A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"I don't think so."

A blazing fire burned in mid-air, and Dumbledore calmly stepped out from it.

Dumbledore's arrival caused Voldemort's arrogance to vanish quickly. He glanced at the heavily injured Barty the Younger and the other two Death Eaters, and said, "You two go first."

"Yes, sir." Little Barty nodded, clearly knowing that leaving the three seriously wounded men behind would only be a burden.

"It's foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom."

The Aurors are on their way here.

"By the time they arrive, I'll be long gone, and you'll be dead," Voldemort replied calmly.

The two sides clashed the next moment, with Death Eaters and Order of the Phoenix members fighting each other. The clash of various spells was dazzling, and explosions rang out continuously.

The battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort was much more sophisticated. Although both of them wanted nothing more than to destroy each other, they were surprisingly calm and did not use any powerful magic. It was more like they were testing each other.

"Both the Black Demon King and the White Demon King have arrived, it's quite a spectacle," the thought-provoking entity said in a sarcastic tone. "Now that you're safe, I should be leaving too."

He had no choice but to leave. The two most powerful wizards in the magical world were here, and it would be too conspicuous for him, Gaius's twin brother, to stay behind.

"Take care of yourself."

The thought entity nodded, leaving an ultimate defensive magic circle on the ground, and then teleported away from this dangerous place.

Aaron sighed softly, feeling inexplicably that his actions tonight seemed somewhat hasty, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

"Um... Aaron, can you let us go now?" Neville asked shyly.

"Stop the curse immediately." Aaron casually waved his wand, untying the ropes binding them.

Harry swung away the rope, grabbed his wand, and was about to rush over to help.

Because his godfather Sirius Black was fighting against Malfoy and McNeil, one against two was extremely dangerous.

"You stay right there," Aaron stopped him. "You won't be of much help going up there. Just stay within the defensive array and don't cause any trouble."

"Could you...?"

Harry lowered his head guiltily halfway through his sentence, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He has already caused Aaron a lot of trouble tonight, and he seems to be in very bad shape. Asking him for help again would be asking too much.

"Is it really safe to stay here?" Luna asked with some concern. "These Death Eaters are all lunatics, and you and Abe are exhausted right now. What if they come at us recklessly?"

Aaron thought for a moment and then took out the Nija mask.

"Put it on."

Luna paused for a moment, then curiously took the mask and put it on her face.

The mask was placed on her face, and as Luna felt a significant increase in her physical abilities, she seemed to understand how to use it: "Call upon the darkness deep within."

The shadowy ninjas slowly emerged from the shadows and respectfully bowed to Luna, though their numbers were fewer, only about twenty.

"My God!" Ron exclaimed, his mouth agape in surprise. "Whoever wears it really does have the ability to control these ninjas!"

"Get them over there to help right away," Harry said hastily.

“No, we’re only truly safe if they stay here,” Aaron said patiently. “That’s why I’m not giving you the mask.”

Harry was speechless and paced anxiously back and forth.

A minute or two later, the impact of the magic created a large hole in the ceiling. Dumbledore and Voldemort, seemingly unwilling to squeeze into the cramped space, flew to the upper-level main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

The battle between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix was quite intense, but there were no obvious casualties on either side.

Harry watched Sirius Black rise from the ground to the platform, getting closer and closer to the veil, and felt a strange sense of unease, as if something he would regret for the rest of his life was about to happen.

"You stay here."

After saying that, Harry rushed out of the defensive magic circle's range, and Ron and Ginny couldn't stop him.

"Forget it, it would be too inhumane to let him just watch," Aaron sighed softly.

“But he wouldn’t be of much help even if he went up there!” Neville said dejectedly. “Although I hate to admit it, we’re no match for the Death Eaters right now.”

"Don't worry, he won't die, he's even safer than us."

Don't forget that prophecy: even if Harry dies, he can only die at Voldemort's hands.

"But... is this reliable?" Ginny asked doubtfully.

"In a sense, it's quite reliable." Aaron was also a little unsure, after all, the person being prophesied about was no ordinary person.

"By the way, speaking of prophecy... tonight someone will die at the hands of Death Eaters."

Hermione, I've teleported away. Harry is the prophet, and you're both in the same defensive magic circle with me, protected by more than twenty shadow ninjas. Logically, nothing should happen to you.

But if it's not me, not Hermione, not Harry, and not you guys, then it can only be...

"The Order of the Phoenix!" Neville gasped, his voice rising a third of an inch. "Someone will be killed?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, that's how it is. I just don't know who's so unlucky," Aaron said, and the others fell silent.

