Chapter 607 The Value of the Underworld, Pulling Aberforth Dumbledore on Board (1/2)

Chapter 607 The value of the underworld, pulling Aberforth Dumbledore on board

"Do you think I will help you if you say that?" Aberforth sneered, "I am old, but I am not senile. I will not join the team against the mysterious man just because of your words."

"Are you still not satisfied with the price I offered?"

"The only thing that can impress me is that bottle of potion, but you obviously won't give it to me."

"It is indeed a bit troublesome." Aaron thought for a while, hesitantly gritted his teeth, "What if I can let you meet Ariana?"

Aberforth was stunned for a moment, "What are you kidding? My sister has been dead for almost a century.

I know that your Gaius family has a deep foundation and countless treasures, but it is nonsense to resurrect a person who has been dead for nearly a hundred years."

"It's not resurrection, I don't have that ability, but it's still possible to let you meet."

"Are you serious?" Aberforth asked in doubt.

"I have a piece of Hades, which is soil from the underworld.

Using a special summoning ritual, plus the deceased's relics or bones as a guide, the soul of the deceased can be extradited back to the world in a short time." Aaron patiently explained to Aberforth, "The deceased will not have the troubles or diseases of her life. She will only be an ordinary fourteen-year-old witch.

You can talk to her and chat, but she will still return to the underworld when the time comes."

Aberforth looked at Aaron in surprise, and his heart was also moved.

Ariana has always been a regret in his heart. If he can meet her, he can at least say sorry, and a belated apology is better than no apology.

But he did not agree immediately. If he insisted, the price might go up.

The contract signed by Aaron and Voldemort made him very eager for the strong, and he thought he was not weak in strength. He was also a master among the great magicians, and even Voldemort could survive more than a dozen rounds.

"Don't agree?" Aaron frowned slightly, "That's right, it's been almost a century, I guess you've let it go.

Sorry to bother you, just pretend I haven't been here today!"

"Wait." Aberforth hurriedly stopped him, "How do I know if you're lying to me?"

Aaron's mouth raised an arc, and he finally took the bait!

"We can make a contract. The contract of the Gaius family is absolutely fair and just. I can guarantee that every word I say is true."

Aberforth hesitated for a moment, "Can I only see one dead person?"

"You're too greedy!" Aaron couldn't help rolling his eyes, "You've lived for more than a hundred years, and there must be a lot of dead people you want to see, father, mother, teacher, relatives and friends, etc.

But I only have one piece of the underworld, and I have to pay a lot of price to get it. At most, I can only let you see one dead person."

"I understand." Aberforth took a deep breath, "Make a contract!"

Aaron nodded gently, took out his wand and wrote more than ten lines of scarlet words in the air.

Aberforth frowned after reading it.

"I have to obey your orders within a year?"

"To be exact, it's not a year, but before Voldemort is eliminated.

Just in case, I adjusted the time a little later, and the remaining time after Voldemort is eliminated will naturally be invalid.

And I won't let you do anything that makes you feel embarrassed. You have the right not to participate in plans that have nothing to do with fighting Voldemort.

In other words, this is not a master-servant contract, or even an equal contract. The value it can play depends on the character of both of us."

"Won't you suffer a loss?" Aberforth said playfully.

"The strong always have privileges." Aaron said bluntly, "A great wizard deserves such respect. If you were a wizard, I might not be so easy to talk to."

"Quite honest." Aberforth smiled.

"By the way, I'd like to ask, what level are you among the great mages?"

"High-level." Aberforth said somewhat proudly, "But I'm old after all, and I haven't fought with anyone for a long time, so the combat power I can exert is only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary mid-level great mages."

"Hiss!" Aaron took a breath of cold air. He thought Aberforth was at most a mid-level great mages, but he didn't expect him to be so hidden. This time he really made a profit.

"Are you surprised?"

"Somewhat, you are much better than I thought."

"Albus Dumbledore is too good. He always attracts everyone's attention. Who would notice his brothers and sisters in this situation?

I admit that I am not as good as Albus, but I have also fought with Grindelwald several times. If I am really a mediocre person, the grass on my grave will definitely grow taller than you."

Aaron:......

That makes sense. I was speechless.

Aberforth continued to look at the rest of the contract, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"You will only hand over the underworld to me after you destroy Voldemort?"

"One hand pays the money, the other hand delivers the goods, very fair!" Aaron said confidently, "The first one is that I give you the greatest respect, and the second one I have to leave some protection for myself!

At the same time, this is also a pressure on you. Don't die before destroying Voldemort. You can't find Ariana in the underworld."

"Little fox."

"You are too kind. Compared with Albus Dumbledore, I am a scumbag." Aaron said shyly, "The last one is the punishment for the defaulter, and he will bear the Cruciatus Curse for an hour.

Then can we sign it?"

Aberforth stretched out his finger, drew a few strokes in the air, and left his name.

"The contract is done." Aaron said with satisfaction, "Next, I will announce the first thing you are going to do."

"So impatient?"

"Of course, time is precious." Aaron smiled meaningfully, and then took out a silver-black key from his pocket.

Feeling the looming magic on the key, Aberforth also realized that it was a portkey, "Where are you sending me?"

"Hogwarts, my secret base.

It's very safe, with sufficient housing and food.

I left a clone and two contracted tools there, I hope you won't be surprised when you see them."

Aberforth was silent for a moment, "Tell me what your purpose is?"

"It's simple, to protect Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"You can't protect yourself, and you still have the time to care about Hogwarts?"

"As long as I follow my plan, Voldemort is nothing at all. I am preparing for the future." Aaron said seriously, "It will be a great contribution to Hogwarts, and it will be much easier for me to be the principal in the future."

