A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Harry Potter."

"What?"

Harry's eyes widened; he knew this moment was bound to come sooner or later, but...

Do you have to be so direct? You should have hesitated at least a little!

“Harry Potter is definitely out of the question. If I were the Dark Lord, I would save him for last.” Aaron pondered for a while and looked at Krum. “How about him?”

He's all brawn and no brains; I've disliked him for a long time.

"As you wish," Voldemort sneered.

Barty immediately raised his wand and pointed it at Krum, whose eyes were closed. "Goodbye, big star."

Avada...

“Wait a minute.” Aaron took a deep breath. “I suddenly remembered that I still owe him a small favor. Let’s postpone his death for a few more seconds!”

How is Cedric?

His father is the Director of the Department of Magical Creatures Control at the Ministry of Magic, which is quite a high-ranking and powerful position.

Using him as a sacrifice to announce the Dark Lord's return is perfectly appropriate.

“I didn’t even know I had this function,” Cedric said with a wry smile. “But my father will stand firmly on the side of resisting the Dark Lord.”

“Then it’s him,” said Barty, raising his wand. “Avada Kedavra…”

"Wait a mininute."

Little Barty's anger flared up immediately. "Don't forget you're just a prisoner."

"Who knows, I might even be the successor to the Dark Lord?"

Maybe I'll agree, so be polite to me.

"you..."

"Make your decision quickly, Gaius," Voldemort said impatiently. "You need to experience the feeling of controlling the lives and deaths of others; it will help you make the right choice."

"Of course, you can choose none of them, and submit to me now, and I will spare their lives immediately."

"Including Harry Potter?"

Voldemort sneered, "You can only decide the fate of those three; Harry Potter is not included."

"That's ridiculous," Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "I don't even know them well, there's no need for me to sign a contract of servitude just to save them."

So... if you're going to kill me, just kill me. Don't make me choose, okay?

"Ladies first, then!" Voldemort raised his wand with a meaningful look.

Furong kept her eyes closed and appeared quite calm, seemingly accepting her fate.

"This won't do, this really won't do." Aaron hurriedly interrupted Voldemort. "She owes me several favors, it would be a shame if she just died like this."

“It seems Mr. Gaius still has some hope for Dumbledore!” Voldemort shook his head regretfully. “Even now, he’s still trying to stall for time.”

"That's not true," Aaron said with a sheepish laugh.

"Little Barty, show him with your actions that he shouldn't try such petty tricks."

“Yes, ma’am.” Barty Crouch Jr. gave Aaron a provocative look and teased, “I’m quite good at this kind of thing. I still remember the screams of the Longbottoms.”

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"what......"

Furong screamed shrilly, her voice incredibly shrill.

She had never felt such intense pain before, as if countless red-hot knives were slicing through every inch of her skin.

"Stop," Aaron said bitterly. "I'll choose, I'll choose, okay?"

Barty Crouch Jr. reluctantly put down his wand, saying, "If you had done this earlier, none of this would have happened."

Aaron looked at Fleur and said with some difficulty, "I'm sorry, perhaps the only thing I can do now is to let you die a quick and painless death."

Furong nodded blankly; the Heart-Rending Curse was truly something no human could withstand.

"Krum, do you have any last words?"

If I have the chance in the future, I will pass on your message.

"Please tell Hermione Granger..."

"Okay, I understand."

"Don't speak yet. Don't think too much before you die." Aaron interrupted him, then looked at Cedric, "Um... do you have any last words?"

“Give my body to my father,” Cedric said very seriously.

"I try my best."

"Have you finished confessing?" Little Barty said calmly. "This is the first time I've ever been so hesitant when killing someone."

"Just say one more word." Aaron sighed, then walked up to Fleur. "You..."

“Don’t let Gabrielle be too sad,” Fleur blurted out. “I, as her older sister, can’t take care of her anymore.”

“Please close your eyes and don’t open them.” Aaron took a deep breath, turned his back to Fleur, and pointed his thumb behind him. “Fleur Delacour, she goes first.”

Barty Crouch Jr. chuckled coldly, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Water Mirror!"

A row of red, yellow, and blue magic circles stood in front of Hibiscus.

The green killing spell struck the magic circle, and after a brief stalemate, its direction began to shift slightly, even showing signs of turning back.

Little Barty raised an eyebrow, intensified his spellcasting, and a more powerful magical impact rippled through the magic circle.

