A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

A beam of red light suddenly shot out from one side, striking the Death Curse directly and causing it to deviate from its course.

"Thank you." Sirius thanked Aaron with lingering fear, for he would have lost his life if Aaron hadn't intervened in time.

"All done." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, as if he could see a thousand magic points fall into his pocket, but the next moment, the four-figure reward seemed to sprout wings.

Bella attacked even more fiercely, showing no intention of defending at all.

Ignoring the enormous drain on her magic, she unleashed one killing curse after another on Sirius, seemingly determined not to stop until her cousin was dead.

In this magical duel where the slightest carelessness could be fatal, Sirius could only barely hold his own, while Harry was completely unable to intervene.

Bella suddenly Apparated and teleported behind Sirius.

"Avada eats big melon."

"Stop! My thousand!" Aaron immediately stood up, teleported in front of Sirius the instant the green light struck him, and then slapped him in the abdomen.

He made a pulling motion, as if pulling out something, but no one could see it.

Sirius fell towards the veil, slowly, but he could not escape the veil's pull toward death.

Bellatrix gave a triumphant scream, gave them a provocative smile, and fled toward a door.

Before Harry could recover from the loss of his loved one, he saw Aaron lunge at the curtain and grab Sirius's arm tightly before Sirius's body was completely inside it.

The curtain seemed to sense the provocation from the living and wanted to pull Aaron in as well.

However, his immortal divine power was involuntarily mobilized, causing him to frantically repel the world of the dead behind the veil.

"Let go, you're breaking the rules."

A hoarse, slightly slurred voice rang in my ears, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Aaron saw various spells freeze in mid-air, Harry's pupils widened in panic, and Lupin also made a running motion...

A Grim Reaper wielding a scythe and wearing a hood appeared on the other side of the curtain; it was he who was having a tug-of-war with himself, vying for Sirius's body.

"Hey buddy, give me some face." Aaron greeted him familiarly, casually revealing the family mark on his arm.

He was also a little apprehensive. If the mark didn't work, he would immediately give up on Sirius. There was no need to offend a god for a thousand magic points!

Death was clearly taken aback for a moment. "Gaius respects the rules the most. The dead should go to the world of the dead."

Besides, your mark is gray; I don't need to give you face.

“I know, but I didn’t break any rules.” Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, but still argued, “This person isn’t quite dead yet. You have no right to take his life. Even death has to be reasonable!”

"He is dead."

“His body died, but I took his soul away just before he died,” Aaron said, then took a glass ball the size of a pigeon’s egg from the magic circle, inside which Sirius’s soul was sleeping.

Death looked at Aaron with surprise, then said with displeasure, "But he entered the veil, which is the path to death."

"It's not fully inside, is it?" Aaron glanced at the arm he was holding, his words carrying a hidden meaning.

Death was silent for a moment. "Who is he to you?"

"I don't know him well; I was just trying it out for personal gain."

"Interesting." Death chuckled softly, then pushed Sirius out.

Chapter 510: Isn't it a joke? No one refused to help.

Aaron staggered back a few steps, and before he could react, Sirius landed beside him, followed by a heart-wrenching wail.

Harry rushed to Sirius, calling out in a panic, "Sirius, Sirius!"

Lupin ran over too, and when he looked at his friend's body, his eyes seemed to have lost all color.

"Save him, Lupin, please save him."

“There’s nothing we can do.” Lupin tried to comfort Harry as much as possible, but his expression was even more grief-stricken. “Harry… Black is dead. He was hit head-on by the Killing Curse.”

“No, he’s not dead. How could he be dead?” Harry refused to believe it, even though they had decided to live together from now on.

“Yes, he’s not dead. He will live forever in your hearts.” Aaron patted him on the shoulder, deciding to keep his act of kindness a secret for now.

After all, the method of pulling the soul out of the body is too easy for people to misunderstand; even the Soul-Stealing Curse is not as shocking.

“Save him, yes, you can save him.” Harry looked at Aaron with hopeful eyes, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw.

"Are you kidding me? How could I possibly save him?"

"That potion...it can bring the dead back to life within an hour!" Harry stammered. "Get it out of here right now!"

“Uh…” Aaron blinked. “Sorry, I don’t have that medicine on me.”

"There's still some time; it's not too late to get it back."

"I'm afraid that won't work. I left that thing in Gringotts, and the key is in my home vault. There's no way I could make it back and forth in time," Aaron said, spouting nonsense with a straight face. "Besides, if nothing unexpected happens, my assets have been seized the moment I showed up here."

Harry's hope shattered instantly, and his eyes dimmed. "Are you saying this on purpose because you don't want to save him?"

Aaron looked completely bewildered, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Damn it! I cut off my own escape route to save you guys, and I almost got myself killed in the process.

