Nothing Can Stop a Death Wish; Women Only Slow Down the Path to Godhood

"I don't know." Harry shook his head in Despair. "I don't know how to get through this."

"We can fly there," Luna said calmly.

"Flying Broomstick? Unfortunately, you only have the Three Broomsticks."

"And your blanket," Ron suddenly said. "I remember you have a flying blanket; don't hide it now."

"Well, how should I put it?"

I put it somewhere and can't get it out for a while.

"I'm not talking about flying devices. There are plenty of Fantastic Beasts in the Forbidden Forest that can fly. Thestral are a good choice."

Hagrid said they knew the way to the Ministry of Magic and were very fast.

Harry's eyes lit up; he had never imagined there was such a method.

"Thank you for your suggestion, Luna."

"I've caused you enough trouble already, and this time it's all on my own..."

"It's time for the Dumbledore's Army to show its true colors," Neville said. "This is the first time we've done something meaningful; is it just empty talk?"

"Maybe you don't need to go it alone, buddy," Ron said.

Harry looked at the group and felt touched. "Okay, it's alright."

"This is really interesting." Aaron clapped his hands, speechless. "These days, does everyone do stupid things in groups?"

"You don't have to come, but there's no need to curse us like that!" Hermione said irritably.

"That's the truth, you're too weak, you're no match for Voldemort at all."

Besides, Sirius Black might already be dead; you don't need to risk your lives like this."

"Ah!" Harry suddenly covered the scar on his forehead, and after a few seconds of silence, he said seriously, "Voldemort is not there, and I'm sure Sirius Black is still alive, but he's been tortured terribly."

Aaron:...

The slap in the face comes so suddenly and unexpectedly.

"We need to act quickly, or it will be too late," Harry said worriedly. "Go find the Thestral, and once you find them, launch the Red Flame."

"That won't do." Aaron waved his hand, and a small yellow Magic Array appeared beneath their feet, from which several chains flew out and toward the six people.

"Protego!"

Harry swung his Wand violently, and an invisible barrier repelled the chains, causing the Magic Array to disappear.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked with a stern face.

"I'm stopping you from courting death," Aaron said calmly, then raised his right hand and pointed it at them, enveloping them in an even larger Magic Array. "You're good at the Iron Armor Charm, but that's just 'good.' At your current level, you can't withstand advanced Elemental Magic."

"This must be a joke!" Neville swallowed hard, and everyone except Harry stared at Aaron in astonishment.

They were all members of DA and knew that Aaron was very powerful, but they never expected it to be this exaggerated.

"We might be able to break through if we use the Shield Charm together."

Harry's expression was extremely serious. He had seen Harry fight a group of Death Eater head-on, and with him blocking their way, it was almost impossible for them to go and save Sirius Black.

After all, he was her only relative, so even if it was impossible, she had to give it a shot.

"Stop it, all of you!" Hermione shouted, boldly standing in front of them.

Aaron rolled his eyes and reluctantly removed the Magic Array. Harry and the others also put down their Wand.

"I knew you would step forward; it's always the same."

You're the smartest among them; you should understand my intentions!

Hermione nodded. "You were worried it was a trap, and you informed Professor Snape that we didn't need to take the risk."

"Then you shouldn't have stopped me. Putting aside whether it's true or not, even if it is, a group of students who haven't graduated can't help much."

"But if you don't let him go, and something really happens to Sirius Black, he'll regret it for the rest of his life," Hermione said earnestly.

"It's better than death."

"He'd rather be dead!" Harry cursed angrily. "Do you know what I just saw? Sirius Black looked like he was on his last legs, and he told me not to save him."

Aaron paused for a moment, then said coldly, "Then we should listen to your dying words."

Harry:...

"When did you become so cold-blooded?"

"No one is more loving than me."

Besides, this is called rationality; I don't think I did anything wrong.

"Don't be so self-righteous!" Ginny said. "If you were Harry, what would you do if you knew your loved ones were in danger?"

