Chapter 612: Undercover, Third Stop: St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wizardry (1/2)

Chapter 612: Undercover, the third stop is St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic

"I need the support of the master's soul power, otherwise it will be difficult to mobilize the power of this world."

"No problem, I will not enter here next, but my clone will cooperate with you.

You two should discuss and try to make this illusory world more perfect." Aaron said, and then took him back to the real world.

"You should be able to come and go freely in my spiritual space, right?"

"As long as the master does not take away the subordinate's permission, the subordinate can enter at any time, but currently cannot bring anything in."

"Improving the regional division of the spiritual space is a long-term task, which is not urgent. It can be done before I become the God of Magic, but there is a short-term task for you to do now."

"Please give your orders, master." Yake said respectfully.

"Currently, the magic world in Britain is controlled by the Dark Lord. I need you to infiltrate the Death Eaters and occupy a high position." Aaron said a little embarrassedly.

He had never thought of planting his own people inside the Death Eaters, after all, the danger level was extremely high, but Acker's magic was just right.

Dark magic, devouring evil thoughts and souls, is there any dark wizard who is more like a dark wizard than him?

"Master, do you want me to go undercover?" Acker said with a strange look.

"Not an ordinary undercover, you have to become the Dark Lord's right-hand man in the shortest possible time, and have a certain say in the upper echelons."

"It's not easy."

"So you need to show yourself." Aaron said seriously, "One-on-one, your strength must crush all the Death Eaters, which is enough to make the Dark Lord pay attention."

Acker's eyes turned, "It's not difficult to get attention, but it's difficult to get trust."

"That's right." Aaron snapped his fingers, copied the memories related to Voldemort from his mind, and transmitted this part of the memory to Acker's mind.

It took a long time for Yak to come back to his senses, "Master, what is your intention in showing me these?"

"Pander to his heart's content.

Voldemort appreciates genius, and you definitely meet the requirements.

He is a half-blood wizard, but he advocates pure blood supremacy, so it's best if you are a pure-blood wizard.

You also have to design a tragic past, and it would be best if he can see his own shadow in you."

Yak suddenly realized, "Master is smart!"

"That's not enough.

He will definitely recruit you, and you can promise to help him, but you can't swear allegiance immediately."

"Why is that?"

"Geniuses are arrogant. If you can't get it, he will appreciate you more, and you can also get some privileges.

After that, you need to show your wisdom and ability, and put forward some constructive suggestions that are beneficial to maintaining the rule of the Dark Lord, but require time.

When necessary, you can kill a few disgusting scum to establish your authority. You can swallow evil thoughts, and you should know who should be killed and who should not be killed."

Hearing this, Yake raised an arc at the corner of his mouth, "I know what to do."

Aaron smiled mysteriously, and then opened a red magic circle in mid-air.

Hua La La!

Countless gold fell from the magic circle, and in the blink of an eye, it piled up into a small mountain.

"Activity funds.

You need a magic wand, you need to learn magic knowledge and history, you need to understand the pattern of the magic world during this period, you need to fabricate your own identity, and you also need a frustrated but bohemian life."

Yak did not refuse, he knew what it meant to be unable to move forward without money.

After putting all the gold coins into his own dark space, Yak bowed respectfully to Aaron and disappeared.

Watching him leave, Aaron felt a little uncomfortable. He wondered if he had been too harsh on Voldemort. Dumbledore might not be as mean as him.

But thinking of Grindelwald's terrifying fighting power, he threw the burden in his heart out of the clouds. A madman who had half a foot in the realm of holy magic was worthy of his serious treatment.

He would definitely win in the end, but making more preparations could also reduce some losses.

"Huh!"

Aaron took a deep breath and took out a gold galleon.

At the same time, in a secluded forest.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron gathered together and listened to the radio patiently.

Names popped out from the radio one after another. These were the half-blood or Muggle-born wizards newly captured by the Ministry of Magic. The three of them looked nervous, afraid of hearing the names of acquaintances.

Fortunately, until the broadcast ended, they didn't hear that anyone they knew was killed or taken to Azkaban.

