A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"No buts." Hermione was interrupted by Aaron before she could finish speaking. "Running away now is the wisest decision."

Before the words had even finished, Ya Ya was the first to take off with her four short legs, bursting with extraordinary speed and running wildly.

Draco followed closely behind, screaming as he took off running.

Aaron didn't hesitate. He put in all his strength. What was the point of all his regular training? Wasn't it for this day?

But he stopped after running only a few steps, turned to look at Hermione who was motionless, and said, "Hurry up and run, what are you waiting for?"

"My legs are weak," Hermione said, on the verge of tears.

She wanted to escape this gloomy and terrifying place as soon as possible, but after the black-robed figure with silver blood on his lips appeared, her body became unresponsive, and her legs felt as heavy as lead.

She had seen many ghosts, but the fear this black-robed figure instilled in her was far beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Aaron: ......

"A generous gift of crabs! Your legs are just at the right time to go weak."

"I don't want to either!" Hermione said, choking back tears. "Why don't you run first and leave me alone?"

"Don't cry. I can't leave you here alone, a girl, no matter what."

"Two unlucky nights in a row, this is really something." Aaron said, taking a few steps forward and looking directly at the black-robed man who had stood up in front of him, his mind filled with speculation.

At this stage, it's estimated that only one person at Hogwarts needs to drink unicorn blood to survive, and it seems that the Dark Lord is indeed at the end of his rope.

Even with his opponent in this state, he wasn't confident he could defeat him and could only adapt to the situation.

"He's still too weak. If he were strong enough, we wouldn't have to put our hopes on others," Aaron murmured, his desire for power reaching its peak.

"Except your weapons!"

A dazzling red light flashed and struck the hooded figure.

However, the effect was not obvious. The other party simply took two steps back and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

“I knew it would be like this.” Aaron smiled bitterly, his right hand holding the wand trembling slightly, before roaring, “Expelliarmus.”

The man in black robes was dismissive and didn't even bother to dodge, but just as the red light was about to strike, he seemed to sense some danger and his body leaned back in a very strange way, narrowly avoiding the curse.

boom!

The curse struck a birch tree, leaving cracks that spread from the center outwards, making it extremely fragile, as if it could be topped over with the slightest push.

"Torn to pieces!" An extremely hoarse voice came from inside the black robe.

"Unfortunately, it missed."

“Even if you hit me, it won’t matter,” the man in black sneered. “You’re too weak. The power of the spell you release poses no threat to me.”

“I know,” Aaron said dismissively. “A person who can hunt unicorns wouldn’t be defeated by such a curse. I just wanted to buy myself some time to escape.”

It seems like it failed, but that's okay.

Chapter 64 Escaping is also a skill

“Actually, we can talk,” Aaron said, trying to appear calm. “I just sent a signal; Hagrid will be here soon, so…”

"So, you want me to release you?"

"No, what I mean is that if you surrender, I can spare your life in the name of the Gaius family."

I think the Ministry of Magic will give our family that much face; you don't need to go to Azkaban, you can retire in a fairly normal prison.

“Interesting.” The hoarse voice came again. The man in black robes seemed to have developed a bit more interest in Aaron and took a few steps forward. “You don’t seem to be very clear about your current situation.”

"Actually, I know very well." Aaron appeared very calm, and with his free left hand, he made a swirling gesture behind his back. Upon seeing this, Abe, who had been playing the role of a nobody, immediately turned around and ran away at top speed.

Just as the man in black noticed the change, Aaron diverted his attention, saying, "Two first-year wizards facing a terrifying dark wizard usually only face certain death."

However, things have changed. Hagrid could arrive at any time, and given your current half-dead state, I doubt you'd choose to fight a wizard with giant blood!

“You’re smart. I won’t make enemies for myself under the current circumstances.”

"But I'm confident I can wipe out one or two ants before he arrives," the man in black sneered.

"Then let's give it a try!" Aaron said, mustering his courage.

He knew very well that he absolutely could not show weakness in this situation, otherwise the other side would seize the opportunity and he would be finished.

It's impossible to expect the Dark Lord to be merciful.

Even if he is merciful, it is only when he is physically and mentally normal.

But now they've stooped so low as to drink unicorn blood to survive, which is an extreme example of psychological distortion and perversion.

Compassion is absolutely out of the question.

“You have guts.” The man in black robes continued to walk forward slowly, but he stopped after a few steps because Aaron had a white wand in his left hand. This made him hesitate and feel wary. He had encountered a genius!

No one understands the value of genius better than him, because he is a genius and knows the capabilities of a genius.

