A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Uh-huh!

The black wand passed across Voldemort's neck.

A flash of silver light disappeared, followed immediately by a red and black blood line.

Voldemort left a meaningful smile, and his body dissipated like sand, leaving only a piece of tattered clothes.

"Phew!" Aaron took a deep breath, "It's over."

"Is he dead?" Harry asked bravely.

"Probably!" Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead with slightly trembling hands and sat on the floor exhausted.

After all, it was his first time to kill someone. Although the person he was killed was heinous and wanted to do evil to him, he was obviously not mentally prepared enough.

It was so exciting when I started it. After planning for so long, I finally succeeded.

But after taking action, he felt a wave of fear and nausea. After all, Voldemort's end was too miserable, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a corpse. This left a little psychological shadow on him.

"This is too cruel." Hermione looked at the pile of debris on the ground and couldn't help but frown.

"You have to recognize the reality. If I hadn't done anything just now, we would have been the ones who died." Aaron said slowly, his voice was low, but his attitude was quite firm.

"You're right."

A hoarse voice came from the debris, and strands of black energy condensed together, forming an illusory and terrifying black shadow floating in mid-air.

“Fuck!

None of this will kill you. "

Aaron immediately trembled, and the three of them following Harry retreated toward the corner tremblingly.

“No, you’ve already killed me once.

I'm weak, worse than a ghost, but I don't die that easily. "The shadow looked at Aaron with red eyes, "How does it feel like killing someone for the first time?

Isn’t it particularly wonderful? Makes you unable to extricate yourself? "

"Gulu!" Aaron swallowed, "No, I just don't want to try it a second time."

"That's not necessarily the case."

"Dumbledore will be back soon." Harry said anxiously, threateningly, "If I were you, I'd get out of here."

"You're right. I can't exist in my current situation for long, but I can give you a gift before I leave." Voldemort said meaningfully, and then quickly rushed towards the four of them.

The combination of a body made of black mist, red eyes, and a featureless face looming under the firelight cast a haze over the hearts of several people.

"The flames are blazing!"

Aaron made a prompt decision, waved his wand, and created a ball of fire.

But the black shadow passed through the flames without any hindrance, bypassed Abe who was blocking the front and passed through his chest.

Aaron's vision went dark, he felt like the world was spinning, and he gradually closed his eyes.

When he fell down, he vaguely saw three Gryffindors who were still standing with frightened expressions on their faces. He couldn't help but feel a little tight in his chest. Why was I the only one injured?

...

One day later, Aaron blinked and saw a somewhat familiar ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sun shines through the window onto the open space in front of his bed, and a cute, neatly dressed creature is napping on his right side.

"Still alive, it seems I'm lucky."

"Of course you're lucky." Snape's voice came from the right, "You were just a little frightened, but you got a sweet dream in exchange."

"Professor, why are you here?" Aaron turned his head, but soon fell into a state of confusion.

Snape was not here to visit him. He was also lying on the hospital bed, but his condition was not that good. One of his arms was wrapped in a thick bandage, which made his face look even grimmer.

"Are you injured?"

"What do you think?" Snape asked, "Voldemort is a strong man on the same level as Dumbledore. Under normal circumstances, we are not his opponent at all.

He used Quirrell's body to exert part of his strength, and even squeezed out his life. He fought us face-to-face with a do-or-die attitude, and it was good to win miserably. "

The corner of Aaron's mouth twitched, and he was speechless.

A tragic victory? Was that a tragic victory?

When we were cornered by Voldemort, you and Professor McGonagall didn't move at all, and we probably fainted.

If it was a tragic victory, it was also a tragic victory for Voldemort.

Dragging his half-dead body, he managed to win against the two deans. Although he also entered the countdown to death later, and there was absolutely no way to save him, otherwise he would never let go of the opportunity to snatch the magic stone.

"There seems to be something wrong with your expression!

Are you questioning what I said? "

"No, absolutely not.

It's just... Professor, are you sure it was a crushing victory, not a narrow defeat? "

“Of course it was a miserable victory.

