A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Alright! But before that, could you take me to see Harry Potter's room?"

“Sure, no problem,” Mundungus said, patting his chest. Just a few steps and he’d have a chance to line his own pocket—a sure-fire way to make money!

“Wait a minute.” Moody looked at 'Gandalf' warily. “What are you doing going to Harry Potter’s room?”

"Just pure curiosity." 'Gandalf' put on a mysterious air and talked nonsense in a serious tone: "A person's room can reflect their personality. I want to know what kind of person Harry Potter is that could make the last member of the Black family shamelessly ask me for help."

Moody's lips twitched slightly. "Is that really true?"

"If you don't believe me, you can come with me to see for yourself. If you still suspect that I will harm Harry Potter, you can change his accommodation."

Upon hearing this, Moody no longer doubted it, saying, "Perhaps I was overthinking it."

"I'll take you there."

Mundungus laughed and then led the way on his own.

The two arrived on the third floor, and Mundungus led the thought entity to the second room, saying, "This is it."

Gandalf smiled slightly, a purple glint flashing in his eyes, and Mundungus was hypnotized without even realizing it.

The moment the door opened, he cast another illusion to conceal it. To Mundungus, the room looked exactly the same as before, and he enthusiastically described the few pieces of furniture in the room.

“That blank portrait is Phineas’s, isn’t it?” Gandalf said, pointing to the blank wall.

Mundungus then pointed out the original location of the picture frame to him, "That's where Phineas would occasionally send us messages through this painting."

The thought entity immediately took out Phineas's photo frame and, in front of Mundungus, brazenly hung it in the spot he pointed to, then silently dispelled the hypnosis and illusion.

"Okay, I've checked, we can go now."

"Is this the end?"

Is there anything interesting about this room?

“Uh… there really isn’t anything,” Mundungus said sheepishly, even with his professional eye he couldn’t see anything of value in the room.

Gandalf, leaning on his staff, came up to the second-floor living room and sat down on the sofa, placing himself within Moody's line of sight.

Mundungus winked at Moody, then quickly rushed up the stairs to help Lupin organize the valuables in the house, keeping two not-so-precious items for himself as well.

“Let me give you a piece of advice!” 'Gandalf' puffed on his cigarette. “The guy who escorted me upstairs just now isn’t very reliable.”

"What did you say?"

"Your business is very dangerous; the slightest mistake could lead to utter ruin."

He can handle small, mundane tasks—logistics, intelligence gathering, relaying messages—but major tasks should not be entrusted to him; otherwise, the consequences could be unpredictable.

Moody paused for a moment, then nodded silently.

Time passed by, and in less than an hour, Lupin and Mundungus came over with storage bags.

“All the valuable gold and silver artifacts we could find are here, and some are being fiercely guarded by house-elves, so we can’t just take them,” Mundungus said somewhat resentfully. They had only obtained ordinary items; the most valuable keepsakes were with Kreacher.

“It’s alright, it’s always better to be kinder to house-elves.” Gandalf took the pouch and slowly stood up. “Here’s another piece of advice: house-elves are just as strong as wizards, and their talents allow them to accomplish things that even wizards cannot.”

After saying that, 'Gandalf' turned and left, saying, 'No need to see me off, and don't follow me. You won't find me if I don't want to.'

The three watched him leave, and only after the door closed did Lupin and Mundungus look at Moody. "Perhaps I shouldn't ask, but what other advice did 'Gandalf' give?"

Moody's: ......

Should I say something? Saying it might disrupt unity!

Chapter 520 A Holiday That Won't Be Easy, The Divine Power of Speed

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On the last day of school, almost all the students came to the end-of-term dinner.

Aaron and Abel feasted at the long table in Slytherin, completely oblivious to the surprised looks from others.

Although he had acquired a large amount of wealth from the Black family and was not short of money, he had actively participated in the conflicts in the magical world this time, and it was uncertain whether he could return to Gaius Castle, let alone live a life of ease.

The end-of-term dinner was probably the most lavish meal before the two-month summer vacation, and he felt it would be a shame not to satisfy his hunger.

Hagrid and Professor McGonagall have both returned to Hogwarts, but Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Dolores Umbridge is not on the faculty desk.

She secretly slipped out of the school hospital yesterday, intending to leave Hogwarts quietly during dinner, but was discovered by Peeves halfway there and was beaten out of the school gate by him with his cane.

Many students and teachers witnessed this scene, and while they made a few perfunctory remarks, none of them stepped forward to stop it. Umbridge, who had been arrogant for a year, ultimately failed to save her last shred of dignity.

After eating and drinking his fill, Aaron picked up Abbe, who had gained a few pounds, and slowly walked toward the Slytherin common room.

Back in the dorm, he started packing his luggage, putting everything he could use into his suitcase. Abe also sorted through the food in his pocket and the large amount of gold Aaron had given him. The two of them clearly knew that this summer vacation wouldn't be as easy as before.

Afterwards, Aaron made a special trip to the Temple of Divine Sound.

As soon as the door opened, Sirius's spirit floated over.

