A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"You've been at school for over half a year; if you were a dragon, you shouldn't have only grown to this size."

"As expected of the Dark Lord, he can spot the key point immediately."

Aaron knew that with so many people here, Abe's identity could no longer be kept a secret.

After thinking for a while, he pretended to explain, "It's normal that you don't know. It's one of our family's heirlooms, but it just happened to hatch in my generation."

It only recognizes my family's bloodline, but it grows exceptionally slowly.

"That's quite an honor!" Voldemort said with a sinister smile. "To be able to see such a creature before this body is destroyed is certainly a worthwhile trip."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Quirrell panicked at the back of his head. "Master, you can't abandon me! I'm your most loyal slave, I..."

"Shut up!

"The Dark Lord will not abandon his loyal servant," Voldemort said coldly. "I have failed before, but I will never die. Perhaps I will grant you new life when I return."

"Thank you, Master, thank you..."

Quirrell was moved to tears, but soon closed his eyes.

The back of his head turned into black particles and dissipated into the air after he closed his eyes, leaving only the front half of his head controlled by Voldemort.

"Hiss! That's terrible." Aaron gasped. Harry, the other two were shocked and their mouths dropped open. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, on the other hand, were relatively calm. After all, they were older and had excellent mental fortitude.

"Death was just a relief for him."

"It is an honor for Quirinus Quirrell to give his life for the great Dark Lord," Voldemort said calmly. "Perhaps you will agree with this will when you submit to me later."

Aaron: ......

Gan!

Such a generous gift of crabs! Even at this point, you still won't leave me alone.

What merit do I possess to be so coveted by the Dark Lord?

"Um...actually, Harry Potter is better than me, and I could never submit to you."

So...you should focus your attention on him!

Harry's lips twitched suddenly, and he stared blankly at Aaron, his eyes filled with resentment.

"I never intended to let him go, you don't need to remind me," Voldemort said angrily. "Believe me, time will tell."

You'll find later that becoming my successor is your best choice.

Aaron pondered for a while, looked at the backs of the two professors, and said, "Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, I have a favor to ask of you."

"I'll spare his last breath, and I'll personally send him on his way."

"This...isn't appropriate!" Professor McGonagall said speechlessly.

Thanks to Aaron, Voldemort took a full-force attack from him and Snape, which worsened his already collapsing body and added another weight to the scales of victory.

However, it is unacceptable for a twelve-year-old student to commit murder, even if the victim is a heinous villain.

Professor Snape chose to remain silent and did not utter a word.

“Severus, make him do it.” Voldemort laughed loudly, “To rise to power by stepping on the second Dark Lord, he truly is the successor I chose.”

"I fucking..." Aaron couldn't help but swear.

He originally only intended to follow behind the two professors and pick up kills at the last moment, but now he suddenly had the urge to steal kills.

Why would I abandon such a huge family business to stand on the opposite side of the magic world with you?

They could have easily won, but they chose to narrow their path and become a dark terror in the magical world.

Unless he's out of his mind—no, unless his brain is completely submerged in the ocean—Harry Potter would never choose this path, even if you beat him to death.

"Are you sure?" Professor Snape asked, frowning.

“It’s not your place to tell me what to do. I know exactly what I’m talking about,” Voldemort roared. “Harry Potter became a celebrity in the wizarding world by sacrificing his parents’ lives.”

But he earned my approval through his confidence, wisdom, and courage.

"understood."

Snape, you...

I don't agree with doing this; Aaron is only a twelve-year-old child.

“Professor McGonagall, his time is running out,” Snape said calmly. “Voldemort was, after all, a powerful figure in the wizarding world. We should respect his dying wishes.”

Moreover, this was also Aaron's intention.

“No, he’s my student too. He shouldn’t be exposed to these things at such a young age.”

"Don't forget his background. It might not be a bad thing for him to be exposed to these things earlier."

