A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The advantage of having more people became apparent at this point. Ninjas couldn't withstand magic, but wizards were just as vulnerable. Even with the Ironclad Charm protecting them, the relentless attacks were still quite bothersome.

Although the number of ninjas is decreasing, the situation has reached a stalemate, but it won't last long.

"What are you standing there for?" Aaron looked at the dumbfounded Harry and the others with exasperation. "Do I need to teach you how to escape?"

"Let's go!" Luna was the first to snap out of it, grabbing Ginny and Ron and rushing towards the door.

Harry looked at Aaron with concern, the mask on his face that seemed to come alive sending chills down his spine. "You... this mask really doesn't have any side effects?"

Aaron grinned, revealing his sharp teeth. "Want to give it a try? It's fine for short-term use, but it might not work if you wear it for a long time or overuse it."

“I didn’t mean that?” Harry said nervously, waving his hands.

"Then get out of here before the ninja soldiers disappear."

Of course, you can stay and hold us back if you want, but let me make this clear: your fate is in our own hands, and I won't care about your life or death from now on.

Harry:......

"Let's go, Harry, staying here won't help," Neville said hastily, pulling him down from the platform.

"I..." Hermione hesitated, "Should I leave with them?"

"Forget about you." Aaron looked at the six Death Eaters who were being held back below and said meaningfully, "Tonight, one of you will die at the hands of the Death Eaters."

I don't know who that person is, but if you're by my side, it definitely won't be you.

“The master is right,” the prophecy book suddenly said.

"Shut up. If your predictions were even slightly accurate, things wouldn't be like this now."

"This is not my fault, it's just the prophecy."

It's accurate, but full of surprises; getting a favorable prediction requires a certain amount of luck.

"Pah! Is this your excuse for never giving me good news?"

“Master, you must speak with a clear conscience!” The face on the cover of the prophecy book showed a bitter expression. “All the prophecies I have made so far have nothing to do with you, Master. You are the one who actively got involved in those bad news.”

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. It was the truth, and even if he wanted to refute it, he wouldn't know what to say.

In less than two minutes, the fifty ninjas were completely wiped out, but Harry and his friends also left the room.

“Quite interesting. It’s been a long time since we’ve had an event like this,” Bella sneered. The other five Death Eaters also leisurely surrounded the platform.

They didn't care about Harry Potter's escape at all, otherwise they wouldn't have let the others leave the room so easily. The prophecy orb and Aaron Gaius, whom the Dark Lord specifically requested, were their targets.

“Those soldiers are fearless of death, fearless of pain, and skilled in both melee and ranged combat. Most terrifying of all is their obedience to the masked man’s every command.” Lucius looked at Aaron. “Am I right?”

“That’s right.” Aaron chuckled dismissively, “but we overlooked one thing: they can move freely through the shadows.”

"A very powerful dark magic item, almost unsolvable for Muggles, and a huge threat to wizards below the level of mages, even lone mages, but it's not quite enough for us."

Furthermore, this item can only summon a limited number of soldiers; you can't summon a second batch in a short time, otherwise it would be too terrifying.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Aaron clapped his hands. "That's right, Uncle Lucius."

But that's the general case; as long as the user is willing to pay a price, they can summon even more soldiers.

"What price?" Hermione asked nervously.

"You can summon another fifty shadow ninjas with magic or physical strength, but if you want to use the mask further, you will have to consume your life force."

“No way,” Hermione blurted out.

"Of course not, I'm not stupid enough to waste my life." Aaron said with a wry smile, "There are still more than two minutes before the Dark Lord arrives, we should leave now."

"Want to leave? Do you think that's possible?" Luke Wood scoffed. "We haven't attacked you yet because we're waiting for the Dark Lord. You don't think you can take care of the six of us in two minutes, do you?"

"I have enough self-awareness to know that two minutes is a bit difficult, but I can try ten minutes."

"you..."

“Shut up, Luke, he does have that ability.”

You haven't seen him fight with all his might. Like I said before, if we were to actually fight, even if we won, at least half of us would die.

"That's right, Mr. Malfoy sees things clearly."

Lucius paused for a moment. "It wouldn't be difficult to stall you for a while, and to put it bluntly, you should have let Granger leave with you earlier."

"That won't do. Her magic is almost depleted. Who knows what might happen on the way back?"

“Now she can’t go back either,” Bella said smugly. She had set up an anti-phantom teleportation spell, making it impossible for him to break through with a burden like that.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Aaron took Hermione’s right hand and grasped the black key. “This key was a parting gift from a good friend I made a few years ago.”

The material of this key is extremely rare; it is a unique treasure.

