Twin Brothers, the Phoenix Society Arriving at Just the Right Moment

A terrifying phantom of a colossal dragon appeared behind Aaron, its wingspan alone obscuring most of the execution chamber.

In terms of size alone, Abei is a little brother compared to this dragon.

"Gollum!"

The sound of swallowing saliva rang out one after another, leaving everyone speechless with surprise.

Although the dragon was just a phantom, it made them feel suffocated, and the extreme sense of oppression seemed capable of easily tearing them apart.

"What... kind of power is this?" A hint of fear flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

"Dragon Power, Dragon-Slaying Magic - Deeper Application"

Under normal circumstances, I would have to wait until I reach the intermediate or even High-level Archmage level to awaken this power.

"Thanks to the fire you set in my Mind Space, even though it has no connection to the Reality Stone world, absorbing a sufficient amount of peak Grand Archmage power allowed me to barely sense the awakening of this power."

"How do you possess such power?" Voldemort glared at Aaron with envy, jealousy, and hatred. "This is not fair."

He only broke through to the Grand Archmage when he was accumulating capital for his business in the Magic World. He himself couldn't count how much effort he put in, how much suffering he endured, or how many people he killed during that time.

But compare that to Aaron, whose proud history of struggle is practically a story of bitterness.

Aaron pointed to the phantom of the giant dragon behind him and explained, "The Evil Dragon Smaug, also known as Tyrant Smaug, was the last dragon king-level dragon of the Third Age."

It can speak human language, has extremely high intelligence, its scales are indestructible, and its Dragon Breath can easily destroy a town.

In other words, it doesn't possess any magic; otherwise, it would at least be at the Saint Mage- level.

As for how this power was obtained...

Aaron paused for a few seconds, whetting everyone's appetite, before grinning and revealing a harmless smile, "I killed it, I personally pierced its heart with a Black Arrow forged by the Dwarves."

He bathed in Dragon Blood, then used the Dragon-Slaying Magic Crystal to devour its dragon soul, and then buried the crystal inside his own body.

Compared to that kind of pain, the Cruciatus Curse is like a tickle. You will feel your entire body, flesh, bones, and even every cell being burned by flames. It's not that you're worse than dead, but that you can neither live nor die.

Fortunately, I survived, and then mastered Dragon-Slaying Magic.

Everyone:...

Do you want to say it is such an understatement?

Voldemort seemed to have thought of something, and subtly glanced at Abei, who was flying in mid-air. His cold gaze made the five-year-old Holy Dragon shiver.

"Forget about it," Aaron scoffed. "The key is the Dragon-Slaying Magic Crystal. Without that material, even if you wipe out all the dragons in the Magic World, you still won't be able to master Dragon-Slaying Magic."

Moreover, I am Saint Mage- level Dragon King, and I can only use this magic under special circumstances.

Unless you can find a dragon similar to, or even stronger than, Dragon-Slaying Magic will be practically useless to you.

"You must be very confident now, right?" Voldemort's lips twitched, and he snorted with dissatisfaction. "You've temporarily become Grand Archmage, and Intermediate Grand Archmage at that. With your endless tricks up your sleeve, you might be able to put up a fight with me."

"Good to know," Aaron said bluntly. "This is the capital of trading lives for lives."

"I don't deny it, but how long can you hold out?" Voldemort asked meaningfully. "This power is something you've temporarily borrowed. It's flowing very fast. If I just stall for a little time, you'll become weak or even fall into a coma."

"That reminds me." Aaron realized this and decisively launched an attack.

His half-dragon transformation greatly enhanced his speed, strength, defense, and magic power. He could easily wield various elemental magic and Dragon-Slaying Magic techniques, and their power was even greater than before.

Voldemort seemed determined to avoid direct confrontation, using Apparition to dodge attacks, only raising his wand for Wand defense when he couldn't avoid them.

This makes the scene look extremely bizarre. The mighty Dark Lord seems to be severely suppressed, extremely disheveled but enjoying it, while Aaron has the upper hand, but his face shows impatience and he only wants to finish the battle quickly.

With their respective masters engaged in combat, Abei and the Death Eater naturally resumed their previous battle.

Meanwhile, outside the execution chamber.

