You Mustn't Die, With the Vast Sea for Fish to Leap and the High Sky for Birds to Fly

"Professor," Harry stammered, suppressing his shock, "Voldemort seems... to have changed."

"I can see that," Dumbledore, his expression meaningful. "Tom, it seems you've gained a lot from my conversation with Mr. Vico!"

"He is indeed old, an old man."

But you must have gained something, right?

"Yes, I now understand why the Gaius family has such a huge influence." Dumbledore gave a self-deprecating, bitter smile. "The phrase 'a frog in a well' is perfectly applicable to us."

Voldemort frowned, turned to Vico, and asked with some concern, "Is Gaius planning to break the ancestral rules?"

"Don't misunderstand," Vico waved his hand. "I assure you, in the name of Gaius's ancestors, that I have not, and will not, provide him with the slightest assistance."

"This is the most pitiful thing."

After saying this, Voldemort took Lucius and left.

After his appearance was restored, his rationality improved considerably, and he no longer doubted the truthfulness of Vico's words.

Judging from Dumbledore's reaction, he definitely knew some secrets about the Gaius family, secrets that were undoubtedly very important, but could not bring him any benefit.

He received real benefits, and all he had to do was spend some time. What more could he ask for?

"What did you do?" Harry looked at Harry warily. "Tell me you weren't on his side."

"What are you thinking? I just made a simple deal with Voldemort."

"I'll help him restore his appearance, so he can't cause me any trouble for now, that's all." Aaron said, half-truthfully.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore, his heart pounding wildly.

It was a miscalculation; we accidentally got them to sign the ceasefire agreement.

"Professor, you need power to fight Voldemort, so you must live. Two years old is not long, but three years old is also something to think about."

If you feel unwell anywhere, be sure to contact me immediately.

"The healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries of Abei are better; they can definitely help you recover."

Aaron's attitude was so sincere that Dumbledore was flattered and felt deeply ashamed.

He wasn't exactly kind to Aaron, and even schemed against him for a long time, but Aaron repaid evil with kindness, a magnanimity that Aaron himself admired.

Jeans silently turned his face away, afraid that he would laugh out loud.

If he hadn't known the contents of the contract the young master signed, he probably would have been tricked into going through with it too.

This is definitely not about respecting the elderly and caring for the young; it's just a concern that if Dumbledore, this shield, is broken, his situation won't be so safe.

"And you, Harry." Aaron looked at him. "You are the only one Prophecy to defeat Voldemort, but until you have enough power, you must protect yourself, understand?"

"Uh..." Harry nodded blankly. "I understand."

"Actually, I have a suggestion that is not yet fully formed."

You can find a place where nobody can find you, and use three to five [units of currency] to enhance your magical abilities.

"I'd rather not," Harry immediately refused.

If 35 could give him the power to defeat Voldemort, he wouldn't mind giving it a try, but given his limited talent, it's more reliable to help Dumbledore stop Voldemort.

"Ahem! It's almost time," Vico said unhurriedly.

Aaron paused for a moment, then turned to look at the clock on the wall. There was less than half an hour left until midnight.

He sighed softly, then quickly slung his Backpack over his shoulder. "The time we spent together was always too short. It's my turn to go on my own now."

Vico, I'm leaving now. Please say goodbye to Mom and Grandpa for me.

"What about Clea?" Vico asked.

Aaron paused for a moment, "Please tell her goodbye for me. The next time we meet won't be more than seven or eight months, but it'll probably be two or three months or so."

Moonlight shone on the clean and tidy porch, where three figures walked side by side.

Aaron stroked Abei, grinning smugly. "I never thought I would get the freedom I wanted under such circumstances. From now on, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap and the sky is high enough for birds to fly."

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled.

"I was secretly protected by Jeans and a retinue from a young age. This continued for more than a decade, which made me feel that my personal privacy was being seriously violated."

But things are different now. I've been temporarily removed from the family, and they won't follow me anymore.

"Besides, I've made a deal with Voldemort. The Magic World is still safe for me. I can do whatever I want, and nobody can stop me."

