Chapter 581: The Dead Asylum? Who Told You I Could Save Him? (1/2)

Chapter 581 Death House? Who told you I could save him?

"How did you contact him?" Kingsley asked.

Hermione was silent for a long time, and took out a gold Galleon. "He gave me this after attending Dumbledore's funeral. The number changes mean something is wrong.

He can determine my location based on this Galleon, and then use a special magic to communicate over long distances."

"Determine the location?" Kingsley's face changed drastically, "You have to throw it away quickly, the farther the better."

"No." Hermione tightly grasped the gold Galleon, "This may be the only way I can contact him, I can't throw it away."

"But it will also expose our location." Kingsley said anxiously, "We really can't take risks."

"You don't know what he is facing. Anyone may help Voldemort, but he will never." Hermione said, choking and crying, "I believe him."

"This..." Kingsley was speechless and could only wink at Lupin, hoping that he could help persuade him.

"Okay, Hermione, you can keep this Galleon." Lupin said as calmly as possible.

"Thank you."

"But we do need an explanation, we need to determine whether he leaked the information."

"Professor, I don't think it's Aaron." Harry interrupted awkwardly, "He has helped us fight Voldemort many times in the past six years."

"Yes, that's it." Hagrid said, and Ron nodded.

"I don't want to believe it's him, but this involves the unity within the Order of the Phoenix." Lupin said rationally, "Leaking information is not a trivial matter. This time we lost Mad-Eye, but what about next time?"

Hermione paused, looking at Lupin with a slight sob, "What do you want me to do?"

Huh!

Lupin took a deep breath and said seriously, "I hope you can contact him again."

"Okay."

"Not now, we have to be prepared." Lupin's eyes swept across everyone, "Prepare for the worst."

......

"Ahhh... sneeze!" Aaron rubbed his nose. He didn't think he had a cold. It was probably because someone was talking about him.

"They should be back!" Aaron murmured thoughtfully. Even if Sirius wanted to hang out outside for a while, Abe would not let him down.

A few minutes later, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came.

Abe brought Sirius down from the sky and landed steadily in the yard.

Aaron raised the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up the wand in his right hand and lifted the silencing spell on Sirius, allowing him to speak.

"The mission was completed well. Although the process was full of surprises, the result was satisfactory."

Sirius took off his hat, glasses, and black windbreaker, then looked at Aaron without saying a word, his face full of bitterness, helplessness, and a hint of embarrassment.

"Alas!" Aaron patted his shoulder and comforted him earnestly: "I know you are in a bad mood, but as a person who has died once, you can't just bear this.

Death is just another great adventure. More people will die in the future. You have to learn to get used to this regret and sadness.

What's more, Mad-Eye Alastor Moody died a worthy death."

"It's easy to say, if someone you care about dies, will you still be as calm as you are now?"

"Of course not." Aaron said with a double standard, "Fooling the God of Death will cost you a price, but I am not talented enough, and I just happen to have the ability to fool the God of Death."

This may sound too exaggerated or even unrealistic to others, but it is the truth.

The resurrection potion is still stored in his system space. He has never used it since he got it. After a long time, Aaron feels a little conflicted.

On the one hand, the pearl is covered in dust, and the treasure that cannot be used has no value at all. On the other hand, this treasure is really priceless, and it is really hard to give up the disposable consumables.

In addition, the dog spell can also bring people back to life, but the immortal power has been completely integrated with him. There will be no side effects to resurrect himself with this power, but resurrecting others will cause the power to weaken to a certain extent, prolonging the time required for resurrection.

This kind of resurrection is risky. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never share the power of the dog spell. Who knows how long it will take to get through the weakening period.

"Then do me a favor." Sirius shook his wand guiltily and conjured up a dark blue magic carpet. On the magic carpet lay Alastor Moody, who died peacefully.

"My magic carpet." Aaron took a breath, then glared at Sirius angrily, "I lent it to you because I was worried about Hermione. If she gets hurt, this blanket can be used as a stretcher so you can bring her back."

"I thought of that, too." Sirius nodded.

"But I didn't ask you to use it as a shroud." Aaron cursed angrily, "It's too wasteful, no, too extravagant, do you know how valuable this magic carpet is?"

"I know a little bit." Sirius' voice was much weaker.

When Moody fell, he threw the magic carpet out, intending only to collect his body, but when everything was settled and he was about to collect Moody's body, the magic carpet automatically flew back, raised its corners, and waved to him in a friendly manner.

At that moment, he realized that this magic carpet was not an ordinary flying prop. It seemed to have a certain wisdom. The value of this item was not comparable to ordinary alchemical products.

"Haha!" Aaron sneered, and then suppressed his unhappiness, "Forget it, I don't usually use it, just regard it as a friendship between you and Mad-Eye."

"I want you to save him." Sirius pleaded.

Puff!

Aaron almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Maybe I heard wrongly, what did you say?"

"Save him."

"Mr. Black, please make it clear that you haven't paid off the debt you owe me yet!

So don't be too pushy. This is not a death shelter. I have already offended the god of death by saving you." Aaron's face was expressionless, and he continued with disdain: "I am definitely kind, but don't think of me as too kind. I won't do such a thing that violates the rules casually."

"It won't violate the rules." Sirius said anxiously, "Mad-Eye is not dead yet."

"Huh?" Aaron became interested and controlled the magic carpet to fly in front of him. He found that although Moody was covered with bruises, he was still breathing, but it was extremely weak.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! It's really hard for you. The examination is really detailed." Aaron teased, and then changed the subject, "But the internal organs are broken, the bones are shattered, and there is too much bleeding.

It's a miracle that he is still alive, but like a candle in the wind, his life has entered the countdown.

