A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

In short, I needed to find a way to get some money to cope with these miserable days that seemed to have no end in sight, and the Order of the Phoenix, which had pushed me into this abyss, was undoubtedly the best target.

"Then we can't choose the Black family!"

"Your family is the richest; everyone else is poor."

"I can't exactly go to the Weasleys to ask for money! I've been to their house; even a beggar would have to leave them a couple of coins with tears in his eyes."

“But…this,this is unreasonable!” Phineas said speechlessly, “Even if the Black family bloodline is extinct and the wealth is left unmanaged, I can’t just give it to you because you want it!”

"We'll talk about wealth later," Aaron waved his hand dismissively. "There's one more thing you need to do for me. I need you to provide me with updates on Dumbledore from time to time."

"This is impossible."

"I don't need intelligence, I just want to know where he went and who he met, that's all."

“That won’t do either. I’ll pretend I was never here today, just because you’re named Gaius.” Phineas refused firmly and then turned to leave.

"Wait!" Aaron quickly stopped him.

Just kidding, if he gets away, not only will all our efforts be wasted, but it will also easily arouse Dumbledore's suspicion.

If the Divine Palace is exposed, will he still be able to live his life?

"No matter how much you argue, there's no room for negotiation."

"What if Sirius Black hadn't died?"

“What?” Phineas paused, turning to Aaron. “My great-grandson is still alive? But Dumbledore and Harry Potter both said…”

Snapped!

Aaron snapped his fingers, dispelling the illusion on the ice coffin.

"What they saw may not be the truth. In the instant before he was struck by the Killing Curse, I extracted his soul from his body."

In other words, his body was dead, but his soul remained completely unaffected.

This situation presents a sufficient possibility; by spending more time removing the Killing Curse's power, he might be able to be resurrected.

As they spoke, Sirius's spirit stood beside Aaron, but he showed no affection for his great-great-grandfather. "I really didn't expect to meet you in this way."

“I… I didn’t expect this either,” Phineas said excitedly. Sirius was still alive, which meant that the Black family bloodline was still intact, and nothing could make him happier than that.

“Phineas, I think we can now discuss the terms I just mentioned.”

“I agree,” Phineas said decisively.

"happy."

"Wait, great-great-grandfather, isn't this a bit too hasty?" Sirius exclaimed in surprise. "I've never seen you care about me this much before!"

“Foolish, who cares about you? I care about the Black family bloodline,” Phineas said irritably. “If you die, the Black family is finished. No matter how much wealth you accumulate, it will only benefit those greedy goblins in Gringotts.”

Chapter 519 Sending Gandalf to collect debts, Sirius's dying arrangements

With Phineas as witness, Sirius signed a formal and valid property transfer agreement.

Aaron put away the agreement with satisfaction, then skillfully took out a piece of parchment. "Here, sign this confidentiality agreement. You cannot reveal anything that happened here to anyone in any way. And for the next two years, you will provide me with information about Dumbledore's itinerary from time to time."

Phineas hesitated for a moment, "How do I sign?"

"I have neither a physical body nor a soul now. Signing a contract? Aren't you trying to make things difficult for me?"

“This is easy.” Aaron casually placed the parchment on the portrait, and then the contract was slowly swallowed up by the portrait.

Phineas looked at the contract that appeared in his hand, smiled awkwardly, then picked up a quill and wrote his name. "Satisfied now?"

"It's alright, barely passable!"

"Then I'll leave first."

"Wait a moment," Aaron said hastily. "I almost forgot. I'll make a new blank portrait for you to use as a contact point. As for this portrait, I'll find a chance to put it back."

So...you'll soon feel another door appear; please don't be alarmed.

“Understood,” Phineas said, then walked toward the border.

Sirius chuckled and shook his head. "I really don't know if it was right or wrong for Dumbledore to drag you into this. You are more capable than we thought, but your capabilities are a bit too high."

"Uh... thank you for the compliment, but this was just a desperate counterattack," Aaron said, sounding somewhat exhausted.

"How do you plan to transfer the Black family's wealth?" Sirius asked. "Logically, you could just hand this agreement over to the goblins at Gringotts, and they would take care of everything for you as long as you pay them a certain fee. But I don't think you would do such a thing yourself, right?"

"Of course." The thought entity walked in, transforming into a tall, kind-looking old man with a long beard as it took its steps, and its white wand also turned into a long staff.

"This Transfiguration..." Sirius swallowed hard, "isn't it a bit exaggerated?"

"This is Gandalf, a good friend I made a few years ago," Aaron introduced with a touch of nostalgia. "He and Dumbledore are the same kind of people; they both love to screw over their teammates."

However, I can assure you that neither the Order of the Phoenix nor the Death Eaters, nor even the entire wizarding world, know him, and he…”

"I will pretend to be Sirius's best friend, go to Gringotts to complete the transfer of assets, and take back the gold and silver antiques at 12 Grimmauld Place. Of course, I will not touch the necessary things that should be left behind."

"I've already thought of a reason. You'll find me before you return to Grimmauld Street and beg me to do one thing for you after you die—something extremely important to Harry Potter, but you can't tell anyone."

"Resurrect Sirius Black?" Sirius said, somewhat heartbroken.

“That’s right, this matter requires a lot of money,” Aaron said calmly. “As for whether anyone will have any doubts afterward?”

The image of Gandalf would definitely lower anyone's guard, Voldemort wouldn't give them time to suspect anything, and most importantly, they wouldn't be able to find me.