"Alas!" Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "We have our blessings but we don't know it."

"Professor, I think I might understand his feelings," Harry said with a complicated expression.

"I understand, but I'm saying that's not it."

I just met his six attendants, and none of them are ordinary talents. In my opinion, any one of them could be Minister for Magic.

"Are you kidding me?" Aaron didn't believe it at all. A bodyguard having the ability to be a minister was a bit of an exaggeration.

"It was just a joke," Dumbledore said sheepishly. "Just trying to liven things up."

"Aaron, what are you planning to do next?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"I'll move to my shop to live and take this time to relax."

"If you're free, you're welcome to come to my shop for a drink, but please don't come if it involves Voldemort or Death Eater. I don't want to get dragged into this again." Aaron said, giving Dumbledore a playful look. "Professor, I think you understand what I mean, right?"

Dumbledore and Harry exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Aaron has fallen out of the plan, and it will be extremely difficult to get him back in.

"Why did you decide to come to my house so late?" Aaron asked.

"It's really a coincidence," Harry offered a weak explanation. "Dolores Umbridge got fired, and last night we went to persuade a retired professor to take the job."

His name was Horace Slughorn, and he seemed interested in geniuses.

The professor then suggested visiting your house, just in time to find you surrounded by Death Eater.

Aaron had no doubt about this coincidence. If Dumbledore had known that he would facilitate Aaron's cooperation with Voldemort, he definitely wouldn't have come over that night.

"Slughorn... is he the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor?"

"He's the new Potions Class professor," Dumbledore said. "I've assigned Defense Against the Dark Arts to Severus."

"What?" Aaron stared at him, his eyes wide. "Are you sure?"

"Professor Snape is happy to accept the position."

"But what about the curse? No one can stay in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for more than a year."

"I don't think anyone knows it better than him."

Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he was also speechless.

However, he wasn't too worried. The curse wasn't fatal, and Professor Snape had taught Defense Against the Dark Arts before.

"Professor, what are your plans for Harry?" Aaron asked curiously. "Will you place him in the Phoenix Society, or in the Dursley family?"

"The Burrow."

"Wait a minute," Harry said excitedly. "Professor, do you mean I can spend this holiday with the Weasley family?"

"That place probably isn't safe enough, is it?" Aaron frowned.

"The Ministry of Magic has set up tight protection, which will cause some inconvenience to the Weasley family, but they won't mind."

"The Ministry of Magic's protection..." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "I don't know what our new minister is like, but the Ministry of Magic's protection isn't necessarily reliable. Otherwise, Bones wouldn't have died."

"Having protection is better than having none, and members of the Phoenix Society occasionally go there."

As long as Harry doesn't act on his own, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"I won't," Harry said confidently.

"You keep your word." Aaron patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "You must live well and not let Sirius Black down."

After saying that, Aaron's Apparition away from the spot.

Back in his own little Diagon Alley, Aaron lay on his bed in a cheerful mood, a smile involuntarily spreading across his face.

The trouble that had been troubling him for so long was resolved perfectly tonight in such a muddled way. From now until Dumbledore and Harry Potter die, he can focus on developing in peace.

"System, open your personal panel."

"OK."

[Host: Aaron Gaius]

[Magical Energy: Body: 7934, Mid-level Archmage; Thought Form: 7934, Mid-level Archmage; Total: 15840 (Beginner Grand Archmage, a rare existence in the Magic World)]

[Talent: Once in a Millennium (Increases Magical Energy by 4 points daily, physical body by 2 points, Thought Form by 2 points)]

[Items: Resurrection Potion (can revive any creature that died within an hour), Magic Carpet, Captain Jack's Compass, Book of Prophecy, Pensieve...]

[Magic Points: 344]

"Still Beginner Grand Archmage," Aaron murmured. In his opinion, a Magical Energy pool of at least 20,000 was needed to contend with Voldemort.

However, besides its normal growth, it would take at least a year of daily check- Sign-in to barely replenish these four thousand units of Magic Power, and there could be no loss along the way.

However, the knife that could have fallen on his head at any moment is now gone, so time is no longer so urgent.

