A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Hermione blinked, thinking that Aaron was exaggerating a bit.

"Then would you like me to have a few more bullets?"

"You think this is a roadside stone?" Aaron said speechlessly. "I won't go into the materials and difficulty of its creation, but with your current level of magic power, you can only use it three times at most."

Using this gun a fourth time will drain you dry, and after that, you're doomed no matter what. So three bullets are the limit.

"I understand," Hermione nodded seriously.

"And you can have this too!" Aaron carefully took out a small bottle of purple solution. "This is the last amount. Although it's a little less, it's still absolutely priceless."

"How beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at the bottle. "I've never seen such a beautiful potion before! What kind of potion is this?"

"A potion that can buy your life," Aaron said with a hint of sadness. "If you're unlucky enough to run into Voldemort and get caught by him, then take out this potion."

Just say it's from me, use it to negotiate with him, and you should be able to save your life.

"what?"

Hermione was utterly shocked; her hand holding the potion trembled involuntarily, feeling its immense weight.

"What exactly is this?"

"You don't need to know this. You just need to know that it can save your life in a critical moment."

"What about the others?"

“I couldn’t care less about all that. I tried to stop them, but you saw the result.”

Knowing full well there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den; I can't dissuade him from courting death.

"But you don't need to worry too much. That's just the worst-case scenario. Maybe the Order of the Phoenix will have already resolved the matter by the time you arrive!"

Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

She looked at Aaron across from her, her heart pounding uncontrollably, her eyes glistening with tears. "You..."

boom!

A red firework exploded in the sky not far away.

"It seems the Thestrals have been found. Good luck to you."

Hermione watched angrily as the fireworks faded into the night; she had never found red so offensive.

"Aaron."

"what happened?"

Before he could react, his mouth was gagged.

A few seconds later, Hermione quickly turned around and ran towards the direction from which the fireworks had been launched, a relaxed and smug smile on her face.

Aaron didn't notice the change in her expression. He watched her figure disappear into the shade of the trees and hurriedly shook his head.

He was ambushed? But his physical abilities have already reached the human limit; this shouldn't have happened.

"What's going on?"

Aaron patted his forehead. Surely it wasn't because he didn't want to dodge?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, there is no way that could happen.

She was only sixteen years old. Even though she was pretty and met his aesthetic standards, he didn't really have any thoughts about dating at the moment.

Women will only slow down his path to godhood. Besides, the magic world is currently rife with undercurrents. It would be more reassuring to draw more magic circles than to worry about such things.

call!

Aaron took a deep breath and decided to stop thinking about these things.

Now that the exams are over, I'll go back to the Divine Palace to rest for a while and think about what aspects of myself I need to improve, since a holiday means tutoring classes are starting.

Putting everything else aside, Ancestor Vihert will definitely check his progress in elemental magic arrays. If he doesn't want to get utterly crushed, he'll have to put in more effort.

But why do I feel like I've forgotten something?

......

Meanwhile, Hermione walked briskly to the meeting point.

Luna and Ginny were standing here, some leaves on the ground weighed down by heavy objects. Luna gently placed her hand in mid-air, making a stroking motion.

“You seem quite happy,” Luna said softly.

"Ah!" Hermione paused, her face flushing slightly, but she quickly composed herself. "Of course I'm happy to have found Thestrals, aren't you happy?"

“I’m happy, but you seem a little different from us.” Ginny looked at her suspiciously. “This shouldn’t be happiness, it should be excitement.”

"Maybe so. I did something I'd wanted to do for a long time but never dared to."

"What is it?" Luna asked curiously.

"Just leave it alone."

"You were just called over by Aaron, so..." Ginny looked at her with a half-smile, "You didn't confess your feelings to him, did you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't!" Hermione rolled her eyes at her.

“I believe that.” Luna nodded seriously. “From what I know of him, he always seems to be in a hurry and doesn’t actively consider things like dating.”

Hermione and Ginny exchanged bewildered glances, and had to admit that Luna's analysis was spot on.

"Have you found any Thestrals?" Hermione quickly changed the subject.

“There are only two here.” Luna patted the neck of the Thestral, which only she could see. “They must be brothers.”

"That's probably not enough; we need at least three."

“You’ve left Harry and the others behind,” Ginny reminded her. “There are six of us, so we need six horses.”

"What I mean is two people riding one Thestral."

“Perhaps they can find more Thestrals,” Luna said. “Hagrid has quite a few, over a hundred.”

“That’s absolutely right.” Ron walked over excitedly, followed by Harry and Neville, though their expressions were somewhat unnatural.

