A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

But after several rounds of repeated destruction, even with magical reinforcement, it could not withstand the strain, leaving only the archway connecting the world of the dead on the dilapidated platform in the center still standing.

Seeing that ranged attacks were ineffective, Abbe flew rapidly toward Voldemort.

The enormous claws slammed down, creating ripples on the ground, but Voldemort was protected by a barrier, and the claws couldn't touch him at all.

"Looks like it needs a little more discipline," Voldemort mused. "The Cruciatus Curve!"

Abe seemed to sense the threat and quickly flipped over to avoid the curse.

Generally speaking, magical creatures have a certain degree of magic resistance. Powerful magical creatures such as dragons and phoenixes can even withstand some of the Killing Curse.

Abe is a holy dragon capable of defeating a phoenix, so his magic resistance goes without saying. However, the same magic can have drastically different effects when cast by different wizards.

Attacks from those below the level of a mage are insignificant to Abe; it probably wouldn't even try to dodge. A mage's spells might cause it pain, but an attack from a grand mage would inflict real damage.

The Dark Lord is a peak Archmage who is infinitely close to a Saint Archmage. With its current level of magic power, unless it evolves again, it won't be able to withstand many blows.

Voldemort frowned slightly, surprised by Abe's dodging action.

Although dragons are powerful, they are easy targets for wizards, and theoretically they should not be able to avoid them.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, kindly explaining to him, "I leave it with the housekeeper to take care of when I'm in tutoring classes."

Genes went to great lengths to train it into a qualified battle pet!

Voldemort opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

He also kept a python, which was a pretty good magical creature. It could even hold its own against Dumbledore's phoenix. But compared to this dragon, he felt nothing but bitterness.

Having a strong bloodline is one thing, but that's something you're born with, and no one can decide that.

But there are probably only a handful of high-ranking archmages in the entire magical world who can receive such meticulous guidance. This would make countless wizards shed tears of envy.

"call!"

Voldemort took a deep breath, then turned to the seven Death Eaters who still had fighting power. "Hold it off. I need to have a good talk with Mr. Gaius, but don't kill it."

"Hey! That's not very ethical!" Aaron said sheepishly, taking two steps back.

Voldemort smiled but didn't say anything. They were all old acquaintances; what was the point of being so hypocritical?

He teleported directly in front of Aaron. Abe reacted and tried to turn around, but at that moment, seven black shadows suddenly appeared in mid-air and surrounded him.

Various spells struck the white scales, sparks flying. Abe roared in pain, but showed no intention of retaliating, only wanting to go back and protect his master.

“Take care of yourself,” Aaron said immediately. “I’ll be fine.”

"Listen to me, this is an order."

"Roar!"

Abe roared angrily, venting his rage on the Death Eaters.

They used hurricane and dragon breath alternately, and although they were at a disadvantage, their hard scales made it difficult to gain the upper hand for a time.

Voldemort noticed this scene and was somewhat speechless.

In other words, he didn't bring any of the magical creatures he had recruited, including Dementors, otherwise he wouldn't have suffered such a humiliating defeat.

Voldemort tapped his index finger and pointed his wand at Aaron's forehead. "You can probably guess what I'm going to do, right?"

“The Imperius Curse or the Mind-Stealing Curse,” Aaron said bitterly. “It might not work. If you can hack into Harry’s brain, you should know I know Occlumency.”

“So I will use another kind of dark magic,” Voldemort sneered, then transformed into black particles and pounced on Aaron. “Remember Quirrell? That’s how I possessed him.”

Aaron: ......

Did he not know that Lao Tzu had insured his mind?

Chapter 506 Mind Space: My Territory, My Rules

The black particles merged into Aaron's body, and Voldemort successfully possessed him as well.

In this state, the effect of the brain-blocking technique will be greatly weakened, and with a little more effort, he can break through Aaron's brain defenses.

Just as he was feeling triumphant and preparing to explore the secrets of the Gaius family and the magical knowledge passed down through generations, his consciousness was suddenly pulled to its limit.

When he came to his senses, Voldemort found himself in a vast space.

Here, the sky and the earth are closely connected, the clear blue lake water reflects the clouds in the sky, and the magnificent blue aurora and the golden waterfalls on the snow-capped mountains weave together to create a most mysterious picture.

Voldemort unconsciously swallowed. Even he had never seen such a beautiful sight before, and he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. "Where is this place?"

"Welcome to my mental space." Aaron suddenly appeared on the lake and said with a proud look, "These beautiful scenes are woven from the postcards my parents used to send me. I must say they have great taste."

However, I only recently began constructing my mental space, so what you see is just a rough outline. I haven't had time to prepare the desert, grassland, forest, ocean, starry sky, and so on.

“Mind...space?” Voldemort murmured, his face gradually darkening. “You’ve been waiting for me here all along?”

"Hey, you absolutely can't say that. Didn't I warn you?" Aaron said seriously. "It's just that the human brain can become impulsive when driven by curiosity."

But I didn't expect the Dark Lord to be so impatient. I thought you would torture me severely before invading my memories!

