A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

"Of course." Voldemort looked at the red gem in Aaron's hand through the mirror, his voice full of temptation, "Give it to me, I can give you everything you want."

"Haha!" Aaron smiled disdainfully, "I'm very sorry, I don't seem to want anything.

Or, you can't give me what I want."

"Hahaha!" Voldemort laughed, "As expected of Slytherin, you are ambitious just like me before."

"Don't talk nonsense to me, everyone has ambition, just the difference is big or small." Aaron played with the Philosopher's Stone, "To be honest, I don't want to give this thing to you."

"You will give it to me." Voldemort said calmly, "Didn't you say just now? You will be loyal to me and then become the first The third generation of the Dark Lord.

Although this may be a lie you made up temporarily to cover up the truth, it can become true.

You have the most noble and ancient bloodline in the magic world, and you are qualified to be my heir. I will do my best to train you. "

"I am a little shaken after hearing this." Aaron smiled embarrassedly, not caring about the anxiety on Harry's face, "But it seems a little insufficient to use this condition to exchange for my loyalty!"

"I advise you not to be ungrateful." Professor Quirrell said viciously, "It is a great honor for you that Lord Voldemort can take a fancy to you."

"Shut up, it's not your turn to speak." Voldemort said in a hoarse voice, Quirrell immediately shut his mouth with a guilty conscience, his face full of horror.

"Reject my recruitment, do you know the consequences of doing so?"

"I know very well."

After a few seconds of silence, Voldemort smiled again on his ferocious face, "Sure enough, you are very similar to me back then, and you do have the capital to reject my recruitment.

I have studied the four hidden families, and the results are shocking and incredible.

Since the beginning of the magic age, no, perhaps even earlier, your family has existed at that time.

Even pure-blood families have glory and decline, but your family seems to have been developing steadily, and even the several grand wars that have swept the entire magic world for thousands of years have not affected you.

But that is These families who hardly care about the affairs of the wizarding world have huge privileges, but no one has questioned it, as if you are entitled to these powers. "That's because we never abuse these privileges." Aaron said seriously, "Never." "Humph! Save this kind of nonsense for others." Voldemort sneered, "I will find out what I should know sooner or later, but now, give me the Philosopher's Stone." "Didn't I say it? I don't want to give it to you." Aaron said meaningfully, then turned to look at Harry, and put the Philosopher's Stone in Harry Potter's hand in front of Voldemort. "Why?" Harry held the Philosopher's Stone, but was extremely confused, "Dumbledore chose you, he hopes you can protect the Philosopher's Stone." "But I choose you. Harry Potter, you are more courageous than me, and you are also the one who least wants Voldemort to get the Philosopher's Stone. And I am good at keeping myself safe. Between life and the Philosopher's Stone, I will choose the former without hesitation." Aaron said seriously, not giving Harry a chance to refuse. Dumbledore put the Philosopher's Stone on him just to give Harry Potter an extra layer of insurance.

As the heir of a hidden family, how could he not have some means to save his life?

And once Voldemort hurt Aaron, he would inevitably face a powerful wizard family, which would be a hundred benefits for Dumbledore.

But he never thought that Aaron would put the Philosopher's Stone, which could attract the most firepower, in Harry Potter's hand.

He didn't want this hot potato. If he didn't throw it away early, would he keep it for the winter?

"Aaron, you have lost a shortcut to heaven." Voldemort said with regret, and then looked at Harry Potter in the mirror, "If you don't want to end up like your parents, give me the Philosopher's Stone."

"Don't even think about it." Harry staggered back a few steps. Only when Voldemort's eyes were focused on him did he know how difficult it was to talk to Voldemort on an equal footing like Aaron.

"Like your parents, they are as brave as you.

They would rather die than surrender, but they still died.

Give me the Philosopher's Stone, and I promise not to kill you, and even bring your parents back to life.

Harry, don't let your mother die for you in vain."

Harry hesitated for a moment, and then rushed to the stairs.

"Catch him!" Voldemort shouted.

Professor Quirrell immediately stretched out his right hand, but when he was about to cast a spell, a spell hit his arm and ended his spell.

"Run! You must run as hard as you can." Aaron shouted, "I will buy you some time, but it won't be more than ten seconds."

