Chapter 555: A Career that Costs a Lot of Money, a Sharp and Invisible Sword that Can Kill People? (1/2)

Chapter 555 A profession that burns money, and a deadly Shenfeng Wuying?

Shenming Temple.

Aaron sat at the wine table, drinking one glass after another, and he didn't stop even when he felt dizzy.

"I was really careless today." Aaron burped, "Why am I so impulsive?"

"Is it really appropriate for you to ask yourself this question?" The thought body said with disdain. After receiving the memory of the original body, he almost couldn't hold it back and wanted to drink a bottle of white wine to calm down.

But before he had time to drink to relieve his sorrow, the original body took the lead and ordered him not to drink, because he needed another self to stay sober so that he could answer questions better.

Isn't this obviously bullying? The one being bullied is still himself, which is simply out of the question.

"Who else can I ask?" Aaron shook his head and said, "It's really inappropriate to ask others this question!"

"Beautiful." The thought body clapped his hands, "That makes sense, I have nothing to say."

"Stop talking nonsense."

"I can only say that it was not impulsive. I must have thought it through at the time. I just regret it now.

But this is not a bad thing. At least we don't have to find ways to explain some things. Hermione is not the kind of unreasonable woman. We will be more relaxed for a while."

"But I don't feel relaxed. The pressure is even greater." Aaron said He poured himself another glass of wine, "Giving out this kind of promise is equivalent to shouldering the responsibility in advance."

"Who can I blame for this?" The thought body said, "You have to finish the road you choose even if you have to kneel, right?

There is only one thing you need to do now, that is..."

"Don't worry, I know the limits, I will calm down after a good night's sleep."

"No, I mean let me drink a little first, otherwise I might suffer from insomnia at night."

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Okay! But you can't drink too much."

The thought body immediately pointed to the wine cabinet, and a bottle of strong liquor flew into his hand with a slight movement of his fingers.

He opened the bottle cap and blew into the bottle, using the alcohol to soothe his mood.

"Huh! I feel a little high, but I feel much better."

"Where's Abe?

It's been here for a while, how is it?"

"Uh... this..." The thought body smiled helplessly, "It's hard to describe, you'd better see it yourself."

Pushing open a door, Aaron couldn't help but widen his eyes, and even sobered up a little.

On the ceiling, a picture was played in a loop, the giant holy dragon was surrounded by thousands of dragons, and inherited the throne of the dragon king under the gaze of countless fellows.

And below, on a hill of gold coins, the white baby dragon lay comfortably on a small bed made of pure gold, and a bucket of milk fell at a speed visible to the naked eye under its sucking.

In addition, there were three black shadow ninjas serving on the side, one holding a fruit plate, one holding barbecue, and another responsible for adding dishes.

Snap!

Aaron slapped his forehead, and a green magic circle appeared in his palm.

Then a hurricane blew up in the vault, and Abe was caught off guard and was blown down. He crawled out from the pile of gold coins a few seconds later.

"Master, when did you come?"

Aaron did not answer, but just picked it up, and his face turned black after weighing it briefly.

"It's gained weight again, at least one pound."

"It took a lot of effort to eat!" Abe said as if to take credit, "The mistress said I'd better eat more, so that it will be more comfortable to hold."

Aaron:......

"Claire did say that." The Thought Body said with an awkward smile, "And considering the appetite of a dragon, it doesn't eat much, it can lose weight in three days at most."

"Hehe!" Aaron said speechlessly, "But lying in the vault, with food and drink and people serving it, isn't it too luxurious?

I asked you to take care of it, but I didn't ask you to take care of it like this!"

"It's mainly because I don't have time." The Thought Body said confidently, "You have assigned me too many tasks, I can't watch it all the time.

And it has indeed worked hard during this period, it should enjoy itself!"

"Really?" Aaron asked with some doubt.

"Of course it's true." Abe nodded hurriedly, "I spend two hours every day using dragon flame to dissolve those alchemical materials, otherwise it would be absolutely not that easy for the master to enchant five times."

