A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 505 Summoning the Holy Dragon, an Insured Mind

The green magic power in the stone prison bloomed violently, and the seal was instantly shattered.

Voldemort walked out of the rubble with a proud look on his face, but within a second of his joy, he saw Aaron's body spinning around, and the red-gold flames on his arms formed a blazing fire blade and slashed at him.

His face was covered in flames, and he had no time to react. In panic, he instinctively crossed his arms in front of him.

boom! boom! boom!

The fire storm engulfed Voldemort in an instant and pushed forward crazily.

A huge red-gold fireball flew across half of the execution chamber, and then hit the wall hard. Everything in its path was melted, leaving a path paved with magma dozens of meters long on the ground.

Everyone present was stunned, and their minds went blank.

It can only be said that this kind of picture is exaggerated beyond their imagination and too unrealistic.

"Master." Bellatrix was the first to react, but before she could run over, she was grabbed by Lucius.

"Calm down, you crazy woman."

Bella pulled out her wand and said, "How dare you be disloyal to the Dark Lord."

Lucius twitched the corner of his mouth, and said hurriedly while letting go: "Think about that prophecy, Harry Potter is still here, the master must be fine.

And the master ordered us not to interfere. If you go there twice in a row, you will insult the Dark Lord's pride. "

Bella seemed to calm down after hearing this.

She looked at the collapsed ruins with a troubled face, but in the end she resisted the urge to rush over.

"Did you win?" Luna murmured.

"I don't know, but no one can survive such an attack!" Ginny said excitedly.

"Is he really in the same class as us?" Ron said in disbelief, "Is the gap between wizards and wizards so big?"

Neville was still in a dazed state, and Harry stared at the ruins of the wall intently, his eyes full of anticipation.

If the Dark Lord died like this, then the world would be at peace!

But this beautiful fantasy was quickly broken by reality. A white light flashed and the ruins suddenly exploded.

Voldemort slowly walked out of the collapsed wall, but his face was as gloomy as water.

There were several obvious holes in the black wizard robe, only the upper half of the sleeves on both sides were left, and there were obvious burns on the pale arms.

"It's really useless!" Aaron sighed, "This is my trump card."

"It's amazing." Voldemort praised without hesitation, "Ordinary great magisters may not be able to stop him, but they are not even close to trying to deal with me.

If you were a great mage, you would be a bit afraid of me. It's a pity that your talent is too great, but you have too little time to grow. "

"Should I thank you for the compliment?" Aaron said disdainfully, but secretly cursed in his heart.

What kind of truth are you talking about? I wonder if you can maintain this demeanor after seeing my missing body.

Voldemort smiled contemptuously, and then looked at Aaron curiously, "What kind of magic is this?"

"Dragon-slaying magic is a magic created by ancient wizards to kill giant dragons." Aaron said half-truthfully, "Want to learn? I know you want to learn, but I can't teach it."

"Ancient magic, what a surprise!" Voldemort said meaningfully, "I originally thought your greatest value was your blood, but the gods of the Gaius family seemed to have blocked the way to obtain it, but now it seems that I Ignore the more valuable things in your mind."

Aaron: ...

There is something in my mind about MMP that I don’t know whether I should say.

"My brain is not that easy to invade." Aaron smiled forcefully, "Believe me, doing that will not do you any good."

"Then I have to give it a try. I think I have plenty of ways to get you to cooperate." Voldemort looked at Aaron as if he were looking at a huge treasure mountain.

Voldemort was a frequent visitor to the Restricted Area when he was at Hogwarts. He couldn't say that he had learned all the knowledge about dark magic there, but he also understood some of it.

But there are not many of them that can significantly increase combat power, and they are all the ones with side effects.

He could feel that Aaron was not a high-level magician yet, but even the average high-level magician would have to shy away from that last move. If he could master this kind of explosive magic, he would be better able to deal with Dumbledore. Now that you are confident, there is no need to use the prophecy. Wouldn't it be nice to kill Harry Potter now?

With this thought in mind, Voldemort drew out his wand and walked towards Aaron.