The Thought Form received the memories and thoughts of the original body, and a smile involuntarily appeared on its lips.

"Has it awakened? That's quite an unexpected surprise."

"This way, we can make some changes to our previous plan. Relying on a sneak attack to gain the upper hand and then looking for an opportunity to escape is ultimately a poor strategy. I personally prefer peaceful negotiations!" the Thought Form murmured, then pointed its Wand at the door.

The black door was blown off and landed heavily in the center of the battlefield.

The two sides stopped fighting in tacit agreement. Aaron naturally knew who had come, but after glancing at the Death Eater and the bound Ha Harry and the others, he immediately put on the same expression, a mixture of tension, anticipation and solemnity.

They didn't know whether Lai was friend or foe, but the violent breach of the door was a signal that Lai might not be a weakling.

At this point, Voldemort's side still held a certain advantage, but if the external force was strong enough and Aaron Aaron's side, the situation would be hard to predict.

The Thought Form didn't keep everyone waiting long. Confident and proud, it strode in.

"Abei? Death Eater? And the Dark Lord too, looks like the fight's going to be intense!"

"Aaron?" Harry looked at the newcomer in disbelief, then at the half-dragon Aaron below, completely dumbfounded.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm Allen, Aaron is my twin brother." The Thought Form spoke nonsense with a straight face, placing itself in the position of the older brother.

After all, he needs a persona next, a persona of an older brother who is willing to risk his life to protect his younger brother.

Only by being fearless and willing to risk everything can you make these lunatics wary.

The Thought Form looked at Harry's forehead meaningfully. "You must be Harry Potter. Aaron has mentioned you to me more than once, and Sister Adrian has mentioned you once or twice as well."

"Seeing is believing, indeed! Your ability to court death is truly exceptional."

Harry:...

"Uh... thank you for the compliment, could you let us go first?"

"That's probably not the case," the Thought Form said matter-of-factly. "I'm not familiar with you. I don't know if releasing you would benefit me, but there would definitely be downsides."

"No wonder they're brothers." Ron said speechlessly, "These rules of conduct can't be described as similar, they're exactly the same."

Abei roared excitedly, "Hey, you've finally arrived!"

"Don't get too excited," the Thought Form immediately said in Dragon Language. "Keep it down and don't give yourself away."

Even with me, I might not be able to defeat Voldemort. I need to make him wary before we can have a proper negotiation.

"Why are you here?" Aaron feigned a puzzled look.

"What do you think?" The Thought Form rolled its eyes at him irritably. "If you go against the family rules, no one will come to help you. The only one who can help you is your own brother, me."

"Do you know what this means?" Voldemort's forehead was covered in black lines. The information he had gathered indicated that Aaron was an only child, but now it seemed that the information was wrong. This twin brother had never appeared, or perhaps he had appeared, but no one recognized him.

"Of course I know, but it doesn't matter." The Thought Form waved its hand. "It just means I can't stay out of trouble, but that's not that important to me."

Besides, the things I need to research next require me to leave the Magic World for a long time, so even if Warlock war breaks out, it won't affect me at all.

My younger brother is too conservative; he always longs for a stable life. But I'm different from him; lying around and doing nothing is not what I'm looking for.

However, we do have some things in common: neither of us likes trouble, and both of us know the importance of strength.

As he spoke, the Thought Form raised its right hand, and a ball of crimson flame slowly burned in its palm. "I also know Dragon-Slaying Magic, although I'm still some distance from becoming a dragon."

"I'll kill these Death Eater for you, and then we'll fight the Dark Lord together with Abei."

With your awakened power, plus ours, the outcome is barely certain.

"Open?" Aaron feigned a conflicted expression. "This is too low!"

"What do you know?" the Thought Form lectured seriously. "No one is guaranteed to win in a battle, but life can create opportunities for victory."

Since you're my brother, I'll create this opportunity for you... Even if I can't kill him, I can at least injure him. Then you can decide whether you want to finish him off or take the opportunity to escape.

But you have to promise me that if I accidentally die, you have to avenge me. Gaius... isn't so easy to bully.

Voldemort:...

Is this guy always risking his life? Where did this lunatic come from?

