Unbreakable Vow, Narcissa's Double Insurance

"Where's Hermione? She should be here too!"

"She's hiding over there!" Clea glanced at the Veil by the wall. "Mack seems to have his eye on her."

"Cormac Mack?" Aaron pictured a big, clumsy guy in his mind and couldn't help but chuckle. "Good eye, but he's destined to gain nothing."

"Even so... you're just going to watch?" Clea's lips curled into a playful smile. "Doing nothing will only make the girl sad."

"She can handle it," Aaron said hesitantly.

"But that's two different things."

Aaron was silent for a moment, then gave her a helpless, bitter smile. "That's why I don't want to be in a relationship for the time being."

"I just know that you can't spend all your time on yourself. In the long run, that might be right, but it's a bit selfish to others, especially those who love you."

"Enough with the lecturing, I'm coming over." Aaron waved his hand, handed Abei to her, and walked towards the wall.

As Aaron drew back the Veil, he discovered that inside were not only Hermione, but also Harry Potter.

The two were talking about something when Aaron came in, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think I need to excuse myself for a bit." Harry raised an eyebrow at Hermione and wisely turned to leave.

"Why are you so late?" Hermione said, sounding a little annoyed.

"I..."

Just as Aaron was about to speak, the Veil was suddenly pulled open.

Harry returned, looking embarrassed, and said, "I didn't mean to bother you..."

"But you've already bothered us," Hermione said, rolling her eyes at him.

"Cormac is here."

"What?" Hermione's face paled slightly. "My God, he's really persistent."

"This is your child," Harry said earnestly, patting Aaron on the shoulder. "Right?"

"Maybe... so!"

Aaron looked strange, but did not deny it.

Perhaps it was because he was approaching adulthood, or perhaps it was because his strength Intermediate Grand Archmage gave him confidence, but he was no longer so resistant to the idea of a 'girlfriend'.

"Then I'll give it to you."

Harry left again, but as soon as he stepped out of the Veil, he saw Cormac Mack.

"Have you seen Hermione?"

"Inside." Harry pointed behind him, but the smile on his face puzzled Mack.

He walked behind the Veil and saw Hermione and Aaron together. His face immediately turned ugly, and he finally understood what Harry's smile meant.

That was mockery, that was Guoguo's mockery.

Even though he was furious, he dared not offend Aaron.

Not to mention him, even his uncle, who works in the Ministry of Magic, has to be polite to Gaius.

"Is there a reason?" Aaron asked casually.

"Um..." Mack glanced at Hermione with some reluctance, "I think I just saw Clea outside."

"Oh! I knew she'd come," Hermione said flatly. "But so what?"

Mack paused for a moment, then turned to look at Aaron. "Don't you have anything to say?"

"It was Clea who sent me here."

Click!

The sound of a broken heart was very clear. Mack took a deep breath and said awkwardly, "Sorry to bother you."

"Wait a moment." Aaron stopped the distraught Cormac, and before he could react, he saw a glint of purple light flash in Aaron's eyes.

"I'm sick, let's go!"

Mack seemed to have emerged from his dazed state, regaining his usual confidence. He took a glass of wine from a student's tray and walked towards the crowd.

"What did you do to him?" Hermione asked.

"It's simple, I just wanted him to see you as an insignificant passerby."

Hermione gasped in surprise, "This magic is a bit over the top."

"Want to learn?"

"Of course I want to." Hermione nodded eagerly.

"Even if you want to learn, it's not possible. I can't teach you this."

"Stingy." Hermione rolled her eyes and pulled him outside.

Time passed slowly amidst laughter and cheerful conversation. Slughorn was particularly lively, frequently introducing how outstanding his former students were.

Aaron stood with the two girls, who were chatting and laughing, but he felt particularly awkward being sandwiched in the middle.

Just as I was feeling confused, Slughorn dragged me over for a photo, which solidified our teacher-student relationship.

"This professor has a slightly thicker skin than I thought," Aaron said, snapping out of his reverie.

