Chapter 663 The Quality of Spies Is so High, Where Is the Dog Charm? (1/2)

Chapter 663 The quality of spies is so high, where is the dog charm?

"Okay, I know." Aaron murmured, and then looked at the members of the Order of the Phoenix who still had the strength to attend the meeting, "My insider told me a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Bad news." Aberforth said without hesitation, "Past experience tells me that it's right to hear the bad news first."

Aaron's mouth twitched, "Let's hear the good news first!"

"Crabbe and Goyle succeeded. When we go to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow, Voldemort will allocate part of his forces to the Temple of the Gods, and it is estimated that many people will be killed."

"What about the bad news?" Sirius asked.

"The bad news is that Voldemort discovered the Elder Wand's resistance to him, and he kept Professor Snape by his side. If nothing unexpected happens, he has already made up his mind to kill."

"This..." Sirius was silent for several seconds, "Severus has already prepared to sacrifice himself, and I'm afraid we can't save him."

"That's not necessarily true." Aaron put a bottle of emerald green potion on the table, and said meaningfully: "I have this bottle of potion in my hand for six or seven years, and it just happens to come in handy."

"Isn't this to be an insurance for Harry?" Sirius looked embarrassed and embarrassed, and hesitantly said: "Harry is the key to this war."

"According to you, Severus Snape should die, right?" Aaron asked back.

"No, that's not what I meant. I don't want Snape to die either."

"Then shut up." Aaron gave him a sharp look and continued, "Professor Snape has worked for Dumbledore for more than ten years. You have seen his contributions in your memory. He should not die.

In addition, this bottle of potion is mine. No one has the right to control it except me.

And I am a student of Professor Severus Snape. Students don't want their teachers to die. Do any of you have any objections?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

Did they dare to have any objections after talking so much?

"Harry." Aaron took out a red glass bottle, which contained strands of silver memories. "I had to convince Professor Snape to get this thing. The memory in the green bottle is Dumbledore's plan, and the memory in this bottle is Professor Snape's last words, which he left for you alone. I promised him that I would show it to you after he died. Although he is not dead yet, his life has entered the countdown. So I give you a choice, watch it or not, you decide." Gulp! Harry swallowed hard and was at a loss for a moment. Aaron stuffed the memory bottle into his hand without saying anything, and then pulled the Pensieve to him. At this moment, Harry felt that the bottle in his hand was hotter than a red-hot iron. His intuition told him that Snape's "last words" would cause an extremely huge impact on his mind, even more thrilling than him being Voldemort's Horcrux. Harry instinctively wanted to throw the bottle away, the farther the better, but he somehow held it tightly in his hand, and his legs unconsciously pulled a distance away from the Pensieve.

"Want to see it but dare not, or dare not see it now?" Aaron chuckled, "It's not that troublesome, as long as Professor Snape is still alive, it's not that scary.

By the way, Professor Snape asked you a question during your first potion class, remember?"

Harry nodded, he disliked Snape from that time on.

"What will you get if you add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

"Water of life and death, I already know the answer."

"But that's just the superficial answer." Aaron sighed, "In fact, this question has another meaning if interpreted in the flower language of plants: I feel very regretful about your mother's death.

I haven't seen the memory in your hand, but if I'm not mistaken, this memory should mention some relatively long-ago events, such as why he feels regretful."

Boom!

A thunderbolt exploded in Harry's heart. He stepped back two steps and fell on the bench.

"Don't let him die, please, don't let him die." Harry said incoherently.

"Of course, I'll put away the Pensieve first.

After this battle, if you still want to watch, go to the principal's office!"

...

Forbidden Forest, eight o'clock in the morning.

The sunlight shone on the soil through the gaps between the leaves. The air was mixed with a faint smell of blood, symbolizing the tragic situation of the battle last night.

Voldemort brought Bellatrix Lestrange, Narcissa Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr., and Jake Moens to wait here patiently. In addition to them, there were also a large number of Death Eaters.

Aaron and Harry arrived as scheduled and did not disappoint Voldemort.

"Harry Potter, the boy who survived a disaster, you finally came to die."

Harry had a blank expression on his face and said nothing. He was ready to die calmly.

And you, Mr. Gaius, I wonder if you regret signing that contract with me? "

"It's a lie to say I don't regret it." Aaron said regretfully, "If I had known this would happen, I would have fought you two years ago."

"Can you win?" Little Batty teased.

"It's hard to say if I fight to the death, but I still have a 30% to 50% chance of escaping.

But now that things have come to this, there is nothing to say. I have gained two years of growth and will face dozens of times more enemies than before. It is not a loss. "Aaron talked freely, and then suddenly thought of something, "Where is Professor Snape? Why don't I see him?" "Severus?" Yake hesitated for a moment, and carefully dragged out a body wrapped in a black robe from behind a big tree. "Snape." Harry's expression trembled, but Aaron glanced at him, and he immediately calmed down and quickly switched to a slightly happy expression. Snape is still a Death Eater, the murderer of Dumbledore, and a damned traitor. He must think so and cannot let Voldemort see any flaws. "Just died, the blood is still hot, if you don't believe it, come and test it." Yake meant something. The one-hour countdown has begun. If the master wants to save him, it is better to control the time. "Alas! "Aaron pursed his lips, "I don't understand, Professor Snape is loyal to you, you just killed him like this."

"It's a pity." Voldemort said with some nostalgia, "Unlike others, Snape is very valuable to me, he is a loyal and good servant.

The old wand can't work well for me, because I am not its master yet, its master is Snape, and only by killing him will the wand submit to me.

