Chapter 509: Change the prophecy and steal the performance of the God of Death? (1/2)

Chapter 509: Change the prophecy and steal the performance of the God of Death?

"Dumbledore just asked you guys to come here and die?" Voldemort looked at Sirius and others sarcastically, "It seems that his Order of the Phoenix will suffer heavy losses today."

"I don't think so."

A blazing flame burned in mid-air, and Dumbledore walked out of it calmly.

The arrival of Dumbledore caused the arrogance on Voldemort's face to quickly subside. He glanced at the seriously injured Barty Jr. and the other two Death Eaters, "You go first."

"As ordered." Little Barty nodded, obviously knowing that the three seriously injured men would be a burden if they were left behind.

"It's foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom.

The Aurors are on their way here. "

"I'll be gone by the time they get here, and you'll die." Voldemort responded calmly.

The next moment, the two sides began to fight. Death Eaters and members of the Order of the Phoenix fought together. The collision of various magic spells was dazzling, and the sound of explosions continued to sound.

The battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort was a little more serious. Although both of them wanted to destroy each other, they were surprisingly calm at this time. They did not use more destructive magic, it was more like testing each other.

"Both the Dark Lord and the White Lord are here, it's really lively." The missing body said angrily, "Now that you are safe, it's time for me to leave."

There was no way he could leave. The two most powerful wizards in the magical world were both here. It would be too conspicuous for him, Gaius's twin brother, to stay.

"Take care of yourself."

The missing body nodded, leaving a final defensive magic array on the ground, and then phantom moved away from the place of right and wrong.

Aaron sighed slightly, inexplicably feeling that his actions tonight seemed a bit hasty, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Um...Aaron, can you let us go now?" Neville asked sheepishly.

"The curse will stop." Aaron waved his wand and untied the ropes around them.

Harry threw away the rope, immediately picked up his wand, and rushed to help.

Because his godfather Sirius Black was fighting Malfoy and McNeil, one against two was not an ordinary danger.

"Stand right there." Aaron stopped him. "You won't be of much help if you go up there. Just stay within the defensive formation and don't go over and cause trouble."

"Can you..."

Harry lowered his head guiltily mid-sentence, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He has already caused a lot of trouble for Aaron tonight, and it seems that he is in a very bad state. It is probably too difficult to ask him to help again.

"Is it really safe to stay here?" Luna asked with some worry, "These Death Eaters are all madmen. You and Abe are exhausted now. What if they come over desperately and kill you?"

Aaron thought for a moment and took out the Nijia mask.

"Put it on."

Luna was stunned for a moment, then curiously took the mask and put it on her face.

This mask was attached to her face. While Luna felt her physical fitness greatly improved, she also seemed to understand how to use it, "Calling the darkness deep within."

The black shadow ninjas slowly emerged from the shadows and saluted Luna respectfully, but the number was smaller, only about twenty.

"Oh my god!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise, "Whoever puts it on has the ability to control these ninjas!"

"Hurry up and get them to help." Harry said hurriedly.

"No, our situation is truly safe if they stay here." Aaron said patiently, "This is why I don't give you the mask."

Harry was speechless, pacing back and forth anxiously.

After a minute or two, a large hole was made in the ceiling by the collision of magic. Dumbledore and Voldemort seemed unwilling to squeeze into this small space, and flew to the main hall of the upper floor of the Ministry of Magic.

The battle between Death Eaters and members of the Order of the Phoenix was more intense, but there were no obvious casualties on either side.

Harry looked at Sirius who was getting closer and closer to the curtain from the ground to the high platform. He felt inexplicably irritated, as if something would happen that he would regret for the rest of his life.

"You stay here."

After saying these words, Harry rushed out of the defensive magic circle, and Ron and Ginny couldn't stop him even if they wanted to.

"Forget it, it's really inhumane to let him watch helplessly." Aaron sighed slightly.

"But he won't be able to help much if he goes up there!" Neville said depressedly, "Although I don't want to admit it, we are not a match for the Death Eaters yet."

"Don't worry, he won't die, he is even safer than us.

