A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Neville's face turned pale instantly, his body stiffened rapidly, and his arms pressed tightly against his sides before he collapsed to the floor with a thud.

Gulu!

Before Harry could react, Ron swallowed hard. "You can be a little scary sometimes, you know?"

Hermione looked at Neville, who was motionless, her face full of apology. "I'm sorry, but this is really for your own good."

“Let’s go!” Harry said.

The three walked around Neville, who was lying on the ground, and put on invisibility cloaks as they exited the portrait doorway.

There were many of them, and to ensure that the invisibility cloaks concealed three people, their travel speed was much slower than normal walking.

......

Meanwhile, Aaron was almost ready in the Slytherin common room.

A music box, a Christmas gift from a relative, with a very high-quality sound that would definitely quiet down the three-headed dog.

Two pre-written letters, with almost identical contents.

Once Aaron is certain that Voldemort has begun his operation, he will not hesitate to have Abel deliver the letter.

His life-saving magical artifact, a very inconspicuous brooch, was tucked inside his clothes. This thing could withstand a full-force attack from a Grand Magister, including the Killing Curse.

Finally, there were the two wands. Aaron examined them carefully, just like checking a quill pen before an exam.

"call!

"I was too nervous after all. I should have kept half of that tranquilizer for myself today." Aaron chuckled, then patted Abe's head and stuffed two letters into its pocket. "The green envelope is for Professor Snape, and the red envelope is for Professor McGonagall."

"Your task is very important; it might even concern my life, do you understand?"

Abe nodded solemnly, his little face unusually serious.

Seeing this, Aaron felt a little relieved and then took out an invisibility potion.

He drank a quarter of it himself and then fed the Holy Dragon another quarter.

This would allow them to remain invisible for nearly an hour, giving them ample time to reach the fourth-floor corridor and wait for their prey.

Even if the time limit is reached, the remaining half of the medicine will give them enough buffer time.

After becoming invisible, he took out a bottle of Felix Felicis, took a sip himself, and then reluctantly fed it to Abe.

"Now it should be considered foolproof."

Set off! "

......

A dozen minutes later, Aaron arrived at the fourth-floor corridor before Harry and the others.

The two, one human and one dragon, adjusted their breathing in perfect unison and cautiously approached the wooden door.

At this point, they couldn't afford to be careless. What if Voldemort was playing music for Momo? If they were discovered, they would be completely doomed.

Voldemort wouldn't care who was invisible at this point; he might just cast the Killing Curse on them both.

The lock on the wooden door is still in good condition, just like it was at noon.

But Aaron became even more cautious; if the lock was broken, it would mean Voldemort had entered the trapdoor.

But the door lock is fine now, and Aaron doesn't know if he came or not.

The only way to make a preliminary judgment is to get close to the wooden door and listen carefully to see if there is any music inside.

However, the room was quite well soundproofed. Aaron worked hard for a while, but all he could hear was Mao Mao snoring.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go in and take a look, a faint red light suddenly flashed on the door lock, and the door was opened.

Aaron's heart skipped a beat. He covered his mouth with one hand and Abe's mouth with the other, afraid of making the slightest sound.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief after the door closed.

"We've finally waited for this." Aaron put Abe down, then pointed outside the corridor, his meaning clear: I'll stay here and keep watch, you go and report.

Abe didn't act immediately. After hesitating for a moment, he stretched out his dragon claw towards the wooden door and then quickly shook his head.

"Is there a situation?"

Aaron frowned and pressed his ear against the door again.

Soon after, several black lines appeared on his forehead.

Besides the snoring of the three-headed dog, he also heard the voices of several familiar people.

Without thinking twice, he pushed open the door and went in, and as expected, he saw three Gryffindors.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all came; not one of them was left out.

"Why is the door open?" Ron asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Maybe it wasn’t shut properly!” Harry didn’t pay attention, but glanced at the harp playing automatically beside him. “Snape has already been here, and he cast a spell on the harp.”

