Chapter 487 The Son Pays for His Father's Debt? The 16-Foot Giant (1/2)

Chapter 487 The son pays for his father's debt? A sixteen-foot giant

"Prophecy?" A string of question marks flew over Harry's head, "Isn't it a weapon?"

"Weapon?" Aaron laughed dumbly, "Your imagination is really rich. For wizards who are used to using wands, a powerful wand is the best weapon.

And the Department of Mysteries will not regard wands as contraband, otherwise my uncle's wand shop would have closed down long ago."

Harry's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled awkwardly and said, "I thought Voldemort was looking for a powerful weapon, just like your gun."

"What gun?" Ron asked curiously.

Aaron glared at Harry fiercely, and he didn't mean to hide it. After all, the trump card was exposed and it was not a trump card.

"The weapon passed down by an ancestor of the Gaius family is considered a masterpiece of life."

"That...is it the kind of gun I understand?" Hermione said with a strange look, "Muggle hot weapon?"

Aaron nodded, then stretched out his right hand, and a red magic circle appeared in the air, and he took out a flintlock pistol from it.

Hermione and Ron looked at the exquisite pistol, their eyes sparkling with wonder. It was the first time they had seen such a beautiful gun.

Harry couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He had seen the power of this gun with his own eyes, and even his strongest magic couldn't match it.

"Is this a weapon?" Ron said in disbelief, "I'll believe you if you say it's a work of art."

"It is indeed a weapon." Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "but it's a Muggle weapon."

"The name of this gun is Higanbana." Aaron introduced proudly, "Each of its parts is made of rare materials. It is a combination of alchemy, runes and magic circles.

Its basic data is stronger than ordinary firearms, but its power will be further improved if it is infused with magic.

The more magic power is injected, the stronger the power. On this basis, with special bullets, even fire dragons can be effectively damaged.

The most important thing is that only its recognized owner, that is, me, can use it."

"Can I see it?" Ron looked at Aaron expectantly.

"No, this is a personal item." Aaron refused straightforwardly, and put the red spider lily back into his dressing space.

"But why does Voldemort want to find a prophecy?" Harry asked in confusion, "Wouldn't it be better to find a powerful wand at that time?"

"You can't say that. In some aspects, the value of prophecy is far beyond your imagination." Aaron said very seriously, "Let me give you a simple example. If the prophecy ball records the location of a powerful weapon, whoever gets it will have invincible power."

The three exchanged glances and understood why Voldemort went to the Department of Mysteries.

"We have to find a way to notify Dumbledore." Harry said seriously.

"Don't you think he doesn't know?" Aaron asked, "Where did Mr. Weasley get injured?"

"But even if Dumbledore arranged for someone to take precautions, it's not that safe. If we can get the prophecy first..."

"You're almost as worried as Dumbledore." Aaron waved his hand impatiently, "Don't underestimate our headmaster. How can he not consider what you can consider!"

"That's right." Hermione nodded in agreement, "Harry, don't think too much now. Learning the brain block technique is what you should do."

Aaron shrugged, then helped Harry sit on the chair.

"Second training, are you ready?"

"I..."

"Capture the divine mind."

Harry started shouting again, and everything in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Professor Snape taught him the art of brain occlusion but left for something in the middle... He lay in Snape's Pensieve to look at the wandering memories... His father, Sirius, hung Snape upside down in the air for fun, and Remus Lupin, the Gryffindor prefect who should have stopped him, sat beside him without saying a word...

"No, you can't look at this."

Harry fell again, he knelt on the ground in pain, and whispered sadly: "How can you look at this?"

"Haha! Harry, do you think you have the right to say this to me?"

Harry was speechless. As a person who peeked into other people's memories, he really had no right to accuse others.

"I understand why Professor Snape doesn't like you so much." Aaron smacked his lips meaningfully, "The son pays for the father's debt, and the grievances you suffered in Potions class are not unfair." Harry smiled bitterly, "I just figured it out recently." "So you went to Sirius to find out who your father is?" Harry nodded undeniably, "Sirius and Professor Lupin both have a good opinion of him, but they were ignorant when they were young..." "Haha! What a good reason. Can children who are ignorant justify hurting others?" "Sirius and Lupin are also very regretful." Harry said guiltily, "They both admitted that they were wrong at the time." "But they didn't apologize." Aaron sighed, "No wonder the first thing Professor Snape did after seeing Sirius two years ago was to arrest him in Azkaban. But these are their private affairs and have nothing to do with me." "What did they do?" Ron asked curiously, "It seems to have something to do with Professor Snape?"

"You want to know?" Aaron looked at him with a half-smile, "Believe me, I will be the first to delete your memory after you know this."

Ron smiled bitterly, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Tsk!" Aaron snorted, "Harry, you tried to resist just now, but it will be better to empty your mind and emotions. It's best not to have too much emotional fluctuations."

"I tried hard."

"I can feel it, but your efforts are not enough.

This is Hogwarts, which can protect your brain to a certain extent, but after leaving here, the environmental obstacles will no longer exist, and it will not be difficult for Voldemort to read your mind again."

"Are you saying that Harry needs to learn brain occlusion before the holiday?" Hermione asked.

"That's what I mean." Aaron tapped his wand, "Can we continue?"

"He needs to rest." Ron couldn't help but say.

"He has been resting for three minutes." Aaron said lightly, but when he met two pairs of angry eyes, he sighed helplessly, "I shouldn't have asked you two to come here in the first place.

Ten minutes of rest, I look forward to your performance in ten minutes."

