Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"You are also within the attack range. If you activate the magic circle, you will also suffer the same damage."

"That's what you said, but you overlooked some things." Aaron said with a bright smile, but in Riddle's eyes, it was extremely cold.

"Although I am a few years younger than you, my physical fitness is far superior to yours.

The difference in physique at the critical moment is fatal. I am definitely more able to carry it than you. After taking the attack, I will definitely breathe more than you.

At this time, what we are playing is heartbeat, and we are betting on life, but my chances of winning are slightly higher. "

Chapter 194 On the Importance of Compensation

"You... lunatic, you are a lunatic, what good will this do you?" Riddle yelled to increase the power of the spell, and the Cruciatus curse was pushed forward dozens of centimeters.

But Aaron is also outputting violently, frantically consuming his own magic energy to support the Bone Crushing Curse. At this time, the gap in strength between the two sides has narrowed a lot, and Riddle's quick victory is also an extravagant hope.

"No benefit, but making the enemy feel bad means I've done nothing wrong."

"Aaron Gaius." Riddle gritted his teeth angrily, "Didn't I say I wouldn't kill you? As for fighting with me?"

"Isn't this all forced by you?" Aaron looked sad and angry, "I don't want to do this either, but as the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it.

If I don't kill you today, there will be a Voldemort staring at me in the future, and no one can stand it! "

Riddle's old face darkened, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He thought he was somewhat self-cultivated, but at this moment he had the urge to yell.

But soon he thought of something, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, he calmed down, and asked meaningfully: "The plan is good, but you haven't thought about what to do if it fails?"

"You can rest assured about this, I have definitely considered it comprehensively enough.

It is the most ideal for you to die and live, but it is not unacceptable for me to suffer from both sides.

Don't forget that I have a phoenix, a holy dragon, and three second-year wizards on my side.

Although they can't help you much in battle, you don't need to learn such trivial things as making up swords. "Aaron said lightly, but he hit Riddle hard on the psychological defense line.

He can accept that he was defeated by Aaron, and it is not shameful to be defeated by a genius, but he cannot bear to be picked up by a few little wizards anyway, it is a great insult.

Especially there is a Harry Potter in it, a naked whip corpse!

"I won't give you a chance." Riddle said seriously, "As long as you don't activate this magic circle, there is no possibility for your plan to start."

"It's as if I need a chance." Aaron said with difficulty and took out the second wand, aiming his free left hand at the magic circle on the ground.

"Wait a minute first." Harry hurriedly stopped Aaron and said, "We can help, and it should be possible to buy you a few seconds."

"No, I'm begging you, don't be a waste of help." Aaron said in a panic, "If you join now, he can hook up the spell and drag you into the magic circle, and then it will be difficult."

"Well, what if we hit it from a distance?" Ron asked.

"That's even worse. He can retreat outside the magic circle, and my plan will really be aborted."

"Don't be so cautious, you can try." Riddle chuckled lightly, his voice full of temptation.

But the three of them shuddered in unison, and silently retreated a certain distance.

"Aaron, what can we do?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Is there no other way?"

"If there were, I wouldn't do it.

All in all, don't worry about me, I'm sure I won't die.

You are ready to make up the knife, but remember to be quick and ruthless, and don't give him the slightest chance. "

Riddle's expression was slightly condensed, and he felt that Aaron seemed to have noticed something.

But at this time, he didn't dare to ask too much. After all, his opponent was a bit too shrewd. It would be bad if he really noticed something.

Aaron added the last part to the magic circle. The black blood on the formation quickly evaporated and turned reddish brown, and the magic circle also shone with a dark red light.

There was a faint sizzling sound in the air, and the black lightning flashed in and out. At first, it was only the thickness of a hair, but in the blink of an eye, it formed an extremely ferocious black thunder snake.

Thunder Snake jumped out of the magic circle with a roar, and flew straight to the ceiling. Just the escaping electric charge shocked the two of them crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Riddle trembled all over, trying to stay away from the magic circle under their feet, because the thunderstorm above their heads was already brewing, and if it fell, they would not die or be disabled.

But Aaron was holding on to his own Bone Crushing Curse, not giving him a chance to retreat.

"Madman, do you want to die with me?"

"It's a good idea, you don't deserve to die with me." Aaron said righteously, "By the way, a friendly reminder, the main material of that sword is mithril, which is quite conductive."

"what?"

Riddle looked at the silver long sword inserted in front of him, the electric arc on it was clearly visible, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

This is not a sword, this is a large lightning rod!

rumbling...

The black Razer opened its fangs and fell vertically from above, pointing directly at the core of the magic circle.

But at the moment of falling, Razer seemed to sense something, and part of its energy flew towards Riddle, to be more precise, it fell towards the silver long sword in front of him.

In this way, the Thunder scored seven points, Aaron scored three points, and Riddle scored seven points.

Under the baptism of the thunderstorm, Aaron and Riddle were forced to remove their respective spells, and only had time to let out a tragic wail.

The entire secret room was shaking constantly, gravel and dust mixed with clear lake water fell from the ceiling.

The three of Harry were also swayed left and right by the impact, staring dumbfounded at the two extremely eye-catching human-shaped skeletons bathed in the thunder.

A few seconds later, the magic circle disappeared along with the thunder, leaving two figures chopped into black charcoal on the cracked ground.

"Aaron."

Hermione murmured in a low voice, and quickly ran towards him.

Harry and Ron didn't stand still, and followed Hermione with Ginny.

"There must be nothing wrong with you!" Hermione carefully turned Aaron's face over, her eyes were red from crying with worry.

