A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

As for how this power was obtained...

Aaron paused for a few seconds, whetting everyone's appetite, before grinning and revealing an innocent smile. "I killed it, piercing its heart with a black arrow forged by the dwarves."

He bathed in dragon blood, then devoured its dragon soul with the Dragon Slayer Crystal, and buried the crystal inside his own body.

Compared to that kind of pain, the excruciating agony is like a tickle. You will feel your body, flesh, bones, and even every cell being burned by flames. It's not that you're worse than dead, but that you can't live and you can't die.

Fortunately, I survived and then mastered Dragon Slayer Magic.

Everyone:......

Why make it sound so understated?

Voldemort seemed to have thought of something, and glanced at Abe flying in mid-air without leaving a trace. His cold gaze made the five-year-old Holy Dragon shiver.

"Forget about it," Aaron scoffed. "The key is the Dragon Slayer Crystal. Without that material, even if you wiped out all the dragons in the magic world, you still wouldn't be able to master Dragon Slayer Magic."

Moreover, I killed a dragon king of Saint-level magic, and I can only use this magic power under special circumstances.

Unless you can find a similar, or even stronger, dragon-slaying magic is practically useless to you.

"You must be very confident now, right?" Voldemort's lips twitched, and he snorted with dissatisfaction. "You've temporarily become a Grand Magister, and a mid-level one at that. With all those tricks you come up with, you might be able to put up a fight with me."

"Good to know," Aaron said bluntly. "This is the capital to trade lives for lives."

“I don’t deny it, but how long can you hold out?” Voldemort asked meaningfully. “This power is something you’ve temporarily borrowed, and it’s dissipating very quickly. If I just stall for a little while, you’ll become weak or even fall into a coma.”

"That reminds me." Aaron realized this and decisively launched an attack.

His half-dragon form greatly enhanced his speed, strength, defense, and magic power. He could also easily wield various elemental magic and dragon-slaying magic techniques, and their power was even greater than before.

Voldemort seemed determined to avoid direct confrontation, using Apparition to dodge back and forth, only raising his wand for passive defense when he couldn't avoid it.

This makes the scene look extremely bizarre. The mighty Dark Lord seems to be severely suppressed, extremely disheveled but enjoying it, while Aaron has the upper hand, but his face shows impatience and he only wants a quick victory.

With their respective masters engaged in battle, Abe and the Death Eaters naturally resumed their previous fight.

Meanwhile, outside the execution chamber.

The thought received the memories and thoughts of the original body, and a smile involuntarily appeared on its lips.

"Has it awakened? That's quite an unexpected surprise."

"This way, we can make some changes to our previous plans. Relying on a sneak attack to gain the upper hand and then looking for an opportunity to escape is ultimately a poor strategy. I personally prefer peaceful negotiations!" the thought muttered, then pointed its wand at the door.

boom!

The black door was blown off and landed heavily in the center of the battlefield.

The two sides that were fighting stopped tacitly. Aaron naturally knew who had come, but after glancing at the Death Eaters and Harry and the others who were tied up, he immediately put on the same expression, a mixture of tension, anticipation and solemnity.

They didn't know whether the visitors were friend or foe, but forcibly breaking down the door was a signal that the visitors might not be weaklings.

At this point, Voldemort's side still held a certain advantage, but if the external forces were strong enough and joined Aaron's side, the situation would be hard to predict.

The Missing Body didn't keep everyone waiting long; it confidently strode in, head held high.

"Abe? Death Eaters? And the Dark Lord, looks like they're fighting fiercely!"

"Aaron?" Harry looked at the newcomer in disbelief, then at Aaron, who was now half-dragon below, and was completely dumbfounded.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm Allen, and Aaron is my twin brother." The thought entity spoke nonsense with a straight face, putting itself in the position of the older brother.

After all, he needs to create a persona for himself, a persona of an older brother who would risk his life to protect his younger brother.

Only those who are fearless and willing to fight to the death can make these lunatics wary.

The thought-provoking entity looked at Harry's forehead with a meaningful gaze. "You must be Harry Potter. Aaron has mentioned you to me more than once, and Sister Adrian has mentioned you once or twice as well."

"Seeing is believing, indeed! Your ability to court disaster is truly professional."

Harry:......

"Uh... thank you for the compliment, could you let us go first?"

“I’m afraid that won’t work,” the thought entity said matter-of-factly. “I’m not familiar with you. I don’t know if releasing you would benefit me, but there would definitely be downsides.”

“No wonder they’re brothers.” Ron said speechlessly, “Their code of conduct isn’t just similar, it’s exactly the same.”

Roar!

Abe roared excitedly, "Master, you've finally arrived!"

"Don't get too excited," the thought immediately said in dragon language. "Keep it down and don't give yourself away."

Even with me, I might not be able to defeat Voldemort. I need to make him wary before we can have a proper negotiation.

"Why are you here?" Aaron feigned a puzzled look.

"What do you think?" The longing body rolled its eyes at him, annoyed. "If you go against the family rules, no one will come to help you. The only one who can help you is your own brother."

"Do you know what this means?" Voldemort's forehead creased with a few more black lines. The intelligence he had gathered indicated that Aaron was an only child, but now it seemed that the intelligence was wrong. This twin brother had never appeared, or had appeared but no one recognized him.

"Of course I know, but it doesn't matter." The thought waved its hand. "It's just that I can't stay out of trouble, but that's not that important to me."

Besides, the research I'm about to undertake will require me to leave the magical world for a long time, so even if a wizarding war breaks out, it won't affect me at all.