"So it really succeeded?"

"It was just a fluke." The thought body smiled, and then took a small box from the storage shelf. After opening it, there were two light golden bullets inside.

"Even with the bonus of dragon flame, it failed many times, and the final product is these two.

I injected a single element of magic into it, and with the red spider lily, it can release a power no less than that of a beginner great magician."

"Amazing, worthy of me." Aaron was in a good mood. This was a small step in alchemy, but it was a big step for him.

The bullets with five enchantments are not of much help to him as a mid-level great mage, but it is a different story for him and the thought body who only have half the magic power.

Unfortunately, it cannot be mass-produced yet, otherwise the consumption of magic power in battle will be at least reduced by half.

"I have been deeply touched during this period." The thought body said earnestly, "Ninety-nine percent of wizards who can gain benefits through alchemy are just relying on their old capital, and at most they are applying the knowledge they have already mastered.

But if you want to go further in alchemy, the wealth consumed is undoubtedly huge.

This is a career that burns money. If you don't have a rich family background, you really can't afford it. The value of a bullet with five enchantments alone is at least ten times higher than a bullet with four enchantments."

"So expensive?" Aaron frowned.

"What do you think? These are all disposable consumables.

If they are placed in Knockturn Alley, knowing that they can threaten the Grand Mage, those dark wizards will definitely be willing to exchange their entire fortunes for them."

"Hiss! Improve slowly!

Although we have a lot of wealth, we can't afford to squander it like this."

"I understand. Then Abe will continue to stay in the Temple of the Gods, or go out with you to breathe fresh air?"

"I'll stay here and help you for the time being!" Aaron pondered, "Before Dumbledore's life comes to an end, the situation in Hogwarts is relatively stable.

If it really comes to a critical moment, I will summon it over. After being promoted to a mid-level Grand Mage, the defensive magic of Hogwarts can't hinder my summoning array."

Back in the dormitory, Aaron lay directly on the bed driven by drunkenness.

He didn't rest immediately. Perhaps the promise he made today made him feel an unprecedented sense of urgency. He opened his personal panel for the first time in a long time.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic power: main body: 8782, high-level magician; thought body 8782, high-level magician; total 17564 (mid-level great magician, rare in the magic world)]

[Talent: once in a lifetime (magic power increases by 4 points per day, main body increases by 2 points, thought body increases by 2 points)]

[Items: resurrection potion (can revive any creature that dies within an hour), magic carpet, Captain Jack's compass,...]

[Magic points: 1370]

"My strength hasn't improved much, but I have accumulated enough magic points to reach four digits." Aaron stared at the number after the magic points, and after a long silence, a bitter taste appeared on his lips.

Magic points cannot be moved at all, they must be kept for emergency use.

There is nothing we can do about it, because old Dumbledore can't hold on any longer!

If he could hold on for another three to five years, he would not hesitate to spend a thousand magic points to buy the Tooth of Deleus, so that the artifact forged by Arger could be sublimated in quality.

"System, open the task panel."

"Okay, host."

[The Secret of Slughorn (Find out what Dumbledore urgently needs);

Complete the task to reward 800 magic points; no penalty for mission failure; accepted]

"Sure enough, there is still only one task.

Take one step and see, there is still some time for development." Aaron murmured with some disappointment, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

......

Ron couldn't stand Lavender Brown's clingy care, and applied to Madam Pomfrey for discharge the next day.

In the following weeks, Harry was still working hard to get Professor Slughorn's memory, and at the same time he did not fall behind in Dumbledore's courses.

With Phineas as an undercover, Aaron easily obtained important information about Voldemort.

First, after graduating from Hogwarts, he went to work at Borgin and Burke's, where he unexpectedly met Hepzibah Smith, the descendant of Helga Hufflepuff.

With his handsome appearance and charm, he made the wealthy witch willingly take out her heirloom Hufflepuff's gold cup for him to admire. Perhaps it was fate that while showing off her wealth, she also took out another rare item she found in Borgin and Burke's, Slytherin's locket.