I originally intended to keep it as a keepsake, but one day, my housekeeper showed me the door key, and I suddenly had a whim to modify it into…”

"The door key." Lucius's expression changed slightly, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems Aaron can leave here safely, and he doesn't have to take much responsibility. Who would have thought he had a door key!

"Haha, that's so true."

"I can break the anti-phantom teleportation spell, but you won't give me the time."

“We won’t give you time to use the door key either,” Luke Wood said coldly.

"That's why I'm still wearing this mask!" Aaron said calmly. "I'll consume some magic power and summon another batch of shadow ninjas. It won't take long; I can hold you off for a dozen seconds."

"Hurry up and do it!" Bella shouted immediately.

The six Death Eaters swung their wands in perfect unison, unleashing curses such as the Stunning Curse, Disarming Curse, and Leg-Losing Curse from different directions at Aaron.

He offered no resistance, yet the spells passed through his and Hermione's bodies without causing them any harm.

"This is...an illusion, damn it!" Bella cursed. "When?"

"Just now, I wouldn't be so stupid as to talk to you without any preparation, would I?" Aaron's illusion curled up slightly, revealing an innocent smile.

Although he was wearing the Nija mask, his sinister smile had no intimidating power at this moment. Instead, it was so infuriating that it made the Death Eaters furious.

“There it is,” Bella said, pointing to the steps of the platform. Aaron’s illusions could easily fool wizards weaker than him, but it would only take a little time for the Death Eater elites here to see through them.

"Too late." Aaron dispelled the illusion, and at the same time, fifty more shadowy ninjas emerged from the shadows and launched an attack.

A ninja emerged from the shadows of each of them, and the close proximity forced them to abandon their attack on Aaron, or they would be cleaved in two by the ninja's katana.

It's true that the Death Eaters wanted to complete the Dark Lord's mission, but what's the point of completing the mission if they're dead?

However, after dealing with the nearest ninja, six or seven more ninjas surrounded them, and they could only deal with the chaotic scene for the time being.

Goodbye, everyone.

Aaron bowed gracefully and then activated the door key in his hand.

Just then, the door to the execution chamber was violently broken open, and Harry and his friends were thrown in one by one.

Barty Crouch Jr. strode in with three Death Eaters. He looked at the melee in the room, paused for a moment in surprise, then locked onto Aaron and Hermione, who were teleporting away, and grinned as he raised his wand.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

Aaron was useful to the Dark Lord, so the green light flew straight towards Hermione.

"Gift crab!"

Aaron cursed and immediately released the door key from his hand.

Two magic circles, one red and one blue, blocked in front of him, deflecting the Death Curse.

"No!"

Hermione screamed in panic and tried to grab Aaron, but it was too late.

With a loud bang, the Portkey disappeared with Hermione, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already in Hagrid's cabin.

This is Hagrid's house... but something feels off.

This isn't the time to think about these things, Professor Snape. We must find him; perhaps he hasn't notified the Order of the Phoenix yet...

boom!

Just as she was thinking this, everything suddenly went black, and she collapsed onto the table.

The surrounding environment changed rapidly, from Hagrid's hut to a magnificent palace.

The thought silently put away its white wand that had cast the stun spell, and sighed helplessly, "I'm just destined to be a busybody. I'll have to take her to Hagrid's house later."

However, this task can probably only be done by the main body; even though we were at the very last step, Little Barty suddenly appeared.

......

Department of Mysteries, Execution Chamber.

Barty Crouch Jr. burst into maniacal laughter, doubled over with laughter, "I knew it, I knew you would do that."

Aaron stared at Little Barty with a gloomy face, saying nothing.

It's no use being angry now; the worst has still happened.

The three Death Eaters brought by Barty Jr. also joined the battle. With their support, Lucius and his men defeated fifty Shadow Ninjas in less than half a minute.

“Crouch,” Lucius raised an eyebrow, “you’ve come just in time!”

"This is the master's intention, to arrange for me to come here just in case."

"It seems fortunate I came, otherwise Mr. Gaius would have been let go by you." Little Barty said smugly.

Bella raised her wand and looked at Aaron meaningfully, asking, "You almost tricked me, but now that you've teleported that Mudblood away, you shouldn't have a second Portkey, right?"

"Nothing."

A black aura emerged from Aaron's fingers as he ripped off Nija's mask.

"Uncle Lucius, I think you can tell me what business the Dark Lord has with me?"

"I don't know either, but now you know to cooperate properly?"

“I’m not stupid,” Aaron said sincerely. “With my current level of magic, it’s almost impossible for me to take on ten people in a minute.”

Moreover, there were five prisoners who were holding us back.

"I'm so sorry!" Harry said, on the verge of tears, "We ran into Barty and the others as soon as we left the Department of Mysteries, so..."