I mentioned this to him, I thought he would resist, at least he would be angry.

But he was willing to die, calmly, and even begged me to kill him. He proved his loyalty to me with his death.

I am very pleased. After this war, I will hold a funeral of the highest standard for him. In the future, in the era of Voldemort, the name of Severus Snape will continue to be passed down, and everyone will remember him. "

Aaron:......

Professor Snape, you are really awesome!

Being a traitor to this extent is enough to leave a name in the history of magic.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic! "Voldemort said coldly, "I have to live up to Snape's sacrifice, Harry Potter, please try the power of the old wand!" Harry glanced at Snape's body, then met Aaron's affirmative eyes, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Still have some backbone." Voldemort grinned and pointed his wand at Harry. "Avada Kedavra." A flash of green light passed by, and Harry fell straight to the ground. The place hit by the spell felt like a heavy punch, but he could feel his breathing, his heartbeat, and he was indeed still alive. "Don't move, you're dead." Harry suddenly heard Aaron's voice, and immediately maintained his landing posture, motionless and trying to reduce the sound of breathing as much as possible, but his heartbeat could not be stopped. Harry Potter was dead, but the Death Eaters did not cheer, because their master also staggered to the ground, as if he was backfired by some force. "Master. "Bellatrix immediately helped Voldemort up, "Master, Master, are you okay!"

"I don't need your help." Voldemort said coldly, and after standing up, he looked at Harry Potter who was lying on the ground, "Is the boy dead?"

"Dead." Aaron said as a matter of course, "If you don't believe it, you can find someone to check it!"

"Master, I'll go!" Bellatrix volunteered.

"It's so boring, is it so difficult to check the body?" Ya Ke walked up and turned Harry Potter's "body" over.

He carefully checked his heartbeat, which was very healthy, and then carefully probed his breath, which was very weak, and then opened his eyelids, his green eyes were bright and energetic.

Harry was almost desperate, was it necessary to torment him like this?

"Have you had enough fun?" Aaron asked unhappily, "Are you going to desecrate a corpse? "

Ak smiled slightly, saluted simply by touching his chest, and then stood up and said to the Dark Lord: "He is indeed dead."

The Death Eaters cheered immediately, and they shot red and silver lights into the sky to declare victory.

But Harry's heart was in turmoil. He glanced at Ak Moens standing in front of him with the corner of his eye, and immediately understood something.

Hiss!

It's confirmed. Ak Moens, the wizard regarded as a confidant by Voldemort, is the spy arranged by Aaron.

But is the overall quality of spies so high these days?

"See? Harry Potter is dead, and no one can threaten me anymore." Voldemort laughed triumphantly, "The prophecy is over.

Then it's time to do another thing, what do you say, Gaius?"

Aaron sighed, then looked at Ak, "Can you move Harry's body first?"

"No problem, after all, the Dark Lord still needs his body to persuade the stubborn elements guarding the castle to surrender. "Acker picked up Harry horizontally and whispered in his ear, "Don't move, and don't show any abnormality, otherwise I don't mind using dark magic to help you."

Harry:......

You'd better help me with dark magic!

The difficulty of pretending to be dead is much greater than he thought.

Acker solemnly handed Harry's "corpse" to Narcissa Malfoy and gave her a look that could only be understood but not expressed in words, "Watch it carefully, don't lose this body. "

Narcissa felt the faint breath from the nose of the 'corpse', and her pupils suddenly widened a bit. She was much smarter than others and immediately understood the relationship between Yake Moens and Aaron Gaius.

"Okay, I will definitely keep an eye on him." Narcissa promised, implying that she would not let others touch Harry Potter's body.

"Very good, Lucius and Draco should be in the shelter by now, I believe you and your family will see each other again soon.

In addition, there may be a big movement in Hogwarts, you don't need to care, but protect yourself."

A touch of joy flashed in Narcissa's eyes. It seemed that her husband and son should be safe.

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but roar like a groundhog in his heart.

He understood why Aaron was so confident that this war was a joke in his eyes. He, the savior, felt that he was not coming to the Forbidden Forest to die, but to visit the Forbidden Forest.

"Mr. Gaius." Voldemort smiled, "According to the contract, you should tell me a more perfect way to immortality."

"Are you sure you want me to say it here?" Aaron pointed to the many Death Eaters behind him, "Is it really okay if they hear it?"

"Close your ears and plug your ears." Voldemort simply set up a soundproof barrier, covering him and Aaron in it, "Sorry, I was too excited just now, it's okay now."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat seriously, "There is an octagonal rune stone, about the size of an egg, with a yellow dog pattern engraved on it, referred to as the Dog Charm.

The Dog Charm has magical power, whoever possesses it has the power of immortality."

"Eternal life?" Voldemort's red eyes immediately glowed red, "Are you sure it's immortality?"

"And immortality." Aaron added, "Holding the Dog Charm can keep a person's physical state in its prime, even if it is beheaded or dismembered, it can be restored to its original state, but there are certain defects."

"What defects?" Voldemort asked immediately.

"The dog charm can make people immortal, but it is relatively fragile. A spell can turn it into powder."

"Isn't that a big deal?" Voldemort didn't care. He could think of countless ways to protect the charm, and he carried it close to his body, so no one would have the chance to destroy it.

"It can only make the holder immortal, but it can't be immune to diseases or curses.

For example, if you are cursed and have to endure great pain every day, the dog charm can't solve this problem."

Voldemort curled his lips in disdain. He is the Dark Lord, proficient in countless dark magic. If he really plays a curse, who can beat him?

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me where the dog charm is?"

Aaron smiled playfully, "I don't know."