Don't forget that prophecy, even if Harry dies, he can only die at the hands of Voldemort. "

"But...is this reliable?" Ginny asked doubtfully.

"In a sense, it is still very reliable." Aaron was also a little unconfident. After all, the object of this prophecy was not an ordinary one.

"By the way, speaking of prophecies... someone is going to die at the hands of a Death Eater tonight.

Hermione, I teleported away, Harry is the person of prophecy, and you are in a defensive magic circle with me, protected by more than twenty shadow ninjas, so logically nothing will happen.

But if it's not me, Hermione, Harry, or you, then it can only be..."

"Order of the Phoenix." Neville was so frightened that his voice could not help but raise three points, "Will someone be sacrificed?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it's like this, but I don't know who is so miserable." Aaron said, and the others fell silent.

"What should we do?" Ron said.

"What else?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him disdainfully, "Believe me, the best thing to do right now is not to distract them."

"Don't go." Ginny shook her head at him, "You are not protected by the prophecy."

Ron:......

Outside the defensive magic circle, there were collisions, shouts, screams and laughter, while inside the defensive magic circle was silent.

Ron, Luna, Ginny, and Neville all felt heavy-hearted, but Aaron didn't care that much. Since he joined the Order of the Phoenix, he must be ready to sacrifice.

"System, open the personal panel."

"Okay."

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magic power: main body: 7888, intermediate magician; thought body 7888, intermediate magician; total 15776 (initial grand magician, rare in the magic world)]

[Talent: once in a lifetime (magic power increases by 4 points per day, main body increases by 2 points, thought body increases by 2 points)]

[Items: Moon Drop (1/3 can remove any negative spell), resurrection potion (can resurrect any creature that dies within an hour), magic carpet, Captain Jack's compass...]

[Magic points: 0]

"The numbers are quite auspicious, but I have awakened the power of the dragon, why is this panel still so plain?" Aaron asked in confusion.

When he awakened the power of the dragon just now, he clearly felt the rapid surge of magic power, but now it seems that it is all false.

"How dare the host say that?" The system said speechlessly, "Awakening by devouring other people's magic power is different from awakening by oneself.

When the host can control it freely, perhaps the attribute panel will change."

"Stingy." Aaron curled his lips and then opened the task panel.

[Be a conscientious and responsible class leader (from now to the end of this semester);

Complete the task to reward 1200 magic points, no penalty for failure; accepted]

[Change the prophecy and change the fate of the dying;

Complete the task to reward 1000 magic points, no penalty for failure; Do you accept? 】

"Fuck!" Aaron's face twitched slightly, "Are you trying to make trouble?"

"The host can refuse it. It's only one thousand magic points, which is the price of a horse spell."

"Don't tempt me there." Aaron cursed angrily, "I can get one thousand two hundred magic points at the end of this semester. Do I need this thousand?"

"I need it." The system said very bluntly, "It's not that this system doesn't give the host face, but the main thing is that your current number of magic points is actually zero!

If it can be a little more, even if it's a single digit, it won't be so embarrassing."

Aaron:......

Don't I want to save face?

"Huh!" Aaron took a deep breath, "It's not that I don't want to save, but I don't have much strength now, and I have to maintain the defensive magic circle."

"That's the host's business, and it has nothing to do with this system.

But a friendly reminder, the time limit for this task is relatively tight, it may be within a few minutes, please grasp it well."

"You are so cruel! Accept it." Aaron gritted his teeth and said, isn't it just saving a life? It's enough to cast a spell outside the field to block the fatal blow!

Besides, there is no penalty for failure, so there is no need to worry about it.

Thinking of this, Aaron began to focus on the battle between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters.

He was not worried about Professor Snape. How bad could a genius wizard who was confident that he could teach Defense Against the Dark Arts be?

Moreover, he was a former Death Eater and a suspected double agent. Even if he could beat the Death Eaters, he would not dare to kill them!

This was indeed the case. The battle between Professor Snape and Luke Wood was well-behaved. Both sides were very measured in their actions, just like a play.

Kingsley and Mulciber fought together. The two fought back and forth, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner.