My younger brother is too conservative; he always longs for a stable life. But I'm different from him; lying down and giving up is not my pursuit.

However, we do have some things in common: neither of us likes trouble, and both understand the importance of strength.

As he spoke, the thought entity raised its right hand, and a ball of crimson flame slowly burned in its palm. "I also know dragon-slaying magic, although I'm still some distance from becoming a dragon."

“I’ll kill these Death Eaters for you, and then we’ll fight the Dark Lord together with Abe.”

With your awakened power, plus ours, the outcome is barely a 50/50 chance.

"Fifty-fifty?" Aaron feigned a conflicted expression. "That's too low!"

"What do you know?" the thought-provoking entity lectured solemnly. "No one has the certainty of victory in battle, but life can create opportunities for victory."

Since you're my brother, I'll create this opportunity for you... Even if I can't kill him, I can severely injure him. Then you can decide whether you want to finish him off or take the opportunity to escape.

But you have to promise me that if I accidentally die, you have to avenge me. Gaius... isn't someone to be trifled with.

Voldemort: ......

Is this guy always risking his life? Where did this lunatic come from?

"Wait, brother, give me some time." Aaron hurriedly interrupted him, then looked helplessly at Voldemort and stated his purpose directly, "I think we can have a good talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" Voldemort asked knowingly, pursing his lips.

“Let’s sign a contract!” Aaron took a deep breath. “Let us leave, and don’t bother me for a year. As for what happened today, let’s pretend it never happened.”

"Why?"

"Get out of my way!" the longing body snapped angrily. "When are you going to change this cowardly nature of yours?"

"I'm not afraid of trouble, I'm afraid you'll die here," Aaron roared. The thought form froze for a moment, then stood there in perfect unison.

"You have already received the prophecy, so tonight's operation cannot be considered a failure."

"Of course, if you're still not satisfied, then I'll have no choice but to do as he says," Aaron said earnestly to Voldemort. "When you possessed me just now, you must have witnessed my potential. You don't want to fight me to the death, do you?"

Voldemort remained silent for several seconds, his scarlet vertical pupils sweeping over the holy dragon Abe, the half-dragon Aaron Gaius who posed a certain threat to him, and the unfathomable Alan Gaius.

"You guys got lucky this time, but next time..."

"Let's talk about it next time!" Aaron said without changing his expression, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He then waved his wand and used magic to write a concise, clear, but very rigorous magical contract in mid-air.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the thought-provoking entity asked thoughtfully. "This time I'm here to protect you, but next time I won't be able to help you even if I want to."

Rather than living under someone else's schemes from now on, I'd rather take a gamble and kill him to end it all.

"Please listen to me this time, I can't risk your life."

Voldemort was initially somewhat resentful, but upon hearing these words, he felt inexplicably more at ease.

He was even less willing to risk his life, especially since there was no profit to be gained from such a risk.

Besides, you can only be a thief for a thousand days, but you can't be a thief for a thousand days. His plan this time was full of coincidences and it was impossible for it to succeed, but there will be another chance next time.

Although Aaron is a Slytherin, he is not without weaknesses, which we can carefully plan against.

Voldemort snorted, raised his wand, and flicked his wrist, preparing to write his name to put an end to everything that had happened that night.

Aaron and the thought entity watched eagerly, their hearts filled with excitement.

On the surface, it seems like he suffered a loss, making a compromise for his brother's safety. But in reality, he was on the right side this time. You can't say he won big, but he definitely made a profit.

He's already involved; it's impossible for him to extricate himself from this vortex now.

But as long as Voldemort is willing to sign the contract, he will have enough time to develop.

He had carefully calculated this timeframe. Even if Voldemort wanted to start a wizarding war, he would need ample time to prepare. A year was just enough time for him to integrate the various forces.

More importantly, although Aaron is exceptionally talented, in his eyes he is still just a mage, and it is impossible for him to grow to the point of posing a threat in just one year. After one year, his influence will spread throughout the magical world, and it will be much easier to control Aaron.

However, reality is always full of surprises. Voldemort had just written down one letter when the two doors on the upper floor suddenly opened.

Six bright white lights descended from the sky, transforming upon landing into Sirius Black, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, and Snape.

Aaron and the Thought Entity looked at these members of the Order of the Phoenix, feeling as if a million alpacas were galloping through their minds.

If he had come earlier, he wouldn't have had to fight so hard; if he had come later, he could have gained a year to develop. But he had to get involved, revealing many of his trump cards, and even came at the last minute just when negotiations were about to begin. Could it be that he came at the perfect moment?

"Unfortunately, this contract may not be signed," Voldemort sneered.

Aaron also felt regretful, but he had to pretend to be relieved, otherwise Voldemort would find out and cause a lot of trouble.

The two exchanged a glance and moved away in perfect unison.

Voldemort arrived in front of the Death Eaters, while Aaron teleported to his older brother 'Allen'. The moment he landed, he deactivated his half-dragon form and sat weakly in a chair.

Abe immediately deactivated his transformation and turned into a harmless cat, though the bruises and scars on his body were heartbreaking to see.

“You’ve done very well.” The Memory Entity patted Aaron on the shoulder. “At least in my eyes, it’s impeccable, but now… well, you can only say that things are unpredictable.”

Aaron: ......

This is truly a form of self-consolation.

Chapter 509: Changing the Prophecy, Stealing Death's Performance?

"Dumbledore sent you lot here to die?" Voldemort looked at Sirius and the others with a sneer. "It seems his Order of the Phoenix is ​​going to suffer heavy losses today."