His experience is among the top ten in the magical world. He has seen many wandless spellcasters, and he himself is one of them, but this is the first time he has seen someone who can use two wands at the same time.

The ability to multitask is a rare talent, but it is undeniable that people with this talent have enormous potential.

He's in terrible shape right now; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's barely clinging to life. If he were to fall into a ditch, it would be incredibly frustrating.

"Hahaha! I never thought I could be so wrong."

I originally thought you were just an excellent but ordinary student, but now it seems that the word "excellent" is no longer enough to describe you.

It's good that you know how to conceal your talents at such a young age; that's a good habit.

Should I say thank you for the compliment?

"You can leave, but she has to stay."

Hermione shuddered, and shakily took out her wand, desperately trying to recall the offensive spells in her mind.

No one would choose to sit idly and wait to die unless they are desperate about life. If you have to take a chance, you have to take a chance.

"Why?" Aaron asked, puzzled. "She's just an ordinary wizard, the kind whose parents are Muggles."

"She is useless, but you are," the man in black said meaningfully, his voice full of seduction. "You are exceptionally talented, have unlimited potential, and are of extremely high value."

I want you to choose the right path, but that needs a little prompting.

Upon hearing this, Aaron gave Hermione a deep look, as if he had figured something out.

Abandoning his companions and running away alone will likely lead to pangs of conscience later on; this is the first step towards depravity.

When a good person feels guilty, and if they can't fill that void in their heart for a long time, then they can only become a bad person.

"Holy crap! You're a pervert."

However, you might be disappointed. Even if I run away, I'll only harbor hatred towards you; I won't feel any remorse.

The man in black ignored him and simply asked, "Is it one person to live or to stay and die with her?"

“Um…” Aaron stroked his chin, his brows furrowed. “This is a profound question. I need some time to think about it.”

"It's alright, take your time to think about it." The man in black said as he slowly walked towards Hermione.

"Stop!" Aaron immediately pointed his wand at him. "Back off, don't come any closer."

"Hmph! Trying to stall for time like this is underestimating me." The black-robed man's voice was filled with anger. "You'd better make a choice before I kill her, or you won't be able to escape either."

"So there's no room for negotiation?" Aaron said coldly. "Don't think I'm afraid of you."

No matter how powerful you were in the past, now you're just a coward who survives on unicorn blood and doesn't even dare to show your face.

To be honest, I really didn't take you seriously.

"You're courting death." Enraged, the man in black robes turned and flew towards Aaron.

Just now, he wanted to properly train Aaron, because with the young wizard's talent, it wouldn't be long before he could stand on his own and become his right-hand man and confidant.

But now he has changed his mind. No one has ever dared to insult him like that, never.

Before we can subdue this genius, we still need to suppress him properly. Being too arrogant is not a good thing.

"Do it!" Aaron roared.

At a command, Abe, who had circled behind the man in black robes, quickly switched to combat mode and slammed a claw into the back of the man's head.

"Ahhhh!"

A bloodcurdling scream emanated from the black robe, echoing throughout the forbidden forest.

"Abe, get out of the way."

Torn apart, torn apart, torn apart...

Taking advantage of your weakness, Aaron acted decisively, unleashing several spells with both hands while his opponent wailed.

However, the black-robed man's reaction speed was much stronger than he had expected. He cast six spells in a row, five of which were dodged by the other party, and only the last one sent him flying into a tree.

But as the man in black robes said, his spell did very little damage to him, at most only causing him to experience the pain of his body being torn apart, and for a very short time.

"Run, run quickly."

Aaron didn't care about anything else and grabbed Hermione's right hand, running wildly back the way they came.

At this moment, he regretted giving the magic carpet to Professor McGonagall; he should have carried this life-saving tool with him from now on.

But the next moment, he threw that idea far away.

Because the man in black robes was chasing them by flying, he didn't need to watch the road or worry about the vines, bushes, and uneven ground in the Forbidden Forest, making him much faster than Abrams.

"What a rip-off! This is cheating!" Aaron couldn't help but swear. "I must learn this kind of flying magic someday."

But as the man in black robes drew closer and closer, Aaron grew increasingly anxious. He regretted not casting more spells on him earlier, hoping to buy him even a second.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept by, and Aaron felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly pulled Hermione down to crouch.

A black shadow swept over the two men's heads, and by the time they stood up, the man in black robes was already standing in front of them.

"Hahaha!" Aaron laughed awkwardly. "Actually, it was just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding, it hurts!" the man in black sneered. "Want me to shatter you into pieces too? No, being reduced to dust is more suitable for you."

"You're being petty. A dark wizard like you must have been a famous figure in the past. You can't stoop to the level of a twelve-year-old child like me."