A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"It hurts quite a bit." Aaron let out a long breath as if nothing had happened. "Just consider it a lesson learned from my negligence on the battlefield!"

"Also, if you had used the Killing Curse, it would have been more effective, although it might not have killed me."

Bella's lips twitched, and she immediately waved her wand, unleashing a killing spell.

Snapped!

Aaron easily blocked the green light, saying, "You alone can't beat me."

"Those who aren't dead, come and help!" Bella shouted bluntly to the six lightly wounded Death Eaters.

Lucius and the others exchanged glances, and despite their reluctance, they could only pick up their wands and continue fighting.

"That's enough! I don't want to waste any more time recruiting a group of loyal Death Eaters." The Dark Lord teleported next to Bella, looked at the messy, destroyed area with a meaningful gaze, and couldn't help but sigh, "You're even stronger than last year. As expected of a descendant of the God of Magic, this talent is truly enviable."

"It's been passed down for thousands of years, so the bloodline isn't as pure anymore."

"But it is also excellent research material."

Aaron's heart skipped a beat, as if he saw greed and madness in Voldemort's bloodshot eyes.

Holy crap! This looks like it's about to be sliced ​​up!

We absolutely cannot fall into his hands, or we'll suffer a fate worse than death.

"You've had enough fun, can you come with us now?"

“Of course not,” Aaron said without hesitation, then changed the subject, “But if I may ask, if I were to be captured by you, what do you plan to do to me?”

"Um... don't get me wrong, I was just genuinely curious."

"As long as you cooperate, I won't hurt you."

"How do we cooperate?" Aaron asked somewhat nervously.

Voldemort grinned. "I'll treat you well and provide you with plenty of food and drink, as long as you give me some blood every now and then."

Aaron: ......

"I'm afraid that won't work."

"It's not up to you. Your life or death isn't that important. All I need is enough blood."

Of course, staying alive is better, because that means I'll have a constant supply of health.

“You’ve probably misunderstood. What I mean is that even if I provide you with blood, you won’t be able to research anything.” Aaron scratched his head, both amused and exasperated. “The first ancestor of the Gaius family, the one who became a god, blessed his descendants before he passed away.”

Unless it is donated voluntarily, our blood is no different from that of ordinary people, and you cannot study anything about it.

Not only his blood, but even his cells and genes are no different from those of ordinary people.

Upon hearing this, Voldemort almost stumbled.

"Are you kidding me?"

“I swear this is no joke,” Aaron said sheepishly, but his tone was full of admiration.

He used to think that this blessing was a waste, as it did nothing but make it easier for family members to live among ordinary people.

But now it seems that he was rash; our ancestors were truly farsighted!

Putting aside everything else, his elders who went to other worlds before him were able to avoid the covetousness of countless ambitious people like Voldemort because of this blessing.

"Would it be a voluntary sacrifice?" Voldemort pondered for a moment. "There are plenty of ways to do that."

"If you mean you're using threats or control to make me cut my own hand with a knife, that doesn't count as voluntary."

"What did you say?"

“I’m not lying to you about this either.” Aaron shrugged. “The Gaius family values ​​the spirit of contracts the most. The most effective medium for wizards to sign contracts is blood.”

To prevent future generations from unwittingly signing contracts with others, ...only decisions made willingly and with sufficient clarity of mind can be considered voluntary.

Voldemort was completely bewildered. He looked at Aaron and felt an urge to curse him out.

He was right in front of a gold mine, but he didn't even have the tools to dig it. It was incredibly frustrating.

"You really do have a good ancestor!" Voldemort said through gritted teeth. "But we can think of a solution later. If we let you escape, it won't be so easy to catch you again."

Aaron blinked and involuntarily took a few steps back. "Why bother?"

"There's nothing I can do. I can't touch the heirs of the other three families!" Voldemort said meaningfully. He had finally managed to drag Aaron into this mess, and there wouldn't be a second chance like this.

This gold mine can't be mined for the time being, but at least we must keep it in our own hands.

“You have no other choice. Don’t force me to do it,” Voldemort said coldly.

"Did I force you? You were the one forcing me," Aaron said, on the verge of tears.

To be honest, he had considered feigning surrender. After all, he had been a prisoner before, and he could easily find an opportunity to escape.

Even if Voldemort were incredibly powerful, he couldn't watch over him every single moment. At most, he could lock him up in a place where no one could find him and set up some traps to prevent intrusion.

But he has a clone with shared memories and the same strength. As long as he communicates with the clone in time, it wouldn't be difficult to prepare for a prison break.

Even if one person isn't confident, surely calling Dumbledore will do the trick.

