The Fully Equipped Divine Thunder Hall, Sincerity Is the Greatest Trump Card

Sirius Black has officially signed his name after the Soul Stone Touch Contract was formed.

"The contract is in effect, so you must not try to break it."

In a sense, this can be considered a Soul Contract.

"What will happen if I break the rules?" Sirius Black asked nervously.

"Burning flames, scorching nightmares, eternal sealing, repentance and reincarnation, and so on and so forth." Aaron shuddered with each word he uttered about Sirius Black; he had never felt this terrified, not even when he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Don't be nervous, I am a very kind person."

These are too cruel; they're not appropriate for you.

My punishment is simple: if you break the contract, you will never see Harry Potter again for the rest of your life.

Sirius Black:...

Are you the devil?

"Hey! Can you find another Angel like me?" Aaron said unhappily. "If you don't want to, you can try the four I mentioned before, one by one."

"There's no need for that," Sirius Black immediately replied.

"Don't think I can't do it. For the Gaius family, contracts are sacred and divine."

Once signed, even gods and demons cannot disobey. Even if I am expelled from my home, the same contract will have the same effect.

"I believe that, but... what if you don't revive me within two days?"

"The punishment is the same," Aaron said indifferently. "I'll never see Harry Potter again."

"Heh!" Sirius Black's lips twitched. "Doesn't your conscience hurt? This punishment seems insignificant to you!"

"Forget the word 'seems'," Aaron said sincerely. "If I could avoid him, I would rather donate 99.9% of the Black family's wealth. Do you know how much trouble your godson can cause?"

But you can rest assured about my character; I will definitely fulfill the contract I've made.

Sirius Black nodded helplessly. Circumstances were beyond his control; he had no choice at all.

Fortunately, Aaron was not yet entirely certain of Phineas's thoughts, so he made some additions to Article 1 of the contract.

If his great-great-grandfather is unwilling to Notary, Aaron will still resurrect him two years later, and the reward he receives will be 90% of the Black family's wealth two years later.

"Now that things are settled, there are some things I can't keep from you anymore," Aaron said, then snapped his fingers.

With the Illusion Magic dispelled, the true Divine Thunder Hall was revealed to Sirius Black.

On the high platform is the throne, behind which is a statue of Salazar Slytherin. To the left is a garden and a hot spring, and to the right are a study room and storage shelves.

In addition, there are many Secret Chamber, dining rooms, bedrooms, alchemy rooms, Prophecy rooms, storage rooms, granaries, and so on, with everything imaginable.

Each room was expanded using the Undetectable Extension Charm, making them at least as large as the Great Hall of Hogwarts. They are not completely connected, but the efficient planning and layout make reasonable use of every inch of space, creating a harmonious and aesthetically pleasing whole.

"Merlin the Beard!" Sirius Black exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. "This palace is even more luxurious than Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, and has far more functions."

"You have a good eye," Aaron said proudly. "I named this palace the Divine Thunder Hall, and it took more than two thousand days to barely complete the renovation."

Though small, it has all the essential parts; it is my greatest work to date.

With enough resources, almost anything can be accomplished here. My need for sufficient funds is also to maintain the normal operation of this base.

Sirius Black was deeply shocked; the thing people fear most is comparison.

He built a secret base when he was ten years old. What was he doing when he was ten? Was he bullying Snape with James and the others?

What's even more terrifying is that the base renovation alone took two or three years, which means that he had the idea of building the base several years ago and put it into action.

Damn it! They started getting into this in their teens, how are other people supposed to survive?

"Incredible, truly incredible," Sirius Black said with some admiration. "But how did you come up with the idea of building a palace?"

Logically speaking, with your family background, you could easily win everything without lifting a finger.

"There are many reasons, but it's better to be safe than sorry!" Aaron sighed. "Facts have proven me right. What difference is there between my family background and a blank slate now?"

From the day I offended Voldemort, I felt a sense of urgency. I could have easily stayed at home, and the storms outside wouldn't have affected me at all, but I didn't want to.

