Chapter 651: Complete Magic Power, the Impact of the Seventh Horcrux (1/2)

Chapter 651 Complete Magic, the Impact of the Seventh Horcrux

Half an hour passed in a flash, and the floating island conference room fell silent again.

Professor McGonagall and the others learned as much information as the Order of the Phoenix, and as for more, perhaps only Aaron knew it.

"Do you have any questions?" Aaron asked.

"Yes." Arthur raised his right hand, and then looked at Draco, "I don't understand why we invited Malfoy to our meeting."

"It seems that Crabbe and Goyle also came together just now." Fred added.

"Crabbe and Goyle are part of my plan. As for Draco, he is qualified to attend the meeting." Aaron said, looking at Harry, "As for the reason, I think you can explain it to everyone."

Harry nodded reluctantly, "Draco and his parents recognized me at Malfoy Manor, but they chose to conceal it."

"In a sense, Draco spared Harry's life. I think this reason is enough.

Also, Voldemort once ordered Draco to kill Dumbledore last year. It sounds ridiculous, but he really got the opportunity.

But he didn't do it at that time. Even though he was urged or even forced by several Death Eaters, he still didn't do it to the extremely weak Dumbledore."

"That's right." Harry said, "I was there at the time."

"But Lucius and Narcissa are Death Eaters after all." Sirius said worriedly, "What if he has any bad intentions..."

"Well said." Aaron gave Sirius a thumbs up, "So he, Crabbe and Goyle all signed a very strict contract.

In addition, if we talk about the relationship with Death Eaters, the Black family seems to be no worse than the Malfoy family!"

Sirius's expression froze, and he smiled awkwardly: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Tsk!" Aaron curled his lips, "In addition, Draco Malfoy has become part of Dumbledore's plan for some special reasons.

As long as he stands on our side, Harry's chances of winning against Voldemort can be increased by at least 20%."

After the voice fell, everyone looked at Draco curiously.

These sights made his scalp tingle, and he could only respond with an awkward but polite smile.

"Any more questions?"

"Mr. Gaius." Professor McGonagall looked at Aaron and his thought body, hesitant to speak, "I've lived for so many years and this is the first time I've seen the magic of your clone, so... of course, if it's inconvenient to say it, forget it."

"It's not inconvenient." The thought body smiled and shrugged, "It's already this time, it's really not appropriate to hide it."

"It looks like I'm ready."

"I've been a little tired in the past few years, and it's hard to grasp the situation in the future without enough power."

Aaron sighed lightly, and then stretched out his right hand to the thought body.

The next moment, the thought body turned into a light spot and dissipated, while Aaron's own magic power was rapidly soaring, the primary grand mage, the intermediate grand mage, the high-level grand mage...

Hiss!

Professor McGonagall, Aberforth and other grand mages took a breath of cold air, and the others also widened their eyes in surprise.

Aaron did not hide his own magic power. They could clearly sense how huge his magic power was, which could almost crush everyone present.

"I knew it would be like this." Claire laughed happily, "No wonder so many people like to call you a little fox, they really didn't make a mistake!"

"If I hadn't hidden it, I would have been tortured to death by them." Aaron shook his head speechlessly. The 'they' Claire mentioned were nothing more than the ancestors of his Gaius family.

If they knew that he had the magic of the thought body, the time he spent in the cram school would definitely double. Just thinking about it made people desperate.

But now he is not so worried. According to the family rules, he can inherit the position of the patriarch after marrying and having children. No one can control him at that time.

"Professor, it's okay now!" Aaron said with interest.

Professor McGonagall nodded in a daze, and had some definite guesses about Aaron's clone magic.

But a high-level great magician under the age of twenty is rare even in the entire history of magic.

But this is great news for them. Aaron is on their side, which means that they have one more chance to defeat Voldemort.

"How strong are you now?" Aberforth asked very bluntly.

"If we could have fought to a draw just now, now... it shouldn't be too difficult for me to kill you."

"I see." Aberforth smiled bitterly, "I originally thought that your magic power could only increase by 10% or 20%, but... you hid it really well!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Aaron accepted it humbly, "But I always hide it deeper than you think."

"I can see it."

"Then does anyone else have any questions?"

"No, you should quickly tell me about Dumbledore's subsequent plan!" Harry asked eagerly.

"It's time to get back to the point." Aaron snapped his fingers, and the Pensieve emerged from the red magic circle. Then he took out the green memory bottle, which attracted everyone's attention.

Snape hesitated, his face not looking particularly good, "It's not time for him to know yet!"

"Professor, I know what's going on." Aaron gave him a reassuring look, then turned his head to look at Harry Potter, "You, be conscious, don't let me chase you away."

Harry's eyes twitched, this is not giving him any chance at all!

Snape said in his heart that he did a great job, he is worthy of being my proud student.

"I..."

"Get out, don't let me say it a second time.

You can't look at this part of the memory until the time comes."

"I know." Harry took a deep breath and walked on the road to the dormitory with heavy steps.

After watching him leave the barrier of the conference room, Aaron used his wand to extract the part of the memory in the green bottle and carefully threw it into the Pensieve.

"Everyone, this is the most climax and the most important part of Dumbledore's plan.

This part will subvert your cognition, embarrass all of you, make some of you collapse, and even make some of you despair..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Sirius stood up, "Let me see first."

"Sit down." Aaron glared at him, "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking."

"Let's get to the point!" Snape said impatiently, "Don't waste time at night."

"Okay, professor."

"Is the difference so big?" Sirius said unhappily.