"One, two, three, four..." Luna looked at the Thestrals following behind them in surprise and started counting seriously. She stopped after more than ten seconds. "Thirteen Thestrals, you actually found thirteen."

“Is there that much?” Ron looked at Neville. “Is this what you mean when you say it’s enough?”

"Thirteen horses are definitely enough, aren't they? One person can ride two horses without any problem."

"Uh...that's true!" Ron scratched his head and asked in a low voice, "How many did the three of them search?"

"It seems there are two."

"Never mind that for now." Harry rubbed his burning scar. "We have limited time, every second is precious. Let's each pick a horse and ride one!"

Chapter 495 The Night Strolls on Their Journey, A Trap from the Bureau of Mysteries

Since Thestrals can only be seen by those who have witnessed death, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were in an awkward situation, unable to even see them, let alone ride them.

Luna helped them onto the Thestrals one by one, teaching them how to hold onto the mane before the three of them could barely be considered to be on their mounts.

“That’s incredible.” Ron patted the neck of the Thestral he was riding. “It looks like I’m floating in mid-air.”

"It's just a bit ugly," Ginny joked. "The posture is very indecent."

"How can you talk about your own brother like that?" Ron rolled his eyes speechlessly and adjusted his posture as much as possible.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked solemnly, and the five of them nodded in unison.

He didn't know how to get Thestrals to take them to the Ministry of Magic, so he simply leaned close to Thestral's ear and said very directly, "London, Ministry of Magic, Guest Entrance, if you know how to get there..."

Fortunately, Thestral did not disappoint him; it only paused for a moment before spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

Caught off guard by the sudden acceleration, the six had to cling to the Thestral's neck to avoid being blown off by the airflow.

They flew out of the Forbidden Forest, the stadium, Hogsmeade Village, and the woods and rivers receded rapidly from their sight.

The last rays of the setting sun were gradually swallowed by the night. They saw the Muggle village and a few vehicles speeding along the uneven road.

Harry felt the wind whistling past his ears and gained a full understanding of Thestrals' speed. Soon, even a Firebolt couldn't keep up, but in his opinion, it still wasn't fast enough.

After all, in the footage he saw, Sirius was still being tortured by the Death Eaters. No one knew how much patience the Death Eaters had, or how long he could last. If they were a step too late, they would probably only be able to collect Sirius's corpse.

While they were rushing on their way, Aaron returned to the Temple of Divine Cry.

He directly transferred his memories to the thought entity, then sat down and hugged Abe in his arms.

The thought-provoking entity remained silent for a moment, then comforted her, "There's no need to worry so much. You've done everything you could."

The Spider Lily, used for self-defense, is enough to make even a high-ranking mage hesitate to act; the Moon Drop, used for survival, would be something even a peak archmage like Voldemort would have to respect.

"But I always feel like I've forgotten something, and I have a vague unease." Aaron rubbed his temples anxiously. "As the saying goes, even the wisest person can make a mistake."

I'm not a wise man, but my intuition is usually quite accurate. Don't tell me you didn't sense it.

"So what if we sensed it?" The Thought Entity shrugged. "They're the ones courting death. We can't just drag ourselves into it!"

Furthermore, although Professor Snape disliked Harry Potter, he valued his life more than anyone else.

"What did you say?" Aaron seemed to realize something. "Yes, Professor Snape. He doesn't know that Harry has already walked right into the trap, so the notification to the Order of the Phoenix might not be as urgent."

“It’s no big deal.” The Memory Entity waved its hand. “Professor Snape is capable of separating public and private matters and won’t let personal feelings get into business. He must have already notified them.”

“That’s true!” Aaron nodded noncommittally. “But if it wasn’t Professor Snape who I overlooked, where else could it be?”

"If you ask me, don't overthink it. In reality, we only have two choices: go or not go."

If we don't go, none of this can be discussed, but if we do go...

Aaron paused for a moment, then looked at the shelf nailed to the wall with his thought entity. It held the valuable resources he had accumulated over the past five years.

Various magical potions, rare materials, four guns besides the Spider Lily, hundreds of enchanted bullets, a magic carpet, Captain Jack's compass, a one-time Tiger Talisman, and the most valuable Nija mask, and so on.

call!

Aaron took a deep breath. "The situation isn't that serious yet, is it?"

"I don't know, but it's better to be safe than sorry," the thought-provoking entity said seriously. "There are things we've overlooked, and given that both you and I have anxieties, once we decide to go, it will definitely not be a small matter."

Voldemort has set a trap; the Death Eaters are definitely there, and the Order of the Phoenix will arrive sooner or later, leading to a chaotic battle.

The scale of this battle could be large or small; it could be a fight between three or five wizards, or it could be ten times larger.