Putting the facts aside, if Hogwarts students are arrested, you, as the headmaster, can't just do nothing!

In addition, there are only a few days left until summer vacation, when he will be able to receive 1,200 magic points.

He could spend a thousand to buy a horse-riding talisman to remove all negative statuses, and maybe he wouldn't even need the thought-body to break him out of prison; he would have enough ability to escape on his own.

But now Voldemort wants to use him as experimental material, which is really unacceptable. He has to fight back head-on, otherwise he'll be laughed to death when he sees his friends in the future.

Thinking this, Aaron gripped his wand tighter.

Voldemort noticed this and a mocking smile crept onto his lips. "You think you can beat me?"

"I'm not very confident, but I have to give it a try!"

"If it were me, I wouldn't be willing to accept it either, but people always have to bow to reality, don't they?"

"That's true, but what's the difference between bowing your head and being a coward?"

Voldemort paused for a moment, then said, "That makes sense."

“Master, we…” Bella hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

"Don't make a move. Only when Mr. Gaius realizes the gap between reality and expectations will he cooperate obediently."

"As ordered!"

The Death Eaters spontaneously stood at the back, leaving the large area of ​​ruins in the center for the two to use as their dueling arena.

Aaron scoffed at this in his heart. The words sounded nice, but in essence, it was still bullying the weak.

However, he's not someone to be trifled with. If pushed too far, it's hard to say who will come out on top. After all, he's immortal and has the power to trade his life for injury.

The next moment, Aaron launched the first attack, his fist wrapped in crimson flames striking Voldemort's face at incredible speed.

Voldemort casually waved his wand, and a pale green barrier blocked his fist. Crimson flames burned fiercely, but they had no effect on him whatsoever.

Then, the tip of the wand flashed red, "Thunder Explosion."

"Gan!"

Sensing danger in his mind, Aaron retreated rapidly.

boom!

An explosion rang out, and a deep crater was blasted out where he had just been standing.

“Very powerful intuition,” Voldemort sneered.

"You'll naturally get the hang of it after getting beaten up a lot," Aaron retorted irritably. The earlier probing had made him realize that melee combat wasn't impossible, but he needed more powerful attacks.

"The Roar of the Fire Dragon".

A fierce burst of flames erupted from his mouth, and Voldemort smiled, calmly raising his wand.

The green magic flowed and collided with the flames, only holding for a moment before crashing towards Aaron. He hurriedly erected a high-level defensive spell in front of him and barely managed to block it.

"For a sixteen-year-old, you're already quite remarkable, but your magic is too weak right now," Voldemort said calmly, then suddenly waved his wand.

The rubble, scorched earth, and ice shards on the ground seemed to come alive, forming a brown torrent that surged rapidly toward Aaron.

He immediately conjured a yellow magic circle, and a giant hand made of rock rose from the ground, shattering Voldemort's attack and shoving it forward.

"Ok?"

Voldemort was taken aback for a moment, and only after swinging his wand repeatedly did he manage to sever the giant hand.

He used shapeshifting magic to transform the giant rock hand into the shape of a python, which flicked its tongue and emitted a deep hissing sound.

Aaron placed his hands on the ground, and several stone pillars rose from the ground and walls, pinning the giant python to death.

More stone pillars, however, attacked Voldemort, crisscrossing and quickly locking him up.

Voldemort pointed his wand at the stone cell that bound him. A flash of white light appeared, and the stone pillar shattered into pieces. But the scattered stones quickly returned to their original shape and reformed the prison.

"Great idea, but how long can your magic hold me back?"

"It might take a little longer than you think," Aaron said, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, five magic circles—red, yellow, blue, green, and purple—surrounded the stone cell.

"This is..." Voldemort's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes filled with vigilance.

He no longer underestimated the situation, unleashing a torrent of green magic that rapidly eroded the newly formed rocks.

However, he was still a step too late. A sealed spherical stone prison locked him inside, and the five-fold magic circle disappeared.

Aaron let out a long breath and staggered to his knees.

Everyone else who witnessed this scene was dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

The Dark Lord has been defeated? It seems impossible!

"Crushing Heart!" Bella viciously unleashed the Crucifixion spell, causing Aaron to grimace in pain, though he managed to retain a semblance of composure.

"what have you done?"

"It's just a small seal," Aaron said, forcing a smile. "He was careless; otherwise, I might not have had this opportunity."

"A seal... Could it be...?" Bella stared in astonishment at the stone cell, then unleashed another curse at Aaron. "You, you dare..."

Aaron clutched his throbbing chest and staggered to his feet.