A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“I believe that. Dumbledore is indeed a very good person. I have never met anyone more kind and benevolent than him. But he was not very polite when he tricked me.”

That makes sense, though; if good people want to fight bad people, they have to be more cunning than the bad people.

"That's just sophistry," Snape said speechlessly. "But it seems to make sense, there's nothing wrong with it."

Aaron shrugged. "Professor, I am well aware of my current situation, but I will not suffer in silence. Even if I have to rebel against Voldemort, I will only do so according to my own plan."

"I can only say that Dumbledore underestimated me, and the Dark Lord underestimated me too."

"What do you mean?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow and gave a mysterious smile. "Professor, do you think what you saw last night was all there was to it?"

"Let me tell you a little something: last night, when Voldemort possessed me, I almost killed him."

Snape's pupils dilated violently. "Are you kidding me?"

“This is no joke.” Aaron drew his wand and pointed it at his temple, extracting wisps of white substance from his brain.

These substances flew into the air and transformed into a projection, which displayed the battle between Aaron and Voldemort in the Mind Space.

Professor Snape raised an eyebrow, looking at this memory with great interest, after all, it was something the Order of the Phoenix did not know.

The first half was alright. Although it had a huge impact on his not-so-fragile mind, he was used to seeing a lot and could barely accept it.

But in the latter half, when he saw the ferocious thunder roar that almost took Voldemort down in one move, he couldn't hold back any longer and stood up from his chair with wide eyes.

"This, this, this...is this real?"

"Calm down, professor."

"You're the Head of Slytherin, not the Head of the House, this is too small a matter..."

"You're telling me this is a small matter?" Snape interrupted in astonishment. "If that magic circle were used, Hogwarts might not even exist anymore."

Chapter 515 Sirius's Soul, You Don't Want the Black Family to Die Out of Line, Do You?

Professor Snape took a while to calm himself down. "I used to think Dumbledore was making a mountain out of a molehill, but now I realize I was being naive."

"Uh... Professor, that was just a battle of consciousness. In the real world, I couldn't beat Voldemort."

"But at least I see hope."

Professor Snape raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a relaxed smile.

He had always been skeptical of Dumbledore's plan because it was not guaranteed to succeed and was very risky, but Aaron showed him another possibility: to defeat the Dark Lord head-on.

The reason why the battle between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters lasted so long was mainly because Dumbledore and Voldemort, the two leaders, were evenly matched.

In other words, this situation is unlikely to change much before the Black and White Demon Kings decide their victor.

“Professor, I think you may have misunderstood something,” Aaron said with a strange expression. “Under normal circumstances, it would take me decades to reach that level.”

In reality, neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore would give me that much time.

"We could have negotiated a longer-term solution, but Dumbledore is ruthless; he didn't even give me a year-long truce."

Upon hearing this, Professor Snape paused for a moment.

It's like a breath stuck in your throat, unable to come up or go down, making you feel suffocated.

“Professor, I’m showing you this not for any other reason than to let you know that I won’t be a pawn on the chessboard.” Aaron calmly poured himself a cup of tea, ignoring Professor Snape’s complicated expression. “I’ve also considered the possibility that I might stand against Voldemort, and I’ve made many preparations for that.”

After all, I offended him back in first grade, and I don't think the Dark Lord would be so forgiving as to forget those things, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to be pushed around by others.

Snape was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. "I will keep what I just saw a secret. This memory will be buried deep in my brain, and no one will be able to see it."

"I'm very satisfied with your attitude," Aaron said with a smile.

"Would you like me to pass on a message to Dumbledore?" Professor Snape asked tentatively.

"No need," Aaron waved his hand. "I will have an open and honest talk with our principal when the time is right."

He's dug himself a hole he can't escape from this time; he has to pay some price!

Hearing this, Snape's eyes lit up slightly. "I personally support your decision wholeheartedly, but I still hope you can listen to his opinion, and if possible... try your best to protect Harry Potter."

"Tsk! Professor, I know you used to have feelings for his mother."

But his mother has been dead for so many years, it's about time you let it go!

“This is what I owe her,” Professor Snape said in a deep voice, “and it is also my request to you.”

“I’ll think about it, but do you know how much you value Harry?”

Snape paused for a moment, then said calmly, "He doesn't need to know."

Aaron rolled his eyes, silently complaining to himself.

What's so good about being arrogant? Look how open and honest he is. Every time he points his finger at Mr. Potter and scolds him, Mr. Potter has no choice but to humbly accept it.

......

Shenming Palace.

Having learned the cause and effect of the incident, Aaron returned to the secret room.

The thought entity rolled its eyes at the original body, then took out an ice coffin radiating cold air from the changing space.