"How long will this last?" Ron said tiredly, "I'm really afraid that one day I'll hear my parents' names."

"They'll be fine, they won't be." Harry comforted, and at the same time comforted himself.

"Wait a minute." Hermione showed surprise and took a Galleon from her neck. The number on it changed, "Aaron sent a message."

"Thank God, there is finally news." Ron was relieved, "I hope the locket is still in Gandalf's hands, otherwise we have waited for so many days in vain."

"Didn't we decide to find the sword of Gryffindor?" Harry said.

"Planning and action are two different things. The fact is that we are still standing still."

"Stop arguing." Hermione glared at the two of them fiercely, and then began to communicate with each other over a long distance.

"Well... did you find the Horcrux?"

"Can you not talk about the Horcrux first?" Aaron laughed dumbly, "I haven't contacted you for more than a week, you should at least care about me!"

"Shouldn't you care about me first?" Hermione chuckled.

"Okay, I'll ask you first, how have you been these days?"

"What do you think?

We are chased by Death Eaters wherever we go, and we have to change places every few days.

What about you? You were in Hogwarts, and those Death Eaters didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

"Don't worry, they don't dare." Aaron said confidently. He had already beaten Amycus Carrow, and as long as their brains were not burned out, they would not make trouble for no reason.

"Ask my sister."

"Ginny."

Ron and Harry spoke almost at the same time, smiling at each other tacitly.

Hermione rolled her eyes at them in annoyance, but still asked for them, after all, she wanted to know.

"Are Ginny, Neville, Luna and the others okay?"

"For now, they are fine. As long as they behave themselves, the Death Eaters have no reason to punish them.

But you also know that they are not people of rules, and it is only a matter of time before they make mistakes."

"What did he say?" Ron asked nervously.

"It's OK now, but it's hard to say in the future." Hermione said in a deep voice, "But he is also in Hogwarts, he should be able to protect them."

"I hope so!" Harry said helplessly. They are now in danger and can't do anything except worry. They can only rely on Aaron.

"Let's talk about business." Hermione continued to ask, "Have you found Slytherin's locket?"

"Found it." Aaron said nonsense seriously, "Gandalf noticed that the thing was not simple, but he just thought it was an ordinary dark magic item. If I hadn't asked, he wouldn't have thought about the Horcrux."

"Found it." Hermione said excitedly to the two, "It's in Gandalf's hands."

"Hurry up and ask Gandalf if he has destroyed the Horcrux." Harry said anxiously.

Hermione nodded and asked immediately.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, but decided not to let them know that Gandalf could destroy the Horcrux. After all, delaying time is also one of his goals.

"No, Gandalf does not have the ability to destroy the Horcrux.

After all, the locket is a relic of Salazar Slytherin and has powerful magic that is difficult to destroy. Moreover, the awakening of Voldemort's soul fragment at a critical moment makes the Horcrux even more indestructible.

It may require special methods or special props to destroy it."

Hermione showed a hint of disappointment in her eyes and turned to explain the situation to Harry and Ron.

"Gryffindor's sword." Harry gritted his teeth, "We must find it."

"But Dumbledore didn't tell you where the sword is." Ron said depressedly.

"Godric's Hollow." Harry said, "That's the most likely place. We'll set off after we rest."

"But..."

"Be quiet." Hermione interrupted their conversation, "Can we talk later?"

"I have good news for you." Aaron continued.

"What good news?"

"Gandalf will help you."

"What?" Hermione stood up in surprise, feeling overwhelmed at the same time. "You mean Gandalf will help us find the Horcruxes."

"You can say that I had to work hard to convince him." Aaron said patiently, "You will be much more relaxed with his help."

"When will Gandalf come?"

"In a day or two! He needs to prepare some things."

"Okay, I got it."

After hanging up the phone, Hermione couldn't hide her excitement, but Harry and Ron's expressions were a little unnatural.

They couldn't hear Aaron's voice, but Hermione didn't avoid them when she spoke. Even if she was slow to react, she understood that an old wizard would join them.

