Magic Journey from Hogwarts

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

Voldemort walked out of the crushed stone with a smile on his face, but within a second of being happy, he saw Aaron's body spin around, and the red-golden flames on his arms formed fiery blades of fire and slashed towards him.

Juyan's face was blurred, he had no time to react, and instinctively folded his arms in front of him in panic.

boom!boom!boom!

The flame storm engulfed Voldemort in an instant, and he moved forward frantically.

A gigantic red-gold fireball flew across half of the execution chamber, and then slammed into the wall. Everything it passed was melted, leaving a road paved with magma tens 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 it is too unrealistic.

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

"Calm down, you crazy woman."

Bella drew out her wand directly, "How dare you be disloyal to the Dark Lord."

The corner of Lucius' mouth twitched, and he hurriedly said 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 are insulting the pride of the Dark Lord. "

Hearing this, Bella seemed to calm down.

She looked at the collapsed ruins with a tangled face, but finally suppressed the urge to rush over.

"Win?" Luna murmured.

"I don't know, but no one should be able to survive this kind of attack!" Ginny said a little excitedly.

"Is he really in the same class as us?" Ron said incredulously, "Is there such a big gap between wizards and wizards?"

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

If the Dark Lord died just like this, then the world would be peaceful!

But this beautiful fantasy was soon broken by reality, a burst of white light flickered, and the ruins suddenly exploded.

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

There were several obvious holes in the black wizard robe, and only the upper half of the sleeve robes on both sides remained, and there was an obvious layer of burns on the pale arm.

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

"It's remarkable." Voldemort praised without hesitation, "Ordinary great magisters may not be able to stop it, but it's a little bit difficult to deal with me.

If you were a great magister, it would make me a little bit afraid, but unfortunately, your talent is too good, 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 are you talking about?I don't know if you can maintain this demeanor after seeing my missing body.

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

"Dragon Slayer Magic, the magic created by ancient wizards to kill dragons." Aaron said half-truthfully, "Want to learn? I know you want to learn, but I can't teach you."

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

Aaron:  …

There is a sentence in my heart that mmp doesn't know whether I should say it or not.

"My brain is not so easy to invade." Aaron forced a smile, "Believe me, it won't do you any good."

"Then I have to try. I think I have plenty of ways to get you to cooperate." Voldemort looked at Aaron like he was looking at a huge treasure mountain.

When he was at Hogwarts, Voldemort was a frequent visitor to the restricted area. He couldn't say he had learned all the knowledge of black magic there, but he also knew a lot.

But there are not many of them that can greatly increase their combat power, and all of them have side effects.

He could feel that Aaron was not yet a high-level magister, but even an ordinary great magister would shy away from the last move. If he could master this kind of explosive magic, he would be even better against Dumbledore. Emboldened, there is no need to use prophecy, wouldn't it be nice to kill Harry Potter now?

Thinking this way, Voldemort drew out his wand and walked towards Aaron.

The tens of meters long magma road cooled down rapidly, and Aaron's heart sank, "I warn you, don't force me."

"Do you still have the strength?" Voldemort shook his head unmoved, "Suppressing my Death Eaters at the age of 16 and causing some trouble for me, the Dark Lord, is almost enough to do this. Said it was a miracle.

But magic energy is flawed, your magic is very strong, but it consumes too much magic power.

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

"Fuck! It doesn't hurt to talk while standing." Aaron yelled, but was hit by a curse the next moment,

The tearing pain instantly spread all over his body, and he couldn't help but groan.

"You seem to be a bit confused about the situation." Voldemort tapped his wand in displeasure, 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 while speaking.

Voldemort snorted softly, "Death struggle!"

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

Crowd:......

That's it?This struggle is too dramatic, isn't it?

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, they knew that Abe was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface.

But there is also a Dark Lord and seven Death Eaters with combat power here, and a young dragon probably won't be of much help.

Abe blinked blankly, and then saw the owner who called him over but was exhausted, panting on the ground.

"Roar!"

Roaring angrily, Abe no longer concealed it, and immediately spread a pair of pure white wings.

The full range of healing magic was applied to Aaron, quickly recovering his injuries and physical strength.

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

"At any rate, after a few years, it should awaken the racial talent." Aaron said weakly. Abe's healing made him recover some strength, but the dried up magic power could not be replenished in this way.