Harry was moved to tears, looked back and rushed out of the room without hesitation.

"Do you think he can run away?" Voldemort asked coldly, "You should know how long these levels are."

"Who knows?" Aaron spread his hands, and saw Quirrell took out his wand, and immediately became alert, "I don't think you should waste time on me at this time."

"He can't run away.

I'll take care of you first, then I'll kill Harry Potter, and then give the Philosopher's Stone to my master.

More than enough time. "

"Just leave him alive and teach him a little lesson." Voldemort reminded, "If he dies, we will be in a lot of trouble. It will not be good for us to deal with that family for the time being."

"As you command, Master."

"Wait a minute!" Aaron said hurriedly, "I never fight an uncertain battle. It should be too late for you to chase Harry now."

"What do you mean?" Voldemort stepped forward and turned his face to Quirrell. "You'd better explain it clearly, otherwise it won't be a lesson."

"Actually, I asked Abe to notify Hagrid before coming here. Calculating the time, he should be here."

"That giant?" Voldemort sneered disdainfully, "Unless Dumbledore comes back from London, I'm not afraid of anyone at Hogwarts."

"Of course, with your ability, you can escape unscathed even if you encounter a college professor.

But that's normal. Your current situation isn't much better!

Complete control of Quirrell's body consumes your almost dry life force. How long can it last? "

"It's enough to take down one giant."

"That's true, but Hagrid is shrewder than anyone else when he should be shrewd. He will not stay there stupidly and wait for the Dark Lord to go out and kill him.

With his help, it wouldn't be that difficult to run away with Harry Potter, right? "

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and quickly cast a spell on Aaron's forehead.

Emerald green light flashed, Aaron rolled his eyes and fell to the ground very cooperatively.

Voldemort quickly moved his face to the back of Quirrell's head, "Hurry up and chase, we must not let Harry Potter escape."

"Yes, my master."

Quirrell immediately rushed towards the stairs.

After he left, Aaron, who was lying on the ground, quickly opened his eyes, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

It can be said that he got away in a fool, but the fun has just begun.

He rubbed his forehead and took out a brooch from his clothes. It was already covered with dense cracks.

This one-time magic protective gear is obviously no longer usable.

"The Dark Lord has a great reputation, but he is a little too small-minded." Aaron looked at the brooch with some distress. He was really reluctant to use the tool that could resist the death curse.

What Voldemort just used was not a death curse, and it would not even cause any harm.

But that magic will cause him to have nightmares continuously for the next month, and Voldemort's terrifying and ferocious face will be the protagonist of the nightmare.

It is conceivable that after the effect of this curse wears off, Voldemort will more or less become his psychological shadow.

The next time you meet, you will subconsciously feel fear, and it will be much easier to conquer someone with fear.

After putting away the brooch, Aaron walked out of the room in a hurry.

At the same time, Hermione returned to the wizard chessboard and briefly explained the situation to Ron.

Just as the two of them were hesitating whether to wait here for Aaron and Harry to come back or go back the way they came, a white figure suddenly jumped in from the entrance.

"Abe." Hermione said in surprise.

"Not just it, but both of us."

Professor McGonagall walked in and said, followed by Professor Snape who looked ashen as water.

Both professors looked sloppier than usual, probably because they were forcibly awakened from sleep.

"Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, why are you here?" Hermione was excited but also a little guilty. After all, they had been caught once for staying out at night, but this time it seemed to be more serious. They should be able to get The threshold for expulsion is reached.

"Mr. Gaius asked Abe to send us a message, saying that Professor Quirrell wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and that we should come to the trap door to have a look anyway." Professor McGonagall explained angrily, "But I really I didn’t expect that you would be so brave, even if you just break through the trap door, you would still go this far.”

"It's not that you don't believe us." Ron said unconvinced.

In his opinion, if Professor McGonagall believed them, they would never take such a big risk to do such a thing.

"How can I trust you?

You said Professor Snape would steal the Philosopher's Stone, but he is standing here just fine now! "

Hearing this, Snape's face became even uglier, "Professor McGonagall, I'm usually a bit strict with Gryffindors, but I didn't expect to attract such unwarranted suspicion. It's really heart-breaking!"