A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

However, my calculations had some oversights. I didn't expect them to arrive so early, and I certainly didn't expect them to only come out when my life was in danger.

"This is the rule, young master, but you really shouldn't use your own life for experiments."

"If we hadn't come, that fatal curse would have struck you."

"I was forced into this by you guys. What other choice did I have but to take a gamble?" Aaron said nonchalantly. If it weren't for absorbing the divine power of the dog talisman, he wouldn't have dared to risk his life even if he had three times the courage.

Genes' lips twitched slightly, then he looked at Voldemort, "Then can we take my young master away? He's not in very good condition right now."

"Do you think that's possible?" Voldemort sneered, and the Death Eaters around him surrounded them, forming a larger encirclement.

Genes shrugged. "The Gaius family doesn't interfere in the affairs of the magical world without a reason, but if the Dark Lord wants to keep the family's heir today, that's a different story."

I think Mr. Malfoy should know something about our families. In your upcoming battle with Dumbledore, whoever we support will have the absolute advantage and will win.

Voldemort smiled, his eyes flashing red as he looked at Aaron. "In that case, we can't let you go even more."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A killing curse shot straight at Genes, who was not surprised at all and immediately raised his wand to retaliate.

The green and white spells collided in mid-air, and countless sparks fell to the ground.

The two spells battled fiercely, and layers of transparent shockwaves spread outwards from the two of them, creating a blank area.

"Charge!" Barty Jr. roared, and the rest of the Death Eaters prepared to attack.

The six guards exchanged glances, then simultaneously thrust their wands into the ground.

Six ice-blue lines connected to form a hexagonal outer ring, followed by the appearance of a huge star, which constituted a defensive barrier.

Countless spells struck the barrier, creating ripples, but that was all.

"My goodness!" Aaron's eyes lit up, feeling a strong sense of security.

This barrier is comparable to an ultimate defensive magic circle, and it was constructed by six beings above the rank of high-level archmage. Even if Voldemort himself were to take action, he would not be able to break it in a short time.

boom!

An explosion suddenly rang out outside the barrier.

Genes and Voldemort completed their first exchange. Genes took three steps back before barely managing to steady himself, while Voldemort only took half a step back, but his expression was not good, even somewhat solemn.

"who are you?"

"Genes Dominic, just a nobody."

"What a joke!" Voldemort laughed in anger. "A high-ranking archmage is a nobody? People would laugh their heads off if they heard that."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone stared in disbelief at Genes inside the barrier.

The Death Eaters looked at each other, but a sense of awe grew in their hearts.

Harry and his friends were also speechless. They were still very weak, but they knew the weight of a Grand Magus. A high-ranking Grand Magus could be an elder in any faction.

“But I really don’t have much of a reputation,” Genes said, shrugging. “I’m just the butler of the Gaius family, and I usually just handle some trivial family matters.”

"I did think you were a Grand Magister, but I thought you were at most a mid-level Grand Magister. I never expected..." Aaron's expression was complicated, and then he said sarcastically, "You've been hiding this for far too long!"

"The main reason is that I don't want to put too much pressure on you, young master," Genes explained somewhat helplessly.

Aaron seemed to realize something, and a bitter smile crept onto his lips.

I thought I was already doing pretty well as a beginner archmage, but I never expected there was always someone better.

A high-ranking archmage leading a group of high-ranking archmages—he probably won't be able to shake them off before graduation.

"I admit your strength is enough for me to take you seriously, but leaving won't be so easy," Voldemort said coldly.

Genes didn't seem to care and simply pointed to the orange-red barrier, "This barrier is the first spell they learned after getting their wands, and it was prepared for this situation."

Don't even mention you, even a Saint Magister would need half a minute to break through.

Furthermore, this barrier can block all pre-set magic, meaning that apparition can be used within it.

A hint of gloom crept into Voldemort's crimson eyes. "There are limitations, aren't there? Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked for my opinion."

“Of course.” Genes sighed, his tone heavy. “The barrier has powerful defensive capabilities, but the people who set it up cannot use other magic.”

In other words, the young master and I can leave, but the others will stay here—the worst-case scenario we anticipated. Six people facing the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters; barring any unforeseen circumstances, at least two will die.

"What?" Aaron's eyes widened. "Isn't this price a bit too high?"

"They are very promising. They are all my students, whom I personally trained, and they all have the potential to become Grand Magisters."

But for the young master's safety, sacrifice is necessary.

"Hey!" Aaron's expression turned particularly unnatural. "Don't make it sound so easy!"

“That’s the reality. After all, we’re facing the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. It would be a bit presumptuous to think we can leave without paying a price,” Genes said seriously. Then, he changed the subject and looked at Voldemort meaningfully. “But if Voldemort is willing to let them leave, that’s a different story.”

Voldemort's expression was uncertain; he knew it was no longer possible to keep Aaron.

