A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Voldemort was greatly shocked. Although he was very close to becoming a Saint Magus, and even had one foot in that realm, he was not a true Saint Magus after all.

The previous ultimate magic circle only bothered him, but this magic made him feel a deadly threat.

However, after the initial panic came pure joy. Aaron's treasure trove might be even bigger than he had imagined, which further solidified his previous idea: to exchange a Horcrux for an opportunity.

He immediately raised his wand, and his own magic transformed into a thick white beam of light, which pierced the thunder dragon's head like a sharp spear.

Hey!

The thunder dragon roared down, and the white magic gradually faded amidst the thunder.

Voldemort immediately increased his magical output, and the white beam of light suddenly grew larger, suppressing the Thunder Dragon.

Seeing this, Aaron also poured in his magic, and a fierce roar soon came from the dark clouds. Black and purple lightning burst forth and engulfed the pillar of light along with Voldemort.

boom!

A huge explosion sounded.

A sinkhole was blasted into the lake, and endless lake water poured into it.

The sky cleared instantly, with only a few dark purple lightning bolts slowly dissipating.

"call!"

Aaron let out a long sigh of relief; even with the support of his mental space, that move still left him feeling exhausted.

Looking at the sinkhole filled with overflowing lake water, Aaron's lips twitched violently.

No wonder his ancestor Wihett forbade him from practicing forbidden magic at home; it was a magic capable of destroying a city!

"Cough cough!"

A weak cough sounded at an inopportune moment, and a cloud of black mist suddenly flew out of the sinkhole.

Voldemort landed on the lake in a disheveled state, his black wizard robes mostly burned off, with several burns on his body and blood seeping from both arms.

"Holy crap! You're still alive?"

Aaron was shocked. Voldemort was practically unkillable; even his strongest spell, which he used to push his limits, hadn't killed him.

"Hehe! Surprised?"

You're not a Saint Magister after all, and I'm not as weak as you think.

That's a decent move, but it's a spell that focuses on area-of-effect damage, so I can still block it.

“That’s true.” Aaron nodded thoughtfully.

If he could compress his magic into a single point and release it, Voldemort would be completely annihilated, leaving not even a trace. The problem is that his current mastery of magic is not yet at that level.

"It doesn't matter, I can just finish him off with another stab," Aaron muttered.

"Are you sure?" Voldemort said playfully, "This space probably wouldn't last even if it happened again, right?"

Aaron's eye twitched slightly; Voldemort was indeed telling the truth.

His mental space had only been built for less than half a year. Although it looked quite beautiful, it was not that solid. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been shaken by a forbidden magic.

"Fine, a little trouble is fine!" Aaron slapped his forehead, and crimson-gold flames suddenly erupted from his arms. "Dragon Slayer Secret Technique... Crimson Lotus Blazing Blade!"

Voldemort: ......

Damn! So what if you have a lot of magic power?

He immediately erected a barrier in front of him, but he was too weak to move. The barrier shattered under the impact of the flames, and he skipped several stones across the lake before finally coming to a stop.

"This is outrageous!"

"I was ganged up on and beaten by your ten men before. Targeting me and launching a sneak attack is just going too far," Aaron said disdainfully. Now that the pretense of civility had been dropped, he didn't need to hold back.

"Dragon Slayer Secret Technique..."

Seeing the flames reignite in Aaron's hand, Voldemort seemed to realize something, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"and many more."

"You've changed your mind, haven't you!" Aaron raised an eyebrow, and a meticulously drafted contract appeared before him. "Let's sign this contract now, and we'll remain strangers. From now on, we'll go our separate ways."

"Don't think too much."

Voldemort scoffed and lightly waved his wand.

A burst of flame erupted from the tip of his wand, but he did not stop. Instead, he used his remaining magic to unleash the flame with all his might.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Aaron looked at him suspiciously. "I'm still here, a Dragon Slayer Mage. It's a pipe dream to burn down my space with Fiendfyre."

Aaron exhaled and inhaled, swallowing a large amount of flames into his stomach.

A slight smile finally appeared on Voldemort's face, and he then frantically burned everything around him with Fiendfyre. "Let's see how much you can eat."

Upon hearing this, Aaron's expression changed drastically; he seemed to understand Voldemort's intentions.

The Fiery Blaze is a demonic fire that can burn everything. If left unchecked, this space will be destroyed by the flames. However, if the flames are to be stopped, the only options besides sealing them are to consume them.

However, sealing also takes time, and Voldemort will not give him that chance, so the only way out for him is to eat fire.

The problem is that his magic power has a limit. If it exceeds this limit, his body may not be able to withstand it, and then Voldemort will find a chance to leave.

"Look at this!" Voldemort said smugly as he excitedly set the fire. "What a simple thing! Why would I complicate something so simple!"