Hepzibah Smith died two days later. The Ministry of Magic determined that the murderer was her house elf, and the two treasures disappeared. Voldemort also resigned from Borgin and Burke's.

Second, Voldemort returned to Hogwarts to seek the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. At that time, he was almost "unrecognizable", and his request was rejected by the then headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Aaron selected some key words and wrote them on the blackboard and stopped paying attention. He could feel that the information was important, but it was like a treasure that needed a key to open. Before the key appeared, it was a waste of time no matter how much he envied the treasure.

Draco was much more stable. Although he still had a cold face and looked like he didn't want to be approached by strangers every day, there was a little more ease in his eyes.

......

Hall.

Aaron opened his notebook and carefully carved a complicated magic circle on the parchment.

At this time, a shadow suddenly covered the paper, and Aaron raised his head to see a not very familiar face.

"Katie Bell? Are you discharged from the hospital?"

"I'm lucky. Your medicine helped a lot." Katie Bell smiled, "The first thing I did after returning to school was to thank you. Do you have anything to say?"

"You're welcome." Aaron waved his hand indifferently, "I would save even a cat or a dog, let alone a living person."

Katie Bell's mouth twitched slightly. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Claire smiling and silent. A trace of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she immediately turned and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

"Very popular!" Claire smiled, "Katie seems to have made a great determination to come to you."

"But forget it! I've already offended two people at Hogwarts, and I don't want a third one.

She doesn't look like what I like, and... I'm not familiar with her."

"You're smart."

Aaron rolled his eyes and continued to write and draw on the paper.

After a while, a figure passed by him quickly, and then another figure flashed by.

"Who just passed by?" Aaron stopped writing angrily, "Can't we study well?"

"One is Draco Malfoy, and the other is Harry Potter.

Katie Bell is back, guess what will happen?" Claire smiled meaningfully.

Aaron frowned and thought for a moment, then slammed the table, "Fuck!"

He didn't hesitate at all, picked up his notebook and chased out.

But he was still a step too late. When he chased to the bathroom, there was already a sound of fighting and Draco's screams.

Pushing open the door, a large pool of water mixed with bright red blood came into view. Draco was groaning in pain on the floor, with several hideous bloodstains on his chest.

"Hiss!" Aaron took a breath, "Are you going to kill him?"

"I, I'm not, I didn't..." Harry stammered, "I just want to ask Katie Bell..."

"Get out of the way." Aaron pushed Harry aside unhappily, glanced at the wound on Draco's body, and immediately realized that this was the God's Edge Shadowless Curse.

"You can really cause trouble for me."

"Can it be cured?" Harry asked in panic. This magic was an offensive magic he learned from the Half-Blood Prince's notes, but he didn't know the effect.

Aaron glared at him, then drew out his wand and pointed it at the wound on Draco's body, and recited the counter-spell several times in a row, and then barely healed the wound.

The danger to life was temporarily lifted, but the large amount of blood loss also made Draco fall into a coma.

"Send him to the school hospital later, you go in person.

And tell him that what happened today was an accident, he knows what this means."

"I didn't mean it." Harry said with difficulty.

"Haha! Do you think I believe it?"

"But this is really the first time I use this magic."

"First time?" Aaron raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I know you don't like Draco, but there is no need to test magic that can kill people on him!

The Sharp Edge Shadowless Curse, the parts damaged by this magic can only be healed with a counter-curse. Fortunately, you didn't hit his head or limbs, otherwise he would be disabled if not dead."

"I don't want to do this either." Harry hurriedly defended, "I just want to ask why Malfoy cursed Katie, and he was the first to do it."

"But I saw that he was lying here half dead." Aaron said meaningfully, "In addition, I beg you, can you mind your own business?

You have a more important task, you have to get Professor Slughorn's memory as soon as possible."

"This is not a trivial matter." Harry said with a gloomy face, "I suspect he is going to assassinate Dumbledore."

"You can think of it, can Dumbledore not think of it?" Aaron asked tiredly, "Have you never thought about why he didn't pursue it?"