“It might not be Professor Snape who’s coming,” Aaron interjected speechlessly. “He should be sleeping in his dorm right now.”

"Who? Who's there?"

The three panicked instantly and took out their wands, pointing them in the direction from which the sound came.

"Uh... don't be so nervous." Aaron exited his invisible state. "If we wake up Momo, we'll be in big trouble."

"Aaron, what are you doing here?" Harry asked excitedly. "Do you have an invisibility cloak too?"

“I don’t have that kind of item, but I do have a bottle of invisibility potion.” Aaron shrugged, then glanced at the harp that was still being played, his pupils contracting slightly.

Since this harp wasn't made by Harry and his friends, it could only have been Voldemort.

Having figured this out, he immediately gave a wink to the Holy Dragon who was still squatting at the door.

After receiving the signal, Abbe rushed out of the corridor at top speed.

"What are you doing here?"

“We got the Philosopher’s Stone before the mysterious man,” Hermione explained, then looked somewhat dejected. “But it seems we’re a step too late.”

Aaron couldn't help but slap his forehead. "I think I said I was confident I could stop the mysterious man!"

Don't you trust me at all?

“It’s not that we don’t believe in you, it’s just that we can’t put all the burden on your shoulders,” Harry said earnestly.

"Hehe! Don't misunderstand."

Let me make it clear beforehand, I have my reasons for stopping him, but it's not for your sake.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Since you've come here, it means you're on our side.

Although we arrived a little late, there are still quite a few hidden mechanisms under the trapdoor!

"The Mystic hasn't succeeded yet; we still have a chance." Harry said, walking over to Moose. "We need to move its claws; the trapdoor is underneath."

"Move what?" Aaron said impatiently. "What you need to do now is go back to sleep. Staying here will only get in the way, and... it's dangerous."

"And what about you?" Hermione asked meaningfully. "You're probably planning to stay, aren't you?"

"That's not important. What's important is that I'm confident I can get out unscathed."

Harry shook his head. "No matter how eloquently you describe it, we won't leave you to face this alone."

Besides, if you fail, we'll have your support and someone to rely on.

Aaron: ......

How come we never noticed before that this child is so stubborn?

"Ron, come help me out!"

"it is good!"

The two men laboriously moved a huge dog paw aside, revealing a trapdoor underneath.

Once opened, it revealed a pitch-black passage.

"Tsk tsk tsk! It looks terrifying." Driven by curiosity, Aaron walked closer for a look.

“I’ll go in first, and you can come down after I give you the signal,” Harry volunteered. “If anything goes wrong, just get out on your own.”

Chapter 82 Passively Deviating from the Original Plan

“You don’t need to tell me that, I can leave right now,” Aaron said without hesitation, completely disregarding Harry’s seemingly final request.

He never intended to join the three Gryffindors' plan. The harp had already proven that Voldemort was under the trapdoor, and going down now would be a stupid and suicidal act.

Harry wants to stop Voldemort from rising from the dead, and whatever the reason, it sounds pretty noble.

The key question is how to stop it?

Is it fueled by passion? Or by sheer stubbornness?

Without sufficient strength, relying solely on these two things is no different from giving them away for free.

The best strategy is to wait here in comfort until the two professors arrive, then follow them and pick off their enemies.

Upon hearing this, the three exchanged glances, then looked at Aaron with strange expressions.

“Don’t look at me like that. My plan is completely different from yours, so…” Aaron sighed as he spoke, “I don’t recommend you go down. This is my advice.”

Of course, I won't stop you if you insist on going down.

Good luck to you all, goodbye.

Just as Aaron was about to leave the dangerous cave entrance, he was hit by a stench and instinctively looked up.

The three-headed dog, Momo, opened its eyes and stared hostilely at the four wizards standing in front of the trapdoor.

A dog's mouth secreted extremely thick saliva, which dripped onto Ron's shirt.

"Ah oh!"

Aaron swallowed hard, shrugged with a wry smile, and jumped through the trapdoor without saying a word.

"Why did he suddenly go down there?" Ron asked, somewhat puzzled.