is this your promise?

"Sorry," Harry said awkwardly, too guilty to look Aaron in the eye.

He didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that Riddle's diary wouldn't reveal the secret, but he never expected it to escalate to such a huge extent.

"Heh! You think an apology is enough?" Aaron sneered, pointing at the curtain wall. "Look closely, my name is written here!"

"I've worked so hard for so long just to avoid being targeted by the big boss behind the scenes, and you, of all people, have sold me out so easily."

"I...I really didn't mean to."

“You better not have done it on purpose, or I’ll strangle you.” Aaron gritted his teeth and grabbed Harry by the collar. “Do you know that I’ve never thought about taking any risks myself, never?”

"I'm just a Slytherin trying to protect myself, why are you treating me like this? What have I done to offend you?"

Harry shook his head blankly, wanting to say something, but swallowed the words back.

It seems that everything he says is wrong now. This is no longer just holding Aaron back; it's dragging him directly into the abyss. No wonder Aaron is in a bad mood.

Harry could only cast a pleading look at Professor McGonagall, hoping she would say a few kind words to at least get Aaron to let him go.

"Sigh!" Professor McGonagall said helplessly, "Time is of the essence now, let's think about how to rescue Ginny first!"

"There's no other way," Aaron sighed. "I'm the only one who can go now."

"No, I disagree," Professor Snape shouted sternly. "Nobody knows what's inside. Besides the basilisk, there might be other dangers."

You don't need to risk your life for Ginny Weasley, and we have no reason to make you, a student, take risks.

"Hehe! Professor, as I just said, I've never thought about taking any risks either."

But thanks to the famous savior, I'm now forced into this situation; they're after me. Aaron gradually calmed down. "How can you be a thief for a thousand days and guard against them for a thousand days?"

There's a saying in our family motto: "If I don't kill him today, he'll definitely find a way to kill me tomorrow."

Since they've set their sights on him, I have no choice but to take action and eliminate him, otherwise I won't be able to sleep soundly anymore.

“Um… Gaius,” Professor Sprout frowned, “your idea is good, but you’re too weak right now. We can think of other ways.”

"Time is running out."

Professor Sprout was speechless upon hearing this.

If they could break this barrier, it wouldn't be so troublesome, but since they can't break it!

“What does the second sentence mean?” Hermione frowned, staring at the numbers on the screen. “One, three, five, seven—these are all odd numbers. Do they represent the year or a code? Or…”

“It’s not that complicated.” Aaron rolled his eyes. “The four numbers add up to sixteen, which means that people under the age of sixteen can walk through the curtain wall.”

Riddle may have already gained the ability to detach himself from the diary; he's confident enough to disregard any of his peers.

“We can go in and help you,” Harry said, mustering his courage. “We’re all under sixteen, and the four of us might not be able to beat Tom Riddle.”

"No, please, I'm begging you, please don't come and drag us down." Aaron was very resistant, as he had a very clear understanding of the abilities of these three Gryffindors.

Hermione is the only one who has some ability, but this isn't an exam, so she can't be of much help.

As for Harry and Ron... well, it's a long story!

If either of these two people were even slightly reliable, he could have easily won against the professors; there would have been no need for him to take such a huge risk.

“But that’s my sister inside,” Ron said defiantly.

"Then stay outside for your sister's sake," Aaron said impatiently. "If Ginny is still alive, I will do my best to rescue her. If she is unfortunately dead, I will do my best to bring her body out intact."

“Ginny must still be alive,” Ron said loudly, but he was also a little unsure, after all, they had seen quite a few skeletons along the way.

"hope so!"

Aaron sighed and walked toward the curtain wall.

“Wait, Gaius,” Professor McGonagall stopped him and said, “you forgot to bring the rooster.”

“It’s no use, Riddle has made ample preparations,” Aaron said regretfully. “This barrier is for living people; roosters can’t get through.”

Upon hearing this, Abe became restless. It was worried about its owner abandoning it to risk its own life, so it spread its wings and flew towards the barrier.

The sharp claws tore sparks from the curtain wall, but the damage to the barrier was limited, and it would always return to its original state in the next second.

Chapter 190 Soul Weapon? A Lingering Ghost

Aaron raised an eyebrow and made a strange sound.

Unlike the sinister language of snakes, the language of dragons is more profound, but it is not something that ordinary people can understand.

Although Abe was reluctant, its owner told it not to waste its energy, so it could only fly to Aaron's side reluctantly.

"Riddle has been setting up this barrier for over a month; it won't be easy to break."

"But you can help me, just wait for my summons." Aaron patted its head meaningfully.

"An army is trained for a thousand days to be used in one battle." I specifically learned summoning magic circles back then, all for this day.

