A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

And ever since you tricked me last night, my already limited goodwill towards the Order of the Phoenix has plummeted.

"What are you talking about?" Sirius forced an awkward smile. "We saved you just in time last night!"

“Now your favorability rating has plummeted to negative numbers.” Aaron gave him a disdainful look. “To be honest, I admire the members of the Order of the Phoenix who sacrificed themselves for peace, but I can’t tolerate you plotting against me.”

"Don't try to play dumb. Professor Snape has told me everything."

Sirius tried to explain, but Aaron shut him down with a single sentence.

"Severus? I knew that guy was unreliable."

"It was Dumbledore's tacit approval. After all, I've already been dragged into this, and it would be hypocritical to keep it a secret any longer."

Sirius: ......

This is really awkward, I'm not quite dead yet!

"What do you want?" Sirius said helplessly, "But let me make it clear beforehand, I'm still a wanted criminal, so I can't give you much."

"Tsk tsk tsk! What's the most important thing in interpersonal relationships?"

Sincerity? I'm very dissatisfied with your sincerity.

“But it’s true.” Sirius said speechlessly, “If Harry hadn’t gone to the Department of Mysteries, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get out of Grimmauld Place.”

“Of course I know, what I want is your attitude,” Alan said confidently. “It’s not that you can’t give me much, but that you have to do your best to give me as much as you can.”

"so?"

"I want 90% of all the wealth accumulated by the Black family over generations, including but not limited to all kinds of materials, magic books, real estate, and so on."

"What?" Sirius stared at Aaron in disbelief, taking a few seconds to recover. "Although I don't care much about those things, I do know what ninety percent means."

Gaius, you're still young; such greed won't do you any good.

Forget it! I deserve it.

Your life is in my hands, and you are the last of the Black family. In other words, the rise and fall of the entire pure-blood Black family is in my hands.

I know you don't have much of a concept of family, but you don't want the Black family, which has been passed down for thousands of years, to die out in your hands, do you?

"If I were to die, that would be one thing, but now the chance to live is right in front of me."

Upon hearing this, Sirius fell silent.

He had to admit that Aaron was right; having experienced death once, he seemed to have seen through many things.

Although the Black family didn't give him many pleasant memories, he was, after all, the only bloodline of the Black family, and carrying on that legacy was his inescapable responsibility.

And putting everything else aside, who would want to die if they could live?

"Okay, 90% sure, I agree."

“Very good, I knew you would make the right choice.”

"Then how do I come back to life?" Sirius asked. "Do I just go back into my body?"

“I’m afraid that won’t work. Although I extracted your soul in time, your body is indeed under the Killing Curse.” Aaron glanced at the icy coffin. “If your soul returns to your body now, the fusion of a living soul and a dead body… there’s a high probability you’ll become a vegetable.”

You might not understand this term, but in Muggle terms, a vegetative state means you live like a tree, but remain in a coma.

"Are you fucking kidding me? What's the difference between that and being dead?"

"It has breathing, body temperature, heartbeat, and the possibility of experiencing the beauty of the world again."

Sirius's face twitched violently, which meant he was currently in a soul state; otherwise, he would have been able to easily slap him.

"Alright, I'm not kidding anymore," Aaron teased. "This problem is nothing to me. I can cure it by slowly extracting the killing curse's magic from your body."

"how long it takes?"

"Wait until I graduate." Aaron revealed an innocent smile, casually uttering words that struck Sirius like a thunderbolt.

"Can I take that to mean I have to wait for you for two years?"

"Yes."

"Heh, go to hell."

Two years is a long time; the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters might have already finished fighting.

"Great! After you revive, you can just pick up the spoils. It's a perfect way to avoid combat!"

"What do you know?" Sirius Black cursed. "Do you know the torment of knowing your comrades are risking their lives out there, and being unable to do anything about it?"

"So that's why you hung up!" Aaron said dismissively. "Besides, please understand your situation. You didn't have a choice at all."

Sirius's tone hardened, but his attitude softened. "You're right, two years it is!"

I've been in Azkaban for twelve years, I have plenty of experience with patience, but I need to go let Harry know I'm safe; he must be heartbroken.

“No.” Aaron refused outright.

"Why is that?" Sirius's temper flared up. He could tolerate everything else, but Harry was his bottom line. He couldn't stand watching him suffer without doing anything.

Chapter 516 Signing this Contract of Indenture, Choosing the Notary

Why won't you go see Harry?

I must say, this is a very insightful question.

