A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Aren't you a Parsleyan? You should be able to control basilisks too, right?"

“Hahaha…” Riddle burst into maniacal laughter, his expression turning particularly ferocious. “Parsleyan can’t help you. It only obeys me, and the Slytherin heir with Salazar’s blood.”

The basilisk abandoned Aaron and swooped down, dragging its green body.

"There are many obstacles!"

Hermione cast several Barrier Charms in succession, but the pale golden light that struck the basilisk was deflected away.

Even though she conjured some protruding stones on the floor, she couldn't stop the rampaging basilisk; she could only slow it down a bit.

“You have some talent, but basilisks are top-tier magical creatures. With your current magic, you can only delay your deaths by a few seconds,” Riddle explained gleefully. Having finally escaped the diary, watching these young wizards struggle in despair was a kind of amusement.

"What do we do?" Ron said incoherently. "We don't have Aaron's exaggerated close combat abilities."

"Let's get Ginny through this round first," Hermione said, but she wasn't sure what to do as the green snake head drew closer.

Harry wanted to say something more, but then a few lights flickered inside the House Hat, and he reached in with his right hand as if possessed, pulling out a gleaming silver sword with a red gem the size of an egg on its hilt.

Unlike the longsword in Aaron's hand, Harry's sword was slightly thinner. Although sharp, it looked more luxurious and seemed more like it was prepared for a duel.

“Alright!” Harry composed himself, and thinking about Aaron’s performance just now, a surge of courage welled up in his heart.

Hermione and Aaron's performance just now proved that their current level of magic is not enough to deal with this giant snake that has lived for thousands of years, but melee weapons can still harm it.

Moreover, the basilisk is now severely damaged, so a desperate attempt might just kill it.

"Let me try. You guys stay far away for a bit."

“Are you crazy?” Ron asked in astonishment.

Harry didn't answer, but simply assumed a position, facing directly at the gaping maw filled with venom and blood.

"Abe!"

Aaron shouted, and a dragon's roar, like heavenly music, reached everyone's ears.

The three-meter-tall holy dragon, radiating a white holy glow, pressed down on the basilisk's head with one claw, forcing it to stop a few meters in front of Harry.

Harry stared at the dragon so close to him, momentarily stunned.

Hermione and Ron were also dumbfounded. They had seen Abel transform last year, but back then it was only a little over a meter tall, nothing like it is now.

Roar!

Abe roared, his two dragon claws pressing against the basilisk's upper and lower jaws. A white magic circle appeared in front of him, ready to send a dragon's breath into the basilisk's body.

Abe was confident that, although the basilisk was several times larger than him, this attack would definitely cook it.

However, the next moment, Aaron spoke in a low voice: Don't kill it yet. If you kill it, I'll have to face Voldemort in his younger form.

I can't beat him now, and even with you, Fox, and the others in the secret room, it would probably be tough.

I need time to prepare. Also, go find Riddle's diary, but don't act rashly; it concerns our lives.

Abe paused slightly, swallowed the flame that was about to come to its mouth, and then flapped its wings and used its sharp claws to cut a long gash on the basilisk's body.

A painful hissing sound rang out, and the basilisk writhed in agony, thus saving Harry and his friends from being devoured.

"What are you standing there for? Get away from here while you can!" Aaron reminded him irritably.

Harry nodded hastily and followed Ron and Hermione, taking the ice-cold Ginny with him, and hid behind a snake pillar at the entrance.

"Was that dragon language just now?" Riddle said with some surprise. "You are indeed exceptionally talented, and you even have a magical dragon by your side."

"You flatter me. After all, we are a wizarding family with a history of thousands of years. We do have some heritage." Aaron waved his hand, pretending not to care as he glanced at the two glowing black magic crystals on the hilt of the sword, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"I'm curious, that dragon was able to kill the basilisk just now, so why did you stop it?"

“Because… it’s fair.” Aaron said in a serious tone, “You said that I’m just like you, willing to do anything to achieve my goals, but there are some bottom lines that I still have to stick to.”

You could have easily killed Harry and the others just now, but you didn't. Even though the Basilisk was at a huge disadvantage, you refrained from making a move.

You can keep your promise, and I'll naturally have to make this duel seem fair as well.

"Hmph!" Riddle's lips curled up slightly as he chuckled, "You are worthy of your noble bloodline. I knew I hadn't misjudged you."

Aaron Gaius, if you can defeat the basilisk, I can spare your life today. It would be a shame for someone like you to die.

"Just wait! After I rule the magical world, I will definitely pay you a visit. I hope you will make a wiser choice then."

Aaron: ......

I'm inexplicably flattered!

Indeed, arrogant people are easier to fool.

Chapter 193 Slaying the Serpent: A Thrilling Game

Riddle hissed as the basilisk crawled in front of him and coiled around him.

It held its head high, flicking its forked tongue, its black eye sockets filled with flesh and blood, looking incredibly ferocious in the dim light.

"Take a good sniff and remember this scent."

Go, kill him.

The basilisk opened its mouth, which was filled with a mixture of blood and venom, and its head dropped rapidly.

Aaron dodged in a panic, but instead of retaliating, he guided the basilisk to circle around the secret chamber.

