A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

A red spell shot out from one side, hurtling towards them.

This is an explosive spell; it can blast anything it can touch, making it extremely dangerous.

Aaron immediately used his wand to block, but at that moment several more spells shot at him simultaneously, all as swift as lightning.

"The Roar of the Fire Dragon".

Crimson flames spewed from its mouth, engulfing the spells and forcing the Death Eaters who released them to retreat, but more Death Eaters surrounded it.

Aaron shook his head, tucked his wand into his waistband, and put away the spider lily.

"I'm no match for so many people, but if you want to capture me, you'd better be prepared."

If I were to give it my all, I'm pretty confident I could win even if it meant risking my life. Do you want to give it a try?

The Death Eaters didn't believe this and immediately launched an attack, unleashing a barrage of highly destructive spells from all directions.

He ran quickly, dodging the spells as he approached the nearest Death Eater.

“McNeil? What a coincidence!” Aaron sneered. “Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist!”

The flame-encased right fist struck McNeil squarely in the abdomen, sending him flying backward at incredible speed. He crashed into a tombstone dozens of meters away before coming to a stop, but he was rendered incapacitated.

"First."

Rumble!

The ground shook continuously, and a pit suddenly appeared beneath Aaron's feet.

"Success."

"A Death Eater shouted excitedly, his wand piercing the ground, clearly indicating that the trap was his doing."

But his joy lasted only three seconds before a huge, earthen-yellow magic circle enveloped him, and countless thorny chains bound his body and limbs.

"the second."

boom!

A curse came from behind, but Aaron shattered it with his fist enveloped in flames.

"No way, this is absolutely impossible."

"Attack together. He's alone and has exhausted his resources; he can't withstand all our attacks."

One of the Death Eaters shouted, encouraging others and himself.

A barrage of spells shot out from the front simultaneously, and Aaron quickly raised his hands, "Fire Dragon's Blazing Flame."

The flames and the seven spells collided, subtly overwhelming the Death Eaters.

At that moment, two spells suddenly appeared on the left and right sides, forcing Aaron to extinguish his flames and leap high to avoid the two attacks.

A green magic circle appeared instantly, and a huge storm descended from the sky.

The terrifying impact blew the surrounding Death Eaters more than ten meters away, clearing a space.

Aaron had barely landed, and before he could even catch his breath, more than ten spells attacked simultaneously, blocking all his escape routes from all directions.

boom! boom! boom!

The Death Eaters let out triumphant laughter, and Cedric and the others couldn't bear to look away, clearly not believing that Aaron could withstand so many spells.

Suddenly, a dazzling silver light appeared where Aaron was standing, followed by the roar of a dragon.

Roar!

The guardian deity in the form of a holy dragon appeared in this world for the first time, protecting Aaron in the middle and blocking those spells.

Everyone felt their worldview crumbling. They had seen Patronus before, but they had never seen one this exaggerated. There was nothing so exaggerated in the entire wizarding world, not even Dumbledore.

“This is fake, it must be fake,” Little Barty murmured. “Master, Dementors have appeared in the Triwizard Tournament, and Gaius’s guardian deity is a raven.”

"Who says there can only be one guardian deity? And who says that guardian deities can only serve a protective function?" Aaron said meaningfully, and immediately ordered the guardian deity to launch an attack.

After all, the Holy Dragon Guardian consumes a lot of magic power, and staying even a second longer would be a shameful waste.

The holy dragon roared to the sky, flapped its pure white, crystalline wings, grabbed the nearest Death Eater, and crushed him to death in the blink of an eye.

White dragonfire spewed from his mouth, and the Death Eaters, feeling the terrifying temperature, immediately raised their wands to defend themselves, while some even used Apparition to create distance.

Various spells shot towards the Holy Dragon from all directions, creating tiny holes in its white energy body. However, Aaron's magic would promptly overflow from his body to repair it.

The holy dragon hovered above Aaron's head, attacking the Death Eaters with dragonfire while also providing Aaron with some protection. The spells aimed at him were burned to ashes by the white radiance before they could even get close.

Almost every minute, a Death Eater was seriously injured or even killed, but Voldemort didn't care at all.

He eked out a living for thirteen years, and none of these people came looking for him. Did they really think he had no temper?

Thirteen years had allowed him to see things clearly; wavering loyalty was of little use to him, and death was no big deal.

People like Barty Crouch Jr., and the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, were his true loyal servants.

Lucius did confirm that he had been contacted, so he could be trusted to a certain extent, but not too much. The specifics would depend on his future performance.

Aaron's breathing became rapid and his breath became unsteady, a clear sign of weakness.

"He can't hold on much longer!" a Death Eater shouted excitedly. "His Patronus is fading."

