A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Why not?" Aaron countered. "Advanced elemental magic circles correspond to archmages, while ultimate elemental magic circles correspond to grand archmages."

Although I am not yet a Grand Magus, I have mastered the ultimate elemental magic circle. As long as my magic power can keep up with my combat power, I will naturally be able to advance to the rank of Grand Magus.

Unfortunately, this is my mental space, which perfectly complements the lack of magic.

"Even if what you said is true, you're only a beginner-level archmage."

For me, it's just a matter of spending more time.

"Perhaps that's true, but it will definitely leave you with an unforgettable memory," Aaron said calmly, then snapped his fingers, and a high-level magic circle of five elements—blue, red, yellow, green, and purple—arranged in a five-pointed star.

The hurricane, carrying giant waves, formed a waterspout; flames and boulders formed lava that fell from the sky like a meteor shower; and purple lightning flashed frequently, each strike carrying immense destructive power.

Voldemort was also a little stunned by this scene. Sure enough, having enough magic power makes a difference. He just unleashed his ultimate move right away!

He hurriedly waved his wand, and a white shockwave shot into the sky, shattering the thunderclouds. A large barrier blocked all the falling lava, and finally he pointed to the waterspout tens of meters high and controlled it with his own magic.

The dragon sucks water at a faster speed and with greater power, but it crashes back towards Aaron.

"Feel your own power!" Voldemort sneered.

“I’m not interested.” Aaron shook his head, and a mysterious blue magic circle appeared beneath his feet.

A giant hand made of water elements reached out from the lake and easily crushed the dragon's water. Then, a water elemental giant over a hundred meters tall rose from the lake.

The giant looked at Voldemort, his pupils, formed of flowing water, slowly deforming to reveal a human-like mockery.

"Ultimate water elemental magic, it could easily annihilate an army, but I believe it's nothing to the Dark Lord!"

“Of course.” Voldemort’s eyes twitched slightly, and then he waved his wand.

The water elemental giant's hand was instantly shattered, but the lake provided enough building materials for its body to recover in no time.

Seeing this, Voldemort roared, and green magic surged wildly.

The water elemental giant roared madly, but its body still uncontrollably detached from the water and was compressed into a water sphere.

boom!

The water balloon burst, turning into a torrential downpour in the sky.

"Amazing!" Aaron clapped.

"That's all you've got," Voldemort scoffed. "If this is all you can do, then..."

Before he could finish speaking, two identical water elemental giants rose from the bottom of the lake, and his voice abruptly stopped.

"you..."

"I practiced elemental magic for five years before I could barely cast the ultimate magic circle instantly, but using it multiple times is still a bit of a stretch," Aaron said with some shame. "However, this is my mental space. In a sense, I am the god here, although the weakest kind. But with enough magic power, I can still try things that I can't do in the real world."

"Taking down one is nothing to the Dark Lord, and I'm sure taking down two would be a piece of cake!"

Voldemort: ......

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Although he wanted nothing more than to tear Aaron to pieces, the two arms that were about to fall on him made him forget everything else.

The water elemental giants are enormous, giving them a huge advantage in water combat; every move they make can create waves tens of meters high.

While dodging and defending, Voldemort used the same trick again, using the Levitation Charm to make the two giants leave the water, and then using Polymorph and Vanish Charm to defeat them.

The powerful magic unleashed by a novice archmage was a bit difficult to deal with, but it was nothing to him.

But before he could even catch his breath, three ice-blue magic circles appeared before his eyes.

"Is this ever going to end?" Voldemort's face darkened completely.

"It depends on the situation." Aaron smiled slightly and patiently explained, "I wouldn't dare to use ultimate elemental magic recklessly in the real world. After all, I'm just a mage, and magic of this power is too taxing for me. It would drain my magic power in less than ten uses."

But this place is different. There's endless magic, thick sandbags—no, qualified sparring partners, no... well, it's exactly what you think it means.

Using a top-tier archmage to test my future abilities is perfectly appropriate. You can only blame your bad luck for trespassing into my territory.”

Upon hearing this, Voldemort was enraged and was about to unleash a torrent of curses when three dragon roars echoed from the magic circle.

Three enormous ice dragons flew out, their sharp teeth and claws, ice armor and scales, and snow-white ice wings all radiating a white chill.

They are slightly smaller than the water elemental giants, but their imposing presence is in no way inferior.

The ice dragon spread its wings, its claws slicing across the lake's surface, circling under the aurora.

They simultaneously unleashed a pale white dragon breath, and the three shockwaves converged in mid-air, shooting straight down at Voldemort.

"Fire!"

Voldemort roared and raised his wand, the blazing dark red demonic fire colliding with the dragon's breath.

The flames, capable of burning everything, were Voldemort's full power, and they consumed the dragon's breath in just a few seconds.

Voldemort did not stop immediately, but instead controlled the sea of ​​fire to engulf the three-headed ice dragon.

The three-headed ice dragon was touched by this flame, and its body melted rapidly.

They roared and howled in agony, then opened their massive jaws and rammed into Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't want to fight the three giant, burning ice balls head-on, so he immediately Apparated away.

Whoosh!

With a loud bang, Voldemort appeared behind Aaron.

"Avada eats the big melon!"

Aaron's phantom teleported dozens of meters away, but Voldemort pursued him relentlessly.