At home, I have people following me everywhere I go, and that feeling of not being free is very awkward. In addition, I have to attend a lot of tutoring classes at home, so believe me, it's incredibly tiring.

But you always need a safe haven outside, so I spent a lot of time and effort building this secret palace. It's safe enough here, and no one can control me."

Sirius Black felt a deep sense of empathy. His situation was very different from Aaron's, but they were somewhat similar in terms of rebellion.

He felt that his family was putting too much pressure on him, so he resolutely left home and moved into Potter family.

"To be honest, I completely understand how you feel."

"You don't understand Hammer." Aaron made no attempt to hide his speechlessness. "Don't spout this kind of nonsense again. Unless you're me, you won't understand."

Sirius Black:...

"From now on, you two will stay here obediently and not wander off."

"I know," Sirius Black said, frustrated. "But at least tell me where this is? In which country and at what specific location is there Salazar Slytherin statue?"

"Hogwarts will have one," Aaron said calmly.

"Hogwarts?" Sirius Black frowned slightly. "You mean you built this palace at Hogwarts, right under Dumbledore's nose?"

I guess so!

This is deep underground, where Salazar Slytherin originally built the Secret Chamber of Secrets.

"Holy crap!" Sirius Black exclaimed in shock. "You really... aren't you worried Dumbledore find out?"

"Don't worry!" Aaron said seriously. "After reaching the level, I spent a long time digging a tunnel from my dormitory directly to the Secret Chamber."

As for the original path, even the pipes connecting to the Secret Chamber, I have blocked them all.

Even if Dumbledore didn't investigate further, he would only assume that the Secret Chamber had collapsed. Even if he wanted to investigate further, it wouldn't be possible in a short time.

"I don't know if it would take them at least a year and a half to dig to find the secret Secret Chamber deep underground, and besides... this isn't some simple secret base."

As soon as he finished speaking, yellow lightning suddenly flashed above the Secret Chamber, and a huge thundercloud instantly covered the entire ceiling.

At the same time, several huge Magic Array slowly rotated on the floor and walls, each one making Sirius Black's scalp tingle and making him want to run away as fast as he could.

"What are these?" Sirius Black asked, his face pale.

"Ultimate Elemental Magic and Forbidden Magic could easily destroy the entire Hogwarts School."

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm very calm," Aaron said calmly. "This is deep underground, it won't affect Hogwarts."

"Once an enemy invades and breaches the defenses of the main hall's entrance, I will activate these spells. At that time, this place will transform into an elemental ocean filled with destructive power. Even Dumbledore and Voldemort would find it difficult to confront it head-on; they would be severely injured, if not killed."

"Hiss!"

Sirius Black gasped, looking around at everything, his heart filled with unease.

This isn't Secret Chamber, it's a fortress!

"Are you serious?" Sirius Black gritted his teeth. "The location here is safe enough; no one can find us."

"I think we should always add a prefix to problems, just in case."

"We'd rather die a glorious death than live a shameful life; anyone who dares to force their way in will pay the price," Aaron said casually. "Besides, only if the intruders defend themselves fiercely can I leave safely."

Sirius Black laughed, but it was a very forced laugh.

He clearly understands why Dumbledore would risk everything to drag Aaron onto the war chariot; this is no ordinary act of ruthlessness!

However, to be fair, this palace also shows that Aaron has a very comprehensive ability to consider things.

As long as he stands on Order of the Phoenix's side, Dumbledore's plan will be well protected.

"Oh, right, there's someone else you need to get to know," Aaron said.

The Thought Form withdrew from its Illusion Magic and stood next to Aaron. "Good afternoon, Mr. Black."

"You, how did you get here?"

"I've been here all along. To be precise, I've been here much longer than him. I'm the one who mainly modified this Secret Chamber."

"But... aren't you his brother?"

"You didn't go to Hogwarts either!"

Aaron and the Thought Form exchanged a smile. "We're relieved to hear that."

"What do you mean?" Sirius Black asked, utterly puzzled.

"I am his clone," the Thought Form laughed, "A clone created by splitting off a portion of my own magic power, exactly like the original."

"So that means what we saw in the Department of Mysteries..."