"I was willing to take my time preparing, but you've been too unexpected. Who knows what might happen if we keep dragging this out?"

Aaron nodded noncommittally. Voldemort's concerns were justified, as his mental form had already reached the Department of Mysteries and was now outside the execution chamber.

Abe and the Death Eaters are locked in a stalemate, and if he finds the right opportunity, he might be able to take away a few more elite Death Eaters.

Then, he would merge with his original body, becoming a Grand Magus plus a Holy Dragon. That would be the capital to trade his life for Voldemort's. But now it seems that it doesn't have to be so complicated.

"My brain-blocking technique has long been perfected; even if a god were to come, he could not peek into my memories."

In addition, an ancestor of the Gaius family invented the Mind Concealment Technique more than a thousand years ago, which was improved by later generations and given the Mind Concealment Technique the ability to counter the enemy's consciousness.

And recently, I unexpectedly obtained a magical item that elevated my soul power to an invincible level. The inspiration for constructing my mental space came from that time.

"You're really well prepared!" Voldemort gritted his teeth. "Memory, mind, and soul—could you be any more cunning?"

"I dare." Aaron nodded very seriously. "My physical strength has reached a bottleneck. I will find a way to break through this limit in the future."

It takes opportunity, but anything is possible with effort; I'm sure I can do it.

Voldemort: ......

You're really bold to say that!

"To be honest, you are the first person to intrude into my mental space. Although you have very unfriendly intentions, I still want to know your opinion."

"You're a very knowledgeable and well-traveled person, what do you think of this place?"

“Very…beautiful, calming,” Voldemort reluctantly admitted, “but that’s not why I came here.”

"I understand, but unfortunately, you are destined to get nothing."

In my mental space, I possess immense authority and boundless magic. Although my strength will not exceed its actual limit, you will not be able to defeat me so easily.

And to put it bluntly, if I wanted to, I could kick you out with a single thought.

"But you didn't do that. Was there some other reason behind it?"

Aaron gave a shy smile. "As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. You want to pry into my memories, so naturally I want to see yours too."

But don't get me wrong, I have my limits. I only care about your knowledge; I won't look into your personal privacy, your conspiracies, or your future actions against the Order of the Phoenix and the wizarding world.

"Go to hell!"

Enraged, Voldemort swung his wand, and the green Killing Curse shot straight at Aaron.

He really couldn't take it anymore. The last time he felt this frustrated was more than a decade ago when the Killing Curse was reflected back at him by Harry Potter.

Aaron raised the Shield of Seraphim without hesitation. Supported by a constant stream of mental power, this powerful defensive magic suffered almost no damage to him.

"There's no need to take action! We can talk things over."

"At worst, I'll compromise. As long as you promise to let us leave as a descendant of Slytherin, everything is negotiable."

Voldemort's composure crumbled instantly, and he cursed, "Don't even think about it!"

“Old people are just stubborn.” Aaron shook his head, then said sternly, “Since you’re not cooperating, don’t even think about leaving easily.”

"I can leave whenever I want, without your permission," Voldemort said, then withdrew from his consciousness, but to his astonishment he found himself still standing there, as if nothing had happened.

"what have you done?"

“Nothing was done,” Aaron shrugged. “It’s just that your method was a bit off.”

To leave this place, you either need my permission, kill me, or completely destroy this space.

Friendly reminder: erasing my consciousness here will have absolutely no effect on me in the real world, but if I accidentally destroy your consciousness, then you're truly finished.

"Besides, time flows much slower here than outside, and your Death Eaters are being held up by my pets. I have plenty of time to argue with you."

Voldemort laughed in anger, "You think you can beat me?"

"I didn't use powerful magic earlier because we're on the ninth level underground; if something happened, none of us would be in trouble. But this is your territory, and I don't have that kind of scruple."

“I didn’t either,” Aaron said bluntly. “No matter how badly you destroy this place, it’s just a matter of minutes for me to restore it after I leave.”

Moreover, the initiative is now in my hands. If things get really dangerous, I will not hesitate to kick you out.

"damn it."

Voldemort cursed, never expecting that he, who had spent his days hunting geese, would have his eyes pecked by one.

I thought I was on the second level, but to my surprise, the other side was on the fifth level.

The next moment, Voldemort made his move decisively.

A silver light flashed at the tip of his wand, and the azure lake water surged wildly, forming a giant python tens of meters long, no less than Abe's size.

The giant python roared to the sky, its fangs, formed by flowing water, appearing unusually cold under the aurora.

"Hahaha!" Voldemort laughed. "Your plan is excellent, but in the face of absolute power, any schemes and tricks are futile."

You're too weak now; you're no match for me at all.

"That's how it should be normally, but..."

Before the words were finished, an intricate, icy blue magic circle appeared on the lake's surface.

"Thousands of miles of ice!"

The pale white chill spread rapidly, freezing the lake surface wherever it passed, and the giant python transformed into a magnificent ice sculpture at a visible speed.

"You..." Voldemort's expression changed slightly. "This is impossible. You're just a mage; how could you possibly use such magic?"