Chapter 412: Moondrop making a deal? You have to find a way to save yourself

"But I have a small question before I let you go." Voldemort said seriously, pointing his wand straight at Aaron, "I will not take the initiative to be your enemy, but will you take the initiative to cause trouble for me? ?”

"No, I can guarantee that." Jeans said.

"Don't talk too much." Voldemort smiled meaningfully, "After all, Mr. Gaius and my enemy are friends, and it is inevitable that I will not help them in the future."

"You can rest assured of this. If the young master takes the initiative to intervene in disputes in the magic world, it will be his personal behavior and has nothing to do with the Gaius family.

If he dies in this dispute, it will be due to lack of strength, and the Gaius family will not hold you responsible for anything. "

Aaron blinked blankly and was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses, "I once again doubted whether I was their biological child."

"There is no doubt about this, the young master is definitely his biological son.

What the subordinate just said is also the ancestral motto of the family, in order to prevent some heirs from acting on their own initiative and using their status to coerce the family into unnecessary trouble. "

Aaron: ...

Why does this sound weird? It has the meaning of criticizing Sang and Huaihuai.

"That's no problem, let's go!" Voldemort said generously.

Aaron hesitated for a moment and looked at the other people tied to the pillars, "Can you let them go too?"

"Aaron, don't you think you're a little greedy?" Voldemort sneered, "I let you go partly because it would be a pity to kill you, and partly because you won't become my enemy.

But they will obviously be my enemies. Although I don't care about these ants, they will make me feel unhappy. "

Aaron turned to look at Genes, wanting him to help him.

Jeans pretended to rub the fist marks on his face and completely turned a blind eye.

He was only responsible for saving his own young master, and what happened to others had nothing to do with him.

When Cedric and others saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Unexpectedly, at this point, they still cannot escape the fate of death, but they also know that they are not qualified to blame others for not saving others.

"But if you are willing to agree..."

"I won't work for you, and it's useless to break the law."

"It can be seen that you will not give in." Voldemort said calmly, "What I mean is that you can be my student. As long as you agree to be my student, I will let them go immediately.

I will teach you all the dark magic I know without reservation, which Hogwarts cannot do, and neither can Dumbledore. "

"hehe!"

Aaron curled his lips disdainfully, a clear look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

That's right, just disgust.

Does he lack a teacher? Learn about more than twenty ancestors.

In addition to those old immortals, he also has a huge library in his home. What kind of knowledge is there?

"It seems that they are not interested, so let's watch them die!"

"Wait." Aaron said hurriedly, struggling for a while before looking at Voldemort, "Maybe we can make a deal, a deal you can't refuse."

"Tell me about it." Voldemort asked with interest.

Aaron took a long breath and took out a small bottle of purple solution from the magic circle.

"This is..." Jeans' pupils narrowed.

"I got this by accident when I was traveling." Aaron said nonsensically. The Moon Drop is a system reward, but it cannot be ruled out that this kind of magic potion has appeared in the magic world.

"do you know?"

"I know a little bit about it." Genes nodded solemnly, "It is a magic potion refined from the essence of moonlight. The preparation process is extremely cumbersome and the yield is extremely low. It will also affect the surrounding environment and even the will of living creatures to a certain extent. "

"What's the effect?" Voldemort asked calmly.

"Remove all negative effects of magic." Aaron smiled meaningfully, "This drop of the moon can restore your normal appearance and even eliminate some defects in your soul."

"What?"

Voldemort suddenly lost his composure and looked at the Moondrop with greed and fanaticism in his eyes.

He has walked a long way on the road to eternal life, but this road is not smooth. Those bumpy places are called souls.

If the flaws in the soul or the Horcrux could be eliminated, then even if he was killed again, he could be perfectly resurrected with the help of a Horcrux, instead of lingering for more than ten years like before.

"Is what he said true?" Voldemort looked at Jeans and asked. He still trusted the character of a high-level magister.

“Of course, the Moon Drops can even lift the seal set by Merlin.

But as far as I know, there should be no inventory in the family's treasury, and even in the entire magical world, there is only... Sorry, I said a bit too much. "

"Disappointing." Aaron said unhappily.

Voldemort also looked regretful, but it was not without gain. At least he knew that this kind of potion existed in the wizarding world.

As long as it can be found, it means one more chance to be completely resurrected, but now it is still important to get it in Aaron's hands.

"What kind of deal are you going to make? Are you going to trade this small bottle of magic potion for their lives?"

