A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The word "god" is far beyond the reach of Muggles, and faith is their only way of comforting themselves by connecting with the divine on a spiritual level.

However, gods are real to wizards, such as the legendary Merlin. But Merlin seems to have left no descendants. Now Voldemort has discovered other gods, and what's even more surprising is that this god left behind a wizarding family. If this gets out, the entire wizarding world will be in an uproar.

Aaron paused for a moment, then waved his hand with an awkward laugh, "That's utter nonsense, complete rubbish, a blatant fabrication."

Even if you're the Dark Lord, you don't have to tease me like this. This joke isn't funny at all.

Voldemort snorted, "I've consulted many ancient texts this year. The Gaius, Darwin, Ishkar, and Klein wizarding families were founded thousands of years ago. They have helped each other and are closely connected, and they intermarry every few hundred years."

They seemed like prophets who knew the future, almost perfectly avoiding all pitfalls and ensuring the family's stable development and the purity of its bloodline.

Aaron was also a little unsettled. "This can only mean that the people in our family are generally of high quality, and that our ancestral teachings do not allow us to participate in any disputes in the magical world."

"I've been to many places and asked many people," Voldemort sneered. "My Death Eaters include pure-blooded individuals with long histories, officials who have worked for the Ministry of Magic for generations, and even some dark creatures."

They don't know much about you, but they respect you immensely. In both the legitimate and underworld circles, your influence is more powerful than mine or Dumbledore's.

"The Malfoys are pretty much the same, aren't they?" Aaron immediately steered the conversation toward the Malfoys. "They have connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles."

"But this situation has persisted for thousands of years. Is that normal?"

"Perhaps, maybe, it's normal!" Aaron said uncertainly. Generally speaking, a once-prosperous wizarding family could not possibly withstand thousands of years of changes.

A single Dark Lord could overwhelm Malfoy, and there have been many wizards more talented than Voldemort throughout the millennia. A single accident could cause a family to decline.

"And what about talent?" Voldemort asked with envy and resentment. "Aaron, don't you think the talent of your four families is frighteningly high?"

"Uh... this probably has little to do with talent," Aaron said seriously. "The reason I have my current level of magic power is purely due to my family's upbringing."

"I have to catch up on twenty or thirty classes during my holidays. You can ask Lucius; he knows."

“Heh!” Voldemort shook his head. “I also did a lot of research, and even found Salazar Slytherin’s notes. He visited the Gaius family after leaving Hogwarts.”

I don't know his purpose at the time, but after he returned, he left a warning for the descendants of Slytherin: never provoke these four families.

Salazar was already a Saint Archmage at that time. What could be so serious that it would make a Saint Archmage take it so seriously?

"Perhaps Slytherin and Gaius made some kind of deal, which happened almost a thousand years ago, who knows?"

"Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor also visited your home, and Rowena Ravenclaw later visited the Darwin family in a special way."

These three powerful wizards made almost the same decision as Salazar Slytherin; don't tell me it's all a coincidence.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence?" Aaron said stubbornly.

"Crush the Heart!" Voldemort decisively cast the Crucifixion on Ron. "Think carefully before you answer, or I can't guarantee this spell won't fall on you."

Aaron: ......

"Alright, I admit that our family did indeed produce a god of magic. Are you satisfied now?"

Chapter 502 The Method to Become a God? The Black Demon King Who Goes Back on His Word

Voldemort blinked, seemingly surprised by Aaron's decisiveness.

This concerns the God of Magic, and is considered a top secret within wizarding families. Aaron's easy admission of it seems somewhat unrealistic to Aaron.

"I thought you'd be a bit tougher."

"Those who understand the times are the heroes!"

"I don't want to suffer any physical pain; that would be too unfair," Aaron said sheepishly, but inwardly he scoffed.

For any wizard in the magical world, the God of Magic is an unattainable being, and one may not appear for thousands of years.

However, their family has no shortage of powerful deities, but these big shots live or travel in other worlds. Unless something extremely important happens, they won't come back easily. There are only a few records of them in the family tree.

Voldemort, of course, had no idea what Aaron was thinking. He assumed Aaron had chosen to submit and nodded in satisfaction. "I like smart people."

"If I were stupid, I wouldn't be alive today."

"My second question is, is your family's deity still alive?"

Aaron frowned slightly, not answering immediately, but looking at Harry and the others meaningfully, "What follows will be charged."

"Are you trying to bargain?" Little Barty said coldly.

"This is a fair trade, and the Dark Lord will definitely make a profit."

“Perhaps his companion’s screams will bring him to his senses.” Bella tapped her wand, looking with amusement at the five trembling prisoners. “So… who should we choose?”

How's Weasley? That little girl's eyes are really scary.

"Whatever makes you happy." Aaron yawned nonchalantly. "I've already sent away those who needed to be sent away. The rest aren't that important."

I've given them many chances, but they haven't seized them. They deserve some punishment.

Bella's eyes twitched slightly, and an inexplicable anger welled up in her heart. "Heart-piercing wrist bone."

"Shattered to pieces!"

Aaron immediately raised his wand, and the red ball of light shattered the Crucifixion in mid-air.

“Looks like the hostages are still somewhat useful,” Bella teased. “Now you can answer the Dark Lord’s questions honestly.”