Aaron's hands trembled incessantly, and the little magic that his Thought Body had just recovered was completely drained away. Now he was truly struggling in his death throes.

boom! boom! boom!

The three magic circles shattered one after another, but the Killing Curse also deviated from its course and was bounced back onto a tombstone.

“Not bad magic,” Voldemort exclaimed. “It can even deflect the Killing Curse. It’s a pity your magic power is not enough, otherwise my servant would have died from his spell.”

"I originally planned to keep this magic for my own Apparition teleportation," Aaron said with a helpless, bitter smile. "But in the end, I couldn't just stand by and watch them die."

"You can rest assured that the place where you are being held cannot be used for apparitions."

"Little Barty, Mr. Gaius is very resistant to making a choice, so you'd better do it!"

"Yes, Master."

Barty smiled coldly and unleashed a killing curse straight at Delacour.

Aaron gritted his teeth, stood in front of her, and then tightly closed his eyes.

"No!"

Voldemort roared angrily.

Barty was also extremely flustered. Voldemort valued Aaron highly, and if he died like this, he might face some kind of punishment.

Just then, a dazzling white light appeared in front of Aaron, repelling the Killing Curse and sending Barty flying.

At the same time, six other figures landed around Aaron, forming a circle to protect him.

The sudden turn of events gave the bound men a glimmer of hope. They didn't know who had come, but anyone who could drive back the Death Eaters was definitely on their side.

"Who are you people?" Voldemort asked coldly. He could sense that these people were not weak; any one of them could probably take on three Death Eaters single-handedly.

The leader, in particular, made him feel a sense of danger.

"Nice to meet you, Voldemort," Genes said politely. "We are not your enemies; we have come here only to ensure the young master's safety."

After saying that, Genes turned to Aaron and said, "Young Master, we're not too late, are we? It was a close call!"

Chapter 411 An Unknown Soldier? The Dark Lord's Compromise

boom!

Without saying a word, Aaron punched Genes in the left cheek.

Although he was extremely exhausted, he still forced himself to throw that punch, pushing his physical limits.

Genes rubbed his sore cheek and forced a smile, "If young master is still not satisfied, he can punch you a few more times."

Aaron took a few deep breaths, barely suppressing his anger. "This is the first time I've seen you all gathered together since I was born. It's quite a rare sight."

However, I sent out my distress signal almost an hour ago; you should have arrived long ago even if you were traveling by donkey cart!

After a moment's hesitation, Genes said seriously, "This is the rule of the Gaius family. To prevent future generations from abusing their power, we cannot intervene unless your life is in danger, young master."

"Don't try to fool me with those ridiculous rules. I just have one question: when did you arrive?"

"We arrived after you sent out your distress signal, young master, but we concealed ourselves using special methods."

Upon hearing this, Aaron's temper flared up instantly, and the anger in his eyes seemed to solidify into a tangible form.

"So...you just watched me get injured, bleed, and fight to the death, and then you did nothing?"

“You can’t say that,” Genes immediately explained. “We were prepared as well.”

Rollo recorded your entire battle and will make a copy to give to Miss Adrian when he gets back; this was at her request.

Anna prepared healing elixirs, bandages, sedatives, and painkillers, but young master, you probably don't need Phoenix Tears since you already have them.

We've analyzed the relative strengths of both sides. If we really have to intervene, we need to consider the worst-case scenario: if two of us lose, we should be able to protect you, young master, and ensure your safe evacuation.

Aaron paused for a moment, looked at the remaining few people, and found that they all had expressions of resignation on their faces. He was speechless for a moment, and his raging anger subsided by half.

He wanted to curse, but even if he had no conscience, he couldn't be rude to the people who were risking their lives to protect him.

"You went to great lengths to stall for time just to wait for them?" Voldemort asked thoughtfully. "These are your guards?"

“Otherwise?” Aaron slowly pulled open his sleeve, revealing the World Tree pattern. “If I hadn’t seen you use the Dark Mark to summon Death Eaters, I would have almost forgotten that I also have a mark.”

To be honest, I never counted on Dumbledore, because Moody, no, Barty Crouch Jr. is here.

He disguised himself as one of Dumbledore's most trusted men, and he should have been fully aware of the year's plans. He would never have appeared in this cemetery if he wasn't absolutely certain.