"You've really messed up," Hermione said with a complicated expression. "Look over there."

Aaron turned his head and saw Harry surrounded by a group of Warlock who were over fifty years old, with a particularly stiff smile on his face. He perfectly embodied the phrase 'forced smile'.

"You always have to pay a price to get something."

Harry's cooperation would greatly enhance Professor Horace Slughorn's prestige and pave the way for his future actions.

Upon hearing this, Hermione also recalled what Harry had said when they had the Three Broomsticks.

Professor Dumbledore wanted Harry to befriend Slughorn, but wasn't Harry being a bit too demanding?

"Take your hands off me, you filthy Squib."

Draco's voice suddenly came over; he was being pulled by the ear by Filch, and he looked particularly humiliated.

"Professor Horace Slughorn, I just spotted this boy wandering the upstairs corridor. He said you invited him to a party," Filch said.

Draco angrily broke free from his grasp, crying out, "It's me, it's me...!"

"I invited him," Aaron interrupted, raising his hand. "Professor Horace Slughorn said he could invite a guest over."

"Yes, that's true," Slughorn said. "It's a misunderstanding, Argus, it's alright."

Filch glared at Draco with some disappointment, then dragged his feet away.

"What's going on?" Aaron asked, looking at Draco's dark circles. "What have you been doing lately?"

"It's none of your business," Draco said simply.

"I'll take him out," Professor Snape said as he walked over. "Would you mind speaking with your headmaster, Malfoy?"

"Of course, Professor."

The two walked out of the office, and a little while later, Harry hurriedly followed them.

He put on the Invisibility Cloak cloak and carefully followed them, but to avoid being discovered, he dared not get too close. Fortunately, the two of them stopped at the end of the corridor.

"Maybe I put a curse on that Bell, maybe I didn't, what's it to you?"

Draco was pinned against the wall by Snape, who said sternly, "I swore an oath to protect you, Unbreakable Vow."

"I don't need anyone to protect me," Draco said, somewhat angrily. "Out of so many people, he only chose me, me."

I won't let him down.

"Are you afraid, Draco?"

You tried to hide it, but it was too obvious. Let me help you.

"No." Draco refused decisively. "Being chosen by him means this Glory is mine."

I have a plan that will succeed, it's just taking a little longer than I expected.

On the first day, Harry was going to spend the Christmas holidays at the Burrow.

Before leaving, he met Aaron in the Potions Classroom and told him what he had heard the previous night.

"What? Say it again?" Aaron stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Harry, asking, "Are you sure you heard the Unbreakable Vow?"

"Shh!" Harry quickly made a shushing gesture. "Keep your voice down. I'm sure I heard correctly. That's what Malfoy and Snape said."

"That's impossible!" Aaron paced back and forth anxiously. "Even if Narcissa wanted Professor Snape to protect Draco, he could have simply agreed. There was no need for him to make Unbreakable Vow!"

"Is it really that shocking?" Harry asked, somewhat puzzled. "What is Unbreakable Vow?"

"You've been in the Magic World for five years, surely you know this basic stuff!" Aaron said with some admiration. "Unbreakable Vow means certain death if it's not fulfilled."

"Is it that serious?"

"It's that serious."

Harry swallowed hard, trying to appear calm, and said, "I'm telling you this just so you know that Malfoy is definitely up to something bad, and Snape knows it; he's helping him."

"That doesn't mean you have to risk your life on the table!"

"Unless he's made up his mind to side with the Dark Lord," Harry said thoughtfully, thinking it was very likely.

In his view, Snape was never a good person, and it was not impossible for him to betray the Phoenix Society like Peter Pettigrew, or perhaps he had never been loyal to the Phoenix Society at all.

"That's even more impossible," Aaron said with absolute certainty. "Professor Snape would never serve the Dark Lord."

"At a time like this, why are you still unwilling to believe Reality Stone!" Harry said anxiously. "Ruquan, I mean Ruquan!"

