A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Claire, put your wand away!" Teppler said with a gentle smile. "That kid is out of danger for now."

Claire smiled sullenly and put away the white wand from her sleeve.

"You silly child." Lisanna patted her head, but a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. "I told you not to go."

"I didn't go either, did I?" Kria said embarrassedly.

"It won't happen again."

Outside the castle, the battle between the Black Demon King and the White Demon King is about to begin.

Dozens of dark wizards split into two groups. One group, led by Lucius, kept a close watch on Aaron and Harry inside the Seraphim Shield, while the other group helped Voldemort besiege Dumbledore.

At that moment, a huge crimson magic circle appeared beneath their feet, and the immense energy contained within it made Dumbledore and Voldemort feel a deep sense of dread.

You cannot fight them head-on; if you try to fight them head-on, you will definitely die.

The same thought crossed their minds at the same time, and they tacitly chose to stop.

"This...this is too much!" Aaron murmured in disbelief. "Who would bury a forbidden spell in their own home?!"

"Young Master, you can rest assured. Offensive magic is only aimed at the enemy and will not damage a single plant or tree in the house." Genes teleported in front of Aaron, and the moment he landed, several layers of defensive magic arrays of the same level slowly rotated around Gaius Castle.

"Is Gaius going to break the ancestral teachings?" Voldemort asked warily.

“No.” Genes slowly shook his head. “We won’t care how you dealt with the young master, but your duel with Dumbledore at the gates of the Gaius family is hard not to make people wonder.”

It could be provocation, a test, or even a warm-up before an attack; I'm just trying to discourage you.

Voldemort: ......

If you're going to give them a hard time, then give them a hard time. But is it really necessary to describe it in such an unconventional way?

“Mr. Genes, please don’t misunderstand.” Dumbledore smiled kindly. “I’ve simply come to pay a visit, though it may seem a bit presumptuous.”

“If you’re just visiting…” Genes gestured for them to come in.

“Harry Potter came with me,” Dumbledore said hastily.

“No problem.” Genes nodded. “Young Master, you should come back too!”

"Wait, he can't leave, that's against your rules." Voldemort couldn't stand it anymore. He had sent out a large number of men just to capture Aaron today.

But you've protected him again with just one simple sentence. Doesn't that make all their hard work during this time a joke?

“In fact, the young master can stay at home for another two hours,” Genes explained patiently. “It is his freedom to come out early, but he can go home at any time within those two hours.”

If the Dark Lord wants to attack the young master, he can wait another two hours.

"You..." Voldemort was speechless. He had already waited for so many days, he didn't care about waiting for two more hours, but the problem was that Dumbledore had arrived.

Who knows if Aaron will be taken away by Dumbledore in two hours? He wasn't confident of defeating that old bastard. What if he failed at the last minute?

"Does the Dark Lord have any further questions?" Genes asked.

"I...I'm also here as a guest," Voldemort said through gritted teeth, emphasizing each word.

"Is that so?" Genes didn't care. "Then please come in, but forget about these dark wizards. If they dare to cross the gate, they'll face the consequences."

"Lucius, you come in with me, the rest of you stay put."

"Yes, Master."

Genes led the way, Dumbledore with Harry Potter, Voldemort with Lucius Malfoy followed behind, and Aaron at the very back was still buzzing in his head.

As expected, unforeseen events can happen at any time; what happened in those few minutes was truly bizarre.

But looking at it from another angle, it doesn't seem like a bad thing; in fact, it's a great thing for him!

Negotiation is a skill, and negotiating with Voldemort is a deadly skill.

But if Dumbledore is behind him, then he has the right to negotiate safely, and he is somewhat confident in his ability to leverage Dumbledore's influence.

Thinking this, Aaron's lips curled into a relaxed smile.

Felix Felicis is truly amazing; his luck is practically off the charts.

Upon entering the living room, Genes arranged for the four to sit down, and the house-elf served tea.

A short while later, Vico Gaius, the current patriarch of the Gaius family, came down the stairs. As for Lisanna, Claire, and Teppler, they wisely chose not to appear.