Although we lost consciousness, the final magic also separated his spirit body. There is no threat. Otherwise, do you think you can still be alive? "

Aaron read the pleasure of revenge from Snape's stern expression, and saw that he was particularly happy in his heart, so he reluctantly admitted the answer,

"Where is Professor McGonagall? Is she okay?"

"I'm here."

The voice came from Aaron's left. He turned his head subconsciously and saw Professor McGonagall, who had a bandage on his right arm like Snape.

"Professor McGonagall, it seems that you are also seriously injured!"

"It's just that the hand holding the wand is slightly injured, but Madam Pomfrey obviously doesn't think so. She thinks we need to rest for two days.

Professor Snape is probably almost recovered. "

"Then why are you still lying here?

Are you taking up a bed?"

"In the infirmary, you have to listen to the doctor.

And being hospitalized is not without benefits. The official business of Gryffindor and Slytherin Colleges has been temporarily handed over to the headmaster for handling. It's rare to relax a little!" Professor McGonagall said as she sat up, took a newspaper from the table, and read it with relish.

Only then did Aaron notice that the table next to the two deans was piled with gifts, chocolates, famous wines, and flowers.

But there were only a few bouquets of flowers on his table, and nothing else.

"It hurts!

It hurts so much. Although I am not as popular as you, the difference can't be so big!"

"What did you say?" Snape sneered, "In fact, you are more popular than us. Students, teachers, and staff from four colleges have come to see you. The two of us are actually more like by-products.

But who asked you to raise a pet with a huge appetite? Even dragons are not as greedy as it. "

Aaron heard this and looked at the dozing Abe thoughtfully.

Then he pressed the faucet hard to wake Abe from his sleep.

The holy dragon, whose sweet dream was interrupted, got up in a bad mood and flapped its claws to slap Aaron's palm away.

Just when it was grinning and ready to roar, it saw its master's unfriendly face.

Abe's face changed instantly, pretending to be silly and cute, and jumped directly into Aaron's arms, rubbing his chest with his dragon face.

"The magical animals raised by Hagrid are not exaggerated." Snape sighed.

"Stop it, get down." Aaron grabbed Abe and put it in front of him, then pointed to the table with only flowers left, "Don't tell me that all the edible things were eaten by you.

I don't feel sorry for those gifts, I just simply think that you didn't leave any for your master. "

Abe was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his paw and began to take things out of his pocket.

Chocolate, fruit, candy, and all kinds of snacks were placed on the table by it, and soon a small mountain was piled up, which was more than the two professors combined.

"This..." Aaron was stunned for a while, chuckled and patted its head, "That's right! Sensible."

"Traceless Extension Charm." Professor McGonagall opened her mouth in surprise, "You actually used this kind of spell on a pet's clothes."

"It's not an ordinary pet." Aaron smiled and stroked the dragon, "It's my family, it has been with me since it hatched from the egg.

My parents like it very much, and they prepared a lot of things for it, even the recipes are specially made. "

"Aaron, what kind of creature is it?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

"This... Can I not tell you?"

"No.

You may not know that Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts because he raised a magical animal. "Professor McGonagall said earnestly, "I don't mean anything else, I just hope you understand the seriousness of the matter."

"But Abe is different." Aaron said with reason, "If it hadn't attacked Voldemort at the critical moment, you and Professor Snape might not have just injured an arm.

In other words, it indirectly helped you, and even saved you. "

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, looked at the white pet in Aaron's arms, and was speechless to refute.

This magical animal that looked like a dragon sent them a letter and helped them a lot in the battle. To put it in a big way, it was even one of the main contributors to preventing Voldemort from resurrecting.

If the crisis was over and she insisted on its identity, Professor McGonagall herself would feel a little embarrassed.

"In fact, we don't want to embarrass you, and we can pretend that we don't know anything." Snape looked at Aaron deeply, "but Dumbledore already knows.

He is the headmaster of Hogwarts, and he has the responsibility to find out the identity of this magical animal and... its harm, so you have to give him an explanation. ”

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