The dozens of meters long magma path cooled rapidly, and Aaron's heart sank, "I'm warning you, don't force me."

"Do you still have the strength?" Voldemort shook his head unmoved, "At the age of sixteen, you suppressed my Death Eaters and caused some trouble for me, the Dark Lord. To do this is almost impossible. It can be said to be a miracle.

But magic energy is a flaw. Your magic is very strong, but it consumes too much magic power.

So, don't resist, it will be easier for you and me. "

"Fuck! My back hurts when I stand and talk." Aaron yelled, but the next moment he was hit by a magic spell.

The tearing pain instantly spread throughout his body, causing him to groan.

"You seem to have lost sight of the situation." Voldemort knocked his wand displeasedly, and another green light shot at Aaron, but he rolled to avoid it.

"The situation is more fickle than the weather!" Aaron forced a smile and drew a small white magic circle as he spoke.

Voldemort snorted, "Death struggle!"

When the white light dissipated, a cute pet wearing blue clothes appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone:......

That's it? Isn't this struggle too dramatic?

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and they knew that Abe was not as harmless as he seemed.

But there is also a Dark Lord and seven capable Death Eaters here, and a baby dragon probably won't be of much help.

Abe blinked blankly, and then he saw his master who had summoned him but was exhausted and lying on the ground panting.

"Roar!"

With an angry roar, Abe no longer tried to hide it, and immediately opened a pair of pure white wings.

The healing magic acted on Aaron's body in full force, quickly restoring his injuries and physical strength.

"I remember it." Voldemort looked at Abe's performance in surprise like everyone else, "But I didn't expect it to have this ability."

"After a few years, it's time for it to awaken its racial talent." Aaron said feebly. Abe's healing allowed him to regain some strength, but the dried magic power could not be replenished in this way.

"Do you think it can save you?" Voldemort mocked, "Are you sure it's not a gift to me?"

A magical animal with healing power, and possibly the only one in the magical world, its value is self-evident, and it must be conquered no matter what.

"Don't think about it. My dragon only listens to me." Aaron said with some pride, and then looked at Abe flying above him, "Are you ready?"

"The other master also apparated when I was summoned. He will be there soon." Abe responded in dragon language.

"Then let's do it!"

"But Master, your injury... still needs time."

"It's nothing, I'm just too tired." Aaron uttered a low syllable, "And even if the physical strength is restored, without magic power, it's just a human being, and I'm just a fish.

The most important thing is that they won't give me time to recover. If I strike first, I can take a little more initiative. "

"They're all bad people."

Aaron was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "That's right, they are all bad people.

Don't take any chances when dealing with bad guys, so don't be merciful later. We will be miserable if we can't kill them. "

"Do it!" Aaron ordered in dragon language.

"Roar!"

Abe fiercely waved his two front paws, and a giant magic circle emerged above him.

As it passed through the magic circle, it exuded a holy white light, and its body expanded dozens of times, turning into a giant white dragon more than ten meters long.

The huge mouth opened, and the hot dragon's breath spurted forward.

Voldemort felt the oncoming heat wave and immediately put his wand in front of him. The green magic separated the dragon's breath and plowed long ravines on the left and right sides.

"Fuck...fuck..." Ron stared at this scene with wide eyes and said incoherently, "Ha, Harry, I remember it wasn't transformed the last time I saw it, it wasn't this big, right?"

Harry also swallowed hard, "It's been four years. It's normal to grow up a little bit!"

"Normal?" Luna's face was full of astonishment, "There is probably only one dragon in the magic world, and it is too beautiful, and..."

Luna paused and said sheepishly, "And I even hugged it. I put it on the bed to sleep on Christmas the year before last... Oh my god! I'm so brave."

"We all teased it," said Ginny. "Harry and Ron also fed it occasionally."

Neville suddenly felt that he was a little redundant, "Everyone, it is quite a sense of accomplishment to have taken care of such a dragon, but I am not a disgrace. Isn't this the time to discuss this?"

