A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

"Do you mind if I clean up some bugs before getting down to business?" Voldemort asked meaningfully.

"Ah..." Aaron glanced at Cedric and the others without leaving any trace, "I personally do mind it."

"As long as you surrender to me, I don't have to kill them."

Aaron's mouth twitched and he rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I won't agree to this."

"I think so, but I will give you a chance to regret it.

Let’s do it! Wormtail. "

"As you command, my master." Pettigrew immediately waved his wand, "Crush the bones."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Aaron cast the Cruciatus Curse at the same time, and two identical curses collided in the air.

Red sparks continued to fly, and the aftermath of the magic impact crushed the grass on the ground.

"You're just looking at me? If you don't want to die, come here and help me."

A few words woke up Cedric and the others. No matter how scared they were at this time, they had to do it, otherwise their lives would be in danger.

Cedric hurriedly climbed up and pointed his wand at Voldemort, who was being held by Wormtail.

After a brief tremor, his expression immediately became extremely firm.

"Shattered to pieces!"

A giant snake over three to four meters long suddenly stood in front of Voldemort, and Cedric's Bone Shattering Curse hit it with almost no damage.

"hiss!"

"Keep him alive, Nagini." Voldemort said calmly.

The giant snake swallowed the snake letter and quickly approached Cedric.

Cedric was horrified and cast several different spells in succession, but they only made the giant snake curl up slightly, and the effect made him feel desperate.

Fleur also joined in, and worked with Cedric to deal with Nagini. The two of them released magic spells at the same time, barely able to compete with Nagini.

"WC! What were you doing there?" Aaron's expression changed drastically, because if both of them were restrained by a snake, then Krum would have no one to watch.

What are you afraid of?

Krum's pupils began to turn white, and he approached Harry Potter like a zombie.

"Fuck! You don't have martial ethics."

Aaron cursed in his mind and kicked Harry hard at the same time.

Harry ignored the pain in his forehead and quickly picked up the wand and pointed it at Krum, "Collapse..."

"Collapsed."

A spell hit Harry Potter from the side, knocking him unconscious.

Fake Moody limped over from a short distance away. He carefully took Voldemort and placed him on a soft cushion. Then he knelt in front of him with an extremely pious expression and said, "Master."

"Get up!

You have done a very good job, and I will give you a reward that you have never imagined. "

"This is the master I should be." Fake Moody said respectfully, then stood up and looked meaningfully at Pettigrew, who was competing with Aaron for magic power, but he had no intention of helping.

"Uh... may I ask, who are you?"

"You will know that the effects of the Polyjuice Potion will be here soon."

Aaron was thoughtful, and then increased the magic output.

The crimson light became even brighter, instantly overpowering Peter Pettigrew's Cruciatus Curse and hitting him hard.

"ah!"

Peter Pettigrew's heart was as sharp as a knife, and he let out a shrill scream.

"Trash." Voldemort said coldly, "Even if the demonic energy is superior to him, he will be defeated."

"There is a gap between people after all." Aaron said nonchalantly, "His magic energy is better than mine, but my combat power is better than his."

"Master." Fake Moody looked at Voldemort, "I..."

"Go! Be careful."

"yes!"

Fake Moody smiled coldly, threw away the crutch in his hand, and attacked Aaron crazily.

The two fought for several rounds, and various spells collided in a dizzying manner. For a while, no one could do anything about the other.

After a while, Peter Pettigrew also joined in. Facing two at least two magisters, Aaron, who only had half of his magic power, could only fight and retreat.

"Do you want to take back your missing body?" Aaron secretly thought, feeling very hesitant.

This is his biggest trump card. If he plays this card, Peter Pettigrew and Fake Moody will never be his opponents, but everything will become even more uncontrollable, because Voldemort has not personally taken action until now.

Although he looks weak now, since he chooses to show up, it means that he is absolutely sure to be resurrected.

This confidence comes from strength. As long as he can hold the magic wand, he will still be the Dark Lord who can cover the sky with one hand.

Once his full strength is exposed, he can only face Voldemort head-on once.

It's not sure if he has any other back-up plan. If you calculate it conservatively, the outcome is 50-50, but it is absolutely impossible to leave with others.

At this moment, Cedric's screams suddenly came from not far away. He was bitten on the shoulder by Nagini, the venom seeped into it, and blood continued to flow out.

Furong was also entangled by it, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

"That's almost enough," Voldemort said.

Fake Moody and Peter Pettigrew tacitly stopped fighting, while Nagini brought Cedric and Fleur over.

"Gaius, you haven't lost yet, but you have."

