Chapter 662 Crabbe and Goyle Surrender, Information About the Shelter (1/2)

Chapter 662 Crabbe and Goyle surrender, information about the shelter

Silence, the silent silence solidified the air.

Everyone felt that the atmosphere became extremely solemn, but then Voldemort's sarcasm broke the oppressive atmosphere.

"Dumbledore, that old guy is really worthy of admiration.

Even though he was dead, he could still arrange for his brother to lead the Order of the Phoenix to resist me, and he could also arrange for Harry Potter to do so many things.

But you no longer have any chance. As for the things I lost, I think the secrets of the Gaius family are enough to compensate."

"As long as Harry Potter is alive, we will not give up." Aaron said seriously.

"I admire your confidence. Come to the Forbidden Forest to find me at 8 o'clock in the morning. I hope you can still smile by then.

After that, I will bring Harry Potter's body back to Hogwarts. That will be your last chance to surrender."

The voice disappeared, and Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, everything is going according to my plan."

"Finally it has come to this." Moody said in a deep voice, "You arranged our battlefield in the Forbidden Forest."

"Don't forget to drink the Felicis." Aaron shrugged, "In addition, notify all survivors to bring the injured and the bodies of their companions to the Great Hall to gather."

"Crabbe, Goyle, you can surrender to Voldemort."

"Now?"

"Of course now, this time is just right.

For your father, for your family, for your Master Malfoy." Aaron pointed to the door of the Great Hall, "Are you still hesitating?"

The two looked at each other, and they mustered up their courage and soon blended into the smoke-filled night.

"Can they be trusted?" Frank asked worriedly, "Their father is a Death Eater after all."

"Why do you think I signed a contract with them, Mr. Longbottom?" Aaron asked meaningfully, "I'm not a heartless person.

Go or not, I gave them one last chance to choose.

If they don't go, they can stay out of it and avoid this war safely.

If they go, they will be in danger and have no way out, but they will have a chance to keep their family and friendship.

Their choice did not disappoint me. Although Crabbe and Goyle's character is a little worse, they still have the courage to make choices at critical moments."

More than ten minutes later, the first seriously injured person was carried into the hall.

Colin Creevey, a sixth-year Gryffindor, had his abdomen torn by a sharp blade, and his extremely weak breathing symbolized that his life was like a candle in the wind.

"He's still alive, but he's dying." Oliver Wood said. "Put them down first!" Aaron said in a deep voice, and then raised his voice with a voice-enhancing spell, "Put all the seriously injured on the steps in front, and Madam Pomfrey and her assistants will treat them together."

"Does this count?" Fred held his dry and shrunken arm with a pale face, "Maybe I should thank you, that guy was about to kill me when Voldemort ordered his troops to retreat.

She could have stabbed me again, but she only broke my arm, which should be the luck brought by the Felicis Felix."

"Sit by the podium."

George immediately helped him to the podium, and then followed others to carry the wounded and corpses.

Dozens of corpses were placed in the center of the auditorium, and more than 20 seriously injured people were concentrated on the high platform. Among them, Firenze, Lupin, and Creevey were breathing more than breathing in, and the rest were in a mess, and almost everyone was injured.

"More than one-third of the casualties." Moody put down a corpse and said with a guilty look, "If we can go out to fight, maybe..."

"You can't do anything if you go out." Aaron said bluntly, "Hogwarts tried its best and barely blocked the Death Eaters.

This castle will definitely not be able to stop Voldemort's next round of attacks.

There is only one way to resolve this crisis."

"Kill Voldemort." Harry said expressionlessly.

"Yes, you should be ready!"

Harry nodded solemnly, wishing that time would pass faster.

It is more than two hours before eight o'clock in the morning. These two hours are a tormenting wait for everyone.

"Harry." Ron and Ginny came over. They wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything when they came to their lips.

"I understand." Harry forced a smile, "This will all be over soon, as long as I die."