As he ran, his longsword slashed across the floor, the sharp blade sparking brilliantly as it scraped against the rocks.

The basilisk lunged again and again, but thanks to his superhuman physical abilities, Aaron always managed to dodge it with incredible skill, without even breaking a sweat.

At this moment, Aaron's admiration for Hogg Gaius was like a surging river, never-ending.

Although the training was tiring and the soaking in those medicinal baths was painful, this physique is truly wonderful!

Having lost its eyes, the basilisk could not effectively find its targets and could only launch wide-range attacks by following its scent. Its body, which was dozens of feet long, twisted and turned, and black blood seeped into the ground as it moved.

But it doesn't care about the physical pain and the large amount of blood loss, as if it has inexhaustible strength before killing its target.

A dozen minutes later, it broke most of the pillars in the secret room, and sweat beaded on Aaron's forehead.

“Gaius, is all you can do is run away?” Riddle sneered.

"The drawing is almost finished, and a good amount of the basilisk's blood has been drawn." Aaron leaned on his sword, standing on the right foot of the Salazar Slytherin statue.

Although his chest was heaving and his breathing was quickening, his eyes gleamed with excitement.

A massive magic circle slowly took shape below, the basilisk's blood seeping into the circle, adding a touch of chilling coldness, but also enhancing its power.

Hearing this irrelevant answer, Riddle seemed to be deep in thought.

A moment later, he also noticed the pattern on the ground and frowned slightly, because he was standing at the very core of the magic circle.

A hissing sound came from his mouth, and the basilisk stopped its attack, but its head turned towards Aaron, secretly locking onto its target.

Is this your plan?

"I suppose so!" Aaron said proudly. "This is my masterpiece to date. With the added blessing of the basilisk's blood, this magic circle has surpassed the advanced level and barely reached the ultimate level."

"I'm surprised. There are still people using magic circles to fight these days?" Riddle said meaningfully. "You're wasting your talent. Magic circles have been obsolete for hundreds of years!"

“It might take longer.” Aaron shrugged and said with some helplessness, “To be honest, I don’t understand why my tutor had to teach me this.”

Elemental magic circles have corresponding spells, such as the Fire Spell and the Water Spell. The same applies to non-elemental magic circles. For example, there are spells corresponding to spatial magic circles such as Apparition, Portkey, and Floo Powder. Spells corresponding to summoning magic circles include the Summoning Spell and the Dragon Summoning Spell. There are even more spells corresponding to defensive magic circles, such as the Ironclad Spell and the Guardian Spell, and so on.

As for magic circles related to the soul, they are even more difficult to create, while the Soul-Stealing Spell is much simpler and just as effective at capturing divine thoughts.

However, magic circles also have their advantages; they can maximize a wizard's potential, unleashing power several times stronger than spells.

Riddle raised an eyebrow and sighed softly, "In a real battle, your enemy won't give you a chance to prepare."

"Just practice more, and as long as you're skilled enough, you can do it instantly."

Moreover, the wonders of magic circles may not be inferior to those of spells; I don't think this is a waste of talent.

“That makes sense,” Ridell clapped his hands. “You’ve really surprised me!”

However, you've overlooked some important points. In the face of an absolute difference in strength, even a magic circle won't help you.

"really.

"You are a Grand Mage, while I am merely a novice Grand Mage. Even if I could increase my attack power several levels through this magic circle, it would only pose a threat to you, and not a fatal one at that."

"It's good to know that everything you've done is meaningless."

"Not necessarily."

“I’ll be watching, but you’ll have to survive first,” Riddle said, looking at the basilisk and speaking in parseine language.

The basilisk opened its massive jaws and lunged forward, this time with a particularly clear target.

Aaron immediately assumed a fighting stance, holding his longsword horizontally in front of him, and frantically channeled his magical energy into the hilt of the sword as if it were free.

Just as the basilisk's fangs were about to pierce Aaron's body, the third magic crystal at the hilt of the sword emitted a dazzling light.

Swish!

A sharp silver light suddenly flashed, cutting through the darkness of the secret room.

The basilisk stopped in front of Aaron, making indistinct sounds, but remained motionless.

Riddle opened his mouth in astonishment, and couldn't help but shiver. Just now, he had actually felt a deadly threat. That fleeting light had the power to annihilate his soul.

The next moment, the basilisk's enormous body was split in two, with a remarkably clean cut.

Black blood gushed out, exposing large amounts of flesh and white bones to the air.

"vomit!!!"

Harry and his two companions, who were watching from a distance, felt nauseous upon seeing this scene and uncontrollably vomited up their breakfast and lunch.

After all, they were only thirteen years old. Although they were quite experienced, they had never seen such a grand scene before.

"Huh?" Aaron curled his lip in disgust. "You three have such poor mental fortitude. It's just a corpse, is it really that big of a deal?"

“How could it not be?” Ron’s face was pale, and his legs were trembling uncontrollably. “A normal person would throw up if they saw this! This is much more terrifying than Aragog.”

Harry and Hermione nodded in agreement, and at that moment they suddenly felt a little envious of Ginny.

Being half-dead is terrifying, but at least you don't have to worry about it, and you don't have to live in fear like they do.

"You still need to work on your courage!" Aaron shook his head dismissively. He hadn't wasted his vacation time.