Aaron remained silent. He was perhaps even more agitated than Harry, who at least wouldn't act so irrationally.

Rescuing people also requires planning. What's the difference between going to the Ministry of Magic without any preparation and just throwing your life away?

"Can't say it now, huh? Then you have no reason to stop us."

"You said yourself that Professor Snape would inform the Order of the Phoenix. If you believe him, it means the Order of the Phoenix will also go to the Department of Mysteries," Hermione said, forcing a conclusion. "We're not in that much danger."

Aaron remained silent for a moment, then rolled his eyes at them speechlessly.

It's hard to reason with a damn fool, but since he'd already said all that, he couldn't stop them any longer.

"Fine, even if you've barely convinced me."

Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "So, are you coming?"

"What are you dreaming about?" Aaron curled his lip in disdain. "I have no interest in going there to my death, and the rules of the Gaius family don't allow me to get involved."

Harry didn't insist; perhaps the fewer people who went, the better, since the place he was going to was indeed very dangerous.

"Proceed according to the original plan. Me, Neville, and Luna can watch over them. It would be best to have three groups."

"Etc."

"Are you ever going to stop?" Ron asked impatiently.

"I didn't say I was going to stop you, but... Hermione, come with me for a second."

"You guys go ahead and look!" Hermione gave Harry and the others a reassuring look, then followed Aaron behind a large tree.

"Is it important that you're seeing me alone?" Hermione asked nervously.

Although it was dark, Aaron could still clearly see Hermione's face turn red rapidly.

He sighed softly, as if he had made a particularly difficult decision, then activated the Costume Change Spell and took Shore Flower out of the red Magic Array. "Take it."

Hermione stared blankly at the exquisite flintlock pistol in her hand, momentarily speechless.

"For me?"

"To correct you, it means I'm lending it to you."

"I've given you permission to use it temporarily," Aaron said seriously. "But you must promise not to use it unless it's an emergency."

"Isn't it unnecessary to take this so seriously?" Hermione frowned.

"No, you don't understand what this means." Aaron smiled bitterly. He didn't know if giving his weapon to someone else counted as exploiting a loophole in the family rules, but he was certain that as long as he didn't use it, he wouldn't be violating the ancestral precepts.

"I agree."

Aaron nodded, then solemnly took out three spherical bullets. "The red one is made of Phoenix Feather, the silver one is made of Unicorn tail feathers, and the gold one is made of Thunderbird feathers."

The red and silver bullets have been enchanted three times and can deal with ordinary Archmage. As for the gold bullets... use them when you're really fighting for your life.

Remember, after you finish fighting, don't hesitate. Run away as soon as you can, and you might be able to leave safely. At worst, you can hold out until reinforcements arrive.

After all, that's the Ministry of Magic; any commotion would definitely attract the attention of the staff on duty.

Hermione blinked, thinking that Aaron was exaggerating a bit.

"Then would you like me to have a few more bullets?"

"You think this is a roadside stone?" Aaron said speechlessly. "I won't go into the materials and difficulty of making it, but with your current level of magic power, you can only use it three times at most."

If you use this gun a fourth time, it will drain you dry, and after that, no matter the outcome, you're doomed. So, three bullets are the limit.

"I understand." Hermione nodded seriously.

"And you can have this too!" Aaron carefully took out a small bottle of purple solution. "This is the last amount. Although it's a little less, it's still absolutely priceless."

"How beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed, looking at the bottle. "I've never seen such a beautiful Potions before! What kind of Potions is this?"

"Potions can buy your life," Aaron said with a hint of sadness. "If you're unlucky enough to run into Voldemort and get caught by him, then take out this potion."

Just say it's from me, and use that to negotiate with him. You should be able to save your life.

"What?"

Hermione was utterly shocked; her hand holding the Potions trembled involuntarily, feeling its extraordinary weight.

"What exactly is this?"

"You don't need to know this. You just need to know that it can save your life in a critical moment."

"What about the others?"

"I couldn't care less about all that. I tried to stop them, but you saw the result."

