Moon Drop for a Deal? You Need to Find a Way to Save Yourself

"However, before I let you leave, I have one small question," Voldemort said seriously, his Wand pointing directly at Aaron. "I won't actively seek to be your enemy, but will you actively seek trouble with me?"

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

"Don't speak too definitively," Voldemort said with a meaningful smile. "After all, Mr. Gaius is a friend of my enemy, and I may very well help him in the future."

"You can rest assured about that. If the young master takes the initiative to intervene in the disputes of the Magic World, it is his personal matter and has nothing to do with the Gaius family."

"If he dies in this conflict, it's simply because he was outmatched, Gaius family won't hold you responsible."

Aaron blinked blankly, and it took him a while to come to his senses. "I'm starting to doubt again whether I'm their biological child."

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

What I just said is also part of the family's ancestral precepts, precisely to prevent certain heirs from acting impulsively and using their status to drag the family into unnecessary trouble.

Aaron:...

That sounds a bit odd, like it's a veiled criticism.

"Then there's no problem, you two go ahead!" Voldemort said generously.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then looked at the others tied to the pillar, "Could you untie them too?"

"Aaron, don't you think you're being a bit greedy?" Voldemort sneered. "I'm letting you go partly because it would be a waste to kill you, and partly because you won't become my enemies."

But they are clearly my enemies. Although I don't care about these few ants, they still make me feel uncomfortable.

Aaron turned to look at Jeans, hoping he would help him out.

Jeans pretended to rub the fist mark on his face, completely ignoring it.

He was only responsible for saving his own young master; what happened to the others was none of his concern.

Seeing this, Cedric and the others couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.

Unexpectedly, even 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 them.

"But if you're willing to agree..."

"I will not serve you, not even if you tell me."

"I can see you won't give in," Voldemort said calmly. "What I mean is, you can become my student. If you agree to be my student, I will release them immediately."

I will teach you all the Dark Magic I know without reservation, something Hogwarts can't do, and neither can Dumbledore.

"Hehe!"

Aaron curled his lip in disdain, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

That's right, it's disdain.

Is he lacking a teacher? Let's look into the more than ten ancestors.

Besides those old fogies, his house also has a huge library, which contains all kinds of knowledge.

"Looks like they're not interested. Well then, let's watch them die!"

"Wait a minute," Aaron said hastily, then hesitated for a moment before looking at Voldemort. "Perhaps we can make a deal, a deal you can't refuse."

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

Aaron let out a long breath and took a small bottle of purple solution out of the Magic Array.

"This is..." Jeans' pupils contracted slightly.

"I obtained this by accident during my travels." Aaron said in a serious but nonsensical way. The Moon Drop was a reward from the system, but it was possible that such a magical potion had appeared in the Magic World before.

Do you know him?

"I know a little about it." Jeans nodded solemnly. "It's a magical potion extracted from the essence of moonlight. The preparation process is extremely complicated, the yield is very low, and it can also affect the surrounding environment and even the will of living beings to a certain extent."

"And the results?" Voldemort asked unhurriedly.

"Remove all the negative effects of magic." Aaron smiled meaningfully. "This Moon Drop can restore your normal appearance and even eliminate some defects in your Soul Stone."

"What?"

Voldemort immediately lost his composure, his gaze towards the Moon Drop filled with greed and fanaticism.

He had traveled a long way on the road to immortality, but the road was not smooth; those bumpy, uneven places were called the Soul Stone.

If the flaws in his Soul Stone or the Horcrux could be removed, he could be perfectly Horcrux even if he were killed again, instead of lingering on for over a decade like before.

"Is what he said true?" Voldemort asked Jeans, trusting the character of a High-level Archmage.

"When the moon is full, even the Moon Drop can break the seal set by Merlin."

However, as far as I know, the family treasury should be empty, and even the entire Magic World probably only has... Sorry, I've gone a bit too far.

"What a disappointment," Aaron said unhappily.

Voldemort also looked regretful, but it wasn't a complete loss; at least he learned that such Potions still existed in the Magic World.

If we can find it, it means we'll have another chance to be fully resurrected, but right now it's more important to get it into Aaron's hands.