"Hiss!" Sirius gasped. "You, you're really dark-skinned!"

"We're nowhere near as good as you guys," Aaron said, pursing his lips.

He might be calculating about money at most, but it's still a fair trade. Trading 90% of one's wealth for a life is something no one would refuse.

But the Order of the Phoenix completely ensnared him without considering whether he wanted to or not.

In comparison, Aaron was almost moved by his own kindness; it's estimated that there's no one more compassionate than him in the entire magical world.

......

Fearing that things might change if he waited too long, Aaron sent out his Thought Entity the very next day.

Carrying the property transfer agreement, he successfully obtained 90% of the Black family's wealth accumulated over generations from the goblins of Gringotts in the guise of 'Gandalf', and then went to 12 Grimmauld Place.

Lupin, Moody, and a member of the Order of the Phoenix named Mundungus remained at headquarters at the time. They were greatly surprised when they saw Gandalf, because the Order of the Phoenix was under a spell and no one could usually enter. How could they not feel uneasy when a strange old man suddenly barged in?

The three drew their wands as fast as they could, but before they could use their magic, Gandalf raised his staff first, and a white light made them pause for a moment.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not your enemy." The 'Gandalf's' thought form, holding a pipe, took a puff and exhaled a smoke ring with a satisfied air.

"Who are you?" Moody asked warily. "How do you know about this place?"

“Sirius sent me,” Gandalf said, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Of course, it was during his lifetime. As for the proof…”

He hesitated for a moment, then handed the transfer agreement to Moody. "Take a look! I know you're an Auror, you'll definitely understand it."

If you don't believe me, you can ask Phineas for confirmation; I have some connections with him.

Moody's expression shifted between light and shadow, his demonic eyes scrutinizing Gandalf, yet he couldn't discern the slightest flaw.

Gandalf gave him a friendly smile, but inwardly he scoffed.

Illusion, Polymorph, the light elemental magic circle that weakened the Magic Eye's effect, and the ancient runes on the wizard's robe—four buffs combined. If Moody could see through all of this, he'd be a complete idiot.

“What is this?” Lupin asked.

“A property transfer agreement,” Moody said hesitantly. “Sirius made a deal with him before he died.”

“Gandalf, my name is Gandalf,” the thought-form said without blushing or panting.

"If he were to die, Mr. Gandalf would have the right to dispose of ninety percent of the Black family’s property, as well as all valuables at 12 Grimmauld Place except for the house itself."

"What?" Before Lupin could even ask, Mundungus couldn't help but exclaim, "So all the gold and silver utensils and magical tools at headquarters belong to him?"

No, I can't accept that.

"If we sell these things, I—no, we—can definitely make a fortune."

Gandalf's lips twitched slightly; he never expected the Order of the Phoenix to have such talent.

Damn! Luckily I arrived early, otherwise this money might have slipped through my fingers.

Moody and Lupin both frowned, their gazes towards Mundungus carrying a hint of disdain, but they didn't say anything. Their companion was capable enough, but he just liked to take advantage of others.

"That's the truth, you have to accept it whether you want to or not," Gandalf said calmly. "Sirius Black asked me to do something for Harry Potter, within two years of his death."

However, this is not a simple matter; it requires substantial financial support.

"Is it true, Alastor?" Lupin asked.

"This agreement is genuine, and it is guaranteed by Phineas."

Most importantly, Black specifically emphasized in this agreement that Mr. Gandalf was just as trustworthy as Dumbledore. "Moody said in a deep voice, then looked seriously at 'Gandalf,' " he asked you to do what?

"I have no comment, but you'll find out in two years if you live to see it."

"All I can say is that he made a killing on this deal." 'Gandalf' said, pointing at Lupin. "You and Harry Potter will be eternally grateful to me."

"How do we know if you're making things up?" Mundungus said unhappily. He was already planning to steal and sell the goods when suddenly someone showed up to rob him of his money. No wonder he was unhappy.

“I’m just doing what we agreed on.” Gandalf took a drag of his cigarette with a hint of helplessness. “I know you don’t really trust a stranger like me, so… you’ll be in charge of collecting the assets.”

All I need are gold and silver treasures that can be exchanged for money in Gringotts. As for other daily necessities, such as pots and pans, you can decide for yourselves.

However, my time is limited; I can only give you one hour.

“I’ll go right away,” Mundungus said immediately. He knew that with this agreement, it was impossible for him to fight for it, but he figured he could keep a thing or two while packing!

“I’m sorry, I don’t trust you.” Gandalf shook his head, took out a gray cloth bag and handed it to Lupin. “This is a storage bag with the Unblemished Stretch Charm. Please do this favor for this old man.”

He made it very clear when he contacted me that Moonface would believe and understand Bigfoot.

Lupin was initially hesitant, but when he heard the nicknames "Moon Face" and "Bigfoot," all his doubts vanished.

The fact that Sirius told Gandalf those two nicknames is enough to show that he can be absolutely trusted.

In other words, this was the last task Sirius assigned him before his death, and as his best friend, he had to do his best to complete it.

“Sir, please wait a moment, I’ll take care of it soon,” Lu Ping said, then turned and left.

Mundungus watched as Lupin packed the gold and silver utensils into a cloth bag, his heart aching. "Uh... I'll go help him."

Gandalf looked at him meaningfully, his suspicious gaze making Mundungus feel guilty. He immediately added, "I just went to take a look and give you an estimate, nothing more. After all... we won't be able to see this again."