If the two of them are in cahoots to serve the Dark Lord, then your situation as their friend and student is not so safe.

You know Voldemort; he'll make his move on you sooner or later.

"You only restored his appearance; the agreement between you wasn't that strict."

"What do you want to say?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then said earnestly, "You can officially join the Phoenix Society, with Dumbledore..."

"Come on, give me a break!" Aaron interrupted dismissively. "There's no way I'm going to fall into that trap."

But your safety...

"You can rest assured, I'm safe." Aaron waved his hand dismissively. According to the pact he made with Voldemort, as long as Albus Dumbledore or Harry Potter was still alive, the Death Eater wouldn't lay a hand on him.

"You..." Harry glared at him, exasperated, and said listlessly, "I've told you everything I needed to tell you. Think it over carefully. At least be more wary of them."

"I will."

In the Divine Thunder Hall, Aaron's composure vanished completely, replaced by deep sorrow.

The Thought Form pouring a glass of vodka asked, "Would you like some?"

Aaron didn't stand on ceremony with him, snatched the glass and poured the wine into his mouth.

The strong liquor burned his throat, and the spicy sensation improved his mood slightly.

"The situation seems a little different now." Aaron chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Narcissa is more cautious than I thought. I thought she only contacted me, but it turns out she played a double game."

Unbreakable Vow —this is going to kill Professor Snape!

"It is indeed surprising, but the important question is why Professor Snape made Unbreakable Vow?"

"You and I both know what discretion is, and Professor Snape shouldn't be unaware of it either." The Thought Form muttered, then pulled over a blackboard, picked up chalk, and wrote as it spoke, "First, find out what task Voldemort assigned to Draco."

First, the task is extremely difficult; Narcissa said that even Voldemort was not confident in completing it.

First, Narcissa asked Professor Snape for help and even made Unbreakable Vow, which means that Professor Snape must play a crucial role.

Third, the fact that she took your life to save Draco indicates that the mission was extremely risky; if exposed, there would be a life-threatening situation regardless of success or failure.

"There's a fourth point, and the most important one," Aaron added, pulling out a piece of chalk and writing on the blackboard. "A stone necklace with a deadly curse."

"You also think it's him?" the Thought Form asked.

"Although I spoke highly of him in front of Harry and the others, it doesn't mean I didn't doubt him."

On the contrary, the flawed plan only confirmed my suspicion that it was him, because he wouldn't have malicious intent. "Aaron sighed slightly. We'll talk about that later. The important thing is, what can we conclude from these four points?"

"It's obvious." The Thought Form shrugged and wrote two words in the middle of the blackboard: 'Assassination.' "But who in Hogwarts would be worth Voldemort doing this?"

Aaron Gaius can be ruled out. If he dares to attack us before the terms of the contract are met, we will be annihilated, beyond even Jesus's ability to save us.

Harry Potter can also be ruled out; if it were him, Katie could have given him the package directly from the Three Broomsticks.

Then there's Horace Slughorn, which is quite possible, since he knows Voldemort's secret, a secret that even Dumbledore is very interested in.

"But the possibility isn't very high." The Thought Form pointed to the first point and said, "It's not that I look down on our Potions Class professor, but with his abilities, Voldemort wouldn't be so confident."

In the entire Magic World, there was only one person who could openly give Voldemort a headache: Albus Dumbledore.

"That makes sense now." Aaron said irritably, "Has Voldemort gone mad? Sending a student who hasn't even graduated yet to assassinate his headmaster?"

"Who knows what he was thinking, but it seems there's still a chance of success." The Thought Form then pointed to the second point, "If there were no possibility of success, Professor Snape would never have made Unbreakable Vow."

"He couldn't possibly be working for the Dark Lord, so why would he want to assassinate him?" Aaron asked, puzzled. "It can't be that he doesn't want to live anymore!"

"There's another possibility," the Thought Form said hesitantly. "This is Dumbledore's arrangement. The best way for a double agent to gain the complete trust of one side is to kill the leader of the other side."

Aaron:...