Chapter 412: Moon Drops Deal? You Have to Find a Way to Save Yourself
"But before I let you go, I have one small question," Lord Voldemort said seriously, his wand pointing directly at Aaron. "I won't actively make an enemy of you, but will you actively seek trouble with me?"
"No, I can guarantee that," Gains said.
"Don't speak too soon," Lord Voldemort chuckled meaningfully. "After all, Mr. Gaius is a friend of my enemies, so it's inevitable that he might help them in the future."
"You can rest assured on that point. If the Young Master actively intervenes in the disputes of the magic world, that will be his personal action and has nothing to do with the Gaius family.
If he dies in this dispute, it will only be due to his lack of strength, and the Gaius family will not hold you responsible for anything."
Aaron blinked blankly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. "I'm starting to doubt again if I'm their biological child."
"There's no need to doubt that, the Young Master is absolutely biological.
What this subordinate just said is also an ancestral teaching of the family, intended to prevent certain heirs from acting impulsively and dragging the family into unnecessary incidents by relying on their status."
Aaron:...Why does that sound so strange? It feels like he's criticizing someone else to make a point.
"Then there's no problem, you may leave!" Lord Voldemortsaid generously.
Aaron hesitated for a moment, then looked at the others tied to the pillars. "Can you release them too?"
"Aaron, don't you think you're being a bit greedy?" Lord Voldemort sneered. "I'm letting you go partly because it would be a shame to kill you, and partly because you won't become my enemies.
But they will clearly be my enemies. Although I don't care about these few ants, it would displease me."
Aaron turned to look at Gains, hoping he would help him.
Gains feigned rubbing the punch marks on his face, completely ignoring him.
He was only responsible for saving his Young Master; what happened to the others had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Cedric and the others felt a sense of disappointment when they saw this scene.
They hadn't expected that at this point, they still couldn't escape their fate of death, but they also knew they had no right to blame others for not helping.
"But if you're willing to agree to…"
"I will not serve you; it's useless no matter what you say."
"I can see you won't yield," Lord Voldemort said indifferently. "What I mean is, you can be my student. As long as you agree to be my student, I will release them immediately.
I will teach you all the Dark Arts I know without reservation. Hogwarts cannot do that, and Dumbledorecannot either."
"Heh heh!"
Aaron curled his lip in disdain, a clear flicker of contempt in his eyes.
Yes, it was contempt.
Was he lacking a teacher? Consider his more than twenty ancestors.
Besides those old immortals, his family also had a super-huge library. What knowledge wasn't in there?
"It seems you're not interested. Then watch them die!"
"Wait," Aaron said hastily, struggling for a while before looking at Lord Voldemort. "Perhaps we can make a deal, one you can't refuse."
"Tell me," Lord Voldemort asked, interested.
Aaron exhaled deeply and took a small bottle of purple solution from the magic circle.
"This is…" Gains' pupils contracted slightly.
"I accidentally obtained this during my travels," Aaron said, speaking nonsense with a straight face. The Moon's Drop was a system reward, but it didn't rule out the possibility that such a Potion had appeared in the magic world before.
"Do you recognize it?"
"I've learned a little about it," Gains nodded solemnly. "It's a Potion refined from the essence of moonlight. The preparation process is extremely complicated, the yield is very low, and it can affect the surrounding environment, and even the will of living beings, to a certain extent."
"What are its effects?" Lord Voldemort asked unhurriedly.
"It removes all negative magical effects," Aaron chuckled meaningfully. "This Moon's Drop can restore your normal appearance and even eliminate some defects in your soul."
"What?!"
Lord Voldemort immediately lost his composure, his gaze fixed on the Moon's Drop filled with greed and fanaticism.
He had walked a long way on the path to immortality, but this path was not smooth; the pitted places were called souls.
If he could remove the defects in his soul or Horcrux, then even if he were killed again, he could perfectly resurrect through a Horcrux, instead of barely surviving for more than ten years as before.
"Is he telling the truth?" Lord Voldemort asked Gains, still trusting the character of a high-ranking Archmage.
"Of course, the Moon's Drop can even remove seals set by Merlin.
However, as far as I know, the family's treasury should be out of stock, and even the entire magic world only has… I apologize, I've said a bit too much."
"Spoilsport," Aaron said unhappily.
Lord Voldemort also looked regretful, but it wasn't without gain; at least he knew that such a Potion still existed in the magic world.
