Clones Have Rights Too

Moonlight streamed through the window and fell onto the hospital bed. Aaron sat up, feeling somewhat tormented.

While bandages can protect and immobilize injured areas, they can also affect a person's movement.

Abei thoughtfully placed a pillow behind Aaron's back, then obediently lay down on his lap and took out a few candies from her pocket for him.

"I'll definitely get you a bigger suitcase when we get back this time," Aaron said with relief. "But right now, the important thing is to get things done. The security operation is up to you."

Abei immediately straightened his back, his clear dragon eyes looking towards the door, and confidently patted his chest, promising to signal his master as soon as anyone came.

Aaron eagerly opened his mission panel, his face beaming with barely suppressed joy.

Logically speaking, such a secret encounter should be done in the dormitory, but he really couldn't resist, especially after a particularly exciting battle.

[Found the legendary Secret Chamber; Reward: 800 Magic Points]

[Defeat the monster in the Secret Chamber; reward: 1000 Magic Points]

Destroy Voldemort's Soul Container; Reward: 1200 Magic Points

With three thousand Magic Points in hand, Aaron immediately felt that all the hard work of the past academic year had been worthwhile. He then opened his personal panel.

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magical Energy: 5000 (Beginner Archmage, you are now a qualified Warlock)]

[Talent: Once in a Century (Upgradeable, increases Magical Energy by 2 points daily)]

[Items: Moon Drop (can remove any negative spells), Resurrection Potion (can resurrect any creature that died within one hour)]

[Magic Points: 4744]

Upon reading the evaluation of Magical Energy, Aaron curled his lip. What does "qualified" even mean?

Archmage are undoubtedly the backbone of the Magic World, and many people get stuck at this bottleneck for their entire lives.

Although he has only barely reached the initial level and is among the weakest of the Archmage, his strength will eventually improve given enough time.

Reading the numbers after the Magic Points, Aaron was filled with excitement. This was all the wealth he had worked hard for!

Although we know this number will soon decrease, it still looks quite pleasing to the eye for now.

Aaron took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together excitedly.

Without hesitation, he opened the system shop and placed an order for Thought Form worth two thousand Magic Points.

The next moment, a wealth of magical knowledge flooded Aaron's mind, and the Thought Form Clone Magic came out as easily as if he had used it countless times.

"Let's give it a try!" Aaron thought to himself as he tested the magic.

He stared straight ahead, clearly feeling the Magical Energy within his body rapidly draining away, and his strength plummeting, but he himself did not feel any weakness.

This power left his body, but he could use and retrieve it at any time.

At the same time, a blurry figure gradually solidified in front of the sickbed. It looked exactly like Aaron, but its clothes were ordinary Warlock robes, not wrapped in bandages like the real Aaron.

Abei flew up in surprise, carefully examining the two Aaron, as if trying to find something amiss.

"Don't forget to be on guard." Aaron rolled his eyes, speechless.

Abei shrugged and continued staring at the door, but his occasional glance back made both Aaron both laugh and cry.

"This is the first time I've seen myself this way, and it feels incredibly strange."

He's quite handsome; I'd say he's at least a perfect 10 in looks for his age group.

"I have a different opinion," the Thought Form said with a strange expression. "So this is how pathetic I am."

Furthermore, meeting me for the first time in a place like this is somewhat disrespectful.

Upon hearing this, Aaron scratched his head sheepishly. His current appearance was indeed a stark contrast to the elegant and charming Thought Form.

Moreover, right next to them were five figures that had been stoned, including humans, animals, and Ghost.

Although they have lost all five senses and are unable to move, they are still alive.

This meeting place seems even stranger than a hospital morgue.

"This fully demonstrates how much I value you."

Forget it!

No one knows you better than yourself; I don't know what you're thinking.

Aaron pursed his lips, trying his best to sit up straight. "I think I've figured out the principle behind this magic, but this is the first time I've used it."

You possess independent consciousness, and you also have your own memories and emotions...

"And will completely obey the commands of the original body." The Thought Form interjected meaningfully, "We have completely identical personalities, so you don't need to worry about anything."

Although I have absolute autonomy before returning to my original form, it doesn't mean our connection is severed. You can know what I'm thinking with just a thought.

"I know, I mean, what kind of help do you need?"

After all, you've only just been born; aside from my knowledge, memories, and half of my power, you're truly penniless.

"Hahaha..." The Thought Form couldn't help but cover its face and laugh, but when it remembered that this was the School Hospital, it quickly composed itself. "I didn't expect my original body to be so humorous. Aaron Gaius can access all of Aaron Gaius's resources. If needed, I can handle it easily."

