A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“Master,” a Death Eater said timidly, “didn’t you say we couldn’t kill him?”

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

The Death Eater immediately let out a shrill scream, and the other two Death Eaters were so frightened that they trembled.

"You can't kill them, but I didn't say you can't hurt them," Voldemort said calmly. "One minute. I'll give you one minute. If you don't satisfy me, you'll be punished."

The three Death Eaters paused for a moment, their gazes towards Aaron now filled with a hint of ruthlessness.

"Gulu!"

Aaron couldn't help but swallow hard; it seemed that stalling for time would be difficult.

He didn't care about the three Death Eaters, but Voldemort's patience was being worn down little by little.

The next moment, the three Death Eaters also got serious.

A Death Eater unleashed a ferocious demonic fire, burning crimson and transforming into a roaring behemoth that lunged at Aaron.

"Li Huo, are you trying to kill me?"

“That’s more like it, Avery.”

"That wasn't even child's play," Voldemort said, and all the Death Eaters laughed, including Barty Crouch Jr.

Aaron snorted softly, and as the fire behemoth lunged at him, he gripped the flame-shaped fangs with both hands, then opened his mouth and inhaled.

The giant beast seemed to sense something and tried to leave immediately, but it was out of control and was sucked into Aaron's stomach at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hiccup~

Aaron let out a satisfied burp.

The amount and magic power of Fiendfire were much greater than those of the Flame Spell cast by Little Star, and he felt that his own magic power had recovered by half.

“Master, I…” Avery nervously explained to Voldemort, “I didn’t know he could also swallow flames; this has never happened before.”

"No need to say anything, I understand."

But I should remind you that half a minute has already passed.

"The soul leaves the body."

The second Death Eater's Soul Spell struck Aaron, and just as he thought he had succeeded, a dense, eerie purple light appeared in his pupils, and he collapsed to the ground like a walking corpse.

At that moment, the last Death Eater phantom teleported behind Aaron, and uttered, "Crunch in the Heart..."

"do not move!"

The last Death Eater abruptly stopped casting his spell, as a gun was pressed against his abdomen.

The Death Eaters who had attacked Cedric and his group were still lying on the ground groaning. Given that precedent, he didn't think he could withstand this shot.

"Twenty seconds left," Voldemort said coldly.

The Death Eater shuddered; he would rather take a bullet than suffer Voldemort's punishment.

He dared not hesitate and immediately cast the Cruciatus Curse. Aaron, without any hesitation, pulled the trigger.

boom!

Both of them were sent flying backwards at the same time.

When the Death Eater landed on the ground, the left side of his body was severely burned, with bones and steaming flesh mixed together, a sight that would make anyone's scalp crawl.

Aaron staggered to his feet. His armored charms had protected him from the opponent's Cruciatus Curse, but that shot had further depleted his already limited magical energy.

"Watch out!" Harry suddenly shouted.

The sound of something cutting through the air reached Aaron's ears, and he instinctively made a dodging motion, but a blue light still grazed his arm.

Blood seeped from his shoulder, staining his robes red.

“Phantom Shift.” Aaron gave a wry smile. “I was careless. I forgot about you. I thought you wouldn’t be needed after I cast Fiend Curse.”

Upon hearing this, Avery remained silent, cautiously pointing his wand at Aaron.

He dared not be careless. The other two Death Eaters with him had lost their fighting ability. All told, this fifteen-year-old wizard had defeated six archmages.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm almost at my limit, if not completely exhausted." Aaron casually tore off his sleeve and began to bandage himself with his wand.

Seeing this, Avery knew that the opportunity was rare, so he immediately cast the Cruciatus Curse.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, using Phantom Shift to dodge the spell, "Divine Sharpness Without Shadow."

"what!"

Avery was sent flying, his body covered in bloody cuts as if slashed by knives, and he screamed in agony.

"Now we're even."

Upon hearing this, several black lines appeared on the foreheads of the Death Eaters.

Avery only hurt him, but this round of retaliation was almost no different from being torn to pieces.

"I am so disappointed." Voldemort sighed deeply, looking at the several Death Eaters lying on the ground, and said angrily, "Thirteen years! You have not made much progress, and you have been beaten to a pulp by a student."

"This only proves that you have excellent taste."

Voldemort snorted coldly, "Crawb, Goyle, Malfoy, I heard your sons have a good relationship with him, you'll be the ones to go this time."

Crabbe and Goyle glanced at Lucius without leaving a trace, and seeing that he did not hesitate, they immediately followed.