"Gandalf." Ron murmured, "Can he be trusted?"

"He can be trusted." Harry said, "But he is so old after all."

"Dumbledore is not young either." Hermione said dissatisfiedly, "It is a timely rain to have a reliable reinforcement at this time."

"That's not what I meant, but..." Harry hesitated, "My wanted posters are posted everywhere now, it will be dangerous to follow me."

"That's what you are worried about?" Hermione was speechless, "Gandalf got the Horcrux and tried to destroy it. This behavior is simply declaring war on You-Know-Who, and it is a fight to the death. How can he care about the risk of helping you?

Besides, Aaron had invited him with great difficulty, so I was embarrassed to refuse him. "

"Okay!" Harry nodded with a wry smile, "It's just a day or two, just wait."

On the other side, Aaron put away the gold Galleons used for communication, folded up the tent and put it into his backpack.

"I have already notified you in advance, and now it's time to go to the next stop."

......

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Wizardry.

Aaron changed into the image of Gandalf and walked in openly.

"Hello, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" asked the receptionist in the waiting area.

"I am just here to visit two old friends." 'Gandalf' said in a kind tone.

"Who are you going to visit?" The receptionist was a little embarrassed, "This is my first time meeting you, so there are some things I need to understand clearly.

If it is convenient, please fill out a form first, leave your identity information and the identity of the patient you want to visit, so that I can take you to the corresponding ward. "

"I remember that there were no such cumbersome rules before! ”

“This is the new rule of the Ministry of Magic, mainly for strangers, please understand.”

‘Gandalf’ thought, “Is it to confirm the wizard’s bloodline again? I didn’t expect that they have already reached out to the hospital!”

The receptionist’s face changed slightly, and she remained silent to indicate her agreement.

“Don’t think too much, I will cooperate as I should.” ‘Gandalf’ smiled and walked up to the receptionist, looking directly into her eyes.

A purple light flashed in his eyes, and the receptionist was stunned for a moment, then put down the form in her hand, as if she had changed into a different person, becoming extremely enthusiastic.

“Mr. Gandalf, please come this way, the dean will be very happy to know that you are here.”

“No need to notify him, he is busy, and I am busy too.

I am in a hurry, I will leave after visiting the patient, don’t disturb me during this period.”

“Okay, sir. "

After passing the waiting area, 'Gandalf' walked up the stairs with a cane.

The first floor is the Instrument Accident Department, the second floor is the Biological Injury Department, the third floor is the Strange Bacteria Infection Department, the fourth floor is the Pharmacy and Plant Poisoning Department, and he didn't stop until the fifth floor was the Spell Injury Department.

Arriving at a permanent ward, Aaron pushed the door open and closed it quietly.

There were two beds in the room, a man and a woman were lying on the beds in a daze, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

"Who are you?" An old woman in a robe, holding a red handbag, and wearing a hat with an eagle specimen asked vigilantly.

"Augusta Longbottom?

You are Neville's grandmother. You are here to prove that I am in the right place. "

"Who are you?" Augusta asked again, with one hand pulling out the wand, "I have never seen you before. There are only my son and daughter-in-law in this ward. You can't be here to visit them. "

"How do you say it? "Gandalf frowned slightly, and his blue eyes looked at Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom on the bed.

"I'm here for them."

"Are you kidding?" Augusta cursed angrily, "My son and daughter-in-law have suffered unspeakable trauma. They will not pose a threat to anyone. Can't they just lie in bed and spend the rest of their lives?"

"Okay, Mrs. Longbottom." Gandalf pressed his hand, "You may have misunderstood something. I don't mean to harm them.

In addition, you'd better keep your voice down, which is good for both of us.

Forget it, I'll do it myself!"

Gandalf knocked on the floor with the staff in his hand, and the pure white energy instantly spread out and enveloped the entire ward.

"You, what did you do?"

"Don't worry, it's just a small barrier.

No sound in the ward can be transmitted, and people outside the ward will only see you here talking to yourself with your son and daughter-in-law. "