Death of the Voldemort King

The black Wand swept across Voldemort's neck.

A flash of silver light disappeared in an instant, followed by a line of blood that was almost black.

Voldemort left behind a meaningful smile, his body vanishing like sand, leaving only a tattered set of clothes.

"Phew!" Aaron took a deep breath. "It's finally over."

"Is he... dead?" Harry asked, mustering his courage.

"Probably!" Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead with slightly trembling hands and collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

After all, it was his first time killing someone. Although the person he killed was utterly wicked and had designs on him, he was clearly not mentally prepared enough.

It felt great to take action; after planning for so long, we finally succeeded.

But after taking action, he felt a wave of fear and disgust. After all, Voldemort's end was too tragic; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was completely wiped out. This left him with some psychological trauma.

"This is too cruel." Hermione frowned as she looked at the pile of broken pieces on the ground.

"You have to face Reality Stone. If I hadn't acted just now, we would be the ones who died," Aaron said slowly, his voice low but his attitude resolute.

"That's right."

A hoarse voice came from the debris, and wisps of black energy condensed together, forming a phantom-like and terrifying black shadow floating in mid-air.

Holy crap!

They won't die.

Aaron immediately shuddered and, along with Harry and the other two, shakily retreated towards the corner of the wall.

"No, you've already killed me once."

"I'm weak, weaker than Ghost, but I won't die so easily." The shadowy figure looked at Aaron with reddened eyes. "How did it feel to kill someone for the first time?"

Isn't it incredibly wonderful? So captivating that you can't tear yourself away?

"Gollum!" Aaron swallowed. "No, I just don't want to try it a second time."

"That's not necessarily true."

"Dumbledore will be back soon," Harry said anxiously, his tone threatening. "If I were you, I'd be out of here right now."

"You're right, I can't stay in this state for long, but I can give you a gift before I leave." Voldemort said meaningfully, then quickly rushed towards the four.

The combination of the Black Mist Group's body, crimson eyes, and face devoid of any distinguishing features, barely visible in the firelight, cast a shadow over the hearts of the group.

"Incendio!"

Aaron acted decisively, raising his Wand and unleashing a burst of fire.

But the shadowy figure passed through the flames without any hindrance, bypassed Abei who was blocking its way, and passed right through his chest.

Aaron's vision went black, he felt dizzy and the world was spinning, and he gradually closed his eyes.

As he fell, he vaguely saw three Gryffindor with terrified expressions, yet still standing. He couldn't help but feel a tightness in his chest. Why was he the only one who was injured?

A day later, Aaron blinked and looked at the somewhat familiar ceiling and floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the open space in front of his bed, where a neatly dressed, adorable creature was dozing off to his right.

"I'm still alive. Looks like I'm lucky."

"You're certainly lucky," Snape's voice came from the right. "You only had a fright, but it gave you a wonderful dream."

"Professor, what are you doing here?" Aaron turned his head, but was quickly stunned.

Snape wasn't there to visit him. He was also lying in bed, but he wasn't in such a bad state. One of his arms was wrapped in thick bandages, which made his face look even colder.

"Are you injured?"

"What do you think?" Snape countered. "Voldemort is a powerful figure on par with Dumbledore. Under normal circumstances, we are no match for him."

He used Quirrell's body to unleash a portion of his power, and even pushed himself to the limit, engaging us in a face-to-face battle with an attitude of "no gain without sacrifice." It's already quite an achievement that we won a pyrrhic victory.

Aaron's lips twitched, and he was somewhat speechless.

A Pyrrhic victory? Was it really a Pyrrhic victory?

When Voldemort cornered us, you and Professor McGonagall didn't do a single thing; you must have been knocked unconscious.

If it's a Pyrrhic victory, then it's Voldemort's Pyrrhic victory.

He dragged his half-dead body and fought his way to victory against the two deans. Although he was also on the verge of death and there was absolutely no way to save him, otherwise he would never have let go of the opportunity to seize the Philosopher's Stone.

"There's something off about your expression!"

Is she questioning what I said?

No, absolutely not.

But... Professor, are you sure it was a Pyrrhic victory, and not a narrow defeat?

"When it was a Pyrrhic victory."

Although we lost consciousness, the final magic separated his spirit from his body, posing no threat whatsoever. But do you think you'd still be alive?

