A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"No need to shout, I can hear you." Aaron picked at his ear and helped Hermione up.

"What about me?" Harry cried out urgently.

"Hold on!"

Aaron took a deep breath and quickly rushed out of the circle of stone pillars.

He dodged several branches that were pulled at him, his right fist clenched, the crimson flames standing out starkly in the night.

"The Iron Fist of the Fire Dragon".

boom!

Aaron punched the center of the Mantis Willow, and the shockwave of fire instantly engulfed almost half of the tree.

The willow tree seemed to have fallen into a daze, remaining motionless like an ordinary tree, but almost all the green leaves on the tree fell off in an instant.

"You...killed it?" Harry asked, somewhat taken aback.

"You're concerned about the wrong thing, aren't you?" Aaron said speechlessly. "If we don't get it sorted out, we'll be in big trouble."

"And I was careful not to kill it, I just knocked it unconscious. I didn't want to pay the school for the damages."

Gulu!

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance and swallowed hard.

This is a real punching willow; one punch and it'll behave. Nobody would believe it if you told them.

But after the initial shock came immense relief.

With a teammate like this, minor misfortunes shouldn't be a problem, right?

"We need to hurry."

Harry walked to the tree trunk and slid into the hole in the tree, with Aaron and Hermione following closely behind.

"Fluorescent light." A white light flashed at the tip of Aaron's wand, illuminating the dark tunnel. "This should be the secret passage in the Marauder's Map!"

Harry, where does it lead?

“I don’t know.” Harry shook his head. “George and Fred haven’t been in here either. It leads to the edge of the Marauder’s Map, which should be Hogsmeade Village.”

"Where's the map? Let me see."

"Professor Lupin confiscated it."

Aaron: ......

You're really something, confiscating something so important.

The three of them quickly advanced along the secret passage, and after walking for an unknown amount of time, they finally saw a glimmer of light.

After passing through a trapdoor, the three carefully crawled out of the secret passage, not daring to make a sound.

The exit was a messy room, with broken and tattered furniture, as if it had been ransacked by robbers.

Aaron wiped the dust off the stairs and frowned slightly, saying, "It's been a long time since anyone's been here."

“That’s normal.” Hermione looked at the windows boarded up and swallowed hard. “This is the Screaming Shack, the infamous haunted house in Hogsmeade, where strange screams are said to come out at night.”

"Really? I don't think there's anything ghostly here."

Even if they did, we're wizards, so it's not certain who'd defeat whom!

"Shh!" Harry made a shushing gesture, then pointed up the stairs. "Listen."

Ron's sobbing came from upstairs. The three of them exchanged a glance and carefully went up the stairs.

There was an irregular mark in the thick dust, clearly caused by Ron being dragged by the black dog.

The three followed the trail carefully and made their way up to the platform of the stairs.

Hearing the sobbing coming from inside, Aaron frowned slightly. "Wait, don't go in yet. Something seems wrong."

It's an ominous sign. That big black dog went through so much effort to grab Ron, but judging from the sound, it didn't seem to have done anything to him.

They neither treated him as food nor as an enemy, but rather as something unrelated, simply leaving him there.

"I don't care anymore." Harry kicked open the dilapidated door.

Aaron tried to stop him, but he didn't have time, and Hermione accidentally crawled in as well.

Ron was sitting on a bed covered with curtains, clutching his bleeding leg. He looked extremely disheveled, but surprisingly, he was not in any life-threatening danger.

"Ron, it's good that you're alright." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

Where is the dog?

“He’s the big dog, he’s an Animagus.” Ron pointed bitterly to the other side. “Harry, this is a trap.”

The two paused for a moment, then followed Ron's gaze.

At the end of a row of plum blossom footprints stood a middle-aged man with messy hair, sunken eyes, and skin and bones. He looked like he had escaped from a prisoner-of-war camp. He was none other than Sirius Black, the wanted man on the wanted poster.

"Disarm you!" Sirius shouted, using Ron's wand to cast a disarming charm, knocking Harry and Hermione's wands away, before calmly closing the door.

He grinned, revealing his yellowed, almost blackened teeth.

“I knew you would come to save your friend, and that your father would do the same to me.”

