A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

A dozen seconds later, he collapsed to the ground, exhausted, but his eyes had returned to normal. "You are the weak one. You have never understood love or friendship. I feel sorry for you."

"Oh ho!" Aaron was somewhat surprised. "He can actually hold his own against the Dark Lord's consciousness. It seems I don't need to teach him his Occlumency technique."

Suddenly, green flames burst forth from the two rows of fireplaces in the main hall, and a large number of male and female wizards surged in like a tide.

Voldemort knew it was time to retreat, and so he left Harry's body.

Everyone, including Fudge, stared at him in disbelief, but before they could react, Voldemort vanished into black particles.

“He’s back,” Fudge murmured in disbelief. “But how is that possible?”

My Merlin! Right here, right in the Ministry of Magic, it's unbelievable!

"I suggest you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries. There are a few escaped Death Eaters there, waiting for your judgment!"

“Dumbledore,” Fudge gritted his teeth, looking at him. “Someone, grab him!”

“I don’t want to duel with your men, but if you insist on forcing me, then I will have no choice but to defeat them again.” Dumbledore’s voice carried a hint of anger. “Now is not the time for you to abuse your power and act unreasonably. You, and all of you, have seen the evidence with your own eyes, which proves that what I have been telling you for the past year is true.”

Voldemort is back. You've arrested the wrong people these past twelve months.

"I, I didn't..."

Fudge wanted to say something more to cover up his major mistake in decision-making.

But everyone around him looked at him with distrust, and even Percy Weasley, who had always regarded him as a faith, kept his distance from him, which forced him to abandon the plan.

"Okay! Okay!"

Delilah, Williamson, go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries.

As for you, Dumbledore, you have to tell me what's going on here.

“I will explain it clearly, but I need to send them back first.”

"Them?" Fudge then noticed Harry Potter and Snape and the others not far away. "What are they doing here?"

“I told you I would explain,” Dumbledore said impatiently, then pointed his wand at the head of the fallen golden wizard statue. “Mentos.”

The wizard's head emitted a blue glow and trembled slightly on the floor, but quickly calmed down.

"That's a door key for the Ministry of Magic. I didn't authorize you to use it; you can't..."

Halfway through his sentence, Fudge met Dumbledore's sharp gaze, and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"You need to issue an order for Dolores Umbridge to leave Hogwarts, and also stop your Aurors from hunting down my Magical Creatures Protection Professor so he can return to school."

Of course, if you still need my help, you can write to me anytime.

"I...I understand," Fudge said with a complicated expression.

“Take this Portkey.” Dumbledore helped Harry up and placed the head of the wizard statue in his hand. “It will take you to the Headmaster’s office. Stay there and don’t wander off until I get back.”

Harry nodded blankly and disappeared a few seconds later.

“Severus, please take them back to rest. You know where to take them, right?”

“I know,” Professor Snape said, then led the group to a fireplace.

A flash of green flame, and they arrived at the Order of the Phoenix.

"Get some rest first, and go back to school to see Mrs. Pomfrey tomorrow!"

"Professor, I have some questions..."

"We'll talk about it another time!" Professor Snape turned and walked into the fireplace, showing no intention of replying.

"Damn! You ran pretty fast." Aaron curled his lip in disdain. "But you can run away once you've got your foot in the door. You can run away from the professor, but you can't run away from the school."

"What did you say?" Luna asked curiously.

"nothing."

“Sirius isn’t coming back,” Ginny said sadly. “Harry will go crazy, he probably already is.”

“Dumbledore will surely be able to persuade him to cheer up,” Neville said.

“That’s not an easy estimate; that’s his only family member.” Ron emphasized the word ‘only,’ then looked at Aaron and hesitated before asking, “You really didn’t bring that potion with you?”

"It's fake, it's on me, okay!" Aaron said, looking at him irritably. "I just don't understand why everyone thinks I'm abandoning someone who's dying?"

"Uh... don't get me wrong," Ron said, blushing. "I'm not doubting you, I just... feel really sorry."

"Heh!" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "You need to understand one thing: I never owe Harry anything, much less Sirius."

If you encounter a life-or-death situation, use your life-saving potion; even if you give me ten thousand bottles, it won't be enough.

And to put it bluntly, you're all happy that I saved Sirius today, but who will help me when my family is critically injured and dying tomorrow?

Ron was speechless, unsure how to refute.

"Feel sorry!"

"Hmph! Although your apology wasn't very sincere, I'll still accept it reluctantly."

You have no idea how much I invested in tonight's game, no idea how much I sacrificed, but I almost gave myself up to save you.

"Did you do that to save us?" Ginny asked weakly. "We were just incidentally there!"

Aaron: ......

"I have to criticize you a bit here. You can't be so self-deprecating!"

Chapter 511, the complete version of Immortality, is digging up an old post...isn't that inappropriate?

Hogsmeade Village, the Screaming Shack.