"Wait, brother, give me some time." Aaron hurriedly interrupted him, then looked helplessly at Voldemort and stated his purpose directly, "I think we can have a good talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" Voldemort asked knowingly, and curled his lip.

"Let's sign a contract!" Aaron took a deep breath. "Let us leave, and don't bother me for a year. As for Tianyi, just pretend nothing happened."

"On what grounds?"

"Get out of my way!" the Thought Form snapped angrily. "When are you going to change this cowardly personality of yours?"

"I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid you'll die here!" Aaron roared. The Thought Form froze for a moment, then stood there in perfect unison.

"You have already received the Prophecy, so the operation tonight cannot be considered a failure."

"Of course, if you're still not satisfied, then I'll have no choice but to do as he says," Aaron said earnestly to Voldemort. "When you possessed me earlier, you must have witnessed my potential. You don't want to fight me to the death, do you?"

Voldemort remained silent for several seconds, his scarlet vertical pupils sweeping over the Sacred Dragon Abe, the half-dragon Aaron Gaius who posed a certain threat to him, and the unknown Allen Gaius.

"You guys got lucky this time, but next time..."

"Let's talk about it next time!" Aaron said calmly, but inwardly he felt relieved. He then waved his wand and used Wand to write a concise, clear, and very rigorous Magic Contract in mid-air.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" the Thought Form asked thoughtfully. "This time I'm here to protect you, but next time I won't be able to help you even if I want to."

Rather than living under someone else's schemes from now on, I'd rather take a gamble and kill him to end it all.

"Please listen to me this time, I can't risk your life."

Voldemort was still somewhat unwilling, but upon hearing these words, he felt inexplicably more at ease.

He was even less willing to risk his life, especially since there was no profit to be gained from such an adventure.

Besides, there's no such thing as a thief who can be a thief for a thousand days without being able to guard against him for a thousand days. His scheme this time was full of traps and it was impossible for him to succeed, but there will be another chance next time.

Although Aaron is Slytherin, he is not without weaknesses, which we can carefully plan against.

Voldemort snorted, raised his Wand, and flicked his wrist, preparing to write his name to put an end to everything that happened that night.

Aaron and the Thought Form watched eagerly, their hearts filled with immense excitement.

On the surface, it seems like he suffered a loss, making a compromise for his brother's safety. But in reality, he was on the right side. You can't say he won big, but he definitely profited.

He's already gotten involved, and it's impossible for him to extricate himself from this vortex now.

But as long as Voldemort is willing to sign the contract, he will have enough time to develop.

He had carefully calculated this timeframe. Even if Voldemort wanted to start a Warlock war, he would need ample time to prepare. A year was just enough time for him to integrate the various forces.

More importantly, although Aaron is exceptionally talented, in his eyes he is still just Archmage. In a year, he will not be able to grow to the point of posing a threat to him. After a year, his influence will spread throughout the Magic World, and it will be much easier for him to control Aaron.

However, Reality Stone is always full of surprises. Voldemort had just written down one letter when two doors on the upper floor suddenly opened.

Six bright white lights descended from the sky, transforming upon landing into Sirius Black, Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, and Snape.

Aaron and the Thought Form looked at these Phoenix Society members, feeling as if a million alpacas were galloping through their minds.

If he had come earlier, he wouldn't have had to work so hard to fight; if he had come later, he could have gained a year to develop his strength. But he just happened to get involved, revealing many of his trump cards, and even came to attack right when negotiations were about to begin. Could this be a case of him coming at the perfect moment?

"Unfortunately, this contract probably can't be signed," Voldemort sneered.

Aaron also felt regretful, but he had to pretend to be relieved, otherwise Voldemort would find out and cause a lot of trouble.

The two exchanged a glance and tacitly Apparition.

Voldemort arrived in front of the Death Eater, while Aaron teleported to his older brother ' Allen '. The moment he landed, he deactivated his half-dragon form and sat weakly in a chair.

Abei immediately deactivated his transformation and turned into a harmless cat, though the bruises and scars on his body were heartbreaking to see.

"You can be the manager then." The Thought Form patted Aaron on the shoulder. "At least in my opinion, he's impeccable, but now... I can only say that things are unpredictable."

Aaron:...

This is truly a case of self-consolation.