"But since you brought it up, could you get me two Wand?"

Aaron's lips twitched involuntarily. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his white Wand. "This will do."

You know my uncle's temper. It was already an exception that I let him give me two Wand. If I asked for two Wand, he would definitely kick me out of the Wand Shop.

Besides, you know how to Wandless Casting, so don't be so picky.

"Sure, but could you please change the Wand to the black one?"

"That won't do." Aaron refused without even thinking. "Many people at Hogwarts know what my Wand looks like. Changing the style suddenly would affect my image."

Besides, I don't need you to show your face in public; you can just develop slowly in the shadows.

For example, practice magic in the dormitory or read books in the library, striving to master the inscription of ultimate Magic Array as soon as possible.

"If we can achieve instantaneous casting, and increase our Magic Power by one or two levels, we might be able to go toe-to-toe with the Grand Archmage. At that point, Jeans won't be able to control me."

Thought Form Ti shook her head and sighed, "Although your life is absolutely mine, I still want to say this: a person has human rights too, and is not your cheating machine."

"But that's the point of this magic, otherwise why would I learn it?" Aaron retorted. "Besides, I won't slack off just because you exist."

Learning can never stop; you're just working a little harder than me.

"Is it just a little tiring?" The Thought Form stared directly at its original form. "You're planning to use me like a donkey on a production team, aren't you?"

"Ahem... Don't be so blunt!"

"You should apologize, okay?"

Aaron smiled awkwardly, feeling quite embarrassed by his own words.

If it were an emotionless body, he could easily order it around, but the Thought Form is too advanced; it can not only exist for a long time but also possesses its own emotions and memories.

If he were to treat his Thought Form like an animal, it would be no different from treating himself as a slave. He didn't want to feel resentment towards himself when he took back his Thought Form; that would be too outrageous.

"I won't take you back until there's a critical moment," Aaron said, looking at the Thought Form. "Here's what we'll do: do whatever you want, but just be careful not to appear in the same place as me at the same time."

"Don't worry, I have a plan. I know what I should and shouldn't do."

"I'll let you know immediately if there's an emergency." The Thought Form smiled and pointed to its head. "Use this."

"That's good."

Just then, Abei suddenly issued a warning: someone is coming.

"I'll excuse myself for a bit, see you tomorrow." The Thought Form waved to Aaron, then cast an Disillusionment Charm on itself.

The moment the Thought Form disappeared, two more figures appeared outside the door.

Aaron quickly composed himself, but when he saw Dobby behind Harry, his expression began to falter.

"Aren't you two... a little inappropriate walking together so openly?"

"Don't worry, Dobby is no longer Malfoy's servant," Harry explained immediately. "I secretly gave Dobby my stockings through Lucius Malfoy, and he's free now."

"Really?" Aaron glanced at Dobby with some surprise, and seeing that he was wearing a black sock on his left foot, he no longer doubted the truth of the matter.

"That's truly remarkable, but you've really offended the Malfoy family."

"That doesn't matter," Harry said casually. He and the Malfoy had always disliked each other, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, there was no chance of them ever reconciling.

"So what do you want from me?" Aaron looked at Harry and Dobby meaningfully. "Don't tell me you came here specifically to see me."

It's almost curfew now, so even if the Secret Chamber incident is perfectly resolved, most of the students should be partying in the Common Room.

Also, when visiting the injured, please bring some gifts!

I don't expect you to send me a fruit basket or a flower basket, but at least bring a bunch of grapes like Colin did!

But you two came empty-handed, without bringing anything. Are you looking down on me?

"We absolutely didn't mean that," Harry said urgently. "It's Dobby, he's homeless, and I was wondering if you could take him in?"

Aaron paused, staring at Harry in astonishment.

In his opinion, Dobby was indeed pitiful, but he had also given Harry a hard time during the Summer Holiday holidays.

Although the initial intention was to protect Harry, blocking him at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters and causing him to miss the train was going too far.

"Do you know what? You're practically radiant!"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"It means you're too kind, so kind that I feel ashamed of myself."

If I were you, helping him gain his freedom would be more than enough, but you actually want to arrange his life after his execution.

Dobby hearing this, Dobby sobbed and tugged at Harry's sleeve. "Gaius is right. Dobby is indeed no longer worthy of Harry Potter's help."

"Don't say that, Dobby," Harry said reassuringly, then looked at Aaron and asked, "The Gaius Family should be able to offer Dobby a job, right?"

His requirements aren't high; enough to support himself, enough to eat and wear, is sufficient.