"It's me, aren't you surprised? Unexpected, right?" The Thought Form teased, then sighed, "I originally wanted to put pressure on Voldemort, but the Order of the Phoenix's appearance at the perfect moment disrupted my plans."

"Gaius," Sirius Black looked at Aaron with some apprehension, "If he is your alter ego, just how strong are you now?"

"A tiny bit better than you." Aaron pinched a gap between his index finger and thumb and said very casually, "I know what you're thinking, but you're really overthinking it."

I am just a Archmage, and I am still far from being Grand Archmage.

The clone exists because of the magic I provide; it will disappear once the magic is exhausted. I need to provide it with Magical Energy periodically to maintain its normal function; its power cannot be transferred to me.

"I see."

Upon hearing this explanation, Sirius Black breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted Aaron to be powerful enough to make it easier for Dumbledore to arrange things, but he didn't want Aaron to be too powerful, because then he would break out of Dumbledore's plan.

In this way, even if he is an ally who stands on the opposite side of Voldemort, it will cause considerable trouble.

Sirius Black didn't suspect Aaron either. Firstly, there was no need; he had already signed a contract of servitude, so Aaron had no reason to hide it from him.

This is unbelievable. If power can be stacked, Aaron would be a true Grand Archmage.

A sixteen-year-old Grand Archmage shouldn't be joking like that.

The idea of dragging such a genius Grand Archmage into this mess is absurd; it's hard to say whether it will bring good or bad fortune.

Aaron and the Thought Form both smiled upon seeing this.

He couldn't outsmart that old fox Dumbledore, but it was easy for him to handle a Sirius Black. How hard could it be to fool a fool who had been in prison for over a decade and didn't even know how to cry foul?

One should always be wary of others. Rather than saying that the Thought Form is his trump card, it would be more accurate to say that it is the strength of the Grand Archmage.

Sirius Black can only be controlled for a maximum of two years; after that, he is no longer trustworthy.

During this period, the existence of the Thought Form cannot be concealed, so we must find a way to reduce its Thought Form. At this time, sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

After such an open and honest exchange, Sirius Black would only admire Aaron's abilities and would deliberately avoid giving the most correct answer.

"There are some things I need to make clear beforehand. My clone can occasionally keep you company and help you pass on things you care about, such as Harry Potter, but you can't disturb him when he's studying or working."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"You can participate when we discuss things, but you should also step aside when necessary."

"Ming".

"What I mean by avoidance is being sealed away," Aaron emphasized. "Don't think I'm being heartless; we wouldn't feel at ease if we didn't do this."

Sirius Black hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently.

It's just a seal, I'll just treat it as a nap.

His attitude pleased Aaron and the Thought Form, who then set up a morgue in the Divine Thunder Hall and placed Sirius Black's body there.

If a dish were placed in the main hall, it would be too upsetting.

The next day, Hogwarts received the latest edition of the Daily Prophet.

Dumbledore and Potter are exonerated... The minister is about to resign... Dolores Umbridge is suspended from his post and under investigation... The one whose name cannot even be mentioned has arrived... The Hogwarts Headmaster is reinstated...

Every headline was incredibly eye-catching, and the students who had just finished their exams found it all unbelievable after reading the newspaper.

The news of Voldemort's return caused a huge stir and considerable panic, but Dumbledore's return to his original position also gave them a long-lost sense of security.

Dolores Umbridge was carried to the School Hospital, Dumbledore rescued her from the Forbidden Forest, but the details of the rescue are unknown to anyone but the two of them.

Dolores Umbridge was already exhausted from the torment of the Centaurs, and after being rescued, she received an order to be suspended from her duties pending investigation. In particular, her backer Cornelius Fudge was also in danger of being caught.

Although only a day had passed, it felt like an eternity to her. All her rights had vanished, and she desperately wanted to leave Hogwarts, a place that made her so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

However, her injuries forced her to stay at the School Hospital. It seemed that the students and professors had agreed to visit her at the School Hospital from time to time, and their mocking voices and smiles made her feel like she had no will to live.