The two exchanged blows for several rounds while teleporting before quickly separating. Voldemort was unharmed, only slightly out of breath, while Aaron suffered minor injuries.

But in this space, his injuries healed at an incredible speed, infuriating Voldemort to the point of gritting his teeth, yet he could only rage helplessly.

He was confident he could win in a direct confrontation, but the opponent's boundless magic and terrifying self-healing ability were like two insurmountable mountains.

Unless he is killed in one blow, he really won't be able to get out in a short time.

Even more tragically, his magic power cannot be replenished here. If this continues, even if he is a peak-level archmage, there is a risk of him being caught off guard and losing his life.

Chapter 507 First Use of Forbidden Magic, Awakening of Dragon Power

"It's truly an honor to have forced the Dark Lord into close combat," Aaron said sincerely, without the slightest affectation.

Voldemort frowned slightly. This kid... is he up to something again?

It's no wonder he thinks that way. If he were in a situation where he had an overwhelming advantage, he would never be so polite. A dead enemy is a good enemy.

"Um... we don't really need to fight to the death here, right?"

"What do you want to say?" Voldemort asked with a grim face.

"It's the same condition: promise to let us leave if you are a descendant of Slytherin, and I'll let you leave this place," Aaron said calmly. "But there's an additional condition: you can't cause me any trouble afterward."

This deal is fair. After the fight just now, I believe you understand your current situation, while I am in an invincible position.

"Just that I can't cause you trouble?" Voldemort's lips curled into a playful smile. "Can I take that to mean you don't care about anyone else?"

“Uh…” Aaron scratched his head. “I know Harry Potter’s propensity for courting death all too well, and according to the prophecy, you definitely won’t let him off the hook.”

"Hmph!" Voldemort snorted. "You're quite clever."

"I wouldn't call myself clever, I'm just not stupid, I just don't want to cross your line." Aaron waved his hand helplessly. "Knowing him as I do, he won't give up fighting you as long as he's alive. As for his allies..."

At this point, Aaron suddenly paused, thinking of Hermione, whom he had teleported back to the Temple of the Roaring Gods, and gritted his teeth, "Add one more, Hermione Granger."

“A Mudblood?” Voldemort said angrily, “You are defiling your noble blood, Gaius.”

"Stop, it's not as serious as you make it out to be." Aaron's lips twitched slightly, and he forced a smile, saying, "I just have a slight crush on her."

"You left the house key with her; that's quite a show of goodwill."

Aaron paused for a moment, "That was probably a subconscious act. I regretted it afterward. It's mainly my mom's fault... She keeps reminding me to protect the girls around me."

Let's not talk about that. My request is simple: if she gets in the way of your plans in the future, you have to let her off this time.

"Are you sure? This is ridiculous."

“There’s nothing I can do.” Aaron shook his head, rubbing his forehead. “I’ve warned her many times, but that’s just how Gryffindor is. She might choose to help Harry Potter again in the future.”

“I see.” Voldemort chuckled. “There’s something I don’t understand. Now that you have the upper hand, there shouldn’t be any need for you to negotiate with me.”

“Slytherins are masters of self-preservation,” Aaron said bluntly. “I don’t believe in that prophecy, but I have a feeling I can’t kill you.”

A wizard who was killed by his own killing curse managed to survive for more than a decade in an extremely weak manner, and then miraculously made a comeback.

The Dark Lord is synonymous with trouble to me. I don't want to mess with you, but you shouldn't get in my way either.

I can pretend that your scheme against me never happened, and I don't care that you dragged me into the vortex of the magical world. How about we just keep to ourselves from now on?

Voldemort raised an eyebrow, his gaze towards Aaron filled with admiration. Such a sensible and discreet young man was truly rare.

He still has several Horcruxes, so even if Aaron were to kill him here, it wouldn't be a serious blow to him. But the feud between the two sides would be completely severed.

Now that the other party has taken the initiative to back down and given him a way out, he has indeed changed his opinion of them.

However, what troubled him was that even after all the effort he had put into tricking Aaron into joining the Department of Mysteries, the Gaius family had indeed adhered to their ancestral teachings and had not provided him with any assistance.

It's fair to say that the secret to becoming a god, the ancient magical knowledge, is right before our eyes, and it would be truly unacceptable to give it up so easily.

If he continues fighting, he might lose his life in this space, but after being resurrected, he might still be able to catch Aaron.

Trading a Horcrux for an opportunity... might not be a bad deal.

Voldemort immediately made a decision: "What if I don't agree?"

“Good, we can draw up a contract.” Aaron said, then realized what he meant, “Don’t agree? But…why?”

“You are very pragmatic, which I greatly admire.”

But if we let you leave today, there might not be another chance like this.

"I understand." Aaron suddenly realized, and his attitude immediately changed. "Then let's prepare to fight to the death!"

Aaron slowly raised his right hand, and instantly dark clouds rolled in the sky, with black and purple lightning surging and transforming into a ferocious thunder dragon that blotted out the sky.

Thunderbolts shot out from the dragon's eyes, tearing the sky apart and causing the space to tremble, while the calm lake below became turbulent.

"Ultimate elemental magic probably won't kill you, but forbidden magic corresponding to a Saint-level Archmage might be a different story." Aaron grinned, revealing his white teeth. "In reality, I really couldn't use such terrifying magic without thorough preparation, but here... hehe!"