Mr. Gaius, I think I'll be able to get out soon.

In the real world, the situation can reverse in an instant; what you just gave me, I will repay you a thousandfold.

Aaron was furious, but he could only channel his grief and anger into his appetite.

Although the magic replenished in the mental space has no effect on the real world, we can't just stand by and watch the space he painstakingly built crumble!

Even if he could easily return to his original state in an instant afterward, he would inevitably feel regret.

It's all because of my OCD. Next time, I'll definitely use a defensive magic circle to cover every corner of my mental space and turn this place into an indestructible fortress.

......

Click!Click!

As Aaron devoured the last of the flames, his body was covered in cracks, through which wisps of flame could still be seen.

"Are you full?" Voldemort asked meaningfully. "If you're not full, there's plenty more."

“You shouldn’t have used Fiery Blaze against me.” Aaron was overwhelmed, but a strange smile appeared on his lips. “You won this round, but the situation in the real world is in my favor.”

Upon hearing this, Voldemort frowned slightly.

He wanted to ask something more, but then he noticed that Aaron's body was slowly dissipating, and his consciousness was being pushed out of the space.

A short while later, he returned to reality.

Feeling his real body and the still relatively abundant magic within him, Voldemort breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Just as Aaron had said, his state after leaving the Mind Space was exactly the same as before entering it.

“Gaius, it was my oversight just now, but I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

"Come with me obediently, and I'll find a way to get what I want."

“I refuse.” Aaron’s voice was hoarse, and the moment he raised his head, Voldemort took a step back in surprise.

Good guy, really good guy.

He transformed himself into something inhuman in his quest for immortality, but the person opposite him seemed even more ruthless.

Aaron's right cheek was covered with bluish-black dragon scales, his right arm had turned into a dragon claw, his pupils had turned into cold vertical pupils, and a wing had slowly grown from his back.

"Roar!"

Aaron let out a roar, and the terrifying sound wave forced Voldemort back more than ten steps.

The loud noise drew everyone's attention. The battle in the mind's eye was particularly difficult for Voldemort and Aaron, but only a brief moment passed in the real world.

Abel was still entangled with the seven Death Eaters, and Harry and his friends were anxiously watching the battle unfold, but the sudden change in Aaron came almost without warning.

“Animagus?” Voldemort asked with a grim face. “No, this is definitely not Animagus, nor is it Disguise Magus.”

"Mine is far more advanced than Transfiguration." Aaron clenched his right hand, feeling the immense magical power coursing through his body, and couldn't help but be captivated.

If magic energy had a data bar, he would probably be able to clearly see that his magic energy, which had been depleted to less than three digits, was rapidly increasing, breaking through five digits in the blink of an eye and reaching the threshold of a Grand Magister.

Although the speed slowed down after that, it was still improving towards the bottleneck of intermediate-level archmage.

Voldemort also noticed Aaron's change in state, and his composure immediately crumbled. He even felt that fate had played a cruel joke on him.

He finally managed to bring Aaron to near death, then messed around in his mental space, almost losing his life before escaping. But as soon as he came out, Aaron unleashed his full power.

Not only did his injuries heal instantly, but his magic power also increased by at least 100%. Is there any justice in this world?

Chapter 508 Twin Brothers, the Phoenix Order Arrives Just in Time

A terrifying phantom of a giant dragon appeared behind Aaron, its wingspan alone obscuring most of the execution chamber.

In terms of size alone, Abe is a little brother compared to this dragon.

"Gulu!"

The sound of swallowing saliva rang out one after another, leaving everyone speechless with surprise.

Although the dragon was just a phantom, it made them feel suffocated, and the extreme pressure seemed capable of easily tearing them apart.

"What... kind of power is this?" A hint of fear flashed in Voldemort's eyes.

"Dragon Power, a deeper application of dragon-slaying magic."

Under normal circumstances, I would have to wait until I reach the intermediate or even advanced level to awaken this power.

"Thanks to the fire you set in my mental space, although it has no connection to the real world, absorbing a sufficient amount of the magic power of a peak archmage allowed me to barely find the feeling of awakening this power."

"How do you have such power?" Voldemort glared at Aaron with envy, jealousy, and hatred. "This is not fair."

He only broke through to the rank of Archmage when he was accumulating capital for his business in the magical world. He himself couldn't count how much effort he put in, how much suffering he endured, or how many people he killed during that time.

But compare that to Aaron, whose proud history of struggle is actually a story of bitterness.

Aaron pointed to the phantom of the giant dragon behind him and explained very understandingly, "Smaug the evil dragon, also known as Tyrant Smaug, is the last dragon king-level dragon of the Third Age."

It can speak human language, has extremely high intelligence, its scales are indestructible, and its dragon breath can easily destroy a town.

In other words, it doesn't possess any magic; otherwise, it would at least be at the Saint-level.