"Don't say such depressing words." Ginny blamed, "You will definitely survive."

"Abe." Aaron shouted, then looked at the steps in front of him, "Go help them!"

The holy dragon nodded immediately, spread its wings and flew to the front.

A pure white magic circle appeared above the seriously injured, and dots of white light fell on them, suppressing their injuries.

"I almost forgot that Abe can also perform healing magic." George laughed.

"Its magic power can't keep up, at most it can save the lives of these seriously injured." Aaron said, "and it has consumed enough tonight, and it can't participate in the battle tomorrow."

"Professor McGonagall, please record the names of these students who died in the battle."

"Okay, I'll remember it." Professor McGonagall wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "They are all heroes."

"System, open the auxiliary commodity column." Aaron sat on the chair and shook his head when he saw the number of delicious points on the blue interface.

There were only 300 points. Roughly speaking, he had shown off at least 500 meals in the past two weeks.

No, Abe accounted for one-third of the 500 meals, but even two-thirds meant that his appetite had increased nearly tenfold.

It wasn't that he had to eat so much. He could perfectly control his appetite, but who said that the fastest way to become stronger through gourmet cells was to eat!

However, the benefits were obvious. The capture level corresponding to his body was infinitely close to level five, and his physical strength had been significantly improved.

Aaron glanced at the ingredients on the commodity column, which were at least in the double digits, and opened the gourmet illustrations.

These days, he had lit up dozens of delicacies, and the capture level did not exceed level four, but the price of the huge ingredients was also much more expensive.

After hesitating for a while, Aaron cleared all the delicious points and exchanged them for the cheapest food, such as the four-leaf clover burger, steak burger grass, and rice bowl fruit, which cost one delicious point.

Three hundred portions should be enough for everyone in the hall to have a full meal.

"What a nice smell!" Professor Slughorn sniffed, "I've never smelled such a smell."

"Over there." Professor Sprout pointed to the long table of Slytherin, which was filled with strange delicacies they had never seen before.

"Mr. Gaius, did you make this?" Slughorn swallowed his saliva.

"It cost a lot of money!" Aaron said with some pain, "Maybe it's a little inappropriate, but everyone must eat something to replenish their energy."

Professor McGonagall nodded with relief, and immediately arranged for the wounded to have a meal with Professor Sprout.

The food was very delicious, they had never eaten it before, but no one would care about the taste at this time, they just needed the energy provided by the food.

......

On the other side, Crabbe and Goyle left Hogwarts.

They ran out for a few minutes and were caught by Greyback.

"Look who this is?" Greyback teased, "If I remember correctly, you seem to be Draco's two followers!"

"Yes, it's us." Crabbe said hurriedly, fearing that the werewolf would bite them to death if they disagreed. "My father and Goyle's are both Death Eaters. We ran out with important information to report to the Dark Lord."

"Important information?"

Greyback's eyes lit up. Important information means credit!

But the next moment he doubted, are these two guys really reliable?

"Let's be serious, Malfoy asked us to come out." Goyle pretended to be anxious, "We have to report quickly, it will be too late if we are late."

"Tell me." Greyback laughed, and the stench in his mouth made the two people unconsciously take a step back.

"Sorry, I just bit a girl to death." Greyback picked his teeth and picked out a few bloody meat strands.

Ugh~

Crabbe retched, glad that he didn't have dinner.

Goyle was not feeling well either, and his face was particularly ugly.

"Tsk!" Greyback rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "Okay, tell me if you have any information."

"No." Goyle shook his head firmly, "Malfoy said that we should report to the Dark Lord in person."

"Do you know what you are talking about?" Greyback said coldly, "Tell me, and I will tell that Lord, isn't it the same?"

"It's different." Goyle swallowed his saliva in fear, "I know you want this credit, but the Dark Lord won't believe you if you say it."

"Yes, that's right." Crabbe recovered, "We must go to be convincing."