"Because Professor Snape knows this part of the plan." Aaron said patiently, "With so many people here, it will take a lot of time to watch it in batches, so let's watch it together!"

Aaron said as he walked to the Pensieve, pointed his wand at the calm surface of the basin, and chanted an obscure spell.

The next moment, a dark gray light flew out of the basin and turned into a curtain floating in the air, while the silver substance in the basin turned into an image and appeared on the curtain.

The scene was Dumbledore's office, and it was pitch black outside.

Snape sat motionless at his desk, while Dumbledore walked around him while talking.

"The time has come. You have to tell Harry Potter something, but you must wait until Voldemort is at his weakest."

"What do you want me to tell him?"

"That night, Voldemort went to Godric's Hollow to kill Harry. Lily Potter used her body to block her son, and the killing curse rebounded.

At that time, a fragment of Voldemort's soul attached to the only living thing in the house at that time, that is, Harry.

This is why Harry can speak Parseltongue, why he can see Voldemort's thoughts, and part of Voldemort's soul lives in Harry's body."

"So at that time, the child must die?"

"Yes, he must die.

And it must be done by Voldemort himself, this is the most important thing."

Bang!

The curtain dissipated, and the silver substance slowly floated back into the Pensieve.

However, no one paid attention to it. Except for Aaron, Clea, and Snape who knew the contents of the memory, the others were stunned and passively accepted the huge impact brought by this brief memory.

"Is this fake?" Draco said with difficulty.

"Fake?" Sirius came back to his senses, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, "Yes, fake, it must be fake.

Aaron, don't make such jokes at night, how can this be true?"

"Like I said just now, you are the one who will despair." Aaron shrugged, "I can assure you that this part of the memory is true."

"Fake." Sirius roared angrily, but his tone soon softened, and he looked at Snape almost begging, "I beg you to tell me, Severus, this is your prank, right?

We were very sorry for you before, and pranks are also excusable, right?"

Snape was silent. If possible, he hoped that this was a prank more than anyone else.

The sound of sobbing suddenly sounded.

Ginny covered her face, tears falling like raindrops.

Molly hugged her daughter tightly, wanting to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say.

Lupin's eyes widened in disbelief, his body trembling uncontrollably. He and Tonks had just found a godfather for their son, and Merlin had played such a big joke on them.

"These are emotionally broken, and the world may be gray in their eyes at this moment," Aaron lamented, "The remaining silent ones have their cognition overturned. The fate of the prophesied savior is so tragic."

"So Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux?" Hermione asked nervously, her voice trembling slightly, "Voldemort's seventh Horcrux, a living Horcrux besides the snake?"

"This is an unacceptable truth, so I didn't let him see it, which is also a kind of mercy.

A person who is committed to killing Voldemort, but finds that the other party cannot die if he is alive, there is no bigger joke than this. "

"Shut up." Sirius' eyes were red, and he glared at Aaron fiercely.

"Hey! Talk to me politely." Aaron rolled his eyes. He understood Sirius's feelings very well, but that didn't mean he could be disrespectful to him.

You dare to be so arrogant after signing the "sell contract". You can't tell the difference between the big and small kings!

"Wait." Aberforth suddenly thought of something, "You seemed to have said before that Albus Dumbledore made full preparations for the victory of this war and Harry Potter's life, right?"

"It's hard for you to remember it!"

Sirius' eyes flashed red, staring at Aaron, full of expectation but extremely nervous asked: "What do you mean?

Tell me, will Harry not die?"

"Humph! Not only will he not die, but his survival rate is only lower than mine. "Aaron said sarcastically, "Albus Dumbledore is really a cunning old bastard.

If I hadn't experienced many things myself, I wouldn't have thought he would be so insidious."

"That's a bit too much!" Neville said weakly.

"Haha! Neville, what kind of person do you think Dumbledore is?

Kind, kind, approachable, and amiable? "

"Isn't it?"

"I don't deny that Dumbledore does have these attributes.

But you missed the most critical point, thick-faced and black-hearted." Aaron said indignantly, "Dumbledore's plan is very rigorous and worthy of everyone present, except for the two and a half Slytherins.

Severus Snape and I count as two, and Draco Malfoy counts as half.

Since I got involved, I have been pushed by an invisible big hand behind me, doing a lot of inexplicably dangerous work.

As for Professor Snape, after he killed Dumbledore and gained Voldemort's trust, even if he did nothing, his mortality rate was as high as 80%.

As for Draco, he was the same, and he had a 20% mortality rate even if he did nothing. "

"Can you tell me the point?" Sirius was impatient, "Harry? What's going on?"

Aaron took a deep breath and placed a clean blackboard in front of the conference room.

"In the last meeting, I analyzed the combat power comparison between the enemy and us for you.

In terms of high-end combat power, we have a certain advantage, and in terms of overall strength, the Death Eaters are far superior to us.

After the melee situation was formed, the key to determining the outcome of the war was the battle between Harry Potter and Tom Riddle. "

Aaron wrote 'Tom Riddle' and 'Harry Potter' on the left and right sides of the blackboard, and then marked 'Top Grand Mage' and 'Weak Mage' under their names respectively.

"Compare. "Aaron looked at everyone with interest, "There is no comparison at all. From the perspective of normal people or even idiots, Harry Potter will definitely die, and there will be no surprises."

"But in reality? Harry Potter will win, but the process will be a little tortuous." Aaron sighed, "He has too many advantages, so many that he can play a big game with a bad hand."

"Is it because of the prophecy?" Professor Slughorn asked doubtfully, "Or will Tom show mercy because he is a Horcrux?"