The four of them were silent for a moment. A giant dragon was really shocking. It might be able to deal with Death Eaters, but the Dark Lord was impossible.

Dragon's Breath ended, leaving the Dark Lord unscathed.

Abe's pupils shrank and he flapped his wings. The hurricane mixed with the gravel on the ground formed a massive sandstorm.

The tip of Voldemort's wand flashed red and he waved it hard.

The hurricane turned around and hit the ceiling overhead. Gravel and gravel fell like rain, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly on the ceiling.

This execution chamber is definitely not small, it is several times larger than the Wizengamot trial chamber.

But after several rounds of repeated destruction, even with magical reinforcements it was overwhelmed. Only the arch connecting to the world of the dead on the dilapidated high platform in the center was still strong.

Seeing that the long-range attack had no effect, Abe quickly flew towards Voldemort.

The huge claws slapped hard, and the wind pressure caused ripples on the ground, but Voldemort was protected by a barrier, and the sharp claws could not touch him at all.

"It seems that it still needs a little training." Voldemort said thoughtfully, "Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"

Abe seemed to feel the threat and quickly turned around to avoid the curse.

Generally speaking, magical creatures have a certain degree of magic resistance. Powerful magical creatures such as dragons and phoenixes can even resist the life-killing curse.

Abe is a holy dragon who can press the phoenix to fight. Needless to say, it has magic resistance, but the same magic used by different wizards has completely different effects.

The attack from the magician is not painful to Abe. It probably won’t even be able to hide. The magic spell from the magician will make it feel pain, but the attack from the great magician will cause real damage. .

The Dark Lord is the pinnacle great magister who is infinitely close to the holy magister. With its current level of magic power, it will not be able to withstand it unless it evolves again.

Voldemort frowned slightly, surprised by Abe's dodge.

Although the dragon is powerful, it is a living target for wizards. Logically speaking, it cannot be avoided.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed and kindly explained to him, "I will leave it to the housekeeper to take care of when I go to cram school.

In order to cultivate it into a qualified battle pet, Jeans took great pains! "

Voldemort opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He also raised a python, and he wanted to be a good magical creature. Even Dumbledore's phoenix could survive a few tricks, but compared to this dragon, he just felt full of bitterness.

It doesn't matter if the bloodline is strong, it's innate, no one can decide.

But the careful teachings of a high-level great mage are rare in the entire magic world. This can make many wizards shed tears of envy.

"call!"

Voldemort took a deep breath, then turned to look at the seven Death Eaters who were still fighting, "Hold it, I'll have a good chat with Mr. Gaius first, but don't kill it."

"Hey, hey, hey! This is no longer about martial ethics!" Aaron took two steps back sarcastically.

Voldemort smiled and said nothing. They were all old acquaintances. Is it interesting to be so hypocritical?

He phantomed directly in front of Aaron. Abe reacted and was about to turn around, but then seven black shadows suddenly appeared in mid-air, surrounding him.

Various magic spells hit the white scales, causing sparks to fly. Abe screamed in pain, but he had no intention of fighting back. He just wanted to go back and protect his master.

"Take care of yourself." Aaron said immediately, "I'll be fine.

Be obedient, this is an order. "

"Roar!"

Abe roared angrily and vented his anger on these Death Eaters.

Hurricane and Dragon Breath were used alternately. Although they were at a disadvantage, the hard scale armor was still indistinguishable for a while.

Voldemort noticed this scene and was a little speechless.

That is to say, he did not bring over the magical creatures he had collected, including dementors, otherwise he would not have been so humiliated.

Voldemort tapped his index finger lightly and pointed his wand at Aaron's forehead, "You should be able to guess what I'm going to do, right?"

"The Imperius Curse or the Ingestion Curse." Aaron said bitterly, "This may not be useful. If you can invade Harry's brain, you should know that I know Occlumency."

"So I will use another kind of black magic." Voldemort sneered, then turned into black particles and rushed towards Aaron, "Remember Quirrell? This is how I possessed him."

Aaron: ...

Doesn't he know that my soul is insured?