A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“I… I don’t need your approval,” Pettigrew said meekly, then suddenly swung his wand.

A crimson pillar of fire erupted forth. Aaron raised an eyebrow, making no move, letting the flames strike his body.

“Flames won’t work, it’s the insect tail,” Little Barty reminded him. “Gaius seems to be immune to flames.”

Before he could finish speaking, Aaron swallowed the raging flames into his mouth.

It didn't taste very good, but it did help restore some of my strength.

"Faint and fall to the ground!" Little Star immediately changed to a different spell.

Aaron calmly waved his wand, shooting out clusters of pale red orbs of light, and exchanged blows with Peter Pettigrew.

The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and neither used any powerful spells, just like an ordinary wizard duel.

And that was indeed the case. Pettigrew had been tortured by Aaron with the Cruciatus Curse several times, and he had developed a fear of Aaron. He didn't want to confront him directly at all, and only wanted to stall him to complete Voldemort's mission.

Aaron was happy to act, partly to reduce the consumption of magic power, and partly to buy time.

As long as Genes can bring his men over in time, his safety will be somewhat guaranteed.

However, the time to slack off was short-lived. From Aaron's perspective, Cedric and his two companions were being pushed back by three Death Eaters, and their defeat or even death seemed to be just a matter of seconds.

"I guess I'm just unlucky." Aaron sighed, then cast a Shattering Curse.

Pettigrew's eyes widened instantly, and he frantically raised his wand, barely managing to defend against the spell.

Damn, no moral ethics.

Just a moment ago it was the Sleeping Curse and the Petrifying Curse, and in the blink of an eye it's the Shattering Curse. This leap is too sudden and unexpected.

The spells were connected, and the two began a contest of magical power.

Little Pettigrew went all out, this time using the Crushing Curse, which, while not as torturous as the Cruciatus Curse, was far more powerful.

Aaron wasn't a freshman; there was no doubt about the destructive power of this curse. Even if he could mitigate some of its power, if he were hit, he would be bedridden for a while, even if he wasn't seriously injured.

Aaron gripped his wand tightly in one hand, restraining Peter Pettigrew, while his other hand was outstretched in mid-air.

"Change clothes."

A wine-red magic circle appeared, and Aaron took out an exquisite flintlock pistol from it.

boom! boom! boom!

Three bullets were fired in an instant, their whistling sound piercing the air, and they arrived in front of the three Death Eaters in a flash.

The magical bullets suppressed the hastily released magic of the three Death Eaters, blasting them dozens of meters away before they transformed into three enormous fireballs in mid-air.

The phoenix's phantom image flashed by, and the flames from the explosion reached tens of meters high.

Three half-cooked Death Eaters fell from mid-air; their panting indicated they were still alive, but they were exhaling more than inhaling.

Glug! ×n

The sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell, and almost everyone stared in disbelief at the scene, even Voldemort was no exception.

Although those three Death Eaters weren't very famous, the weakest of them was still a Magister, which would be considered elite in the magical world.

These three elites lost their fighting ability in an instant, which is simply outrageous.

Aaron's face turned slightly pale. A third of his magic power was instantly drained, leaving him somewhat disoriented.

However, he was not in good condition, but Little Star was in even worse condition. He seemed to be still in shock from the gunshots and had not yet recovered.

Aaron made a quick decision and immediately increased the input of magic power.

The pale blue ball of light blasted Little Star away, and the tearing pain in his body caused him to let out a shrill scream.

"Useless, this is the second time." Little Barty shook his head speechlessly. "Maybe more than twice."

"Is that a Muggle weapon?" Voldemort asked with interest. "No, that's not right. I sense a vast amount of magical power."

A purely offensive magical weapon, compressing a large amount of magical energy and then enhancing its power in a special way, unleashing power beyond the wizard's own capabilities.

"As expected of Voldemort, he sees things very clearly."

However, this gun has a limit to the amount of magic it can hold; it can only effectively deal with archmages, but its effectiveness against grand archmages is greatly reduced.

"Where did you get this weapon?"

"It's an heirloom, handcrafted by my ancestor Arg Gaius using countless rare materials. The gun is named 'Other Shore Flower'," Aaron said frankly. This was the absolute truth, and how others interpreted it was none of his concern.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow and flicked his wand slightly.

The spider lily trembled violently, flew out of my hand, and flew towards Voldemort.

"return."

The spider lily immediately quieted down, freed from the Dark Lord's curse, and flew back into Aaron's hand.

"This is a famous artifact of the Gaius family. Once it came into my hands, I became its master. No one else can use it without my authorization."

"A good insurance measure," Voldemort sneered.

"Aaron, just now... I think I saw a phoenix." Harry asked tentatively, his expression strange. "Could it have been Fawkes?"