Bella and Tonks turned into two balls of light, one black and one white, and kept colliding in the room. Amid the laughter, the black seemed to have the upper hand.

The battle between Moody and Antonin was much more intense. Both of them wanted to kill each other immediately.

Antonin's spell hit Moody's face, and a magic eye rolled to the ground, and his face began to bleed.

Fortunately, Lupin, who had dealt with his opponent, arrived in time, and the two of them worked together to turn the situation around.

The most dangerous one was Sirius, who was in a one-on-two situation. At this time, Harry also rushed to the front of the curtain.

He needed Sirius's protection at first, but soon got into the state and repelled McNeill.

"Disarm you."

Harry hit Lucius with the Disarming Curse, but only knocked off the scepter in his left hand, and the wand was still in his right hand.

"Well done, James."

Sirius seemed to think that Harry was his father, James Potter. He shook his right hand gently and knocked down Lucius's wand, and then a red spell knocked him off the platform.

At this time, a green light shot towards his chest. It was the Killing Curse released by Bella who was standing high. As for Tonks, she was hit by the Petrification Curse and lay motionless on the ground.

Bang!

A red light suddenly shot out from one side, hitting the Killing Curse and deviating its direction.

"Thank you." Sirius expressed his gratitude to Aaron with lingering fear. If he hadn't taken action in time, his life would have been handed down here.

"Done." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, as if he saw a thousand magic points falling into his pocket, but the next moment the four-digit reward seemed to have wings.

Bella attacked harder and had no intention of defending at all.

Regardless of the huge consumption of her magic power, she hit Sirius one after another with life-killing curses, as if she would never give up until her cousin's life was taken.

In this magical duel where a slight negligence would lead to death, Sirius could only barely parry, and Harry was completely unable to intervene.

Bella suddenly apparated and teleported behind Sirius.

"Avada eats a big melon."

"Stop, my thousand." Aaron stood up immediately, teleported to Sirius the moment the green light hit him, and then slapped him on the abdomen.

He made a pulling motion, as if he had taken out something, but no one could see it.

Sirius fell towards the curtain. His speed was very slow, but he could not avoid the death attraction of the curtain.

Bellatrix screamed triumphantly, gave them a defiant smile and fled towards a door.

Before Harry could recover from the loss of his dearest relative, he saw Aaron rushing toward the curtain and grabbing one of Sirius' arms before his body completely entered the curtain.

The curtain seemed to sense the provocation of the living and wanted to pull Aaron into it.

However, the immortal power he possessed was involuntarily mobilized, and he frantically rejected the world of the dead behind the curtain.

"Let go, you're breaking the rules."

A hoarse, somewhat leaky voice rang in my ears, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Aaron saw various magic spells stagnating in mid-air, Harry's pupils widened in panic, and Lupine also made a running movement...

A grim reaper holding a scythe and wearing a hood appeared on the other side of the curtain. He was having a tug-of-war with himself, competing for Sirius' body.

"Brother, give me some face." Aaron greeted him familiarly, pretending to be casual and showing the family mark on his arm.

He was also worried in his heart. If this mark was useless, he would give up on Sirius immediately. There was no need to offend a god for a thousand magic points!

The God of Death was obviously stunned for a moment, "Gaius respects the rules the most, and the dead should go to the world of the dead.

Besides, your mark is gray, so I don’t need to give you face. "

"I know, but I'm not violating the rules." Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, but he still argued with reason, "This person is not dead yet, you have no reason to harvest his life, and the God of Death has to be reasonable. !”

"He is dead."

"Only the body is dead, but I took away his soul the moment before he died," Aaron said, and then took out a dove egg-sized glass ball from the magic circle, in which Sirius's soul was sleeping.

The God of Death looked at Aaron in surprise, and then said dissatisfiedly: "But he entered the curtain. This is the path to death."

"It's not completely in, is it?" Aaron glanced at the arm he was holding, indicating something.

Death was silent for a moment, "Who is he to you?"

"I'm not familiar with him, I'm just trying it for profit."

"Interesting." Death chuckled, and then pushed Sirius out.

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