"Aaron, what was that sound you just made?" Harry asked curiously. "That definitely wasn't Parseltongue."

“Dragon language,” Professor McGonagall said with some surprise. “That’s the language of dragons. There hasn’t been a dragon speaker in the magical world for at least a thousand years. No wonder you can keep a dragon by your side.”

“You’re overthinking it, Professor.” Aaron shook his head. “I only learned Dragon Language after I became Abe’s master.”

Something magical might happen to my dragon cub later, so please let nature take its course, but please also take good care of it.

After saying that, Aaron entered the barrier.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged a glance and then rushed toward the barrier, unstoppable by the professors.

"Fuck!"

Upon seeing this, Aaron's eyes twitched incessantly, and his mind was filled with utter turmoil.

Are you three crazy?

Why do you have to be so reckless? Isn't it better to be alive?

“You need help,” Hermione said matter-of-factly. “We just want to make up for our mistakes, and we should have that right.”

"Potter, come out quickly!" Professor McGonagall was anxiously waiting outside. "You won't be able to help even if you go."

"Professors, don't worry, we definitely won't hold you back," Harry said confidently.

“My sister’s life hangs in the balance, and I can’t wait outside like that.”

"You'd better get out here right now, or you'll be expelled!"

“It’s no use, Professor.” Aaron shrugged helplessly. “This barrier allows entry but not exit. Even if they wanted to get out, it would be impossible.”

"What?" Professor McGonagall staggered back a few steps, as if most of her strength had been drained away. If Professor Sprout hadn't caught her in time, she might have fallen to the floor.

"Truly befitting Gryffindor," Professor Snape said sarcastically, then looked at Aaron, "I don't want to put pressure on you, but protect these three idiots."

"I can only say I'll do my best." Aaron didn't dare make any promises, because these three people were really troublesome, and he would be grateful if they didn't drag him down.

Professor Snape paused for a moment. "Then protect yourselves."

"I will do my best in this."

The four of them passed through a narrow passage and descended a ladder into the actual secret chamber.

The room was quite large, and the light inside wasn't particularly dim; visibility was not low.

On both the left and right sides, there are rows of giant serpent stone pillars that support the high ceiling in the pool, adding an eerie touch to the water-filled room.

Aaron watched as Harry, the other two drew their wands, proceeding cautiously and cautiously, as if facing a formidable enemy, taking one step at a time. He couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated.

"The basilisk isn't here, no need to be so nervous."

“How do you know?” Ron countered. “It could be behind one of those pillars, ready to launch a surprise attack at any moment. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.”

Aaron's lips twitched as he explained, "My hearing is more than ten times better than yours. The basilisk is so big, its movements can't be hidden from my ears at all."

“Then you should take out your wand!” Hermione said. “What if we get caught off guard?”

Aaron: ......

Do I have to tell you about my mastery of staffless spellcasting?

When the group reached the end of the secret chamber, a huge statue suddenly appeared before them, pressed against the dark wall.

This was an old and decrepit wizard, with thinning hair and even some baldness, and a long beard that almost reached the hem of his wizard's robes, even more exaggerated than Dumbledore.

It looks rather gloomy, but it is full of majesty.

“Salazar Slytherin, the founder of Slytherin House.” Aaron gave a simple wizard’s salute. “This must have been what he looked like in his old age, but he still exuded immense wisdom.”

“Ginny.” Ron ran quickly to the foot of the giant sculpture, where a red-haired girl lay on the cold floor.

"Ginny, please don't die, please don't die." Harry threw his wand aside and helped Ginny up.

Her body wasn't stiff, unlike the others who were petrified, but her face was completely bloodless, and her body was extremely cold, almost indistinguishable from a dead person.

"Ginny, please wake up!" Ron pleaded, shaking his head twice. "Open your eyes and look at me, please."

"Is she still alive?" Hermione asked worriedly.

“She’s still alive.” Aaron checked Ginny’s breathing; it was incredibly weak and intermittent, but there was no doubt that she was breathing. “However, her condition is very bad, extremely bad; she’s barely clinging to life.”

To be precise, her life is on a countdown; it could be several hours, a few minutes, or even just a few minutes.

"Can you save her?" Ron looked at Aaron eagerly. "I know you can save her; you have that potion."

"Whether or not I save her is not up to me," Aaron said meaningfully, then looked at a black diary not far away. "I'm here now, you should come out too, right?"

Tom Riddle, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, can't be a coward, can he?

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The sound of applause rang out, and a tall boy with black hair emerged from the shadows, though his outline was somewhat blurry.

The moment the figure appeared, Aaron heard the system's voice in his mind, "Congratulations, host, for triggering a new system task."

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