Aaron shrugged. "The phoenix is ​​a powerful magical creature, much stronger than the likes of a unicorn. The magical energy extracted from its feathers can enhance the power of bullets to some extent."

Harry's lips twitched involuntarily. "You really should have plucked a few more feathers back then."

Fleur seemed to have thought of something, and said with a strange expression, "I remember you bought a box of magical beast feathers from Hagrid, right? They weren't all for making bullets, were they?"

"How many bullets do you have?" Cedric asked in a low voice, a glimmer of hope rising within him. "Fire them all at once. If we use them well, we might..."

"Stop daydreaming." Aaron poured cold water on his hopes. "The power of this gun is determined by the magical energy infused into it by the wielder. Enchanted bullets are just icing on the cake."

I went all out with those three shots just now, and it took a lot of magic power to barely reach the attack level of a Grand Magister.

There are dozens of Death Eaters here. Even if you drain all four of our magic, you wouldn't kill a third of them. Besides, Voldemort won't just stand by and watch his minions die.

"That means we can only struggle desperately, and even that depends on the mysterious man's mood," Krum said with a gloomy expression.

“Don’t say such blunt truths,” Aaron said speechlessly, then took a deep breath. “If you’re willing to believe me… hang in there, maybe there’ll be a way out.”

"Is this supposed to be a consolation?" Furong said with a bitter smile. "But it's not convincing at all. It seems like we're doomed to die today."

“Don’t take me in,” Aaron said. “You’re very likely to die, but at most he’ll beat you half to death and then lock you up somewhere.”

"Have you finished discussing?" Voldemort asked lazily. "Gaius, we're practically acquaintances now. Every time, aside from the unpleasant moments, you've surprised me. I hope you'll perform even better in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, three more Death Eaters stepped out from the ranks.

Aaron blinked and swallowed hard.

"You really better watch yourselves this time, I'm afraid I don't have the magic to fire another round."

The group exchanged glances and nodded, their expressions becoming increasingly solemn.

"Give Mr. Gaius a good welcome, but be careful not to kill him."

Chapter 407 A Battle of Attrition, Other Objectives

"Wait, hold on!" Aaron hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm just an ordinary fifteen-year-old wizard, there's no need to target me like this, is there?"

"A fifteen-year-old wizard, no doubt, but is he really just an ordinary one?" Voldemort sneered. "It might be more interesting to kill your friends in front of you when you're completely defenseless."

"Hehe!" Aaron forced a laugh and said nothing more.

One against three is difficult, but not impossible.

If we can stall for long enough, Genes and the others should be able to get here soon!

"You'd better stay away, or I won't be responsible if you get hurt."

But none of the three left; instead, they stood firmly behind him.

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed helplessly. "Do you all think you're so heroic? Do I have to tell you that you're a burden before you'll stay away?"

The three exchanged a glance and tacitly distanced themselves from Aaron.

Harry Potter felt a pang of embarrassment when he saw this; he seemed to have been told that before.

The three Death Eaters raised their wands as they walked forward.

Blue and white magic balls shot out from the tip of the wand, all heading towards Aaron.

He neither dodged nor avoided the attacks, letting them fall on him and pass straight through them.

There was an explosion.

The three Death Eaters stared blankly at the craters blasted into the ground; they seemed to have hit them, but also seemed to have missed.

“He’s hiding,” one of the Death Eaters said. “It’s a strange deception.”

"He must be nearby."

“Master,” Little Barty explained, “Gaius’s illusions are extremely skillful.”

“I can see that.” Voldemort shifted his gaze to the other side of the target. To others, the area appeared deserted, but he, a peak-level archmage, could see him with ease.

“I just don’t like cheating.” Voldemort stretched out his hand. “Mad-Eye.”

"Yes." Little Barty immediately removed the eyeball that was rolling around.

Voldemort smiled at where Aaron was, then pointed his wand at the Demon Eye.

A dark green aura shot out from the demonic eye, and an invisible wave instantly spread in all directions, thus forming a special field.

The illusion was broken, and Aaron was exposed to everyone's view.

"A generous gift of crabs!"

They're not even giving us a moment's rest!

The three Death Eaters quickly spotted him and attacked him with ordinary magic projectiles.

Aaron immediately cast an Iron Armor spell on himself and then began to dodge the attacks, without any intention of fighting back.

A little over a minute later, the cemetery was blasted into a pitted and uneven area.

Aaron stood in the damp mud, panting heavily. He looked extremely disheveled, but there wasn't a single drop of sweat on his forehead.

The three Death Eaters' chests heaved slightly; they had never seen such a fast-moving mudfish before.

"What are you doing?" Voldemort roared angrily. "Playing games with him?"