Aaron looked at the injured Cedric and Fleur, then at the unconscious Harry Potter and Viktor Krum who was controlled by the enemy. He felt helpless and aggrieved.

"If only one of you three would listen to me just now, we wouldn't be in this situation now."

Cedric and Fleur looked at each other and lowered their heads in tears.

"Um...can you let the three of them leave?"

"Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me now?"

"But you definitely want to negotiate terms with me." Aaron said firmly.

"Smart." Voldemort's voice was hoarse, "But let's wait a while to discuss the terms. After all, my current posture is somewhat rude.

Before that, it would be better for you not to have any counterattack capabilities, what do you think? "

Aaron pursed his lips and threw his wand on the ground very seriously.

"Expelliarmus."

Fake Moody threw out two wands and handed over Cedric and Fleur's wands.

"I really suffered a lot from you this time." Furong said bitterly, "Fighting for the championship is still life-threatening."

"Huh? I won't take the blame.

It's not me who's hurting you, it's Harry Potter. "

"You can say that." Fake Moody explained proudly, "In a sense, Gaius saved your lives.

My main purpose is to let Harry Potter get the trophy. In other words, you are all his obstacles and the ones I want to eliminate.

If it weren't for him, you would have been killed in the first project.

It was difficult for me to do the second event, not only because I couldn’t get into the water, but also because Klein had projected the competition.

The third event was my last chance. I controlled Krum before the game and gave him instructions at any time through those projections.

Originally, I planned to let him sneak attack you, or lead you to a place with more magical animals... You can die from accidents or murder, as long as it allows me to achieve my goal.

But Gaius made me change my mind. When all the warriors touch the trophy together, Harry Potter and Aaron Gaius will fall into the hands of the master. As for your life and death, it is not that important. "

"Did you hear that?" Aaron shrugged, "I didn't trick you, but I helped you survive until now."

"Let's stop talking nonsense and tie up the three of them."

"As you command, Master." Fake Moody said, conjuring three ropes to tie Cedric, Fleur, and Krum tightly.

Then he controlled Harry to float up and tied him to a sculpture next to the tombstone.

"Why don't you tie me up?" Aaron asked in confusion.

"Why bind you if you can't?" Voldemort said matter-of-factly, "I know your abilities very well. Unless it's a special prison, I won't be able to imprison you."

Aaron smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will make trouble for you?"

"Nagini will watch them, and if you dare to move, it will bite someone's neck decisively.

Even if you don't care about their lives, my servants will look after you. "

Aaron's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a sneer: "You are so thoughtful."

"Wormtail, are you ready with what I need?"

"Of course, my master." Pettigrew nodded hurriedly and pushed a heavy stone crucible to the tomb.

This crucible is filled with a special solution, and the fire below crackles, causing it to boil continuously.

Harry's scar began to ache again, waking him from his slumber.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he regretted it. Voldemort was about to be resurrected, and the scene he feared most was about to appear in front of him.

"Calm down, what's supposed to come will come." Aaron comforted.

"Stop him quickly and leave me alone. We must not let him resurrect."

"Shut up, you idiot who can't even understand your situation." Fake Moody cursed loudly, "Crucia..."

"Stop." Voldemort shouted, "He is mine, don't snatch it from me."

"Yes, Master."

"Professor Moody." Harry couldn't believe it, but he quickly thought of something, "No, you are not Professor Moody. What did you do to him?"

The fake Moody's magic eye turned in a circle and said meaningfully: "Maybe you can see him after you die."

"He's still alive." Aaron rolled his eyes and said, "This brother is still using Polyjuice Potion, which means Moody is still alive."

"Disappointing, I still want to see his desperate expression!

But I believe there will be this opportunity soon. "

"Come on, Wormtail, I can't wait."

"Yes." Pettigrew tremblingly picked up Voldemort and placed him in the crucible.

With a hissing sound, Voldemort was swallowed by the solution, and the liquid became more viscous and turbid.

"The bones of your father, donated unintentionally, can regenerate your son." Pettigrew pointed at Thomas Riddle's grave with his wand.

A section of Voldemort's father's bones flew out of the grave and fell into the crucible.

The solution instantly turned blue and emitted a large amount of white vapor.

The hearts of several warriors froze, and they wanted to stop it, but they were powerless.

Then Pettigrew stretched out his right hand in fear, holding a knife in his left hand, and sobbed in fear: "Your servant's flesh, a voluntary donation, can make your master reborn."

Except for Fake Moody, who looked excited, everyone else turned their faces away.

With a scream, Pettigrew's right hand fell into the crucible, and the potion turned red, as if a pot of fresh blood was being brewed.