Sign This Indenture, Choosing a Notary

Why won't you go see Harry?

I must say, this is a very insightful question.

"Don't change the subject, give me a reason," Sirius Black said unhappily.

"One isn't enough, I'll give you three," Aaron sneered. "First of all, you're Soul Stone now, not Ghost."

Ordinary people can't see you or hear what you're saying. If you want to contact Harry, the only way is through a dream.

"Well... that's not impossible!" Sirius Black said, a smile flashing in his eyes. "That would be perfect."

He has been wanted by the Ministry of Magic for the past two years, and he can only meet with Harry safely when he is with the Phoenix Society. At other times, he has to use the Floo Network carefully to talk to Harry from a distance.

If it's a dream, then he'll have plenty of time to spend with his godson, and this method is safe; almost no one will disturb him.

Damn it! Why didn't I think of this idea when I was alive?

"Don't get too excited, I won't let you go." Aaron poured cold water on Sirius Black's heart. "I don't want to reveal my ability to extract the Soul Stone from the body."

"I'll make sure Harry a secret," Sirius Black said confidently. Hay met Aaron's ambiguous smile and lowered his head dejectedly.

"It seems you know your godson very well."

If he knew you were still alive, he'd probably shake off his current despondency and might even throw a party to celebrate. Such unusual behavior would arouse suspicion from many people.

"Then can I reschedule?"

Summer Holiday, how's Summer Holiday? I appeared to him in a dream at his Muggle relative's house.

Even if it's unusual, no one will notice, since that whole family is eccentric.

"Not a bad idea," Aaron praised, then changed the subject, "But you're dreaming. I still won't let you see him."

"Don't go too far," Sirius Black said, his teeth itching with anger.

"Am I being unreasonable?"

You guys tricked me first, so who's really at fault?

"I'm already being incredibly lenient by sparing your life; I'm repaying evil with good."

Sirius Black was speechless after being rebuked, and asked with a pitiful look, "But why?"

"Can't I just not like you?" Aaron said indignantly, then took out the Resurrection Potion in front of Sirius Black.

"What... what is this?"

Sirius Black looked at the green solution, and his breathing quickened slightly.

In his current half-dead state, he could feel the value of the medicine more than a living person; the rich life energy within it was extremely tempting to him.

"This Potions can perfectly revive someone who dies within an hour; it's my unique treasure for survival." Aaron

He said, half-jokingly, that after obtaining the divine power of the Dog Talisman and Horse Talisman, this bottle of medicine was no longer that important to him, only others didn't know that!

"When you were struck by the Killing Curse, I saved your Soul Stone. When your body was swallowed by the Veil, I went to great lengths to snatch you back from the Death God. And then what?"

Harry asked me to take out this treasure to save you. I wanted to ask him right then and there, where does he get the nerve to ask me to use a priceless treasure to save someone I don't even know very well?

And then there were Lupin and Ron; although they said it, they both suspected that I had stood by and watched someone die. Do you know how upset I was?

"Hmm!" Sirius Black nodded, but his face showed satisfaction. "He truly is my godson. All that pampering he received was worthwhile."

Ron is good too, and so is Lupin; it's quite remarkable that someone with his personality would doubt you.

Aaron blinked, speechless. "I really overestimated your moral standards!"

"Uh... I apologize on their behalf, so that's somewhat understandable!" Sirius Black said sullenly.

"Hmph!" Aaron snorted. "You're neither my teacher nor my father. Saving you is a favor, not saving you is my duty."

Sirius Black shrugged helplessly. "Two years it is, I'll wait."

"It's very difficult, but you have no other choice."

"If you want to be resurrected, you'd better listen to me."

"Hehe! That's what I got by exchanging ninety percent of my family fortune."

"Give me a break!" Aaron said disdainfully. "Trading those things you look down on for a life is actually a huge win for you."

"It's because I've seen you've lived a life of hardship and wandering, and my kind heart compels me to leave you 10% for your retirement; otherwise, you wouldn't have a single penny left."

Sirius Black's lips twitched slightly. Was he really being so blunt?

"I really appreciate your kindness."

"If you know, then you know," Aaron said, then drew his Wand and wrote a contract in mid-air. "Sign it!"