As long as he could find it, it meant another chance for a complete resurrection, but for now, getting the one in Aaron's hand was more important.
"What kind of deal do you want to make? Exchange this small bottle of Potion for their lives?"
"What pipe dream are you having?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "Their lives aren't that valuable. This bottle of Potion, in some respects, is as precious as the Philosopher's Stone.
The Philosopher's Stone cannot break powerful curses, but this can.
If it weren't for my sister not wanting anyone to die in the Triwizard Tournament, I wouldn't have brought out this treasure."
"Young Master, you don't really have to take it seriously," Gains chuckled. "The competition is over now, and we all saw that you touched the trophy together."
"Go tell that to Adrian, and see if she believes it."
"This… probably not, but Young Master, you're not at a disadvantage either!"
"You wouldn't understand. It's too early for me," Aaron pouted, then continued to look at Lord Voldemort. "The premise of the deal is to release those three first."
"And then?"
"Then…" Aaron turned to look at Harry Potter, then showed an innocent smile. "We'll bet on whether you can kill the Savior of the magic world within five minutes.
If you can, this bottle of Potion is yours. If you can't, it only proves that you have no fate with it."
Upon hearing this, Lord Voldemort paused. Was there any difference between this and giving it away for free?
Harry was also dumbfounded. Was there any difference between this and being sent to his death?
"Five minutes? Aren't you underestimating me?" Lord Voldemort said casually. "Ten seconds is enough."
"Five minutes is five minutes," Aaron tossed the Potionbottle in his hand. "But before that, let me say a few words to him."
"Go ahead."
Aaron walked up to Harry, waved his wand to release the restraints on him, and brought him down 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 Lord Voldemort," Aaron whispered. "Five minutes. If I'm not mistaken, he'll spend four minutes and fifty seconds torturing you, and the last ten seconds killing you."
"Then you still…"
"So you must seize the opportunity," Aaron looked at him very seriously. "You are different from the others. On Lord Voldemort's kill list, you are definitely number one, there's no doubt about that. You cannot have any Luck mentality(wishful thinking).
I can't help you in this duel, but there's something here that can allow you to save yourself."
Harry thought of something, his pupils contracting slightly. "Are you saying…"
"Don't say it out loud," Aaron immediately interrupted him. "Lord Voldemort will definitely try every means to torture you, the simplest being the Crucio.
You must withstand the double damage to your body and mind, 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!"
"In reality, that time will only be less, not more."
Harry said bitterly, "You should have said ten minutes."
"Forget it! In ten minutes, anyone would become suspicious, and besides, I don't think you can last that long.
When life is worse than death, even suicide is a luxury."
"Understood," Harry said solemnly. "Next is a struggle for survival. If I die… bring my body to Sirius."
"You won't die, I have a way to save you," Aaron hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, warning him, "But you'd better not make me use it, or you'll have to work for me to pay off your debt for the rest of your life."
Aaron was naturally not referring to the Dog Talisman; the divine power of immortality had been completely absorbed by him and could only be used by him alone.
However, he still had a bottle of Resurrection Potion that could revive someone who had died within an hour.
Previously, he would naturally be reluctant to use it on others, but after gaining the divine power of immortality, the value of this Potion was no longer as high for him. Saving Harry's life to annoy Lord Voldemort was also a good decision.
Harry also thought of the other priceless Potion in Aaron's hand, and tears of gratitude immediately welled up in his eyes.
"Thank you!"
"I'm warning you, don't wipe your snot on my clothes."
Harry:... "Are you done talking?" Lord Voldemort asked, somewhat impatiently.
"I'm done," Aaron stepped aside and then gave Harry a push.
"Um… where's my wand?" Harry asked timidly.
"Oh!" Lord Voldemort drawled, mocking, "A Wizard duel can't be without a wand."
Barty Crouch Jr. licked his lips and threw a black wand in front of him.
"Wand?" Aaron seemed to remember something and immediately shouted to Harry, "When it truly comes down to it, trust your wand."
Harry just managed a smile, taking it as encouragement.
Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters also found it inexplicable, completely disregarding his words.
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying his wand can help him last five minutes?" Fleur asked curiously; women are more observant, and she felt there must be some deeper meaning in Aaron's words.
"Perhaps! But it depends on luck," Aaron said with some uncertainty. "I hope he doesn't have to use that spell!"