A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Chapter 213 A wise person knows when to yield.

Aaron pursed his lips, determined not to lose face even if he lost the game.

Vicht wanted to end the fight within a minute; he was determined to win the match, or at least last a minute and a second.

He also had his dignity. He could do without the magic book, but he absolutely could not be looked down upon by this ancestor.

The Holy Dragon and the Ice Dragon roared as they charged toward each other, the two giant shadows, one white and one blue, colliding in mid-air.

Although they are roughly the same size, the ice dragon is made of magic and is therefore somewhat different from a real dragon.

The dragon claws collided, and a tiny but very noticeable crack appeared on the ice dragon's leg. Abe easily pinned the imposter against the wall.

With a few swipes of its claws, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ice dragon's belly, and glittering ice shards flew everywhere.

While being beaten, it also tried to fight back, opening its huge mouth and biting at Abe's neck.

Click!

With a crisp crack, half of his mouthful of icy teeth shattered.

Abe felt a slight ache and itch on his neck and subconsciously looked at the ice dragon's broken teeth. A human-like mockery appeared on the dragon's face.

A counterfeit is still a counterfeit. You think you can challenge the quality of our scales?

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron clicked his tongue. "Ancestor, your ice dragon doesn't seem to be very good."

"Your dragon is too strong. Although it is very different from the dragons I remember, its potential is absolutely unique."

"Dragons? A huge gap?"

Aaron's interest was piqued when he thought of the Dragon Slayer Crystal in his hand. "Could you tell me more about it?"

“There… there might be a chance.” Vicht glanced at the ice dragon struggling violently in the dragon's breath. “Let’s hurry! Let’s end the battle before the ice dragon shatters.”

"Ok!"

Aaron took a deep breath and gently flicked his wand.

On the other side, Vicht inscribed another intermediate-level fire magic circle, seemingly intending to repeat the previous operation.

A fierce flame shot out from the center of the magic circle, evaporating all the rainwater in its path.

"They really don't hold back!" Aaron thought to himself, then quickly raised his wand and flicked out a ball of blue and white light.

boom!

The two energies collided, creating an energy ripple in the air.

"Hmm?" Vicht frowned slightly. "This is no different from before. Does that mean you're still pinning your hopes on your dragon?"

"Can't you?"

"I'm sorry, you're probably going to be disappointed."

The ice dragon created with magic is indeed not strong, but it does have its advantages.

It feels no pain, and it persists until death; it is more tenacious than any other creature until it completely loses its power.

Upon hearing this, Aaron diverted some of his attention to the battle on the other side, and was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Abe remained composed, but his face clearly showed signs of impatience.

The ice dragon opposite it was in a state beyond miserable condition.

A small portion of its icy blue body was burned away by Abe's dragon breath, reducing its size to less than three meters and its mass to at least one-seventh of its original size.

One of its front paws was completely shattered, and its two hind legs also had large cracks. Its wings and tail were in no better condition, emitting white steam.

Even so, it remained highly motivated, using its broken body to block Abe's advance.

"Damn! This is way too outrageous."

“This is my masterpiece,” Vicht said proudly, “it just took a lot of effort.”

As they spoke, the intermediate magic circle had already completed its upgrade, and the firelight in the secret chamber suddenly increased several times over, with the fierce flames overwhelmingly engulfing the spell.

Just as the flames were about to strike Aaron, he uttered a spell, and a layer of transparent ripples flashed across his body.

Vicht noticed the subtle change but didn't care; a satisfied smile even appeared on his lips.

Roar!

When Abe saw the flames engulf his master, his bright eyes instantly filled with rage.

He suddenly thrust out his dragon claw, ferociously tearing the ice dragon to shreds, and roared as he pounced towards Vicht.

A brownish-yellow magic circle appeared instantly, and more than a dozen brown chains extended from the ground, binding Abe's body.

It struggled violently, emitting a white glow that instantly shattered the chains.

"Calm down. After all, he is my descendant. I won't do anything to him."

Moreover, his physical abilities are extremely high, and his mastery of spells is quite extensive. At the last moment, he should have cast a protective spell on himself, at most suffering a minor burn that can be treated with some potion when he gets back.

Vicht briefly reassured Abe, then looked at the thick fog and fixed his gaze on the still-burning flames.

"The outcome is decided; I have won this competition."

Don't be upset. I could have easily finished you off before your dragon arrived, but I didn't.

However, no sound came from the fog. Vicht frowned and used a wind-attribute magic circle to release a strong wind, blowing everything in front of him into view.

Sure enough, Aaron was nowhere to be seen.