Seeing that Greyback was still hesitant, Crabbe hurriedly added: "If you take us there, you will naturally have a share of the credit, but if you don't take us there, if Draco comes back and mentions this matter..."

"Malfoy." Greyback gritted his teeth hesitantly. He was a figure among the Death Eaters, but he was far inferior to the Malfoy family.

If this credit could make him appreciated by Voldemort, he wouldn't mind offending Malfoy, but what if it wasn't worth it!

To put it bluntly, it was greed and cowardice. Crabbe and Goyle had a low presence, but if Draco was here, he might not dare to stop him.

"By the way, Draco has an aunt. If she knew..."

Greyback shuddered before Goyle finished speaking.

It was a risk to offend Malfoy at most, but it was a life-threatening risk to offend Bellatrix.

"Come with me, I'll take you to see the master." Greyback said from the heart.

Crabbe and Goyle breathed a sigh of relief, but their tense spirits did not relax at all. After all, they barely passed the first level, and the next one was really thrilling.

After a while, Crabbe and Goyle were brought to Voldemort.

In addition to him, there were also some of his trusted subordinates here.

Crabbe and Goyle were very respectful, and there was nothing wrong with their etiquette, but they were a little nervous.

"Tell me! What good news did you bring me?" Voldemort asked hoarsely.

"I, we..." Crabbe's voice trembled.

"Hurry up, Vincent." Crabbe's father said anxiously, "It is very rude to keep the Dark Lord waiting."

"Shelter, shelter." Crabbe said reluctantly, "There is a shelter in Hogwarts, and all the wizards who did not participate in the confrontation gathered there."

"Yes." Goyle nodded, "The shelter was designed by Aaron, and the supplies inside are enough for hundreds of people to use for several years.

And there is also magical protection there, and the defense of the barrier should not be weaker than the one that the Death Eaters broke tonight."

"Interesting." Yake laughed, "It seems that Gaius has been preparing for a long time!"

"Where is the shelter?" Little Barty asked.

"Slytherin's common room, he built the shelter under the dormitory." Crabbe said, and suddenly thought of something, "It is said that it was originally the Chamber of Secrets of the great Salazar Slytherin."

"Chamber of Secrets?" Voldemort's eyes moved slightly, and then he laughed, "Hahaha, he really found a good place, it is indeed safe there.

Yes, you two deserve praise, the Chamber of Secrets is a place I didn't even think of."

"How is Draco?" Lucius looked at the two of them anxiously, "Shouldn't you two be with him?"

"Draco is in the shelter, he asked us to report the situation." Goyle said immediately, "He thinks that the Order of the Phoenix will eventually use the wizards in the shelter who are unwilling to resist to negotiate with the Dark Lord."

"Hostage." Yake said bluntly, "This is a bit worrying. Yes, after all, there are no Slytherins in the rebellious wizard team, and many of the Slytherins are children of Death Eaters. "

"Draco." Bellatrix smiled, "He knows how to ask for help, he is a little smart." "They need rescue." Snape immediately realized that this might be an opportunity for Aaron to leave the battlefield, and immediately stood up to express his position, "Master, I am willing to lead people to rescue those students who are loyal to the Dark Lord.

I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, this is my duty."

"I see your loyalty, Severus, but it's not enough." Voldemort Mossault held the old wand in his hand, "You have always served me, but...

For the sake of safety, you can't leave for the time being."

Snape's heart sank, but he did not show any abnormality on his face, and silently retreated to his original position.

"Master, let me go!" Lucius begged, "I am willing to lead people there, please help me."

"Okay, after all, it was your son who sent the information." Voldemort smiled, "Vincent, Gregory, you are responsible for leading the way.

Tomorrow morning when Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius accept their fate, I hope you can capture the Chamber of Secrets and destroy their last hope.

But be careful not to destroy the things in the Chamber of Secrets."