Aaron sensed the satisfaction of revenge in Snape's cold expression, and could tell he was particularly pleased, so he reluctantly accepted the answer.

"Where is Professor McGonagall? Is she alright?"

"I'm here."

The voice came from Aaron's left. He instinctively turned his head and saw Professor McGonagall, whose arm was wrapped in bandages, just like Snape's.

"Professor McGonagall, it looks like you're badly injured too!"

"It's just a minor injury to the hand that holds the Wand, but Madam Pomfrey doesn't see it that way. She thinks we need to rest for a couple of days."

Professor Snape probably succumbed to his illness by now.

"Then what are you still doing lying here?"

Do you need a bed?

"In the Hospital Wing, you have to listen to the doctor."

"Besides, being hospitalized isn't without its advantages. The Gryffindor and Slytherin House affairs have been temporarily handled by the headmaster, so it's a rare moment of relaxation!" Professor McGonagall said, sitting up and picking up a newspaper from the table, which she then began to read with great interest.

Aaron then noticed that the table next to the two deans was piled high with gifts, including chocolates, fine wines, and fresh seafood.

On his table, there were only a few bunches of fresh hibiscus, nothing else.

That hurts!

This is so hurtful! Even though I'm not as popular as you guys, the difference shouldn't be this huge!

"What did you say?" Snape sneered. "Actually, you're more popular than us. Students, teachers, and staff from all four houses have come to see you. The two of us are more like byproducts."

But who told you to keep a pet with such a huge appetite? Even dragons aren't as greedy as it.

Upon hearing this, Aaron looked thoughtfully at Abei, who was dozing off.

Then he pressed the faucet hard, waking Abei from his sleep.

The Holy Dragon, whose sweet dream was interrupted, was a bit grumpy when he woke up. He flapped his claws and slapped Aaron's hand away.

Just as it bared its teeth, preparing to roar, it saw its owner's unfriendly face.

Abei's expression changed instantly. He put on a silly and cute look and immediately pounced into Aaron's arms, rubbing his dragon face against Aaron's chest.

"Hagrid's Fantastic Beasts are no exaggeration," Snape remarked.

"Stop messing around, get down here." Aaron grabbed Abei and put him in front of him, then pointed to the table where only fresh food remained. "Don't tell me you've ruined everything edible."

I'm not upset about the gifts; I just feel that you, Juxing, didn't leave anything for your master, me.

Abei paused for a moment, then stretched out its paw and started rummaging through its pocket.

Chocolates, fruits, candies, and all sorts of snacks were laid out on the table, soon piling up into a small mountain, more than the two professors combined.

"This..." Aaron paused for a moment, then chuckled and patted its head. "That's more like it! I understand."

"The Undetectable Extension Charm." Professor McGonagall's mouth dropped open in surprise. "You used that charm on a pet's clothes?"

"It's not your average pet," Aaron said with a smile, stroking the Petting Dragon. "It's family; it's been with me since it hatched from the egg."

My parents loved it very much and prepared a lot of things for it, even making special recipes for it.

"Aaron, what kind of creature is it?" Professor McGonagall asked with a serious expression.

"This... can I not tell you?"

"Cannot.

"You might not know, but Hagrid was expelled from Hogwarts because he kept a Fantastic Beasts as a pet," Professor McGonagall said earnestly. "I don't mean anything by it, I just want you to understand the seriousness of the situation."

"But Abei is different," Aaron argued. "If it hadn't ambushed Voldemort at the crucial moment, you and Professor Snape would probably have suffered much more than just a broken arm."

In other words, it indirectly helped you, and even saved you.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, looking at the white pet in Aaron's arms, but she was speechless.

This Fantastic Beasts, which resembled a dragon, delivered a message to them and helped them greatly in the battle. On a grander scale, it was even one of the main contributors to preventing Voldemort's resurrection.

Professor McGonagall herself felt a little embarrassed that she would cling to its identity after the crisis had passed.

"Actually, we didn't want to make things difficult for you, and we could have pretended not to know anything." Snape gave Aaron a deep look. "But Dumbledore already knows."

He's the headmaster of Hogwarts, and it's his responsibility to find out the identity of this Fantastic Beasts and... its danger, so you need to give him an explanation.