You were very brave not to run to the teacher; that makes things much easier.

Harry felt this was a mockery of his father, who had treated his friends the same way, only to be betrayed and lose his life.

He instinctively wanted to rush out and fight, but Ron and Hermione held him back tightly.

"No, Harry, no," Hermione pleaded.

“If you want to kill Harry, then kill us too,” Ron said firmly.

A bittersweet sense of relief flashed in Sirius's eyes as he slowly shook his head and said, "No, only one person will die tonight."

Also, you'd better lie down, otherwise your leg injury will get worse.

Crunch!

The door suddenly opened, and Aaron quickly cast a disarming spell.

"Expelliarmus."

A flash of white light, and Sirius's wand was knocked from his hand.

"Perhaps you're right, only one person will die tonight," Aaron said calmly, then walked up to the three of them. "I told you, don't go in yet, why won't you listen?"

"Luckily I was here, otherwise you lot would definitely be in grave danger."

"I'm sorry." Hermione lowered her head awkwardly, avoiding Aaron's gaze.

Sirius was about to pick up his wand when Aaron pointed it at him. "Don't move. I haven't learned the Killing Curse, but I'm pretty good at the Cruciatus Curse."

Believe me, you won't want to try it.

Chapter 319 The Glorious Moment of the Disarming Curse, An Unheard-of Will to Survive

Looking at the bewildered Sirius Black, Aaron could hardly contain his joy.

Five hundred magic points, that's it!

Although it was a little less, it was enough to save him two months of hard work. Moreover, he had never completed such a simple task before. The danger level was almost zero, and a disarming spell would have been enough to take care of it.

But the next moment his brows furrowed, because the system did not notify him that the mission was complete, which meant that he had not yet found the enemy who killed Harry Potter's parents.

“Sirius Black,” Aaron said seriously, looking at him. “Are Harry’s parents your…?”

"You killed my parents."

Before Aaron could finish asking, Harry roared and charged toward Sirius.

No one expected Harry to fight Sirius in a Muggle-like manner. The battle between a fourteen-year-old boy and a murderer who had served twelve years in prison should have been a foregone conclusion.

Surprisingly, Sirius barely put up any resistance. He was punched hard, then pushed to the ground by Harry, who grabbed him by the neck.

"Are you going to kill me, Harry?" Sirius laughed, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"You killed my mom and dad."

“I don’t deny it, but if you knew the whole story.”

"The whole story?" Harry's eyes were bloodshot. "I know more than you think. You betrayed them to Voldemort..."

"You have to listen to me," Sirius interrupted Harry anxiously, "or you'll regret it, you don't know..."

Harry gripped Sirius's neck tightly, leaving Hermione and Ron somewhat bewildered, unsure whether to stop him.

The hatred for killing one's parents is irreconcilable, and no amount of revenge is too much. However, they did not want Harry to become a murderer, even though Sirius Black had already been sentenced to death, making him a pariah.

At that moment, Aaron kicked Harry in the shoulder, sending him flying to the side.

"Aaron, why?"

"Cough cough!" Sirius managed to stand up. "I should thank you."

"You're welcome. Here's your weapon."

Aaron decisively cast the Disarming Charm, and Sirius's wand, which was hidden on his back, was knocked away again.

"You almost succeeded." Harry suddenly realized that Sirius must have picked up the wand while he was being choked. If Aaron hadn't acted quickly, a curse would have hit him.

"Stand still," Aaron said, pointing his wand at Harry.

"Aaron, you've got the wrong person, haven't you?" Hermione and Ron asked incredulously.

“I’m just letting him calm down.” Aaron shrugged, then continued to point his wand at Sirius. “I’ll give you a chance to finish what you didn’t say earlier.”

"There are still smart people out there." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief.

“What else is there to say?” Harry’s voice trembled, and tears streamed down his face. “If you can’t do it, let me do it. He betrayed my parents. My mother even... even stopped Voldemort from killing me before she died.”

This is my last chance, my chance to take revenge myself.

Perhaps Draco is right; I can't let him go to the Dementors.

"Harry, actually, back then James and Lily..."

“Shut up,” Harry snapped angrily. “You have no right to mention their names.”