"That probably won't work."

Bellatrix, you need to understand one thing: I'm not a prisoner. Whether I cooperate or not depends on my mood.

“If you cooperate, I can spare them,” Voldemort said dismissively. “They’re not worth much anyway.”

Aaron shrugged and continued, "That ancestor is dead. He gave his life for a great cause, bringing blessings to his descendants."

"do you died?"

Voldemort seemed to understand; this answer aligned with his judgment.

If that Archmage were still alive, he wouldn't dare to make such a fuss about the heir of the Gaius family. Even if he believed he had the combat power to rival a Saint Archmage, he would still be nothing more than an ant in front of the Archmage.

Did he leave behind a method for becoming a god?

Voldemort asked nervously, his voice trembling slightly.

This is his ultimate goal. He is currently only very far on the path to immortality, but only by becoming a god can he grasp a sliver of hope for eternal life.

"do not know."

"Hmm?" Voldemort's burning passion was suddenly extinguished by a bucket of cold water, and his gaze toward Aaron turned hostile.

“I really don’t know,” Aaron said immediately. “I’m just the heir, not the patriarch.”

Besides, I'm not even a Grand Magister yet, so telling my family wouldn't make much difference and would actually do me a lot of harm.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort gave him a disdainful look, but did not make things difficult for him.

After all, this is a very important matter, and it would be unreliable to tell an heir who hasn't even graduated yet.

“However, there are other methods as well. I’ve seen two of them in the family library,” Aaron said, stroking his chin. “But using these methods to become a god might have some hidden dangers, or side effects.”

"Tell me about it," Voldemort said, his interest piqued.

What do side effects matter? He turned himself into this inhuman creature in his pursuit of immortality. What's another sacrifice for eternal life? He might as well just give up being human.

"Don't tell him!" Harry shouted.

"Crush the Heart!" Voldemort used the Crucifixion Curse without hesitation.

Harry lay on the ground screaming in agony, experiencing the same despair as last year, but still gritted his teeth and said, "You absolutely cannot tell him, otherwise..."

"Without a sound."

Harry's voice stopped abruptly. Voldemort glared at him coldly. "Be glad you're still somewhat useful, or I would have killed you immediately."

“Mr. Gaius, you can continue.”

Aaron ignored Harry's almost pleading eyes. What a joke! If I don't tell him, I'll be the one in trouble.

"The first type is to communicate with powerful demon gods who far surpass ordinary gods, and to serve them as servants."

As long as you honestly serve them and meet their demands, they will naturally give you generous rewards, including the evolution of your life form.

"Servants?" Voldemort smiled dismissively. "Slaves, perhaps?"

“Ordinary people wouldn’t even consider becoming slaves,” Aaron scoffed. “Besides, it’s not that simple. It’s just about joining a faction to make your path easier.”

If you communicate with a benevolent being, you will have a high degree of freedom. Such a deity may not even glance at you for millions of years.

But if you're communicating with an evil entity, then congratulations, they still won't take you seriously, but they'll squeeze every last bit of value out of you.

However, they also know that you have to feed a horse if you want it to run; this is a more realistic approach. You might get what you want more easily, but the price you pay might be unbearable.

Voldemort pondered for a moment, then asked, "How do we communicate with them?"

"It depends on yourself. As long as you are good enough, you will naturally gain the favor of the gods."

One possibility is that someone will guide you to a representative of the gods, who might then give you this opportunity.

One method is sacrifice, offering sacrifices and communicating through a special magic circle, but the gods may not respond, because they have no shortage of sacrifices.

Voldemort snorted. He decisively abandoned the first option. He was confident in his talent, but relying on divine favor was somewhat unreliable. He also abandoned the second option, as he had never heard of any representative of the gods. So he could only choose the third option, but this was also difficult. He knew nothing about the sacrificial rituals, magic circles, or offerings.

"You should know about the ritual for establishing a connection with a demon god, right?"

"Oh! I really didn't know that."

"lie."

“I’m not lying to you,” Aaron said with a hint of helplessness. “The Gaius family has no records of those magic arrays, rituals, or even spells. After all, even gods are not without desires. Asking them for help requires far more than you receive, and our family hates trouble the most.”

"Then how did you know about this method?" Voldemort pressed, but he quickly realized something. "If it wasn't the Gaius family, then it must be one of the other three, right?"

Aaron: ......

"Here's a piece of advice: don't get involved with them."

"Tell me which one?" Voldemort said nonchalantly. He had already dragged the heir of one family into this mess, so offending another one wouldn't make much difference.

“Darwin, their family is in charge of keeping records,” Aaron said weakly. “However, the Darwin family is different from the Gaius family. Although they have similar rules against participating in magical conflicts, it is almost impossible for them to drag their heir down with them as they did with me.”

They had no reason to get involved, and Leon was more cunning than a monkey; you couldn't find him at all. As for Cria...

"I'm not trying to discourage you, but that girl's intelligence and emotional intelligence are far superior to mine. She's the undisputed darling of all four families. If you dare to make a move on her, you'll face consequences you absolutely cannot afford."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort's lips twitched, and he could only suppress his thoughts.

After all, we are still a step away from becoming a Saint Magus. We should first achieve our small goal of unifying the magic world and eliminating Muggles before making further plans.