Sirius Black stared at the lines of text hanging in mid-air, his expression growing increasingly complex.

The contract was very simple, consisting of only two clauses.

First, before Sirius Black was resurrected, he had to listen to Aaron in everything. If he was told to go east, he couldn't go west; if he was told to catch dogs, he couldn't chase chickens.

The second task is to complete the transfer of wealth. Before the Summer Holiday vacation, 90% of the Black family's wealth will be handed over to Aaron's private vault in Gringotts.

"You..."

"What? You're not satisfied?"

"No, this..." Sirius Black pointed to the first item, "I understand that you're worried I won't be able to resist going to Harry or the Phoenix Society and want to control me."

"Isn't that too absolute? It's practically like signing a contract of servitude."

"Be confident, drop the word 'simply,' this is a contract of servitude," Aaron said bluntly.

"This joke has gone a bit too far!"

"I'm serious," Aaron said solemnly. "To be honest, I don't believe you."

After last night's incident, I have a clear understanding of your moral bottom line. You even cheated a minor like me; what else wouldn't you do? The first rule is to be cautious.

Sirius Black's expression was complicated; he wanted to refute, but he had nothing to say.

After a moment of silence, he looked at Aaron and asked, "Could you give me more protection?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I can listen to you if there are some conditions attached, but you can't do anything that insults my personal dignity."

"I can't just say I have to fulfill your wish to see a black dog jump through a ring of fire, can I?"

Upon hearing this, an image flashed through Aaron's mind.

Sirius Black transformed into a large black dog, joyfully leaping over three hoops of fire, doing a somersault in mid-air before landing steadily. He and his Thought Form below clapped and cheered, even throwing a bone over.

"Hiss!"

Aaron gasped, shook his head, and crushed the image that had just flashed through his mind into dust.

"Ahem! I can guarantee that I won't insult your personal dignity, but I won't change the first point."

"Resurrecting you is nothing, but this palace is my greatest secret, and my only safe haven since leaving my family. I cannot leave behind even the slightest threat."

"If you're not satisfied, you don't have to sign. But just in case, I'll reseal your Soul Stone. I'll release you after the great war in the Magic World ends, but whether you can be resurrected then will depend on your luck."

"Wait a minute," Sirius Black said immediately. "I'll sign it."

"However, this second condition is a bit unreasonable. I'm already dead, so even if I wanted to give you the Black family's wealth, I couldn't!"

"This is a problem," Aaron said, frowning.

"How about you change the time to two years? I'll write you an agreement as soon as I'm resurrected."

"Heh! I'm afraid that by then all my wealth will be left is Gringotts' vault," Aaron teased. "The Black family's ancestral home is now the headquarters of the Phoenix Society. You don't think that house and everything in it will be properly preserved after you die, do you?"

These days, everything requires funding. After you die, that house won't be safe anymore; it's possible some members of the Phoenix Society will sell it.

"That's impossible, I left that house to Harry."

"What about all those gold and silver utensils, and the antiques and magical items that the Black family has collected over the past thousand years?"

"I don't care if I sell those things."

"But I care," Aaron said irritably. "That's all my money, my money."

"You... you're short of money?" Sirius Black asked in surprise. "Impossible. You're the heir to the Gaius family. You might not be rolling in money, but you should at least be well-off!"

"Thanks to you, I have now been expelled from the family."

As expected, all my assets have been temporarily frozen, except for the Small Shop in Diagon Alley, which can barely provide some income.

But I have so many expenses, and that little money is barely enough to cover them all. Plus, I still owe Professor Snape a sum of Galleon, which I promised to pay back next semester.

Most importantly, I still have a dragon to raise. You've seen Abei's size, so you can imagine how much it can eat.

In this situation, if I can't cut costs and increase revenue, I'll be reduced to begging.

Sirius Black chuckled awkwardly to cover up his embarrassment.

This is indeed the Order of the Phoenix Society's fault, and they can't shake it off, but tragically, he's the only one bearing Aaron's blame now, which is extremely unpleasant.

"What's required to sign a transfer agreement under normal circumstances?" Aaron asked, but quickly added, "I'm talking about the minimum requirements."

