A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron was speechless. He was still trying to save their lives, but what was the meaning of their eagerness to die?

"Let's begin!" Voldemort said calmly, and more than thirty Death Eaters charged toward Aaron in unison.

"This is forcing me to fight to the death!" Aaron smiled sadly, then quickly turned around and waved his wand, sending Cedric and the other two flying.

"What are you doing?" Cedric shouted angrily.

"Don't be so self-righteous about holding me back. Your involvement will only affect my performance," Aaron said calmly, then continued walking forward with his unchanging pace.

Before the Death Eaters even arrived, a dense barrage of curses rained down.

Aaron slowly raised his hand, and a huge yellow magic circle appeared, blocking his way.

The colorful yet deadly spells struck the defensive magic circle, producing a crackling sound.

This is a high-level defensive spell; under normal circumstances, even a mage wouldn't be able to break through it quickly.

But now there are dozens of mages, and the sheer number of attacks is overwhelming Aaron. He can only stabilize his magic output and try to find other solutions while enduring the attacks.

"Bombard with magic, don't disconnect."

One of the Death Eaters roared, and his wand unleashed a blue shockwave the size of a bowl.

Several Death Eaters began to follow suit, and seven or eight beams of magical energy struck the defensive magic circle, with the number continuing to increase.

Click!Click!

Cracks began to appear in the magic circle, and magical power with properties such as cutting, cursing, sleeping, paralyzing, and petrifying flowed out through the cracks.

Aaron was forced to retreat step by step, forcibly squeezing out the magic power within his body to prevent the magic circle from collapsing.

"Thoughts," Aaron cried out anxiously in his mind, revealing his current situation to the other party.

"I'm ready. You can take me back anytime you want."

"Not yet, I need your magic."

"But then you'll still only be a Magister, no match for dozens of Death Eaters."

"Do as I say, you have an even more important task ahead of you."

Aaron knew that simply using the Thought Entity as a power bank wouldn't solve the current predicament.

But it was precisely because he was a high priest that Voldemort was happy to watch the show; if he suddenly became a great high priest, he would definitely take action himself.

These dozens of Death Eaters combined are no match for a peak Grand Magus, so the situation will be even more dangerous then.

The thought entity sighed silently, transferring 99% of its magic power to its main body, leaving itself only with basic mobility.

Aaron felt the magic surging up, and he felt more confident facing dozens of Death Eaters.

The advanced defensive magic circle was instantly stabilized, and based on this, the ultimate defensive magic circle was inscribed, with layers of complex coils slowly emerging on the inner ring, outer ring, and star.

Golden light illuminated the night, and a magical shield more than ten meters high separated Aaron and the Death Eaters like an indestructible wall.

Voldemort watched this scene with great interest. "That's right, that's it."

Harry Potter, do you see this?

Two years ago, he almost shattered my soul with an offensive magic circle of the same level.

I was puzzled before, since two years had clearly passed, but his magical energy hadn't increased much. Now it seems he's been focusing his time and energy on improving his magic circle.

Harry was also secretly amazed and deeply shocked.

Two years ago, the lightning magic circle left a deep impression on him; it even caused a significant earthquake in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

However, Aaron spent a great deal of time and used the blood of the basilisk to barely complete that magic circle.

But what he saw now was that in less than a minute, without using any materials, an ultimate magic circle was completed, even blocking the attacks of dozens of Death Eaters. This was simply unbelievable.

Harry suddenly remembered that Aaron always seemed to carry a notebook with him wherever he went, and he would constantly write and draw in it.

At the time, they all thought it was a top student organizing class notes, so they didn't pay much attention. Now it seems that it wasn't notes at all, but clearly a magic circle practice manual. No wonder no one would let them see it.

Cedric and his two companions stared blankly at the scene, involuntarily swallowing hard.

For the first time, they felt like they were useless, and it was truly not unjust to be called a drag on the team. With just a few of them participating in this kind of battle, they probably wouldn't even make a splash.

“Master, his talent is too strong, should we…” Little Barty said hesitantly, then made a throat-slitting gesture.

"No need. The spokesperson I choose can't be some ordinary genius; they have to be extraordinary."

Besides, there's a huge gap between a Magister and an Archmage. Unless he's already an Archmage and can use magic of that level at will, he poses no threat to me whatsoever.

"But what about his growth rate?"

"Why do you think I want to subdue him?" Voldemort said calmly. "Gaius is the wizarding family that values ​​the spirit of contracts the most. Once they swear allegiance, their loyalty is definitely above that of the Death Eaters."

I will have enough patience until he grows into a Grand Magus, but if he still doesn't know when to stop after that, then he can't blame me.

The Dark Lord's grand scheme cannot afford any instability.

"Master is wise," Little Barty said with a smile.

Aaron was unaware of the conversation between the master and servant, but if he had known, he would have secretly admired his foresight.