These six mages were clearly suicide squads; they were ready to face death at any time as long as they could achieve their goal.

But this means he has broken ties with a powerful wizarding family, and if they support Dumbledore, his reign over the wizarding world will become a distant prospect.

"I'll let you go, but what will I get in return?"

“The Gaius family will not be your enemy,” Genes said matter-of-factly. “The same goes for the other three reclusive families.”

As long as you don't provoke us, we won't interfere with any of your actions in the magical world.

"Why?" Harry Potter asked anxiously, "You have the ability to stop the Dark Lord's power. If you join forces with Dumbledore, you can..."

“Mr. Potter, having the ability does not mean having the obligation,” Genes interrupted. “Unless the Dark Lord’s actions will bring annihilation to wizards, our families have no reason to get involved.”

You wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you too much, but this rule was established when the four families were founded.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort seemed to understand something, and the gloom on his face completely disappeared, even revealing a kind smile.

The four reclusive families are not enemies; they may even be friends.

They won't offer help in times of need or support either side, but they will certainly add to the glory of those who are already successful, maintaining order for the victorious side, which doesn't conflict with their objectives.

“No wonder your families have been able to exist for thousands of years,” Voldemort said approvingly. “I like people who know when to yield. I can let you go.”

Genes and Aaron exchanged a glance, thinking that Voldemort might have misunderstood something.

Being pragmatic wouldn't have allowed a wizarding family to exist and thrive for thousands of years. The reason these families were able to stand safely behind the scenes, watching the rise and fall of dynasties, was entirely due to the abundance of talented individuals and the legacy left by their ancestors.

However, it's better to keep a low profile; there's no need for them to explain to Voldemort.

Chapter 412 Trading with Moon Drops? You Need to Find a Way to Save Yourself

"But before I let you go, I have one small question," Voldemort said seriously, his wand pointing directly at Aaron. "I won't actively seek to be your enemy, but will you actively seek trouble with me?"

“No, I can guarantee that,” Genes said.

"Don't speak too definitively," Voldemort said with a meaningful smile. "After all, Mr. Gaius is a friend of my enemy, and I may very well help him in the future."

"You can rest assured about that. If the young master takes the initiative to intervene in the disputes of the magic world, that is his personal behavior and has nothing to do with the Gaius family."

If he dies in this conflict, it will only be because he was outmatched, and the Gaius family will not hold you responsible.

Aaron blinked blankly, and it took him a while to come to his senses. "I'm starting to doubt again whether I'm their biological child."

"There is no doubt about that, the young master is definitely his biological son."

What I just said is also a family precept, intended to prevent certain heirs from acting impulsively and using their status to drag the family into unnecessary trouble.

Aaron: ......

That sounds a bit odd, like it's a veiled criticism.

"Then there's no problem, you can go now!" Voldemort said generously.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then looked at the others tied to the pillar. "Could you untie them too?"

"Aaron, don't you think you're being a bit greedy?" Voldemort sneered. "I'm letting you go partly because it would be a waste to kill you, and partly because you won't become my enemies."

But they would clearly be my enemies. Although I don't care about these few ants, they would still make me uncomfortable.

Aaron turned to look at Genes, hoping he would help him out.

Genes pretended to rub the fist mark on his face, completely ignoring it.

He was only responsible for saving his own young master; what happened to the others was none of his concern.

Cedric and the others couldn't help but feel disappointed when they saw this.

Unexpectedly, even at this point, they still couldn't escape their fate of death, but they also knew they had no right to blame others for not helping them.

"But if you're willing to agree..."

"I will not serve you, no matter how much you plead."

“I can see you won’t give in,” Voldemort said calmly. “What I mean is, you can become my student. If you agree to be my student, I will release them immediately.”

I will teach you all the dark magic I know without reservation, something Hogwarts can't do, and neither can Dumbledore.

"hehe!"

Aaron curled his lip in disdain, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

That's right, it's disdain.

Is he lacking teachers? Let's look into the more than twenty ancestors.

Besides those old fogies, his house also has a huge library, which contains all kinds of knowledge.

"Looks like they're not interested. Well then, let's watch them die!"

"Wait a minute," Aaron said hastily, then hesitated for a moment before looking at Voldemort. "Perhaps we can make a deal, a deal you can't refuse."

"Tell me about it," Voldemort asked with interest.

Aaron let out a long breath and took a small bottle of purple solution out of the magic circle.

“This is…” Genes’ pupils contracted slightly.

"I obtained this by chance during my travels," Aaron said with a straight face, spouting nonsense. The Moon Drop was a system reward, but it was possible that such a magical potion had existed in the magical world before.

"do you know?"

“I know a little about it.” Genes nodded solemnly. “It’s a magical potion made from the essence of moonlight. The preparation process is extremely complicated, the yield is very low, and it can even affect the surrounding environment and the will of living beings to a certain extent.”