"This is what you want."

"Uh...all I need is the body, there's no need to bring the coffin back."

“Of course I know,” the thought entity said silently. “I made this coffin using an ice magic array and then added runes to enhance its preservative effect, ensuring that the body will not decompose in a short time.”

"You've worked hard, didn't you give anything away?"

"Don't worry at all. I personally took charge. What flaws could there be?" the thought-form said with some pride. "I used Captain Jack's compass to find the Black family's cemetery, and then used illusion magic to cover the cemetery so that the shadow ninja could dig out Sirius's body. After that, I used magic to restore it to its original state, and even the grass next to the tombstone was not bent over."

To ensure everything went perfectly, I even went to the hospital morgue and used shapeshifting to turn a corpse into Sirius Black, then dressed him in the same clothes, and even his smell was exactly the same.

Unless a professional wizard personally examines the body, don't expect to find even the slightest flaw.

Aaron gave the thought entity a thumbs up, "That's me for you."

“Grave raiding is quite exciting,” Si Nian Ti said sheepishly. “I initially thought it would take more effort, but Sirius’s burial was more rushed than I expected, and the funeral was hardly dignified.”

“After all, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​still very busy,” Aaron remarked. He then walked to the coffin, used illusion magic to cover it and the thought body together, and concealed most of the functions of the Divine Sound Palace, making it look much more ordinary.

Then, he took out the glass ball that contained Sirius's soul and smashed it hard on the ground.

Click!

The glass ball shattered instantly, and grayish-white smoke drifted out, forming a human figure.

Sirius opened his eyes groggily, glancing in surprise at the somewhat desolate hall before him, and then sensing his own soul state.

"Is this what the world of the dead is like? I wonder if I'll ever see James again?"

"I doubt it," Aaron's voice sounded behind him.

"You?" Sirius stared wide-eyed at Aaron. "Gaius, you're dead too?"

"That shouldn't be! Dumbledore said he would protect you."

"So should I thank him?" Aaron sneered.

Sirius also noticed a significant difference in their states. Apart from his body no longer being grayish-white, he was practically indistinguishable from a ghost, while Aaron truly possessed a physical body.

"You...you're not dead?" Sirius's eyes widened even more.

"Thanks to the Order of the Phoenix, I'm still alive and well."

"So I've... become a ghost?"

"That doesn't make sense, I'm not a ghost now!"

“Of course you’re not a ghost, you’re a soul,” Aaron said enigmatically. “A living soul.”

"That's no joke," Sirius said casually, shrugging. "I'm dead. I was hit by my sister's Killing Curse. Where would a living soul come from?"

"What if I extracted your soul the instant you were struck by the Killing Curse?"

Sirius paused for a moment, then raised his voice in surprise, "What did you say?"

“It’s just what you think,” Aaron said casually. “You’re not a ghost now, and you’re not completely dead either, but you’re not much better off.”

Gulu!

Sirius swallowed hard. "The Gaius family really teaches everything, huh?"

The magic that extracts the soul is, in some ways, even more extreme than the Imperius Curse.

“My family didn’t teach me this; I’m self-taught.”

Also, you should treat your savior better.

"You might as well let me die a quick death!" Sirius said, on the verge of tears. "My physical body should have already fallen into the veil, and now I'm just a wandering ghost."

"Yes, but it can also not be."

"What do you mean? You don't mean you want me to find a corpse to fuse with, do you?" Sirius frowned deeply. "I'd rather be scattered to the winds than do that."

"Hiss... Reincarnation." Aaron gasped. "How come I didn't think of that?"

"Ahem! Don't worry, I'm not that tasteless."

I've retrieved your body as well.

"Hmm?" Sirius was surprised for a moment, then murmured in disbelief, "This is impossible. I know a little about the veil. No living person can enter it."

“That’s absolutely right. I went through a lot of trouble to snatch you back from the clutches of death.” Aaron said, dispelling the illusion, revealing the crystal coffin to Sirius.

He looked at the corpse in the coffin, his heart filled with mixed emotions, and asked with a complicated expression, "Why did you save me?"

"Does it count as profit?" Aaron chuckled, speechless. "Many people, including Dumbledore, thought you were dead. If they knew you weren't..."

"You want to use me to get something in return?" Sirius frowned.

Aaron nodded noncommittally. "A core member of the Order of the Phoenix, the last of the Black family, the godfather of Harry Potter, and so on. These identities can bring me great benefits."

"You really are a Slytherin!"

We've got some connections, so could you...?

"No," Aaron interrupted impatiently, his attitude very firm. "We don't have much of a relationship, and you're not worth me saving your life."