"System, the two tasks should be considered complete, right?"

"of course."

"Claim the reward, and then... Dog Charm, hurry up."

At the same time, the thought entity that was recovering its magic power in the Divine Palace suddenly sensed something and turned its head to look at the ground.

A shadowy ninja was kneeling in front of him, holding a talisman with a yellow puppy pattern on it in his pale blue hands.

"Fuck!"

The thought immediately dispelled the sleepiness, and the person picked up the talisman and silently recited the incantation to absorb it.

This should be the more important task the original body mentioned. As long as he obtains the divine power of immortality, even if he is captured alive, he will still have a chance to turn the tide.

Soon, a small dog pattern flashing white light appeared in the pupils of the thought entity, and the dog talisman instantly became ordinary, as if it were just a regular stone that could be crushed with a pinch.

"It feels comfortable, and I instantly feel safe."

From now on, I can say I have a foothold in the magical world. The thought entity didn't seem particularly excited; it simply sighed briefly before lazily settling onto the sofa.

I still need to restore my magic power, but the sense of urgency from before is gone.

Aaron, who was struggling to maintain the magic circle, also sensed something at this moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Having gained immortality, he now has no scruples and can recklessly risk his life, even against Voldemort...

Aaron immediately cut off the idea halfway through his thought. He absolutely couldn't make that promise again, especially with Voldemort still here!

If he discovers that I am immortal, then all my concerns will be thrown to the winds, and it's not impossible that he might capture me and experiment on me.

Voldemort, who had been watching Aaron closely, noticed Aaron's expression and a hint of doubt appeared on his face. He then sneered, "Looks like I was too merciful and didn't put enough pressure on you!"

Voldemort raised his wand and casually aimed it at Aaron, sending a thick white beam of light hurtling straight at him.

Chapter 409 The Holy Dragon Guardian, at the End of the Road

boom!

The massive magic circle instantly became covered in cracks and shattered in the blink of an eye.

Ultimate defensive magic corresponds to the magic that a Grand Magister can use. As long as the magic supply is not a problem, it can barely defend against the siege of dozens of Death Eaters.

But Voldemort was a Grand Magus at his peak, and when he went all out, it was like adding a weight to the scales of victory.

"Gift crab!"

Aaron cursed and immediately created a high-level defensive magic circle in front of him.

The next moment, a terrifying shockwave exploded in front of Aaron, sending him and all the nearby Death Eaters flying.

As the smoke cleared, some of the Death Eaters who were closer to the center of the explosion staggered to their feet, while those who were farther away were not as disheveled, but were still covered in soot.

While everyone marveled at Voldemort's magic, they couldn't help but turn their attention to Aaron.

He knelt on the ground, his hands trembling slightly, and a hideous wound on his left arm was constantly oozing blood.

"I never expected that the mighty Voldemort would resort to sneak attacks."

And the target of that sneak attack was a fifteen-year-old child; they had absolutely no manners.

"I'm just making you understand the difference in strength," Voldemort said unhurriedly. "It's getting dark, and I'm getting a little impatient with you dragging this on for so long."

"Heh!" Aaron sneered, took out a small bottle from his pocket, and sprinkled the clear liquid inside onto the wound, which instantly healed completely.

“The Phoenix’s Tears,” Voldemort said through gritted teeth.

"You have a good eye. This is what I collected when Abe and I were bullying Fox. I didn't expect to use it so soon."

"What are you still standing there for?" Voldemort said unhappily.

"Hold on!"

Just as the Death Eaters were about to attack again, Aaron stopped them.

He slowly stood up, opened the chamber of the gun with the red spider lily, and loaded seven silver-white bullets and one red-gold bullet with red patterns.

"it's OK now."

The Death Eaters looked at each other, quickly realizing they had been tricked, and anger immediately welled up inside them.

They could only watch helplessly as Aaron healed, since he was also talking to Voldemort during the healing process, and even if they had a lot more courage, they wouldn't dare to interrupt Voldemort.

But then they broke down, and Aaron loaded eight bullets into the spider lily right in front of him.

They had witnessed the power of that gun firsthand; one shot could take down a mage, and if the eight bullets were used skillfully, it meant that eight Death Eaters would be in mortal danger.

“A bunch of cowards,” Little Barty said disdainfully. “Don’t they realize how much magic he has left? He can’t possibly replicate his previous power.”

Upon hearing this, the Death Eaters were immediately relieved, and their gazes toward Aaron were filled with amusement.

Lucius was in the same situation, except that he was far from Aaron's position, ranking third to last among the Death Eaters.

call!

Aaron took a deep breath and strode forward, meeting the charging Death Eaters head-on.

This time he didn't use defensive magic, partly because his own energy consumption was running low, and partly because Voldemort wouldn't give him a chance to cheat.