A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Barty Jr., Lucius, and the other Death Eaters were about to draw their wands to help, as they saw the duel as full of unexpected elements and anything but normal.

"Don't interfere, let me finish him off," Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters. "Don't move without my orders, he's mine."

The Death Eaters stopped in their tracks and tacitly surrounded Voldemort and Harry.

"It's been triggered." Aaron breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "Maybe he really can get his life back."

“Trigger what?” Cedric asked.

"A flashback spell." Genes smiled meaningfully. "Young Master should have expected this long ago!"

"Did you know they would cast this spell?" Fleur asked.

"Pretty much." Aaron shrugged. "After all, my great-uncle owns a wand shop, and he has a good memory. He can clearly remember every wand he's sold."

He told me that Harry Potter's and Voldemort's wands were made from the same phoenix feather, making them practically brothers in the wand family.

The spells cast by the two wands were locked in a stalemate, which was the condition for triggering the Flashback Charm.

As they spoke, a bright golden light appeared at the point where the red and green lights clashed.

A shimmering golden thread connected Harry and Voldemort's wands and shot upwards, forming a huge dome-shaped barrier that enveloped the two of them.

"He actually managed to fight the Dark Lord to a draw." Cedric stared at the scene in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"That's really overthinking it. All we can say is that neither of them can do anything to the other until the connection is broken."

This is the biggest flaw of wizards in this era: they rely too much on their wands.

Even the Dark Lord needs a wand to better control his magic; it's truly ironic that a peak Archmage was held back by a student who wasn't even a true Archmage.

"So that's why you learned magic circles?" Krum asked.

"I was forced into it, but it seems worth it now. At least I won't rely on my wand anymore," Aaron remarked.

Since the invention of the wand, wizards have been inseparable from it, and wandless spellcasting has even become legendary.

However, it's not entirely incomprehensible. With convenient tools available, who would bother to spend time and energy researching other things?

The three looked at each other, realizing that there were indeed differences between people, but these differences were rather large.

“At least… Harry Potter can last for five minutes, right?” Fleur changed the subject.

"Five minutes was no problem, but in the end, it only saved me from having a bottle of potion."

You can't be so naive as to think that Voldemort will let Harry Potter go after the connection is severed, can you?

"So we can only watch helplessly?" Cedric asked unwillingly.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and immediately gestured for them to proceed.

"If you want to court death, go ahead. I won't stop you."

Cedric glanced at the golden barrier in the distance and the Death Eaters surrounding it, then reluctantly put down his wand. He understood the difference between dying and sacrificing oneself.

"Tch!" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "I've told him how to survive. Whether he can pull it off is up to him."

A red light flashed at the tip of Voldemort's wand, and he let out a muffled groan of pain.

A ball of silvery-white light flew out of the wand, first a head, then an arm and a body.

This is the image of an old man, leaning on a cane, looking at Harry and Voldemort in surprise, as well as the golden barrier surrounding them.

“So… he really is a wizard.” The old man looked at Voldemort. “This guy killed me. We can’t let him go, son.”

"Who is he?" Aaron frowned slightly. "He looks like a Muggle. How could the Dark Lord go after an old man?"

“Young Master,” Genes said as he walked over, “quite a few people have gone missing during your time at Hogwarts: Bertha Jorkins, Barty Crouch, and this one, a Muggle—Frank Bryce.”

This information is from a Muggle newspaper, dated last August, in the village where Voldemort was born.

"I see," Aaron said, suddenly realizing. "He was probably just unlucky enough to discover Voldemort, and then he was silenced."

Then another head appeared, this time a woman. Like the old man, she was curious about her surroundings. Then she looked at Harry Potter, her gaze lingering on his scar for a second.

"Don't let go, Harry, don't let him hurt you."

“This is Bertha Jorkins, the missing witch the Ministry of Magic has been searching for,” Genes introduced.

"Good heavens, they were all killed by Voldemort. Hopefully, Barty Crouch won't appear next!"

No, that can't be. Barty Crouch was killed at Hogwarts, before Voldemort was resurrected!

Another head emerged from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry's hands visibly trembled, while Voldemort's face was filled with resentment.

“Lily Potter,” Aaron said, his eyes wide. He had seen photos of Harry’s parents and had a fairly strong impression of the woman who cast the Bloodline Protection Charm.

“Your dad’s here too. He wants to see you. Everything will be alright, hang in there,” Lily told Harry.

“That’s his…mother.” Fu Rong’s expression was complicated.

"Yes!" Aaron nodded. "If nothing unexpected happens, his father will be next."