There is no hope. His breathing can continue for more than an hour. Prepare the coffin!"

"You can save him."

"Hey, hey, hey! You can take medicine randomly, but you can't say anything.

Who told you that I can save him? Be careful or I will sue you for defamation!"

"It told me." Sirius pointed at Abe, who looked innocent, "Magic Carpet After bringing Mad-Eye back, Abe used healing magic to stabilize his injuries and hold on to his last breath.

At that time, I also thought he was hopeless, and then I saw Abe pointing in the direction of Diagon Alley with disdain.

I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. It bullied me for more than a month. Even though we don't speak the same language, I can barely understand what it means. Only the master can save him. "

Hearing this, Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in dragon language unhappily: "You silly dragon, you only cause trouble for me."

Abe grinned embarrassedly, then looked up at the ceiling, pretending to know nothing.

"Ahem! You may have misunderstood something. I can't save him."

"No, you can save him." Sirius said firmly, "You can pull me back even if I step into the underworld. Mad-Eye is just on the verge of death."

"Well... saving you involves rules, but saving him requires medical skills. It's a doctor's job to pull a dying person back."

"I believe Abe won't lie. He is too simple."

"Okay!" Aaron sighed helplessly, "Since you insist on thinking so, I won't pretend.

In terms of healing, the healers at St. Mungo's Hospital are not even second-rate in my opinion.

But the question is, why should I save him?"

"Human life is at stake. Isn't that enough?"

"Don't tell me those big principles. There is a clear rule in my ancestral precepts. Clearly, it is better to be selfish.

People die every day in this world, I can't save everyone!"

Sirius gritted his teeth in a tangle, "What do you want to save him?"

"Saving you is annoying enough for me, I can't bear to save another one, and I can't explain it to Moody.

What will he think when he sees you? What will he think when he sees me?

To put it bluntly, my efforts to save him will bring me unnecessary trouble. "

"Trouble?" Sirius couldn't bear it any longer, "You say Mad-Eye is trouble? He sacrificed himself to cover up Harry Potter, he is a respectable person."

"There are so many respectable people, not just him."

"You are bringing shame to the Gaius family." Sirius scolded angrily.

"Don't be funny, you sound like you know the Gaius family very well." Aaron waved his hand disdainfully, "The education I received since childhood told me that no matter how important other people's affairs are, they have nothing to do with me, because I can't manage them at all.

Let me give you a simple example. The Black family has billions of assets, but there are countless beggars and disabled people in the world who need money to get through the difficulties. Didn't you lend a hand to them?"

"But Mad-Eye is different." Sirius said, "He is a member of the Order of the Phoenix and our companion."

"But it's the same for me." Aaron explained patiently, "Moody is no different from a stranger to me.

To put it bluntly, saving him is a favor, not saving him is a duty, and there is no favor between him and me."

"Really can't save him?" Sirius was in despair, as if he had lost his energy and spirit.

"I understand your feelings, but please respect my principles.

I have a clear conscience to collect his body, otherwise his body will become the trophy of the Death Eaters, you know what that means.

I can pay for his coffin, and I can also let him wake up for half a minute at the end of his life, so that he can explain his last words, and I can even hold a low-key, luxurious and meaningful funeral for him, which is considered to be the most benevolent."

"Just can't save him."

"Brother, you have to be reasonable!

Do you know how much it will cost me to save him?

You can ask the healers of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic, I guarantee that no one can save him."

Sirius was speechless, a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

He had no reason to force Aaron to do something he didn't want to do and was thankless, but he just felt depressed and disappointed.

It was like grabbing a life-saving straw when drowning, but the straw broke after only a few seconds.

Aaron didn't know how to comfort him, so he put a glass of strong liquor next to him.

"I'm not in the mood to drink."

"I didn't ask you to drink, you can use this glass of wine to send him off when he has a last gasp."

Sirius looked at him in astonishment, and it seemed like millions of horses were galloping through his heart.

Is this really appropriate? It's too awkward!

"The host has a new task, please check it." The system's prompt suddenly sounded in Aaron's mind.

Aaron was stunned for a moment, then opened the task panel.

[Find and destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes, 1000 magic points for each Horcrux found, 500 magic points for each Horcrux destroyed;

The reward for completing the task will be issued directly until all Horcruxes are destroyed; no penalty for mission failure; accepted]

[Save Alastor Moody; 500 magic points for completing the task, no penalty for mission failure; do you accept?]

"Watford...

System, is Sirius your biological son?

Last year you asked me to save him, this year you asked me to save the people he wanted to save.

And you don't even remind me of some tasks, isn't that too partial?"

"For tasks with time limits, this system has the obligation to remind me.

In addition, whether to accept this task is the host's business, and has nothing to do with the system."

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and then he looked at the reward on the task panel, "Accept."

Five hundred magic points are not much, but it is a huge sum of money for him now, there is no reason to miss it.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed pretentiously, "I've thought about it carefully, I can save him reluctantly."

"What did you say?" Sirius immediately came out of his decadent state, his eyes blooming with bright colors, "Haha, I knew you were not the kind of person who would watch someone die without saving him."

"Humph! But let me be frank, saving him is not easier than offending the god of death, and I am not absolutely sure.

In addition, after I save him, he will have to sign a contract with me. I need him to serve me before destroying Voldemort. You are an experienced person and you should know what I mean."

"No problem, I can help you persuade him." Sirius patted his chest and promised. It was a blessing to be able to save Mad-Eye's life, and serving Aaron was also a disguised fight against Voldemort.

More importantly, he finally had a companion, and the days of complaining alone would be gone forever.

"If you can't persuade him, I can only seal him for a while."

Sirius:......

Sleep in a coffin, then sleep in a coffin, why do you have to say it so refreshingly.