“Today is quite a special day!” Vick looked at Voldemort and Dumbledore with a forced smile. “The Dark Lord and the White Lord are visiting at the same time as my own son was kicked out of the house. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you had planned this together.”

“This is a misunderstanding,” Dumbledore said.

"Yes, that's right, it's a misunderstanding," Lucius said, forcing himself to speak. Only he could say such things, after all, Voldemort had just been trying to kill Aaron a moment ago.

"I don't care if it's a misunderstanding or not," Vico said indifferently. "Since you're here as guests today, just state your purpose directly!"

"Cooperation." ×2.

Dumbledore and Voldemort said in unison.

“Heh!” Vico chuckled and shook his head. “You two should know about the Gaius family, right?”

"You can stir up trouble and fight to the death in the magical world, that's your own business, but if you want reclusive families to enter the world... sorry, you're not qualified."

“But it concerns the safety of the wizarding world!” Harry couldn’t help but exclaim.

"First time meeting you, savior of the magical world," Vico said dismissively. "But you're too weak right now. A fancy title alone isn't enough for you to talk about the safety of the magical world."

“That’s absolutely right,” Voldemort sneered. “I can crush this ant anytime I want.”

"Let's get back to the point! If this is what you're here for, then there's no need to say anything."

The door's over there. Goodbye, and don't bother seeing me out.

"gentlemen..."

"Shut up, Harry," Aaron interrupted Harry impatiently. "You have no idea what our family is responsible for. What you call the safety of the wizarding world is nothing to Gaius."

For reclusive families to get involved, the wizarding world would need to face annihilation or the end of the world, but Voldemort's plan clearly doesn't meet that requirement, at least not now.

“Alright, Harry, stop interrupting,” Dumbledore said, then looked at Vick. “Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have come over, but Tom, no, Voldemort’s situation is a bit special. I hope the Gaius family will consider this carefully.”

“Special?” Vulko looked Voldemort over with a meaningful gaze. “He is quite special. He probably learned some terrible dark magic to turn himself into this mess.”

"It's for immortality," Voldemort said matter-of-factly. "Those wizards who have lived for hundreds of years may not be as good as me. Their bodies are fragile, but I can maintain my peak condition for a long time."

“I can see that, but the price is a bit too high.” Vico shook his head with a sigh, saying regretfully, “You were clearly a genius wizard. Even if you had just followed the proper path to improve yourself, you could have become a Saint Magister before you turned a hundred. Why did you have to choose such a narrow path?”

“Even holy mages die,” Voldemort said dismissively. “Only gods can enjoy long lifespans.”

“Gods can die too,” Vico said.

"But as long as I become a god, I will become an immortal myth."

Upon hearing this, Vico was filled with disdain.

The genius wizard, whose ambitions soared to the heavens but who had already narrowed his path, was destined for a bleak future.

“Mr. Vico Gaius, I hope you will be on my side,” Voldemort said bluntly.

"Shameless!" Aaron scoffed. "You were just about to kill me!"

"If you cooperate obediently, nothing will happen. I'm quite lenient with a pure-blooded wizard like you."

"Come on, are you going to use me as research material?"

Unless I feel that life is hopeless, meaningless, and that living is worse than dying.

“You can’t just say things like that.” Vick rolled his eyes at him, then looked meaningfully at Voldemort. “Go on, tell me why you expect the Gaius family to be on your side?”

"I can restore the Gaius family to its former glory," Voldemort said confidently. "If you support me until I become a god, I promise to cultivate a new god for the Gaius family."

As soon as he finished speaking, Vico and Aaron looked at each other, as if they could clearly see the disgust in each other's eyes.

It's confirmed; this guy definitely has that serious illness.

To reclaim past glories? Whom are you cursing? The Gaius family has never declined.

To cultivate a new god? How could they even say that? Their family has no shortage of gods of magic.

Furthermore, the resources spent supporting a mentally unstable dark wizard to become a god are enough to train ten excellent successors. No one would do such a losing business!