This is really interesting. Harry dreamed of seeing his parents again, but the person who granted his wish was Voldemort, the one who caused his family's destruction.

These ghosts are enough to buy him some time, increasing his chances of survival by 50%!

"Again, you three should thank me properly, otherwise you would all be among the ghosts too."

The three looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

A moment later, Harry's father, James Potter, also flew out from the tip of his wand.

He and Lily stood on either side of Harry. "Harry, once this connection is broken, you'll have to get the Portkey."

We can only stay for a short while to buy you time, understand?

Harry nodded seriously. His wand was becoming increasingly difficult to control, but looking at his parents, he held on to it tightly and didn't let go.

“Disconnect, baby, are you ready?” Lily said. “Disconnect, disconnect.”

Harry yelled and forcefully flicked his wand upwards.

The gold thread broke, and the barrier disappeared along with it.

The ghosts of those killed by Voldemort all rushed towards Voldemort, blocking his view.

Harley ran at the fastest speed he had ever seen, knocking aside two Death Eaters before tumbling into a patch of dirt, his right hand just touching the trophy that was emitting a blue glow.

Chapter 414 The Savior's Request: Concealing Part of the Truth

Whoosh!

A flash of colorful light, and Harry disappeared along with the Triwizard Tournament trophy.

"Do not."

Voldemort roared to the sky, his anger so intense that even a perfectly roasted duck wrapped in his mouth could fly away.

“It’s over.” Aaron took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

A group of Death Eaters immediately surrounded them, each with a cold glint in their eyes, but none of them made a move.

"Sigh!" Genes sighed deeply, then said sarcastically, "The Dark Lord may break his promises, but shouldn't the descendants of Salazar Slytherin have some manners?"

"Let them go," Voldemort asked through gritted teeth.

“But…” Barty Crouch Jr. looked troubled.

“I said, let them go,” Voldemort emphasized. “I keep my word.”

The Death Eaters dispersed, making way for them.

Genes smiled slightly, turned around and gave Voldemort a simple bow, then he and six other guards Apparated with Aaron, Cedric and the others.

Hogsmeade village.

The eleven people landed steadily on an open space outside the village.

Seeing the familiar streets and shops, Cedric and the others realized they were finally out of danger.

“Hogwarts isn’t convenient for Apparitions, so this place is perfect,” Genes said, then looked at his hands. “Mission complete, you can go back now.”

“Wait a minute,” Aaron said. “At least introduce me to him!”

"It's been over ten years, and I still haven't recognized everyone. That's a bit much, isn't it?"

“It’s not the right time yet,” Genes said calmly. “Being too familiar with them before you, young master, are capable of protecting yourself will not do you any good.”

Upon hearing this, Aaron was speechless and stopped trying to stop them from leaving.

When they are not familiar with each other, they may act as guards or even suicide soldiers, but once they become familiar, they are prone to acting impulsively. At least he will not treat them as suicide soldiers.

"Thank you so much," Cedric said sincerely. "Thanks to you, we were able to escape with our lives."

“You’re welcome. Saving you was just a side thing,” Genes said bluntly. “Besides, I don’t really like you because your father insisted on bringing me back to the Ministry of Magic during last year’s Quidditch World Cup.”

Cedric: ......

My dad is really brave; this guy was able to have a brief confrontation with the Dark Lord!

"Young master, are you going back to Hogwarts by yourself, or would you like me to escort you a bit further?"

"What do you think?" Aaron said irritably.

"understood."

Genes raised an eyebrow, then turned and walked toward Hogsmeade Village.

Today was quite an exciting day, so it's only natural to go to Three Brooms for a drink to calm my nerves.

"So... shall we go back to Hogwarts now?" Fleur asked, looking at Aaron.

“Of course, I don’t want to sleep outside all night.” Aaron nodded, then changed the subject, “But before that, the three of you have to promise me a few things.”

"What is it?" Krum said. "We will never refuse if it is within our power."

"That's the right thing to do," Aaron praised. "First of all, let's put all our past grievances behind us. Although I'm reluctant to admit it, it was my idea to get to the trophy together. Saving your lives is a way of settling our scores."

“This… isn’t appropriate!” Cedric chuckled awkwardly. “If it weren’t for your idea, we might not have even made it to the door key before being killed by Barty in the maze.”

Fleur and Krum nodded in agreement; the favor they owed this time was extraordinary.

It's easy to say "wipe it off," but they can't quite accept this way of taking advantage of others.

"That's fine then!" Aaron said dismissively.