"I need a human signature and a notary with sufficient authority," Sirius Black said with difficulty. "In my current state, even if I wanted to sign, I would be powerless to do so."

"That's alright." Aaron glanced at the ice coffin. "Your body is still here. As long as you agree, I can temporarily revive you for a few minutes."

"Really?"

Why would I need to lie to you?

"What about the notary?"

Only members of the Phoenix Society meet the requirements; we can't exactly send them over, can we?

"Professor Snape, would you mind?" Aaron suggested.

"Absolutely not." Sirius Black refused firmly. "Even if I die, die outside, or jump off this cliff, I don't want him to see me in this miserable state."

Being laughed at by Snape for the rest of my life is worse than being dead!

Aaron's eye twitched slightly. "So there aren't any other candidates?"

"There are two more," Sirius Black said with a strange expression. "One is Narcissa Malfoy, and the other is Bellatrix Lestrange Lestrange."

Although I'm reluctant to admit it, both of them were members of the Black family before they got married, and they are my sisters, so they are absolutely qualified to be notaries.

"Bellatrix Lestrange won't do. If she finds out you're still alive, killing you is the least of her worries. But if she tells Voldemort that I saved you, that would be a much bigger problem."

His biggest weakness is his Soul Stone; he might come directly to me, using both threats and inducements to make me fix it.

"Can you do it?" Sirius Black asked in surprise.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The power of the Goat Talisman could slowly repair his Soul Stone, but this would take a considerable amount of time, unless Voldemort was willing to devour the Soul Stone within his Horcrux, which was clearly impossible.

"As for Narcissa Malfoy, that's not out of the question."

Draco and I are on good terms, so asking her for this small favor was just a piece of cake.

"You're not kidding, are you? My cousin is Death Eater too."

"I'm serious," Aaron said earnestly. "The Malfoy family are definitely the smartest of the Death Eater. Lucius even asked me to arrange a backup plan before Voldemort was resurrected."

They joined the Death Eater for profit, but they helped me for safety, which is within her capabilities, and Narcissa wouldn't refuse.

"Uh, well... I was just joking," Sirius Black said sheepishly. "You absolutely mustn't choose either of them as notaries."

"Tch! I knew it." Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Besides those who married out, does your Black family have anyone else?"

"I also had a younger brother, but he's dead," Sirius Black said with a sigh. "He joined the Death Eater, but when he tried to leave, he was probably killed by Voldemort!"

"What a pity." Aaron sighed, then seemed to remember something, "If living people won't work, I wonder if dead people would?"

"My mother's portrait?" Sirius Black shook his head self-deprecatingly. "That's impossible. She always considered me a disgrace to the Black family. She'd probably be thrilled to know I'm dead!"

"But you are the last of the Black family. No matter how unreasonable she is, she should be able to tell right from wrong."

"As long as you promise to have a child and carry on the Black family bloodline, I think she'll agree to whatever you ask."

"Stop right there." Sirius Black's eyes widened. "I can't believe such words came from the mouth of a ten-year-old student."

"Kid, what kind of lousy idea is this? How could you even think of it?"

"Most people really wouldn't be able to come up with this," Aaron murmured.

Sirius Black noticed that Aaron's eyes were filled with the same resistance and helplessness as his own, and he suddenly had a strange feeling that Aaron and he might be the same kind of people.

"Excuse me for asking, but what are your thoughts on marriage...?"

"Shut up, don't mention this kind of thing, I don't want to hear it either."

Sirius Black immediately understood and gave him a knowing look.

Aaron rolled his eyes, not wanting to explain. The more he explained, the more confusing it became. Besides, Sirius Black was now completely under his control, so he didn't care what Sirius thought.

"Besides your mother's portrait, do you have any others? Ghost are fine too."

"Then it's only Phineas Niall Black. By seniority, he should be my great-great-grandfather, but he was the headmaster of Hogwarts, and there's a portrait of him in the Headmaster's Office."

"He's the one." Aaron made the decision immediately. "He'll agree to be the notary for the sake of the Black family's legacy, and he's also in the Headmaster's Office —the best person to pass on information!"

"Are you serious?" Sirius Black asked in surprise.

"Of course, but first we need to figure out how to steal that portrait."