Professor McGonagall was speechless. Voldemort would return sooner or later, and the entire wizarding world would be thrown into turmoil. Those well-known wizarding families were the ones he wanted to subdue.

Aaron is the sole heir of the Gaius family and will have to face these challenges sooner or later.

"Have you all made up your minds?" Voldemort asked impatiently. "If you have, then let's begin! I will use your pathetic state to prove the power of dark magic."

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed from Quirrell's wand, and Snape and Professor McGonagall immediately raised their wands in retaliation.

The two white beams of light merged together, becoming even thicker, and collided with the green Killing Curse.

boom!

After a long while, the magic spread outward from the midpoint of the collision of spells, the shockwave splashed up fragments on the ground, and flying dust filled the entire room.

Aaron and the others watching the battle only vaguely heard a few heavy thuds as they hit the ground.

"Professors, are you alright?" Harry asked anxiously.

However, a staggering figure emerged from the dust. The weakened Voldemort gave the group a terrifying smile before turning his gaze to Aaron.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, I'm scared."

“I don’t see any fear in you,” Voldemort said hoarsely. “Look at them, they’re all trembling, they don’t even have the courage to look me in the eye.”

But you are different; the two wands in your sleeves are ready to be used, which is very good.

You want to kill me? That's easy, you can do it effortlessly.

"You're crazy." Aaron dropped the pretense and took out two wands. "You only have the strength to wait for death, otherwise I would have run faster than anyone else."

"Indeed, you are just like me when I was young."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not like you," Aaron retorted. "Your biggest mistake is thinking of me as an idiot like you."

Do you have any last words?

"Dumbledore can't give you what you want. I'm waiting for you to come to me."

Chapter 91 The Death of Voldemort

Swish!

The black wand swept across Voldemort's neck.

A flash of silver light disappeared in an instant, followed by a line of blood that was almost black.

Voldemort left behind a meaningful smile, his body vanishing like sand, leaving only a tattered set of clothes.

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

"Is he... dead?" Harry asked, mustering his courage.

"Probably!" Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead with slightly trembling hands and collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

After all, it was his first time killing someone. Although the victim was utterly wicked and had designs on him, he was clearly not mentally prepared.

It felt great to take action; after planning for so long, we finally succeeded.

But after taking action, he felt a wave of fear and disgust. After all, Voldemort's end was too tragic; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was completely wiped out. This left him with some psychological trauma.

"This is too cruel." Hermione frowned as she looked at the pile of broken pieces on the ground.

"You have to face reality. If I hadn't acted just now, we would be the ones who died," Aaron said slowly, his voice low but his attitude resolute.

"You're right."

A hoarse voice came from the debris, and wisps of black energy condensed together, forming a phantom-like and terrifying black shadow floating in mid-air.

"Fuck!

They won't die.

Aaron immediately shuddered and, along with Harry and the other two, shakily retreated towards the corner of the wall.

"No, you've already killed me once."

"I'm weak, weaker than a ghost, but I won't die so easily." The shadowy figure looked at Aaron with reddened eyes. "How did it feel to kill someone for the first time?"

Isn't it incredibly wonderful? So captivating that you can't tear yourself away?

"Gulp!" 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, his tone threatening. “If I were you, I’d be leaving right now.”

“You’re right, I can’t stay in this state for long, but I can give you a gift before I leave,” Voldemort said meaningfully, then quickly rushed towards the four.

The combination of a body made of black mist, crimson eyes, and a face devoid of any features that was faintly visible in the firelight cast a shadow over the hearts of the group.

"The flames are blazing!"

Aaron acted decisively, raising his wand and unleashing a burst of fire.

But the shadowy figure passed through the flames without any hindrance, bypassed Abe who was protecting him, and passed right through his chest.

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

As he fell, he vaguely saw three Gryffindors with terrified expressions, but still standing. He felt a tightness in his chest. Why was he the only one who was injured?

......

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