But in the rain, a hazy figure was slowly retreating; it was obvious that it was someone's illusion spell.

Vicht slapped his forehead, looked at the retreating figures, and sighed helplessly, "A last-ditch effort!"

I strongly suspect you have masochistic tendencies; the difference in strength is already quite obvious!

"Ancestor, don't overthink it. I just want to hold on for one more minute," Aaron said calmly, his voice low and hoarse as he spoke.

Abe's ears twitched, and he suddenly unleashed a breath of dragon fire at Vicht.

“It’s no use.” Vicht shook his head and summoned an ice shield in front of him. “Give you a few more years to grow and you might have a chance to pose a threat to me, but there’s no chance now.”

Swish!

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared behind Vicht.

Aaron wielded a silver longsword, the third black crystal at the hilt emitting a faint glow, as he slashed down.

A frantic warning flashed through Vicht's mind, and in his haste, he instinctively raised his arm, using an ice blade made of solid ice to shield himself.

A flash of silver sword light, the ice blade was split in two, and Vicht was also sent flying by the powerful force.

This was the first time he had been forced back; half of his sleeve fell to the ground, and a few drops of red blood dripped from his fingertips.

But he himself didn't feel particularly angry; instead, he burst into laughter.

"Damn it, is this not going to work?" Aaron said with a frustrated smile. He had high hopes for this sneak attack, but the result was not as expected.

“I don’t have an uncle. Even if I did, you’d have to call me ‘ancestor’.”

But speaking of which, Phantom Shift is a high-level teleportation spell. You've been hiding it well, little guy!

"If that butler, Genes, knew, he'd be so ashamed he wouldn't be able to lift his head," Vicht sighed, then looked at the longsword in Aaron's hand, "and the divine weapon forged by Alger. If that kid knew his sword could hurt my tail, he'd be strutting around like crazy."

"Are you susceptible to injury even in your current condition?"

No, I am already dead.

"This is just a simple visual effect, proving that you can indeed threaten me, a novice mage." Vicht chuckled and shook his head. "I admit I underestimated you a bit. You've made me feel a sense of danger for the first time in a long time."

In this kind of contest, in a fair one-on-one, you would die, but I might also be seriously injured.

Aaron: ......

Holy crap! Is this something a human would say?

"Should I feel honored?" Aaron rolled his eyes, utterly speechless.

He had always been regarded as the hope of the Gaius family for centuries, but in the end, he fought a wizard who was one level below him and risked his life to only severely injure his opponent. How could he bear this?

“Yes.” Vicht nodded without any politeness. “If your father knew that you could hurt me, he would probably be so happy that he would cry. To exaggerate a bit, he might even throw a seven-day, seven-night banquet.”

"Are you kidding me?"

“I’m not kidding, when I was a beginner mage I could defeat a beginner mage,” Vicht said. “Whether I was alive or dead, there were no more than ten people who could injure me if our strengths were roughly equal.”

"Among all your teachers, I am the pinnacle of combat power. No one can beat me in a one-on-one fight; only Flo can occasionally gain an advantage through mind magic."

Upon hearing this, Aaron's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his expression gradually changed from astonishment to excitement.

“We unworthy descendants are indeed no match for you, but you still have to give me that magic book today.”

"So confident?" Vicht asked with a meaningful smile.

"It's not that I'm confident, it's just a fact."

I can use Apparition, and I also have a dragon, so I have a certain degree of control.

Your mana should be almost depleted. If I'm not mistaken, you should only have one-fifth left!

Even you, with your mana severely depleted and only able to use elemental magic arrays, probably don't have much of a chance of winning.

"is it?

But things might not be as you guess.

Vihert pointed upwards, and the blue magic circle on the ceiling instantly disappeared. His own magical energy also stabilized. "Now my magic power is barely enough."

"So what? We still have a very good chance of winning."

"Let's settle this with one move!" Vicht said impatiently. "Besides, you really need to get rid of this bad habit of being so self-important."

"I'll consider it after I beat you."

Aaron jumped onto Abe's back, his white wings flapping as the two slowly ascended, a high-level purple magic circle and crimson dragon breath poised to unleash their power.

Just as they were about to secure victory in one fell swoop, they were astonished to find six purple magic circles neatly arranged above, below, in front, behind, and to the sides of them.

A cube surrounded them, with purple arcs of electricity flashing intermittently, startling the human and dragon into a panic. They reluctantly withdrew the magic they were about to unleash.

"This is my last bit of power. If you can dodge it, you win." Vicht took out his spellbook, his voice full of temptation. "Want to try and see if your Apparition is faster, or my lightning?"