She is also at a loss now, not knowing what to do.

As a top student, she knows a lot of magic spells, but she has never learned healing spells, so she can't help at all.

"He must be alive." Harry said a little unsure, "The Aaron Gaius I know wouldn't risk his life if he wasn't sure."

"Hurry up and take him to the professors!" Ron just wanted to help Aaron up, but he withdrew his hands resentfully, "This won't work either! The barrier will take at least half a day to break."

"It doesn't matter so much, take him there first." Hermione wiped away tears, "At least they can tell us how to deal with emergencies."

At this time, the Phoenix Fox flew to Aaron, shed a few crystal clear tears, and dripped on Aaron's face.

The scorched black on his face faded a lot, revealing a healthy rosy color.

"That's right! The tears of the phoenix can heal wounds." Harry suddenly realized, "Aaron is saved."

Hermione also breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and looked at Phoenix with blurred eyes, "Thank you, Fox."

After a while, Aaron opened his eyes in a daze, saw three familiar faces, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I really survived."

"Still talking!" Hermione rolled his eyes at him, "You almost died, you know that?"

"I won't die, I still have a bottle of potion, Abe will save me in time." Aaron explained, "By the way, where is my dragon cub?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it just now."

"Forget it, since the winner is decided, then that thing is not that important."

"What?" Hermione asked puzzled.

Aaron didn't mean to answer, but waved his hands and forced himself to sit up, "Can you help me get the sword back first?"

Harry nodded, pulled out the long silver sword, and handed it to Aaron.

"The quality of this sword is really good. It's fine to be struck so hard by lightning."

"That's natural. If the quality is not up to standard, I dare not take it out and use it."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at the two basilisks that were still steaming after being roasted by lightning, but he was also speechless.

"Speaking of which, you are obviously in the second grade. Isn't your ability too much?" Ron said with some envy and hatred, "Let's not talk about the prefects, the graduates probably can't beat you."

Aaron gave him a contemptuous look, and explained confidently: "I just spent all the time you spend distracted on studying, and used the time you spent playing on training, and used you to plot evil time was spent thinking about it.”

Ron:  …

Why do these words sound so sad?

"Ah... I agree with the first two sentences, but there is really no conspiracy."

"Really? Then explain about the compound soup."

"I...this..." Ron hesitated, looked at Harry and Hermione awkwardly, hoping that they could help to say a few words, after all, the three of them did it together.

However, one of the two looked at the ceiling and the other looked at the ground, and they cooperated quite tacitly.

They're not stupid either, it's better to be embarrassed alone than three together.

Aaron shook his head playfully, and looked at Ginny, who had more blood on her face, "How is she?"

"Better than before, but still unconscious." Ron looked at Aaron gratefully, "Thank you this time, if you hadn't defeated Tom Riddle and regained my sister's vitality, I wouldn't have know what's going on."

"You're welcome, I'm doing it for myself too.

It wouldn't do me any good if Voldemort came back to life. "

"It really hurts me to think that!"

Riddle's voice fell into everyone's ears clearly, and the few people were shocked and looked over in horror.

Riddle, who was covered in scorched black, stood up slowly, and the injuries on his body were still recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, but there was a faint gleam all over his body, which was much more blurred than at the beginning.

Aaron was stunned for a while, then turned to look at the three of Harry, "Don't tell me that I didn't make up the knife just now."

"We see him hurt like that..." Harry said anxiously, but seeing Aaron's indisputable look, he couldn't say anything.

Hermione and Ron also turned pale, trembling with fear.

I thought that even if Riddle didn't die, he was only half breathed. Who would have thought that he would be resurrected with full blood in less than a minute!

"This is a sad reminder, how can you be so unreliable." Aaron said bitterly. At this moment, he felt the horror of the pig teammates. The good situation he worked so hard to create was turned over by Voldemort.

"Harry Potter, I thank you from the bottom of my heart." Riddle laughed loudly, "I really felt death brushing past me just now."

"Fire!" Hermione yelled suddenly.

But Riddle simply raised his wand, and the Fire Curse was canceled, and Hermione's wand was sent flying.

"If it was just now, the spell would still be a little threatening to me, but now this kind of fire can't even be used to keep warm."

Hermione took a few steps back in fear, and Harry picked up the long sword and rushed over with a roar, but he was hit by a pale white light and flew to the feet of the three of them within a few steps.

Ron immediately helped him up, and said tremblingly: "Aaron, can you use that trick again? At worst, the few of us will accompany you to be struck by lightning."

Chapter 195 The Diary Is the Body

"I want to too!" Aaron said tearfully, "but I'm out of strength, and do you think he'll give us a second chance?"

When Riddle heard this, a smug smile appeared on his face.

Having personally experienced the terrifying baptism of thunder, he dared not give Aaron another chance to draw a magic circle.

The future Voldemort experienced what it means to capsize in the gutter, and the present Tom Riddle does not want to experience the same shame.

"That means we can only fight him." Harry looked serious, looking at the wand in Riddle's hand, he suddenly thought of something, "Aaron, lend me your wand."

"What the hell?" Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, "Even if your brain is twitching, you have to pay attention to the occasion!"

"Now you don't have much magic power, but I do. All I need is a wand."

Hearing this, Ron also reacted.

His wand is useless, but Aaron's wand is still in good condition, so it's a good idea to borrow it.

"I also..."

"Don't." Aaron rolled his eyes, "Even if I'm in a bad state, the magic wand in my hand is definitely more effective than yours."

"Ginny's wand," Hermione reminded, "You can use Ginny's."

Ron didn't think too much, and took out a black wand directly from Ginny's pocket.