Knowing full well there are tigers in the mountains, yet still daring to venture there, I can't dissuade him from courting death.

"But don't worry too much. That's just the worst-case scenario. Maybe the Phoenix Society will have already resolved the situation by the time you arrive!"

Hermione opened her mouth as if to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

She looked at Aaron across from her, her heart pounding uncontrollably, her eyes glistening with tears. "You..."

A burst of red fireworks exploded in the sky not far away.

"It seems the Thestral have been found. Good luck to you."

Hermione watched angrily as the fireworks faded into the night; she had never found red so offensive.

"Aaron."

"What's wrong?"

Before he could react, his mouth was gagged.

A few seconds later, Hermione quickly turned around and ran towards Fang Bi, who had shot out the fireworks, with a relaxed and smug smile on her face.

Aaron didn't notice the change in her expression. He looked at the figure disappearing into the shade of the tree and hurriedly shook his head.

Was he ambushed? But his physical abilities have already reached the human ceiling, so he shouldn't be able to react like this.

"What's going on here?"

Aaron patted his forehead. Surely it wasn't because he didn't want to dodge?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, there is no way that could happen.

She was only sixteen years old. Even though she was pretty and met his aesthetic standards, he didn't really have any thoughts about dating at the moment.

Women will only slow down his path to godhood. Besides, the Magic World is currently rife with undercurrents. It would be more reassuring to draw more Magic Array than to worry about such things.

Aaron took a deep breath and decided to stop thinking about it.

Now that the exams are over, I'll go back to the Divine Thunder Hall to rest for a while and think about what aspects I need to improve, since a holiday means tutoring classes are starting.

Putting everything else aside, Ancestor Weihert will definitely check his progress in Elemental Magic arrays. If he doesn't want to get utterly crushed, he'll have to put in more effort.

But why do I feel like I've forgotten something?

On the other side, Hermione walked briskly to the meeting point.

Luna and Ginny were standing here, some leaves on the ground were weighed down by heavy objects, Luna gently placed her hand in mid-air, making a stroking motion.

"You seem quite pleased with yourself," Luna whispered.

"Ah!" Hermione paused, her face flushing slightly, but she quickly composed herself. "I'm happy to have found the Thestral, aren't you happy?"

"I'm happy, but you seem a little different from us." Ginny looked at her suspiciously. "This shouldn't be happiness, it should be excitement."

"Perhaps. I did something I'd wanted to do for a long time but never dared to."

"What do you mean?" Luna asked curiously.

"You don't need to worry about it."

"You were just called by Aaron, oh no..." Ginny looked at her with a half-smile, "You didn't confess to him, did you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't!" Hermione rolled her eyes at her.

"I believe that." Luna nodded seriously. "From what I know of him, he always seems very eager and wouldn't actively consider something like dating."

Hermione and Ginny exchanged bewildered glances, and had to admit that Luna's analysis was spot on.

"Have you found any Thestral?" Hermione quickly changed the subject.

"There are only two here." Luna patted the neck of the Thestral, which only she could see. "They must be brothers."

"That's probably not enough; we need at least three horses."

"You've left Harry and the others behind," Ginny reminded Yu. "There are six of us, so we need six horses."

"What I mean is two people riding one Thestral."

"Perhaps they can find more Thestral," Luna said. "Hagrid has quite a few, over a hundred."

"That's absolutely right." Ron excitedly came over, followed by Harry and Neville, though their expressions were somewhat uneasy.

"One, three, four..." Luna looked at the Thestral following behind them in surprise and started counting seriously. She stopped after more than ten seconds. "Thirteen Thestral. You have found thirteen."

"Is there that much?" Ron looked at Neville. "Is this what you mean when you say it's enough?"

"Thirteen horses are definitely enough, aren't they? One person can ride two horses without any problem."

"Uh... that's true!" Ron scratched his head and asked in a low voice, "How many did the three of them search?"

"It seems there are two."

"Never mind that for now." Harry rubbed his burning scar. "We have limited time, every second is precious. Let's each pick a horse and ride one!"