"How's Harry doing now that the holidays are coming up?"

He's going back to that despicable Muggle family; life there is unlikely to be easy.

Whether you're doing well or not is none of your business.

"How can it have nothing to do with me?" Sirius said unhappily. "I'm his godfather."

"Because it's none of your business right now!" Aaron teased, then walked up to the thought-provoking entity. "This is a hurdle for us. If we can't go home, it means we'll have to fend for ourselves and face any potential dangers on our own. But if we can go home, it means..."

“The bigger trouble might even make your family temporarily set aside their ancestral teachings,” the Memory Entity said thoughtfully. “Actually, I would be very happy for you to switch places with me.”

"That won't be necessary. Your task is to improve your magic circle and alchemy skills during the summer vacation."

"I knew it," the thought-provoking entity said silently.

“You’re being far too harsh on his clone,” Sirius interjected. “I’ve been watching him these past few days. He spends most of his time learning various magical techniques, and the rest of the time he’s either brewing potions, making enchanted bullets, and occasionally using a crystal ball to observe the future…”

"What makes you think I can stand up to so many Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries?" Aaron asked meaningfully. "Behind every successful man, there is always a partner who silently supports him."

The clone has a high degree of freedom. My requirement for him is to improve himself as much as possible; I won't concern myself with anything else.

"Are you kidding me?" Sirius said speechlessly. "This can't be voluntary. Even a donkey pulling a millstone isn't as busy as him."

"Um... this was indeed my own choice."

The clone can only exist by relying on the original body. If the original body dies or is severely injured, the clone will automatically dissipate.

Sirius's lips twitched. "No wonder."

“Don’t be surprised, I’m under tremendous pressure too!” Aaron said irritably. “We have the same memories and personalities, which means we have the same things to do. I’m just as busy as him every day.”

"That's incredibly disciplined!" Sirius exclaimed.

"There's nothing I can do about it; that's how I was raised," Aaron said, shrugging. He then collected most of the items from the storage shelf, including a bottle of prepared Felix Felicis.

"Hey, hey, hey, aren't you bringing way too much stuff?!"

"When you're out in the world, it's always good to be prepared."

If you had the same mental fortitude as me, you wouldn't have been killed by your own sister.

"I..."

boom!

Before Sirius could finish speaking, a beam of silver light struck his soul, trapping him inside a glass sphere.

"He's so noisy, even I find it annoying, if not him," the thought-provoking entity said, somewhat annoyed. "Can we find him somewhere else? How about the screaming shed?"

"I'm afraid that won't work. Since a contract has already been signed, his safety must be guaranteed."

This situation will last for two years; just bear with it and it will pass.

"It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering!" The Memory Body gave a bitter smile. "Should I transfer my memories from this period of time to you?"

“I only want knowledge that is useful to me,” Aaron said sheepishly. “How about this? Let him out for an hour each day, and keep him locked in a glass bottle the rest of the time.”

"That's a good idea."

"How is his recovery going?"

“Every day I would extract a sliver of the Killing Curse’s power and then stuff his soul into his body for experiments.”

The results are pretty good; he can now move his fingers, albeit barely, though he doesn't know it yet.

"Don't let him know for now," Aaron said thoughtfully. "It won't do us any good if he revives too soon."

"I'm aware of what's going on." The Memory Body seemed to remember something and added, "We need to prepare supplies when we get back this time, the more the better."

Aaron nodded solemnly. The magical world was currently in turmoil, and storing more food would give them more confidence.

Besides, he's not short of money right now; he could easily expand the Divine Palace's granary dozens of times over.

......

The next day, Aaron boarded the Hogwarts Express with his suitcase.

He had a whole carriage to himself, and looking out the window, he felt a long-lost sense of ease.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, given his grudge against Voldemort, it was only a matter of time before they clashed. He was just pushed by the Order of the Phoenix and forced to stand in the spotlight, losing the opportunity to develop his strength in secret.

The worst outcome would be that they wouldn't be able to go home and would be hunted down by Voldemort's men.

But not being able to go home has its advantages; at least he doesn't have to attend those cram schools anymore, so even if his ancestor Wicht wanted to find a reason to beat him up, he wouldn't have the chance.

His guards wouldn't follow him either; in a sense, this was the freedom he had always longed for but never obtained.

As for being hunted down... unless Voldemort himself takes action, it won't be easy for his Death Eaters to capture him.

Even if Voldemort himself were to hunt him down, he could still escape if he recalled his psychic form.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

"There's always a way out, and things will work themselves out. If we can't get home, we'll figure it out later," Aaron thought to himself, then opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic Energy: Body: 7906, Mid-Rank Archmage; Thought Body: 7906, Mid-Rank Archmage; Total]

**(A beginner-level Archmage, a rare existence in the magical world)**

[Talent: Once-in-a-lifetime (the magic energy increases by 4 points every day, the body increases by 2 points, and the thoughts body increases by 2 points)]

[Items: Moon Drops (1/3 can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can resurrect any creature that died within an hour), Magic Carpet, Captain Jack's Compass, ...]