Harry smiled awkwardly and lay on the chair to relax as much as possible.

After several more training sessions, they stopped only when curfew was approaching.

Aaron was not very satisfied with Harry's learning progress. There was almost no progress in one night, but the brain block technique was like this. Unless Harry suddenly mastered the essentials, he could only improve step by step.

"I hope you don't have nightmares tonight."

"I hope so!" Harry said weakly, but he had no confidence in this.

......

Time came to the first weekend of May.

The last game of the Quidditch season officially began, Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw.

Due to the withdrawal of George and Fred, Gryffindor had to replace two beaters, and its strength was greatly reduced, but fortunately Harry, the seeker, was still there and barely made it to the finals.

Logically, Gryffindor's opponent should be Slytherin, but because most of the members of the investigation team are Slytherins, the students hate them and use some prank props on them.

This caused four of the seven players to fail to perform normally, and Draco and the other three alone could not turn the tide.

Aaron watched the game carelessly in the audience, and couldn't help laughing when he saw Harry showing mercy to Cho Zhang when he was looking for the Golden Snitch.

"What are you laughing at?" Hermione frowned slightly.

"Nothing, just thought of something interesting."

"The senior may be laughing at Harry Potter." Celine on the side interrupted, "He is indeed quite interesting. He knows that Gryffindor's goalkeeper is unreliable and still has the mood to play games with Ravenclaw's seeker."

"Harry knows the difference between the important and the unimportant, and Gryffindor will definitely win.

And Ron will gradually improve, and he will definitely become a qualified goalkeeper."

"Maybe! But if Harry Potter continues to play like this, even if he wins, the score difference is estimated to be not that big."

Hermione:......

This A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of them. Hagrid looked at Aaron and Hermione with some restraint, "I want to talk to you about something."

"Now?"

"Yes, now." Hagrid nodded seriously, "While they are still playing."

"It seems very important!" Aaron stood up, and then he found that Hagrid was much more haggard than when he came back from the giant tribe, "What happened to you? Fight with the troll again?"

"It's a little more serious than that.

Don't ask, come with me first."

"Okay!"

"What about me?" Celine pointed at herself.

"Of course I will watch your game honestly." Hermione showed a smug smile at the corner of her mouth, "Hagrid didn't call you."

"Senior, won't you say something for me?" Celine said aggrievedly.

Aaron rolled his eyes, "I don't like to cause trouble for others, so...you should watch the game!"

Celine snorted, glared at Aaron fiercely, and then turned and left the audience.

"Sorry." Hagrid said guiltily, "You'd better explain it to your girlfriend later."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and just when he was about to say something, Hermione explained for him, "That's not his girlfriend, at most she's an admirer, there are a lot of them in Slytherin, no, in Hogwarts."

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate to say that?" Aaron said with a strange look.

"I'm right!"

Hagrid took them to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, and then took a crossbow from a tree, "Come in quickly, before others find out."

The two looked at each other and followed Hagrid closely.

"Where are you taking us?" Hermione asked.

"You'll know soon."

Da! Da! Da!

A burst of horse hooves came, and a team of centaurs galloped past quickly not far away.

"I've never seen centaurs so angry." Hagrid said angrily, "They are dangerous at ordinary times. If the Ministry of Magic continues to reduce the centaurs' territory, they will launch a full-scale riot." "So... you brought us here because of these centaurs?" Aaron asked in surprise, "I'm sorry, I don't think we can help much."

"No, not the centaurs." Hagrid shook his head contemptuously, "They will only make things more complicated."

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"It means that things are more troublesome than the rioting centaurs." Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "Are you sure we can handle it?"

Hagrid did not comment, with a little cry in his voice, "I didn't want to trouble you, but Dumbledore is gone, and I may be expelled by them at any time. I have to entrust him to someone else before I leave."

"He?" Aaron was stunned for a moment, "Who are you talking about? A human or some kind of ferocious magical animal?"

Hagrid did not answer, but just sighed slightly and led the way in front of him.

They walked deeper and deeper in the Forbidden Forest, the trees on the road became denser and denser, and the light gradually became dim.

"Have you arrived?" Hermione walked through a thorn bush, and many scratches appeared on her arm.

"We have to go a little further, you have to follow me closely, don't fall behind."

After dozens of minutes, they entered the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest, and Hagrid's speed slowed down.

In the dim light, Hermione could only see a huge black shadow in front of her, but Aaron, who had extraordinary vision, could clearly see the true face of the black shadow.

"Ha! Hagrid, this joke is really not funny."

Hagrid nodded, with obvious anxiety and sadness on his face.

"I know, but I really have no other way.

Umbridge has been trying to get me out. She pushes everything related to magical creatures on me."

"She can do this, but he..." Aaron pointed at the black shadow, "You can't control him, are you sure we can control him?"

"He has learned some rules." Hagrid said anxiously, "and I can't abandon him, he only has me."

Aaron sighed helplessly, "Even if you say that..."

"Please." Hagrid said with a sob, "Just take the time to talk to him and let him not feel lonely."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"You'd better be mentally prepared." Aaron took out his wand and shook it lightly.

A ball of white light flew out from the tip of the wand and stopped above the shadow.

Under the illumination of the white light, Hermione finally saw what the shadow was. Her face turned pale and she took several steps back. Fortunately, Aaron was there to support her, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.

I saw a lot of tree trunks and branches surrounding a bare piece of land, forming a huge fence wall, and inside the wall was a giant about sixteen feet tall.

The giant lay motionless on the ground, as if he was asleep, making a very rhythmic rumbling breathing sound.