“What do we have to do?” Ron said.

"What else is there to do?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him dismissively. "Trust me, the best thing to do right now is not to distract them."

“Don’t go.” Ginny shook her head at him. “You don’t have the protection of a prophecy.”

Ron: ......

Outside the defensive magic circle, there were sounds of impacts, shouts, screams, and maniacal laughter, while inside the magic circle, all was silent.

Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville all felt heavy-hearted, while Aaron didn't seem to care as much; having joined the Order of the Phoenix, he was certainly prepared to make sacrifices.

"System, open the personal panel."

"Ok."

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic Energy: Body: 7888, Mid-Rank Archmage; Thought Body: 7888, Mid-Rank Archmage; Total]

**(A beginner-level Archmage, a rare existence in the magical world)**

[Talent: Once-in-a-lifetime (the magic energy increases by 4 points every day, the body increases by 2 points, and the thoughts body increases by 2 points)]

[Items: Moon Drops (1/3 can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that died within an hour), Magic Carpet, Captain Jack's Compass...]

[Magic Point: 0]

"The numbers are quite auspicious, but I've already awakened the power of the dragon, so why is this panel still so plain and unadorned?" Aaron asked in confusion.

He clearly felt a rapid surge in magic power when he awakened the power of the dragon, but now it seems like it was all an illusion.

"How dare you say that, host?" the system said speechlessly. "Awakening by absorbing the magic power of others and awakening on your own are two different things."

"Once the host can control it freely, the attribute panel might change."

"Stingy." Aaron scoffed, then opened the quest panel.

Be a responsible and dedicated class leader (from now until the end of this semester);

The reward for completing the task is 1200 magic points; there is no penalty for failure. [Accepted]

[Change the prophecy, change the fate of the dying;]

The reward for completing the task is 1000 magic points; there is no penalty for failure. Do you accept?

"Holy crap!" Aaron's face twitched slightly. "Are you trying to cause trouble?"

"The host can refuse; it's only a thousand magic points, which is the price of one horse charm."

"Stop tempting me," Aaron snapped irritably. "I'll get 1,200 magic points by the end of this semester. Do you think I need a thousand?"

"Insufficient." The system said bluntly, "It's not that this system is being disrespectful to the host, it's just that your current number of magic points is zero!"

If it were just a little more, even a single digit, it wouldn't be so embarrassing.

Aaron: ......

Don't I want to lose face?

"Phew!" Aaron took a deep breath. "It's not that I don't want to save them, but I don't have much strength right now, and I also have to maintain the defensive magic circle."

"That's the host's problem, it has nothing to do with this system."

However, a friendly reminder: this task has a tight time limit, possibly only a few minutes. Please make the most of it.

"You win! I accept." Aaron gritted his teeth and said. It's just saving someone's life. Casting a spell from the sidelines to block a fatal blow should be enough!

Besides, there's no punishment for failure, so there's no need to dwell on it so much.

With that thought in mind, Aaron began to focus his attention on the battle between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.

Professor Snape wasn't worried. How bad could a genius wizard who was confident he could teach Defense Against the Dark Arts be?

Moreover, he is a former Death Eater and a suspected double agent. Even if he can defeat Death Eaters, he wouldn't dare to really kill them!

Indeed, the fight between Professor Snape and Luke Wood was quite conventional; both sides fought with great restraint, almost like a performance.

Kingsley and Muller-Sab fought each other, their battle evenly matched and neither able to gain the upper hand.

Bella and Tonks transformed into two bright lights, one black and one white, colliding repeatedly inside the room. Amidst their maniacal laughter, the black light seemed to gain the upper hand.

The fight between Moody and Antonin was much more intense; both of them wanted nothing more than to kill each other immediately.

Antonin's curse struck Moody's face, a demonic eye rolled to the ground, and his face began to bleed.

Fortunately, Lu Ping, having dealt with his opponent, arrived in time, and the two of them worked together to turn the tide.

The most dangerous situation was Sirius Black facing two opponents, and at that moment Harry rushed to the front of the curtain.

He initially needed Sirius's protection, but quickly got into the game and repelled McNeil.

"Expelliarmus."

Harry used a disarming spell to strike Lucius, but only knocked off the scepter in his left hand; the wand remained in his right.

"Well done, James."

Sirius seemed to mistake Harry for his father, James Potter, and with a slight flick of his right hand, knocked Lucius's wand away, followed by a red spell that sent him tumbling off the platform.

At that moment, a green light shot into his chest. It was the Killing Curse released by Bella, who was standing on high. As for Tonks, he was petrified and lay motionless on the ground.

boom!