"Uncle Lucius, it's been a long time!" Aaron said half-jokingly.

Lucius hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Your magic is almost depleted; you won't be a match for us."

Surrender! Serving the Dark Lord will not mistreat you.

"No, I'll say it again, he doesn't deserve it."

Voldemort's anger flared instantly. "Attack now!"

Lucius didn’t hesitate and immediately waved his wand, with Crabbe and Goyle assisting him.

The three people's magic combined to form a terrifying shockwave that swept across the ground toward Aaron.

Aaron shook his head and pointed his wand at the ground.

The ground suddenly cracked open, and the earth and rocks, mixed with the bones in the graveyard, slammed into the shockwave of Lucius and his companions under the command of the wand.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, both sides were buried in the mud at the same time.

A short while later, the big guy Crabbe crawled out and dug Goyle and Lucius out.

“Master, we didn’t mean to kill him,” Gore said tremblingly.

"Shut up! You can't kill him." Voldemort looked at the loose ground. "Are you coming out on your own, or should I help you out?"

"Get out yourself." A hand suddenly emerged from the soil, and Aaron struggled to pull himself out, coughing up some dirt in the process.

His face was almost completely bloodless, and his body was staggering, as if he might collapse at any moment.

But no one dared to underestimate him. Including Lucius and the other two, Aaron defeated ten enemies who were no weaker than himself. Such a formidable record was unbelievable to anyone.

“To be honest, I’m quite curious,” Voldemort asked. “What are you waiting for?”

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, but he remained calm and said, "It's nothing."

“No, you must be waiting for something,” Voldemort said with great certainty. “I started watching you when you were in first grade, and I know you far better than anyone else.”

“Perhaps you don’t know me well enough,” Aaron shrugged.

“I know your methods. Two years ago, you almost killed me when I was sixteen with a magic circle.”

But you haven't used a magic circle yet. You could have ended the battle in a simpler way, but you chose a complicated method, even at the cost of injuring yourself.

Do you think I'd believe you if you said you had no other motives?

Aaron: ......

Chapter 408 Delaying Time, the Power of Immortality

"Trying to buy time, is that it?" Voldemort looked at him with a half-smile. "You think Dumbledore will come to your rescue, don't you?"

Upon hearing this, Aaron's pupils trembled violently, and he immediately feigned surprise.

"Looks like I guessed right," Voldemort said smugly, then changed the subject, "Unfortunately, he can't find this place."

However, I do hope he can find this place. It's rather pathetic that the only audience witnessing the Dark Lord's return consists of Death Eaters and a few students like you.

"If the White Demon King could come, that would be perfect. He's influential enough, and his death would cast a shadow over the entire magical world, making my subsequent rule easier."

“Don’t even think about it,” Harry shouted. “Dumbledore will definitely defeat you.”

"Idiot!" Aaron thought to himself, speechless, not understanding what benefit Harry could gain from trying to make his presence known at this moment.

"Crushing Crusade!" Voldemort immediately cast the Crucible Curse on him. After the agonizing torture subsided, he calmly said, "Get your facts straight, Harry Potter, but I'll deal with you later!"

"Aaron Gaius, now let the Dark Lords shatter your unrealistic fantasies!" Voldemort said calmly, then turned to the Death Eaters. "All of you, come at me together. Use any means necessary."

Whoever brings him to me first will have his thirteen-year debt forgiven and will receive Voldemort's reward.

Upon hearing this, the thirty-odd Death Eaters were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were filled with greed as they looked at Aaron.

“We have to help him,” Cedric said earnestly, his shoulder wound still dripping blood, the constant loss of blood making him pale and his vision blurry.

But he gripped his wand tightly in his right hand, his attitude unusually resolute.

Viktor and Fleur nodded in unison. They had a clear understanding of their own strength. They might be able to deal with one or two Death Eaters, but there were dozens of Death Eaters here, and they were definitely no match for them.

But the outcome seemed predetermined; they faced only two dead ends.

They either join the battle and die a glorious death, or stand aside and Voldemort will kill a few of them in front of Aaron after he is defeated.

As warriors in the three-way battle for supremacy, choosing the first path is a fitting tribute to their pride.

The three quickly stood beside Aaron, facing the Death Eaters who outnumbered them tenfold.

Before Aaron could speak, Fleur interrupted, "Don't rush to send us away. We may not be as powerful as you, but we have more magic power."

“It won’t be of much help, but it can help you withstand a few spells,” Cedric said.

“If we’re going to die, we’ll die before you,” Krum added.