"What good things are you thinking about?" Aaron rolled his eyes and said, "Their lives are not so valuable. To a certain extent, this bottle of potion is a precious item on the same level as the magic stone.

The Philosopher's Stone can't break powerful curses, but it can.

If it weren't for the fact that my sister didn't want anyone to die during the Triwizard Tournament, I wouldn't have taken this treasure out. "

"Young master, there is no need to take it seriously." Genes said with a smile: "Now that the game is over, we all see that you guys touched the trophy together."

"Speak to Adrian about this. Do you think she recognizes it?"

"This... probably won't happen, but Master, you won't suffer any loss!"

"You won't understand. It's too early for me." Aaron curled his lips, then continued to look at Voldemort, "The premise of the deal is to let the three of them go first."

"Then what?"

"Then..." Aaron turned to look at Harry Potter, and immediately showed a harmless smile, "I bet on whether you can kill the savior of the wizarding world within five minutes.

If you can do it, this bottle of magic potion is yours. If you can't do it, it only proves that you have no fate with it. "

Hearing this, Voldemort was stunned for a moment. Is there any difference between this and giving it away for free?

Harry was also confused. Is this different from dying?

"Five minutes, are you looking down on me too much?" Voldemort said casually, "Ten seconds is enough."

"Five minutes is five minutes." Aaron tossed the medicine bottle in his hand, "But before that, I have to say a few words to him."

"Please."

Aaron walked up to Harry, waved his wand and untied his restraints, releasing him from the statue.

"What are you doing?" Harry said anxiously, "I can't beat him."

"Of course you can't beat him. No one here can defeat Voldemort." Aaron lowered his voice, "In five minutes, if I guess correctly, he will torture you for four minutes and fifty seconds, and kill you in the last ten seconds. ”

"Then you still..."

"So you have to seize the opportunity." Aaron looked at him very seriously, "You are different from others. You are definitely the first on Voldemort's must-kill list. There is no doubt about this. You can't have any A sense of luck.

There is nothing I can do to help you in this duel, but here is something that can help you save yourself. "

Harry thought of something and his pupils narrowed, "You mean..."

"Don't say it." Aaron interrupted him immediately, "Voldemort will definitely try his best to torture you, the simplest one is the Cruciatus Curse.

You have to endure the physical and mental damage, find it, get close to it, and then touch it. This is your only chance to survive. "

Harry nodded blankly, "Four minutes and fifty seconds, right?"

"Actually, this time will be less, not more."

Harry said bitterly, "You should have said it for ten minutes."

"Pull him down! Ten minutes is enough for someone to become suspicious, and besides, I don't think you can handle it for that long.

When life is worse than death, suicide is a luxury. "

"Understood." Harry said solemnly, "The next step is a narrow escape. If I die... take my body to Sirius."

"You won't die. I have a way to save you." Aaron hesitated for a moment and said seriously: "But you'd better not let me use it, otherwise you will have to work for me to pay off your debts for the rest of your life."

Of course, what Aaron was talking about was not the dog talisman. The power of immortality was completely absorbed by him and could only affect him alone.

But he also has a bottle of resurrection potion that can revive people who have died within an hour.

He would have been reluctant to give it to others before, but after gaining the power of immortality, the value of this bottle of medicine was no longer that high to him. It was a good decision to save Harry's life and create trouble for Voldemort.

Harry also thought of another priceless bottle of potion in Aaron's hand, and was immediately moved to tears.

"Thanks!"

"I'm warning you, don't rub your nose on my clothes."

Harry:......

"Are you finished?" Voldemort asked impatiently.

"That's it." Aaron stepped out of the way and gave Harry a push.

"Where...where is my wand?" Harry asked timidly.

"Oh!" Voldemort mocked in a long tone: "Wizards cannot duel without wands."

Barty Crouch Jr. licked his lips and threw a black wand in front of him.

"Wand?" Aaron seemed to have thought of something, and immediately shouted to Harry: "When it comes to a last resort, trust your wand."

Harry just smiled reluctantly, taking it as an encouragement to himself.

Voldemort and the Death Eaters also felt baffled and didn't take these words to heart at all.

"What do you mean by that? Do you think the wand can help him carry it for five minutes?" Fleur asked curiously. As a woman with a delicate mind, she felt that there must be some deep meaning in Aaron's words.

"Maybe! But it depends on luck." Aaron said with some uncertainty, "I hope he doesn't need this curse!"