"You think it can save you?" Voldemort sneered, "Are you sure it wasn't a gift for me?"

A magical animal with healing ability, and it may be the only one in the magic world, its value is self-evident, no matter what, we must find a way to subdue it.

"Don't think about it, my dragon only listens to me alone." Aaron said with some pride, and then looked at Abe who was flying above his head, "Are you ready?"

"When I was summoned, the other master also apparated, and I will be there soon." Abe responded in dragon language.

"Then let's do it!"

"But master, your injury...will take time."

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

The most important thing is that they won't give me time to recover, and I can take a little bit of the initiative if I shoot first. "

"They're all bad guys."

Aaron froze for a moment, then laughed, "That's right, they are all bad guys.

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

"Do it!" Aaron ordered in Dragon Language.

"Roar!"

Abbe swung his two front paws fiercely, and a giant magic circle emerged above it.

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

The huge mouth opened, and fiery dragon breath gushed forward.

Voldemort felt the incoming heat wave, and immediately held his wand in front of his body, the green magic power separated the dragon's breath, plowing a long ravine on the left and right sides.

"Damn..." Ron stared at the scene with wide eyes, and said incoherently, "Ha, Harry, I don't remember when I saw it transform last time, it wasn't that big, right?"

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

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

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

"We've all teased him," said Ginny, "and Harry and Ron feed him once in a while."

Neville suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant, "Guys, taking care of such a dragon is quite rewarding, but I'm not spoiling the scenery. Is it time to discuss this?"

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

The dragon's breath ended, leaving the Dark Lord unscathed.

Abbe's pupils shrunk 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 swung it hard.

The hurricane turned around and hit the ceiling overhead, raining gravel and gravel, and cobweb-like cracks spread rapidly across the ceiling.

This execution room is by no means small, several times larger than the Wizengamot's court room.

But after several rounds of repeated torture, even with magical reinforcement, it was overwhelmed, and only the arch leading to the world of the dead on the dilapidated high platform in the center remained strong.

Seeing that the long-range attack was useless, Abbe quickly flew towards Voldemort.

The huge claws slammed down heavily, and the wind pressure made ripples on the ground, but Voldemort was protected by a barrier, and the claws couldn't touch him at all.

"Looks like a little more training is needed." Voldemort said thoughtfully, "Crucio!"

Abe seemed to feel the threat, and quickly turned his body to avoid the spell.

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

Abe is a holy dragon who can fight with the phoenix, so it goes without saying about the magic resistance, but the same magic has completely different effects when used by different wizards.

The attack under the mage is not painful to Abe, it probably won't even hide, the mage's spell will make it feel pain, but the attack of the great magister is real damage .

And the Dark Lord is a pinnacle great magister who is infinitely close to the holy magister. With its current level of magic power, unless it evolves again, it won't be able to bear it a few times.

Voldemort frowned slightly, surprised by Abe's dodge.

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

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed and kindly explained his confusion, "I will give it to the butler to take care of when I am in cram school.

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

Voldemort opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

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

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

But the careful teaching of a high-ranking great magister, there are not many in the entire magic world, which can make many wizards shed tears of envy.

"call!"

Voldemort took a deep breath, then turned his head 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 arts!" Aaron took two steps back embarrassingly.

Voldemort smiled and said nothing, they are old acquaintances, so is hypocrisy interesting?

He directly phantomed in front of Aaron, and Abe was about to turn around when he realized it, but at this moment, seven black shadows suddenly appeared in midair, surrounding him.

Various spells hit the white scales and sparks splashed, and Abe let out a roar of pain, but he didn't intend to fight back at all, he just wanted to go back and protect his master.

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

Obedient, this is an order. "

"Roar!"

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

The hurricane and dragon's breath were used alternately. Although he was at a disadvantage, he could fight inextricably for a while with the hard scales.

Voldemort noticed this scene and felt a little speechless.

That is to say, he didn't bring over the magical creatures he had collected, including dementors, otherwise he wouldn't have lost his position so badly.

Voldemort tapped his index finger 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, "It may not be useful. If you can hack into Harry's brain, you should know that I know Occlumency."

"So I will use another kind of black magic." Voldemort sneered, and then turned into black particles and rushed towards Aaron, "Remember Quirrell? That's how I was attached to him."

Aaron:  …

Didn't he know that Lao Tzu's soul was insured?