"Don't change the subject, give me a reason," Sirius said unhappily.

“One isn’t enough, I’ll give you three,” Aaron sneered. “First of all, you’re a soul now, not a ghost.”

Ordinary people can't see you or hear what you're saying. If you want to contact Harry, the only way is through a dream.

“Well… that’s not impossible!” Sirius said, a smile flashing in his eyes. “That would be perfect.”

He has been wanted by the Ministry of Magic for the past two years, and he can only meet Harry safely when he is with the Order of the Phoenix. At other times, he has to use the Floo Network carefully to have a few words with Harry from a distance.

But if it's a dream, then he'll have plenty of time to spend with his godson, and this method is very safe, with almost no one disturbing him.

Damn it! Why didn't I think of this idea when I was alive?

"Don't get too excited, I won't let you go." Aaron poured cold water on Sirius's heart. "I don't want to reveal my ability to extract the soul from the body."

"I'll tell Harry to keep it a secret," Sirius said confidently, but when he met Aaron's ambiguous smile, he lowered his head dejectedly.

"It seems you know your godson very well."

If he knew you were still alive, he'd probably shake off his current despondency and might even throw a party to celebrate. Such unusual behavior would arouse suspicion.

"Then can I reschedule?"

Summer vacation, how's summer vacation? I appeared to him in a dream at his Muggle relative's house.

Even if it's unusual, no one will notice, since that whole family is eccentric.

“Not a bad idea,” Aaron praised, then changed the subject, “but you’re dreaming. I still won’t let you see him.”

"Don't go too far," Sirius said, his teeth itching with anger.

“Am I overdoing it?

You guys tricked me first, so who's really at fault?

"I'm already being incredibly lenient by sparing your life; I'm repaying evil with good."

Sirius was speechless after being rebuked, and asked with a pitiful look, "But why?"

"Can't I just not like you?" Aaron said indignantly, then took out the resurrection potion in front of Sirius.

"This, this is?"

Sirius looked at the green solution, and his breathing quickened slightly.

In his current half-dead state, he could feel the value of the medicine more than a living person; the rich life energy within it was extremely tempting to him.

"This potion can perfectly revive someone who dies within an hour; it's my unique treasure for survival." Aaron

He said, half-truthfully, that after obtaining the divine power of the dog and horse talismans, this bottle of medicine was no longer that important to him, but the others didn't know that!

"When you were struck by the Killing Curse, I saved your soul; when your body was swallowed by the veil, I went to great lengths to snatch you back from the clutches of death. But what happened after that?"

Harry asked me to use this treasure to save you. I immediately thought, how did he get the nerve to ask me to use a priceless treasure to save someone I barely know?

And then there were Lupin and Ron; although they said it outright, they both suspected I had stood by and watched someone die. Do you know how frustrated I was?

"Hmm!" Sirius nodded, but with a look of satisfaction on his face. "He truly is my godson. All the pampering I've given him has paid off."

Ron is good too, and so is Lupin; it's quite remarkable that someone with his personality would doubt you.

Aaron blinked, speechless. "I really overestimated your moral standards!"

"Uh... I apologize on their behalf, but it's somewhat understandable!" Sirius said sullenly.

"Hmph!" Aaron snorted. "You're neither my godfather nor my biological father. Saving you is a favor, not saving you is my duty."

Sirius shrugged helplessly. "Two years it is, I'll wait."

"Very good, but you have no other choice."

"If you want to be resurrected, you'd better listen to me."

"Hehe! That's what I got by exchanging ninety percent of my family fortune."

"Give me a break!" Aaron said with obvious disdain. "Trading those things you look down on for a life is actually a huge win for you."

"It's because I've seen you've lived a life of hardship and wandering, and my kind heart compels me to leave you 10% for your retirement; otherwise, you wouldn't have a single penny left."

Sirius's lips twitched slightly. Is it really okay to be so blunt?

"I really appreciate your kindness."

“Good to know,” Aaron said, then drew his wand and wrote a contract in mid-air. “Sign it!”

Sirius looked at the lines of text in mid-air, puzzled, his expression growing increasingly interesting.

The contract was very simple, consisting of only two clauses.

First, before Sirius was resurrected, he had to listen to Aaron in everything. If he was told to go east, he couldn't go west; if he was told to catch dogs, he couldn't chase chickens.

The second task is to complete the transfer of wealth. Before the summer vacation, 90% of the Black family's wealth will be handed over to Aaron's private vault in Gringotts.

"you..."