A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Abe,” Aaron called out.

The Holy Dragon immediately jumped onto the table. "Master, I'm here."

"Get ready, we might have to travel at night later."

"How come I never realized I was such a hypocrite before!" the person quipped.

"Hogwarts doesn't allow Apparition, so even if I wanted to go there, I'd have to leave the school grounds first!"

You remain here to perform divination, and keep an eye on the prophecy book. Notify me immediately if anything seems amiss.

"This might be a tough battle. Voldemort might personally intervene. Are you sure you're prepared?"

“Professor Snape will inform the Order of the Phoenix. There are tall people to hold up the sky when it falls, although they may not be as tall as me,” Aaron pondered. “Don’t worry, even if I get involved, I won’t let myself get too deeply involved.”

I used Phantom Teleportation to find her and then left immediately. As for the others... I'll save them if I can, and if not, I can't worry about that anymore.

The thought entity knew that the main body had probably made up its mind this time, and let out a long breath, saying, "Plans never keep up with changes. We may not be able to see the Earth Demon, but we must not underestimate him."

"That's why I brought all those props. If things get out of hand, your presence might not be able to be kept secret, but the most important trump card will never be exposed."

Chapter 497 Heading to the Ministry of Magic, The Self-Awareness of Being an Observer

Aaron gathered the useful items and then opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic Energy: Body: 7483, Mid-Rank Archmage; Thought Body: 7483, 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: Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that died within one hour), Magic Carpet, Captain Jack Sparrow's Compass, Nika's Mask...]

[Magic Point: 810]

Looking at the numbers behind the magic points, Aaron sighed regretfully.

If we save up for another twenty days, we can buy the Fang of Delos. But plans often change. At this point, the more strength we have, the more secure we will be.

"System, put all your magic points into magic power!"

"Okay, host."

As soon as he finished speaking, his magic points were instantly reduced to zero.

Aaron and the thought entity both felt an increase in magic power, but they were still some distance from being high-ranking archmages.

"The improvement isn't significant, but it's better than nothing," Aaron thought to himself, then opened the system panel.

[Be a responsible prefect (from now until the end of this semester); 1200 magic points will be awarded for completing the task, and there will be no penalty for failure; accepted.]

Aaron felt a strange pang of pain in his liver when he focused on the number of magic points he would receive as a reward for completing the mission.

He had finished all his final exams and there were only a few days left until the end of the semester. In other words, the four-figure reward was within his grasp, but in today's context, it seemed like an unattainable dream.

With those four figures of magic points, he would be a mid-level archmage, able to do whatever he wanted without hesitation.

"Danger! There has been a murder at the Ministry of Magic. The Death Eaters will kill one person."

Just as Aaron was lamenting how far away 1,200 magic points were from him, the prophecy book suddenly made a prediction.

"What the hell!" Aaron couldn't help but curse. "Is this some kind of pushover?"

"I told you that its prediction wouldn't be good news."

"We have no choice but to go now. Who knows which one the Death Eaters will kill?"

The thought entity nodded, then drew its white wand. "The Book of Prophecy, fly here."

An ancient book of prophecy flew down from the throne, the face on its cover displaying an expression of fear.

"Just in case, let's bring this along too!"

Aaron didn't stand on ceremony. He grabbed the book of prophecy and rushed out of the Temple of Divine Cry, with Abe following closely behind his master.

He returned to his dormitory in less than five minutes through the rather long secret passage, and then ran out of the common room in a very short time.

It was already curfew, and Hogwarts was especially quiet in the darkness.

Pushing open the door to the common room, Abe immediately spread his wings, placing his two front paws under Aaron's arms and carrying him into the air.

The white wings were very eye-catching in the night, but no one noticed this scene.

Once outside the Hogwarts area, Abe gently placed Aaron on the ground.

"Go back first, I'll call you when I need you."

Abe clenched his right paw and shook his head firmly. "I want to go with them so I can protect my master."

Hearing this, Aaron felt a little comforted and smiled as he rubbed Abe's dragon head. "After all, that's the Ministry of Magic. It's too much to fight Death Eaters with a dragon that has never appeared in the magical world before."

Go back and wait for orders. I'll only call you when it's absolutely necessary, understand?

After saying that, Aaron didn't give it a chance to react and immediately used Phantom Teleport to leave the spot.

......

Ministry of Magic.

With a soft sound, Aaron appeared in the Department of Mysteries on the ninth underground floor.

"It's finally here!"

He sighed softly, then took out Captain Jack's compass and skillfully cast the Disillusionment Charm and the Armor Charm on himself.

