A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"What? You're not satisfied?"

“No, this…” Sirius pointed to the first item, “I understand that you’re worried I won’t be able to resist going to Harry or the Order of the Phoenix and you want to control me.”

But isn't that too absolute? It's practically like signing a contract of servitude.

"Be confident, drop the 'simply' part, this is a contract of servitude," Aaron said bluntly.

"This joke has gone a bit too far!"

“I’m very serious,” Aaron said solemnly. “To be honest, I don’t believe you.”

After last night, I have a clear understanding of your moral bottom line. You even cheated a minor like me, what else wouldn't you do? The first rule is to be cautious.

Sirius's expression was complicated; he wanted to refute, but had nothing to say.

After a long silence, he looked at Aaron and asked, "Could you give me more protection?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just add some conditions. I can listen to you, but you can't do anything to insult my personal dignity."

"I can't just say I have to fulfill your wish to see a black dog jump through a ring of fire, can I?"

Upon hearing this, an image flashed through Aaron's mind.

Sirius transformed into a large black dog, joyfully leaping over three hoops of fire, doing a somersault in mid-air before landing steadily. He and his thought entity below clapped and cheered, even throwing a bone over.

"hiss!"

Aaron gasped, shook his head, and crushed the image that had just crossed his mind into dust.

"Ahem! I can guarantee that I won't insult your personal dignity, but I won't change the first point."

"Resurrecting you is nothing, but this palace is my greatest secret, and my only safe haven since leaving my family. I cannot leave behind even the slightest threat."

"If you're not satisfied, you don't have to sign. But just in case, I'll reseal your soul and release you after the great war in the magic world ends. Whether you can be resurrected then will depend on your luck."

“Wait a minute,” Sirius said immediately. “I’ll sign it.”

"However, this second condition is a bit unreasonable. I am already dead, so even if I wanted to hand over the Black family's wealth to you, I couldn't do it!"

“This is a problem,” Aaron said, frowning.

"How about you change the timeframe to two years? I'll write you an agreement as soon as I'm resurrected."

"Heh! I'm afraid that all my wealth will be left in Gringotts' vault by then," Aaron teased. "The Black family's ancestral home is now the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. You don't think that house and everything in it will be properly preserved after you die, do you?"

These days, everything requires funding. After you die, that house won't be safe anymore; it's possible some members of the Order of the Phoenix will sell it.

"That's impossible, I left that house to Harry."

"What about all those gold and silver utensils, and the antiques and magical items that the Black family has collected over the past thousand years?"

"I don't care if I sell those things."

“But I care,” Aaron said irritably. “That’s all my money, my money.”

"You...you're short of money?" Sirius asked in surprise. "Impossible. You're the heir to the Gaius family. You might not be rolling in money, but you should at least be well-off!"

"Thanks to you, I have now been expelled from the family."

As expected, all my assets have been temporarily frozen, except for the small shop in Diagon Alley, which can barely provide some income.

But I have so many expenses, and that little money is barely enough to cover them all. Plus, I still owe Professor Snape a sum of Galleons, which I promised to pay back next semester.

Most importantly, I still have a dragon to raise. You've seen Abe's size, so you can imagine how much it can eat.

In this situation, if I can't cut costs and increase income, I'll have to go begging.

Sirius chuckled awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment.

This is indeed the Order of the Phoenix's fault, and they can't shake it off, but tragically, he's the only one bearing Aaron's blame now, which is extremely unpleasant.

"What's required to sign a transfer agreement under normal circumstances?" Aaron asked, but quickly added, "I'm talking about the minimum requirements."

"My own signature, and a notary with sufficient authority," Sirius said with difficulty. "In my current state, even if I wanted to sign, I would be powerless to do so."

“That’s alright.” Aaron glanced at the ice coffin. “Your body is still here. As long as you agree, I can temporarily revive you for a few minutes.”

"real or fake?"

"Do I need to lie to you?"

"What about the notary?"

Only members of the Order of the Phoenix qualify; we can't exactly send them over, can we?

"Professor Snape, would you mind?" Aaron suggested.

“Absolutely not.” Sirius refused firmly. “Even if I die, die outside, or jump off this cliff, I don’t want him to see me like this.”

Being laughed at by Snape for the rest of my life is worse than being dead!

Aaron's eye twitched slightly. "So there aren't any other candidates?"

“There are two more,” Sirius said with a strange expression. “One is Narcissa Malfoy, and the other is Bellatrix Lestrange.”

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, they were both members of the Black family before they got married, and they are my sisters, so they are absolutely qualified to be notaries.