"You really underestimated me!" Aaron chuckled, quickly pulling out the spider lily. A silver bullet shot out and instantly struck the Death Eater in the abdomen.

Blood splattered, but this time there were no flames; however, the howling of the wind clearly reached his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a tearing pain spread throughout my body, as if I had been struck by several splitting curses.

The moment he landed, his eyes rolled back, he bounced a few times in a very unsightly manner, and then he completely lost consciousness.

"We have to speed things up." Aaron looked up at the weakened Holy Dragon and instinctively gripped the flintlock pistol in his hand.

Silver light shot out continuously from the muzzle of the gun. Aaron dared not use his full strength now, only pouring in less than a hundred magic energy each time. Just as he had told the Thought Entity before, he would not be stingy when it was time to use it.

He fired five shots in quick succession, killing two Death Eaters and breaking the arm of another.

However, he only had less than one-tenth of his magic left, and even his guardian spirit could hardly maintain it.

With more than half of the Death Eaters dead or wounded, the remaining ones began to slowly approach Aaron.

"This is really tragic." Aaron gasped for breath, collapsing to the ground, utterly exhausted.

"Crush the Heart!" A Death Eater swiftly approached and decisively cast the Crucifixion, as if afraid of having his head stolen.

"Expelliarmus."

Aaron knocked his wand away first, then lunged at him, the gun pointed directly at his forehead.

"No, don't do it," the Death Eater said nervously. "I didn't mean to kill you, I really didn't."

“But you wanted to torture me, so you used the Cruciatus Curse. How cruel are you!” Aaron said coldly, then pulled the trigger, ending his life.

"Fainted and collapsed!" ×3

The three Death Eaters joined forces and unleashed a full-force Sleep Curse.

"what!"

Aaron roared, raised the spider lily, and fired the last bullet.

The crimson-gold bullet shot from the muzzle, transforming into countless crystalline threads in mid-air, interspersed with dense blue lightning, colliding with the Death Eater's sleeping spell.

Chapter 410: Giving His Last Words – A Moment of Crisis

Zizzi~

The three Death Eaters lay on the ground, twitching occasionally, their charred bodies emitting a disgusting stench.

"The Dark Crystal, the Thunderbird's tail feather, triple enchanted—it was worth all the effort I put into making this bullet."

But I'm really out of energy now, you guys win.

Aaron gave a bitter laugh and lay down on the ground in a very uncouth manner.

It seemed they were planning to give up and surrender, but the remaining dozen or so Death Eaters looked at each other, not daring to approach.

After all, the lessons learned from the past are still there.

One was eager to claim credit, showing no signs of eagerness, and then died a hasty death.

The other three were a bit more cautious, casting stun spells from a distance, but the results weren't much better; they probably wouldn't recover for at least a year or two.

Lucius hesitated for a moment, then strode up to Aaron and confiscated his wand and flintlock pistol.

"I can only do my best to protect you from harm, but there's nothing else I can do."

"Should I thank you?" Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Of course, this is for my son’s sake.” Lucius said, pulling him up from the ground and mouthing the word “location” to the others with his back to them.

Aaron immediately understood. Lucius meant that he would find out where Aaron was being held, and then have someone notify the Gaius family, at which point someone would naturally rescue him.

Lucius led Aaron to Voldemort, then stood respectfully to the side without saying a word.

Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor were also brought here by Barty Crouch Jr. Although they were also tied to pillars, they were treated better than Harry.

“Well done, Lucius,” Voldemort said meaningfully. “Even if your loyalty to me has never wavered, your abilities have greatly disappointed me. Thirteen years have yielded no results.”

"But Voldemort doesn't go back on his word. The debts of the past thirteen years are wiped clean. What reward do you want?"

"Your subordinate dares not ask for anything, only wishes to fulfill Master's orders and realize our demonic path as soon as possible."

“You’re quite the smooth talker, but I like hearing that,” Voldemort chuckled, then walked up to Aaron. “A fifteen-year-old student has managed to cause more than a third of my men to be killed or wounded. That’s quite remarkable.”

"You flatter me," Aaron said weakly. "Your men are probably nothing compared to the Death Eaters!"

Their magical energy certainly meets the standards of a mage, but their combat strength is generally weak.

"Haha, what you said isn't wrong."

More than a decade of peaceful life made them almost forget how to fight, and even their magic power did not increase much. They could only bully wizards who were weaker than them.

The true elite of the Death Eaters should be in Azkaban now, and I will bring them out soon.

"Wow!" Aaron shrugged dismissively. "Good luck."

Voldemort nodded, then approached Aaron and used his wand to make him look at the four bound men. "You now have one of your few powers to witness their deaths."

Choose one! Who will die first?