It's one thing if you're not grateful, but to treat your savior with such suspicion is truly disheartening. I even negotiated with Death just now to retrieve this body.

"So what if it is?" Aaron's temper flared up instantly. "You have no right to blame me. He wouldn't have died if you hadn't insisted on doing things your own way."

Harry was speechless after being rebuked, then yelled and chased after Bellatrix.

Lupin tried to stop him, but his hand fell down halfway through its reach.

"Aren't you going to stop him, Professor Lupin?"

“It might be better to let him vent!” Lupin said weakly. “Dumbledore is right there, he can definitely protect Harry, and the Aurors will be here soon.”

"I hope so!" Aaron said nonchalantly.

Lupin put away Sirius's wand and sat sadly beside his body. "I should apologize to you on Harry's behalf. He was just too emotional. I hope you won't mind."

“I won’t accept that,” Aaron scoffed. “He’s probably thinking I’m selfish right now!”

"That kind of potion that can resurrect the dead, you really..."

“I didn’t bring it with me, and even if I did, it might not save him,” Aaron immediately interrupted. Sirius’s soul was still in his hands, so he wasn’t truly dead. Giving him the resurrection potion would be a waste.

Lupin glanced at the curtains that were moving without wind, as if he understood something. "Thank you for bringing Sirius back. He is indeed a descendant of the gods. No one has ever brought anything back from the curtains before."

Upon hearing this, Aaron's pupils contracted sharply.

A bolt from the blue suddenly struck his heart, shattering all the doubts.

"Professor, how did you know I am a descendant of gods?"

Lu Ping's expression changed slightly, a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, and he remained silent for a few seconds before hesitantly opening his mouth as if to speak.

“Alright, no need to explain anymore. Your hesitation and struggle have already given me the answer.” Aaron said with a pained expression, a hint of bitterness on his face. “Professor, may I ask you a question?”

"what is the problem?"

Do you think I'm a joke?

“Of course not,” Lupin retorted. “You are the best I have ever met, and also very… very brave.”

"Thank you for the compliment, but I feel like I'm a joke."

Could you tell me when you arrived?

"Are not you just saw it?"

"What I want to ask is..."

“Tonks seems to have been struck by a petrification curse. I’ll go and break the curse on her first,” Lupin interrupted, then Apparated away from Aaron’s sight.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to say.” Aaron shook his head and took a glass marble out of his pocket. “I will know what I want to know, but it’s best if it’s not what I’m guessing.”

“Master,” Abe flew over, “you seem to be in a bad mood.”

"After five years of trying to survive, I finally couldn't hold out any longer. No wonder I'm not in a good mood."

Abe scratched his head, seemingly understanding but not quite. "They're all injured. Do you need me to treat them?"

“No need,” Aaron said casually. “We’ve both expended a lot of energy, there’s no need to waste it on irrelevant people.”

“But they helped their master, and Genes said they should repay kindness.”

"Hehe!" Aaron rubbed its head and chuckled, "Gratitude is the standard for judging wild dragons. A domestic dragon like you... just listen to your master."

And from the moment we arrived, we owed no one here anything; quite the opposite... well, never mind, there's nothing more to say.

......

A dozen minutes later, the battle in the execution chamber came to an end.

Four of the seven Death Eaters escaped, but three others were captured and tied up, though Malfoy was not among them.

Lupin collected Sirius's body, and then, together with Kingsley, took Moody and Tonks to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Arts, where the two were seriously injured and needed treatment.

Aaron put away the Nija mask and was about to leave when a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.

Professor Snape looked at him with a complicated expression. "You're not in a good state right now. Just stay behind me and you'll be safer."

Aaron chuckled and didn't object.

Professor Snape led the five to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, which was now in a complete mess.

The magic fountain was completely destroyed, several golden statues were smashed to pieces, the walls and ceiling were covered with cracks, and all the glass was shattered into white dust. It was easy to see that a great battle had taken place here.

Bellatrix the Death Eater wasn't there, nor was Voldemort; only Dumbledore stared in alarm at Harry Potter, who lay convulsing on the ground.

“You…you’ve lost, old man,” Harry said in a hoarse voice, his green pupils turning into cold, vertical slits. “Kill me now, Dumbledore…”

If death means nothing, then kill this boy.

You're afraid, aren't you? Afraid of that prophecy? That really disappoints me.

"Possessed?" Aaron wondered to himself. Harry had no mental protection, and with his half-baked Occlumency, it would be extremely difficult for him to get rid of Voldemort.

He could help, but Harry's previous attitude had greatly displeased him, so this suffering was his retribution.

“Harry,” Dumbledore said in a deep voice, “the point is not that you are similar to him, but that you are different from him.”

Upon hearing this, Harry struggled even more painfully, his breathing seemingly filled with intense agony.