“Bellatrix won’t do. If she finds out you’re still alive, killing you is the least of her worries. But if she tells Voldemort that I saved you, that would be a much bigger problem.”

His biggest weakness is his soul; he might come directly to me, using both threats and inducements to make me fix it.

"Can you do it?" Sirius asked in surprise.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The power of the Sheep Charm can slowly repair his soul, but this will take a long time, unless Voldemort is willing to devour the soul in his Horcrux, which is obviously impossible.

"As for Narcissa Malfoy, that's not out of the question."

Draco and I are on good terms, so asking her for this small favor was just a piece of cake.

"You're not kidding, are you? My cousin is a Death Eater too."

“I’m very serious,” Aaron said earnestly. “The Malfoys are definitely the smartest of the Death Eaters, and Lucius even asked me to arrange a way out before Voldemort was resurrected.”

They joined the Death Eaters for profit, but they helped me for safety, which is within her capabilities, and Narcissa wouldn't refuse.

"Uh, well... I was just joking," Sirius said sheepishly. "You absolutely mustn't choose either of them as notaries."

"Tch! I knew it." Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Besides those who married out, does your Black family have anyone else?"

“I used to have a younger brother, but he’s dead,” Sirius said with a sigh. “He joined the Death Eaters, but when he tried to leave, Voldemort probably killed him.”

"What a pity." Aaron sighed, then seemed to remember something, "If living people won't work, I wonder if dead people would?"

"My mother's portrait?" Sirius shook his head self-deprecatingly. "That's impossible. She always saw me as a disgrace to the Black family. She'd probably be thrilled to know I'm dead!"

"But you are the last of the Black family. No matter how unreasonable she is, she should know what's important."

"As long as you promise to have a child and carry on the Black family bloodline, I think she'll agree to whatever your demands."

"Stop right there." Sirius's eyes widened. "I can hardly believe such words came from the mouth of a sixteen-year-old student."

Having a baby? What kind of awful idea is that? How could you even think of it?

“Most people really wouldn’t be able to come up with this,” Aaron murmured.

Sirius noticed that Aaron's eyes were filled with the same resistance and helplessness as his own, and he suddenly had a feeling that Aaron and he might be the same kind of people.

"If I may ask, what are your thoughts on marriage and having children...?"

"Shut up, don't mention this kind of thing, I don't want to hear it either."

Sirius immediately understood and gave him a knowing look.

Aaron rolled his eyes, not wanting to explain. The more he explained, the more confusing it became. Besides, Sirius was now completely under his control, so he didn't care what Sirius thought.

"Besides your mother's portrait, do you have any others? Ghosts are fine too."

"Then it's only Phineas Nerejas Black. By seniority, he should be my great-great-grandfather, but he was the headmaster of Hogwarts, and there's a portrait of him in the headmaster's office."

"He's the one." Aaron made the decision immediately. "He'll agree to be the notary for the sake of the Black family's legacy, and he's also in the principal's office—the best person to pass on information!"

"Are you serious?" Sirius asked in surprise.

"Of course, but we need to figure out how to steal that portrait first."

Chapter 517 The fully functional Divine Palace: Sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

Sirius Black officially signed his soul-touching contract.

"The contract is in effect, so you must not try to break it."

In a sense, this can be considered a soul contract.

"What will happen if I break the rules?" Sirius asked somewhat nervously.

"The scorching flames, the descent into nightmares, the eternal seal, the cycle of repentance, and so on and so forth." Aaron shuddered with each word he uttered about Sirius; he had never felt this terrified, not even when he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Don't be nervous, I am a very kind person."

These are too cruel; they're not appropriate for you.

My punishment is simple: if you break the contract, you will never see Harry Potter again for the rest of your life.

Sirius: ......

"Are you the devil?"

"Hey! Can you find another angel like me?" Aaron said unhappily. "If you don't want to, you can try the four I mentioned before one by one."

“There’s no need for that,” Sirius immediately said.

"Don't think I can't do it. For the Gaius family, contracts are fair and sacred."

Once signed, even gods and demons cannot disobey; the contract I made, even if I were expelled from my family, would have the same effect.

"I believe that, but... what if you don't revive me within two years?"

"The punishment is the same," Aaron said nonchalantly. "I'll never see Harry Potter again."

"Heh!" Sirius's lips twitched. "Doesn't your conscience hurt? This punishment seems insignificant to you!"

"Remove the word 'seems'," Aaron said sincerely. "If I could avoid him, I would rather donate 99% of the Black family's wealth. Do you know how much trouble your godson can cause?"