"The system opened the shop interface. I'm in a very good mood today and I plan to clear all my Magic Points."

"No problem, host."

[Magic Category]

@Misty Mist Illusion Sleep (600 Magic Points, puts the opponent to sleep); @Foresight (400 Magic Points, can sense danger in advance); @Surveillance (500 Magic Points, allows exploration of a certain area, determined by the user's abilities); @Divine Punishment (2000 Magic Points, uses the resonance of one's own magic power and the surrounding magic power to create virtual life from magical objects); @Fire Control (300 Magic Points)

Material Category:

@ Deep Sea Octopus Tentacle (5 Magic Points); @Seaweed (1 Magic Points); @ Diluos's tooth (1000 Magic Points, a legendary dragon tooth that can live for 10,000 years); @ Acromantula Venom (10 Magic Points); @Bee Sting (1 Magic Points)

Item Category:

@Razo Lazzo Mask (2500 Magic Points, wearing it summons the Shadow Legion Blade Legion; note: collecting ten masks grants control of the Shadow Realm); @Fire Firebolt (50 Magic Points); @Chicken Rooster Talisman (1000 Magic Points, levitation, telekinesis); @Harmonica (5 Magic Points); @Big Giant Bowl of Instant Noodles (5 Magic Points, definitely too much for one person)

Aaron looked at the fifteen full item slots and immediately spent three hundred Magic Points to purchase the ability to Fire Control.

After a while, he held his palm to the fireplace and sucked out the roaring flames inside.

Under Aaron's control, the flame constantly changed into various shapes, and he could even control its size and shape at will.

"Not bad," Aaron murmured, then put the flames back into the fireplace.

Although this ability still needs further development, it has to some extent made up for the shortcomings of Fire Dragon-Slaying Magic.

Then Aaron spent five Magic Points to buy Giant Bowl of Instant Noodles. This bowl of noodles surprised him a little. It was as big as a military cooking pot and enough for ten people to have a full meal.

After storing the instant noodles in his system space, Aaron had thirty-nine Magic Points left. He patiently refreshed the inventory of Magic Category.

@Voice Change (200 Magic Points, mimics or adjusts a voice)... Out is quite expensive, @Color Changer (100 Magic Points, changes the color of objects and things)... Out is even worse than the last one, @Bloodlust (600 Magic Points, absorbs the blood of others or animals to heal injuries and stamina)... Out is disgusting enough, but it's nothing compared to the healing power of the Horse Talisman...

@Read (400 Magic Points, transmit your thoughts to others with a telepathic ability, enabling long-distance conversation)

After refreshing the page more than twenty times, a barely passable magical ability finally appeared in the product list.

Aaron sighed softly, then focused his attention on the harmonica Item Category and kept refreshing.

He'd rather have an empty inventory than have this cheap item sitting there in the way.

@Wei Zheng's Jar (500 Magic Points, has sealing ability, can seal up to three people)

Aaron stared blankly at the triangular prism-shaped box in the product display case for a long time before he reacted.

This was the first time he had ever seen a sealing magic item. It was definitely more powerful than his sealing magic, but it was a bit expensive. For now, he could only look on with envy.

"Continue."

Aaron looked at the last remaining empty product listings and began a new round of refreshing.

@Rotten Iron Sword (7 Magic Points)...@Cheeseburger (3 Magic Points)...@ Defensive Magical Theory (10 Magic Points)...@Oak Seed (1 Magic Points)...

I refreshed the page more than ten times, but none of the items were correct.

Just when Aaron thought his luck for the night had been exhausted by Wei Zheng's Jar, an oval stone shimmering with a deep blue light caught his eye.

Hades (2500 Magic Points, an energy component of the Dark Emperor of the Dark Clan, the most powerful of the five Dark Spirit Stone (Hades, Reincarnation Bloodstone, Black Magnetite, Nether Moon Stubborn Stone, and Tatar Stone), containing enough energy to destroy the spacetime rift barrier, greater than the combined energy of the other four spirit stones, and possessing independent consciousness and a strong allure.)