Hearing this, Aberforth blinked blankly.

"What? Being the headmaster?" Aberforth looked at Aaron in astonishment, "Are you crazy? You are the only heir of the Gaius family!"

"It doesn't matter. I am a special heir.

As long as I get married and have children, I have the right to quit and enjoy life to my heart's content. Hogwarts is the nursing home I carefully selected."

Aberforth was confused and numb.

It is incredible that the heir of an ancient wizard family would have such an idea.

But when he thought that he was still running a bar in Hogsmeade, he didn't have the face to judge Aaron. At least being a headmaster is more promising than being a bar owner.

"In Slytherin, you are also a rare flower."

"I am definitely better than Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster." Aaron said confidently, "In addition, I just said to keep it confidential and don't tell others."

"I still have some sense of propriety." Aberforth said with a smile. If he said it out, few people would believe it.

Aaron put the key in Aberforth's hand, and he looked at his bar and activated the magic on it.

After a dizzy moment, Aberforth arrived at the center of the Shenming Temple.

"What kind of secret base can be built like this?" Aberforth widened his eyes in disbelief, "What kind of secret base can be built like this?"

"Of course it's Aaron Gaius's secret base." The thought body came over, "Good afternoon, Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore, I didn't expect that the original body could actually invite you here."

"You are? How did you get here?"

"It's funny, I didn't leave here." The thought body shrugged lightly and simply explained to Aberforth the relationship between him and the original body.

"A clone, a real clone with thoughts?" Aberforth's expression twitched, and a feeling of envy and jealousy surged in his heart.

Why didn't he know this magic in the first place? If the clone completed his studies and the original body took care of Ariana, maybe such a tragedy would not have happened.

"Don't be envious. Don't be so fanciful at your age.

Before introducing my secret base, I should let you know something first." The thought body said, and then took out a green memory bottle and extracted some of the silver substance in it into the meditation basin.

"Whose memory is this?"

"Professor Snape's." The thought body said in a deep voice, "Albus Dumbledore assigned you the task of helping Harry when necessary, but he certainly didn't tell you all the plans.

You are the sixth person to have seen this memory, except for me and Clea from Darwin, who is also my girlfriend..."

"Besides Granger, do you have other girlfriends?" Aberforth asked the thought body with a look of astonishment.

"There are currently three, and they all know." The thought body said a little embarrassedly.

"Great, you're on three boats at once." Aberforth said sarcastically, "Aren't you afraid of capsizing?"

"Correction, I'm on three boats at once.

It's impossible for me to capsize, I'm absolutely confident of that."

"Are young people playing so hard now?" Aberforth couldn't help but feel abandoned by the times, "I didn't have your courage when I was young."

"I can't help it. I can only blame my damn charm that has nowhere to go." The thought body said without blushing, "I could have made a living by relying on my face, but I had no choice but to choose talent.

But later I found that choosing talent and making a living by relying on face are not contradictory, but more conducive to making a living by relying on face."

Aberforth:......

"Your thick skin is the only one I have ever seen in my life."

"Can I understand it as a compliment?" The thought body said seriously, "The education I received since childhood told me that only thick skin can make a living in society."

"Well... in a sense, the education you received is really not wrong."

"I have always thought so, but that is not important. What is important is whether you still want to read this memory?"

"Of course I want to read it." Aberforth walked to the front of the Pensieve, slowly put his head into the basin, and entered Snape's memory.

The memory he saw was exactly the same as that seen by Sirius, Lupin and Moody, with only two short conversations, but his performance after exiting the Pensieve was much calmer.

"Albus and Snape, huh, I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

"You don't seem surprised."

"Do you think I've lived for more than a hundred years in vain? My experience is not comparable to yours."

"That's not necessarily true." The Thought Body curled his lips in disdain. He had been to two different worlds after all. Although the time was shorter, his experience was definitely no less than Aberforth.

"Dumbledore has other plans, right?"

"Yes, there is another part, but I don't intend to let you know.

Your feelings for Dumbledore are very complicated. Knowing the last part before the time comes may have some adverse effects on my plan."

"I'm not so impulsive." Aberforth said dissatisfiedly.

"I believe it, but I won't bet." The Thought Body had no expression on his face.

Aberforth could hate Albus for his sister's death for the rest of his life. If he knew that Voldemort's killing of Harry was also part of the plan, who knows what this powerful wizard would think?

Maybe he would just laugh it off, or he might yell at Albus for not doing his job. It is not impossible that he would not work hard when he is in a bad mood.

"Snape knows this place, right?"

"I took him on a tour a few days ago, and I didn't use a contract to restrict him."

"Yeah!"

"Aaron, did you bring anyone here again?" Sirius walked out from the inside of the huge stone statue of Slytherin, looking at Aberforth inexplicably, "It feels a little familiar!"

"Of course you feel familiar." The thought body said with a smile, "This is Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's younger brother."

"Dumbledore's... younger brother?" Sirius was stunned for a moment, and his eyes revealed a clear stupidity, "He actually has a younger brother?"

"Is it strange? I didn't know Regulus was your younger brother a few months ago."

"But this... this is too sudden!" Sirius scratched his head, "Wait, this is a good thing, with Aberforth joining us, we have a powerful helper."

"I remember you were supposed to be dead? How did he save you?" Aberforth asked curiously.

"Well... I was just faking my death, and he saved me from the brink of death.

In addition to me, he also saved Mad-Eye, who is here too."

"It seems that you are kinder than I thought."

"Then you really think too much, but I don't mind you thinking the best of me.

Sirius, next, please introduce the Temple of the Gods to Aberforth, and tell him the purpose of this secret base."