While Ron and the other three were resting and sleeping, Aaron brought Abe's phantom teleportation here.

"It's amazing that you thought of meeting here."

“There’s nothing I can do.” The Memory Entity, sitting on a dilapidated wooden bed, shrugged. “We archmages can’t Apparate at Hogwarts. After I took Hermione to Hagrid’s hut, I saw the Whomping Willow and remembered that there was such a secret passage in the school.”

"It's good that you've been delivered to your destination. It's not time for the Divine Palace to be exposed yet."

“But she’s probably already realized something’s wrong,” the thought-provoking entity said with amusement. “She’s always been very clever, hasn’t she?”

"It's alright," Aaron said dismissively. "At most, she's just suspicious right now. By the time she really finds out, we'll be fearless in the face of any challenge."

“That’s true.” The thought body nodded in agreement.

Aaron found a sofa that wasn't too dirty and sat down, then eagerly opened the task panel.

Be a responsible and dedicated class leader (from now until the end of this semester);

The reward for completing the task is 1200 magic points; there is no penalty for failure. [Accepted]

[Change the prophecy, change the fate of the dying;]

The reward for completing the task is 1000 magic points; there is no penalty for failing the task. [Completed]

"System, claim the reward for the second task."

Immediately, right away.

"Okay, host."

"Then...buy the horse charm."

“No problem at all, host.”

Aaron's thousand magic points were wiped out in an instant before he could even enjoy them, but he didn't feel any heartache at all.

Instead, looking at the octagonal talisman with a light blue horse head pattern on his hand, his mouth couldn't help but stretch to the back of his ears.

The dog charm granted him immortality, making him virtually unkillable, even Death himself couldn't touch him.

However, immortality does not mean invulnerability, lack of pain, or immunity to poisoning, curses, illnesses, and a host of other negative effects.

The Horse Talisman can make up for this shortcoming. Its healing power can remove all abnormal effects caused by external forces, cure all illnesses and injuries, and even restore missing limbs immediately.

It can be said that the combination of the dog talisman's immortality and the horse talisman's healing power constitutes the complete version of immortality.

Moreover, the power of the Horse Talisman can not only affect the human body, but also restore damaged objects to their perfect state.

"Absorb!" Aaron said, unable to hide his excitement.

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue horse head pattern on the talisman gradually turned gray, and the exact same horse head pattern flashed in Aaron's pupils.

The healing power swept over his entire body, and his injuries were completely healed in the blink of an eye, greatly improving his overall condition.

"Not bad, I feel great now." Aaron crushed the talisman into powder. "It's a pity it can't restore magic power, otherwise it would be perfect."

"If you could restore your magic power, it wouldn't cost this much." The Thought Entity shook its head with a smile, then reminded, "Although your ability to save your life has been enhanced, you still can't get carried away."

"Don't worry, I understand this principle. In any situation, strength is what matters." Aaron said very seriously. Immortality may seem like an unsolvable ability, but it does not mean invincibility.

He's already seen Death tonight; who knows if there are any other gods in the magical world?

They may not be able to kill themselves, but they have at least ten thousand ways to destroy themselves: sealing, dismembering, devouring, enslaving, and so on. All of these methods can pose a threat to them.

Therefore, keeping a low profile is the key to success; unless you are invincible, you should still play it safe.

"Let's get back to the main point!" said the Missing Person. "After going back, I thought about it carefully."

Everything that happened tonight wasn't just wrong, it was extremely wrong.

“I feel the same way. There are just too many coincidences.” Aaron’s smile gradually faded. “It feels like it was all arranged by someone.”

"Barty's appearance prevented us from leaving in time, and then we had to face Voldemort." The thought continued, "The secrets and knowledge of the Gaius family greatly aroused the Dark Lord's interest in us, and if we didn't want to be prisoners and experimental subjects, we had no choice but to fight to the death."

They exposed many of their trump cards: magic circles, Abe, mental space, dragon transformation, and my clone... The twin brothers look impressive, but they can't stand up to scrutiny. A little investigation will reveal that my identity is fake.

But the more we reveal, the more interested Voldemort becomes in us; the mere fact that it involves the secret of becoming a god is enough to make him focus his attention on us.

“But our clan relies on nothing more than two words: talent.” Aaron sighed. “This is the legacy of our ancestors, but he will not believe it, much less accept it.”

Moreover, in a sense, we've already broken off all pretense tonight, and our threat to him will skyrocket, second only to Dumbledore.

Once he's dealt with Dumbledore, we'll naturally become his next target.

"What's even more interesting is the timing of the Order of the Phoenix's appearance," the psychic sneered. "Just when my appearance eased the tensions between the two sides and Voldemort was about to sign a one-year truce, they happened to show up."

"Tell me, what are the odds of that happening? The probability is even smaller than winning a multi-million dollar lottery!"

"Who says otherwise? Several times when I tried to climb out of the vortex, I was inexplicably pushed back down by a black hand."