He was very skilled in offensive spells, but his upbringing made him more familiar with the magic that the two old men, Lao Liu and Lao Gou, had to learn.

Upon entering the first black door, one finds a circular room containing twelve identical doors.

The compass needle spun wildly, finally pointing to one of the doors.

Aaron cautiously approached the doorway. Inside, he heard various chanting sounds: "Quickly imprison, faint, obstacles everywhere..." In addition to these, there was also a witch's maniacal laughter.

"A free-for-all?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, took out his wand, and pointed it at the door. "Aloho Open."

No one noticed that the door opened silently, and no one noticed that there was an extra person in the room.

When Aaron entered, he saw Harry and his six friends holding wands, back to back, leaning against an eerie archway that exuded an aura of death, with several wisps of black mist swirling above them.

The standoff didn't last long before the black mist descended. The six frantically waved their wands, but to no avail.

Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna were each swept away by a cloud of black mist and taken in different directions.

Hermione screamed and pulled the trigger. A flash of silver light shot out from the muzzle, dispelling most of the black mist rushing towards her.

boom!

"There are many obstacles!"

A barrier formed between the black mist and the silver light, but this barrier shattered in an instant, and the Death Eater was sent flying backward, sliding several meters on the ground before coming to a stop.

"Antonin Dolokhov".

Aaron recognized the Death Eater as one of the Death Eaters who had escaped from Azkaban.

"What is that?" Antonin asked, regaining his composure and staring at Hermione with apprehension.

“A weapon,” Lucius said, stepping forward. “Several Death Eaters died from this weapon before your escape.”

"Is that so? He would be very happy if we presented it to his master," Antonin sneered.

“It’s a pity that the Dark Lord once had it, but couldn’t use it,” Lucius said with a sigh, then looked at Harry in front of the arch with amusement. “The game is over, Potter.”

You can't possibly believe, or be so naive as to think, that a bunch of kids have a chance of beating us, can you?

"Don't come any closer," Hermione said, pointing the gun at Lucius with a trembling voice.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Miss Granger, do you think you can scare me?" Lucius shook his head dismissively. "I know this weapon just as well as you do. It unleashes its powerful force by absorbing the user's magic."

Although it works well, its attack method is relatively simple, and it is not difficult to use if you prepare in advance and hide.

Furthermore, I don't believe you have the magical power to use it a third time. Even if you could, you'd be exhausted afterward.

"Then you can give it a try?" Hermione's face paled, but she still mustered her courage and said, "He only gave me three bullets, and the last one was made from a Thunderbird's tail feather, which is much more powerful than the first two."

Antonin grinned and stepped forward, but was stopped by Lucius before he could take more than a few steps. "There's no need for that. She was never our target."

“Harry Potter,” Lucius looked at him confidently, “Now can you give me the Prophecy Orb? The Dark Lord is waiting!”

"I..."

"It seems you're still hesitating, but that's okay. Do you need your friends to help urge them on?"

Harry looked around and saw that Ron and his three friends were each being held by a Death Eater. Neville, in particular, had his wand pointed at his throat by his enemy Bellatrix, who looked like he was about to attack at any moment.

“Don’t give it to him,” Neville roared. “Don’t give it to them, Harry.”

“Longbottom, if I were you, I wouldn’t say that.”

You know your grandmother is already used to losing loved ones; if something happens to you, she'll be heartbroken.

“Hahaha…” Bella laughed maniacally, “How about we see how long Longbottom can hold out before he goes insane like his parents?”

“Let everyone else leave, and I’ll hand it over to you,” Harry said seriously. He had already paid the price for his recklessness and didn’t want the price to be any worse.

“Do you even have the right to haggle?” Lucius scoffed.

Four of the six were taken prisoner, and Potter would have been one of them if it weren't for the fear of damaging the Prophecy Ball.

Granger had a slight deterrent effect, but it was practically the same as having none at all.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Bella cast the Cruciatus Curse on Neville, who screamed and curled up on the ground, convulsing in agony.

"Stop!" Harry angrily raised the prophecy orb a few notches. "Or I'll smash it."

"Calm down, Bella. We need the Prophecy Ball. Do you want to disappoint the Dark Lord?"

Seemingly intimidated by the Dark Lord's name, Bella reluctantly stopped, "Just let him have a taste of it."

“Alright, Potter.” Lucius stepped forward, ignoring Hermione holding the spider lily. He knew perfectly well that with these hostages in hand, she would never dare to fire.

He held out his right hand to Harry. "I'll be direct. Just give me the Prophecy Orb, or you can watch them die."