"What kind of deal are you offering? Are you trading this small vial of Potions for their lives?"

"What are you dreaming about?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "Their lives aren't that valuable. This Potions is, in a sense, a precious item on the same level as the Philosopher's Stone."

The Philosopher's Stone cannot break a powerful curse, but it can.

"If it weren't for my sister not wanting anyone to die in the Triwizard Tournament, I wouldn't have brought this treasure out."

"Young Master, there's no need to take it seriously," Jeans chuckled. "The competition is over now, and we all saw that you two touched the trophy together."

"Go tell Adrian what she said, and see if she admits it or not."

"This... I doubt it will happen, but you won't be at a disadvantage, young master!"

"You wouldn't understand, it's too early for me." Aaron curled his lip, then looked at Voldemort again. "The condition for the deal is that the three of them be released first."

"Then what?"

"Then..." Aaron turned to look at Harry Potter, then revealed a harmless smile, "I'll bet you can kill the Magic World's the Chosen One within five minutes."

"If it's possible, this Potions is yours; if not, it just proves you're not meant to be."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort was stunned. Was this any different from giving it away for free?

Harry was completely bewildered. Was this any different from sending someone to their death?

"Five minutes? You're underestimating me," Voldemort said casually. "Ten seconds will suffice."

"Five minutes is five minutes." Aaron tossed the medicine bottle in his hand. "But first, let me say a few words to him."

"Please go ahead."

Aaron went to Harry, waved his Wand to free him from his restraints, and took 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 Voldemort," Aaron said in a low voice. "Five minutes. If I'm not mistaken, he'll torture you for forty-five seconds and kill you in the last ten."

"Then why..."

"So you have to seize the opportunity." Aaron looked at him very seriously. "You are different from the others. You are definitely number one on Voldemort's kill list. There is no doubt about that. You can't have any wishful thinking."

"There's nothing I can do to help you in this fight, but here's something that Sickle help you save yourself."

Harry's pupils contracted slightly as if he had just realized something. "You mean..."

"Don't say it out loud," Aaron immediately interrupted him. "Voldemort will definitely try every means to torture you; the simplest way would be the Cruciatus Curse."

You must withstand both physical and emotional harm, find it, approach it, and then confront it; this is your only chance to survive.

Harry nodded blankly. "Forty and fifty seconds, right?"

"In reality, this time will only be less, not more."

Harry said bitterly, "You should say ten minutes."

"Forget it! Anyone would be suspicious after ten minutes, 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. "The next step is a life-or-death struggle. If I die... bring my body to Sirius Black."

"You won't die, I have a way to save you." Aaron hesitated for a moment, then said seriously, "But you mustn't let me die, otherwise you'll have to work for me for the rest of your life to pay off my debts."

Aaron said that the talisman was not Dog Talisman; the power of the immortality talisman had been completely absorbed by him and could only be used by him alone.

However, he still has a Resurrection Potion that can revive those who die within an hour.

In the past, he would naturally have been reluctant to give it to others, but after gaining immortality, the value of this potion was no longer so high for him. Saving Harry's life and causing trouble for Voldemort was also a good decision.

Harry also thought of the other priceless Potions Aaron had, and was immediately moved to tears.

"Thanks!"

"I'm warning you, don't wipe your snot on my clothes."

Harry:...

"Are you done talking?" Voldemort asked impatiently.

"That's all." Aaron stepped aside and gave Harry a push.

"Um... where's my Wand?" Harry asked timidly.

"Oh!" Voldemort drawled, mockingly saying, "Warlock's duel can't be without Wand."

Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr. licked his lips and tossed a black magic Wand in front of him.

"Wand?" Aaron seemed to have thought of something and immediately shouted to Harry, "If there's really no other way but to use a wand, I trust you to use Wand."

Harry just forced a smile, taking it as encouragement.

Voldemort and his Death Eater were baffled and didn't take his words to heart at all.

"What do you mean by that? Does that mean the Wand can help him survive five hours?" Phoebe asked curiously. With her keen intuition, she felt that Aaron's words must have some deeper meaning.

"Maybe! But it depends on luck," Aaron said uncertainly. "Hopefully, he won't be affected by this curse!"