A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Bella immediately grabbed his collar and pressed her wand against his temple. "How do you break the seal? Tell me now."

"External attacks weaken the seal, or the sealed entity breaks it from the inside using its own power. In Voldemort's case, it would probably be the latter."

As if to confirm Aaron's words, the stone cell trembled slightly, and dense cracks appeared on its surface, from which green light seeped out, making it look terrifying.

"Hahaha!" Bella burst into laughter upon seeing this. "Master truly lives up to his reputation as the Dark Lord."

"Is it appropriate for you to stand here?" Aaron asked pointedly.

Bella paused, then silently retreated to where the Death Eaters were standing.

After all, the Dark Lord had ordered them not to interfere. It was understandable that she used the Cruciatus Curse twice on Aaron in her anger, but if she continued to be ungrateful, the Dark Lord would have to punish her.

Aaron dragged his weary body to the crumbling giant stone cell. He stroked the stone wall and smiled bitterly. "The difference is too great. I used a perfectly good sealing magic as a trapping formation. I've really disgraced my ancestors!"

As he spoke, flames erupted from each of his hands. "This is the last bit of magic I have left. I'll have to rely on you from now on."

"Dragon Slayer Secret Technique!" Aaron roared, flames surging wildly, spreading from his hands to his arms, and suddenly some gold appeared in the raging crimson fire, "Crimson Lotus Blazing Blade."

Chapter 505 Summoning the Holy Dragon, A Mind insured

The green magic within the stone prison erupted violently, shattering the seal in an instant.

Voldemort emerged from the dust of rubble with a smug look on his face, but his joy lasted less than a second before he saw Aaron spin around, his arms forming blazing fire blades that slashed towards him.

The massive flames hit his face, and he had no time to react. In a panic, he instinctively put his arms across his body.

boom! boom! boom!

The firestorm engulfed Voldemort in an instant and surged forward madly.

A massive, crimson-gold fireball flew across half of the execution chamber before slamming into the wall, melting everything in its path and leaving a trail of lava dozens of meters long on the ground.

Everyone present was stunned, their minds completely blank.

It can only be said that this scene is so exaggerated that it exceeds their imagination and is far too unrealistic.

“Master!” Bellatrix was the first to react, but before she could run over, Lucius grabbed her.

"Calm down, you crazy woman."

Bella drew her wand immediately, "How dare you be disloyal to the Dark Lord?"

Lucius's lips twitched, and as he let go, he hurriedly said, "Think about that prophecy, Harry Potter is still here, Master will definitely be alright."

Furthermore, our master has ordered us not to interfere; if you go twice in a row, you will be insulting the Dark Lord's pride.

Hearing this, Bella seemed to calm down.

She looked at the collapsed ruins with a conflicted expression, but ultimately suppressed the urge to rush over.

"Did we win?" Luna murmured.

"I don't know, but no one should be able to survive an attack like that!" Ginny said excitedly.

"Is he really in the same year as us?" Ron asked incredulously. "Is there really such a big difference between wizards?"

Neville was still in a daze, while Harry stared intently at the ruins, his eyes filled with anticipation.

If the Dark Lord were to die like this, then the world would be at peace!

But this beautiful fantasy was quickly shattered by reality; a flash of white light appeared, and the ruins suddenly exploded.

Voldemort slowly emerged from the collapsed wall, his face ashen.

The black wizard's robe had several obvious holes, and only the upper half of the sleeves remained. There was a clear burn mark on the pale arms.

"So it was useless after all!" Aaron sighed. "This was my trump card."

"That's quite impressive," Voldemort praised without reservation. "Even most archmages might not be able to withstand it, but it's still a bit lacking when it comes to dealing with me."

If you were a Grand Magister, I might be somewhat wary of you. It's a pity, your talent is too great, but you have too little time to develop."

"Should I thank you for the compliment?" Aaron said dismissively, secretly thinking to himself.

Why are you speaking such blunt truths? I wonder if you can still maintain this composure after seeing my thoughts.

Voldemort smiled dismissively, then looked at Aaron with curiosity, "What kind of magic is this?"

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

“Ancient magic, what a surprise!” Voldemort said meaningfully. “I originally thought your greatest value was your blood, but the gods of the Gaius family seem to have sealed off the path to obtaining it. But now it seems I have overlooked something more valuable in your mind.”

Aaron: ......

I have a "MMP" in my heart, but I don't know if I should say it.

“My brain isn’t so easy to hack.” Aaron forced a smile. “Believe me, doing so wouldn’t do you any good.”

“Then I’ll have to give it a try. I think I have plenty of ways to get you to cooperate.” Voldemort looked Aaron up and down as if he were a huge treasure mountain.

While at Hogwarts, Voldemort was a frequent visitor to the forbidden section of the library. He didn't learn all the dark magic there, but he had a pretty good grasp of it.

However, few of them can significantly enhance combat power, and most of them have side effects.

He could sense that Aaron was not yet a high-ranking mage, but even a high-ranking mage would have to back down from that last move. If he could master such a powerful magic, he would be more confident in dealing with Dumbledore. Why would he need to rely on prophecy? Wouldn't it be better to just kill Harry Potter right now?

Thinking this, Voldemort drew his wand and walked toward Aaron.

The lava path, tens of meters long, cooled rapidly, and Aaron's heart sank. "I'm warning you, don't push me too far."

"Do you still have the strength?" Voldemort shook his head unmoved. "To suppress my Death Eaters at the age of sixteen and even cause me, the Dark Lord, some trouble is almost a miracle."

However, your magic energy is a major weakness. Your magic is very strong, but it consumes too much magic power.

So, don't resist; it will make things easier for both of us.

"Damn it! It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering." Aaron cursed, but the next moment he was struck by a spell.

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

"You seem to be a little out of touch with reality." Voldemort tapped his wand impatiently, and another beam of green light shot towards Aaron, but Aaron dodged it with a roll.

“Situations are more unpredictable than the weather!” Aaron forced a smile, and as he spoke, he drew a small white magic circle.

Voldemort scoffed, "A dying struggle!"

As the white light faded, an adorable pet dressed in blue appeared before everyone.

Everyone:......

That's it? This struggle is far too dramatic!

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance; they knew that Abe wasn't as harmless as he seemed.

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

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

"Roar!"

With an angry roar, Abe no longer concealed himself and immediately spread a pair of pure white wings.

The healing magic worked its full force on Aaron, rapidly restoring his injuries and strength.

“I remember it.” Voldemort, like the others, looked at Abbey’s performance with surprise, “but I didn’t expect it to have this ability.”

"After all these years, it's only natural that it should awaken its racial talent," Aaron said weakly. Abe's healing had restored some of his strength, but his depleted magic power couldn't be replenished in this way.

"You think it can save you?" Voldemort scoffed. "Are you sure it's not a gift for me?"

A magical creature with healing abilities, possibly unique in the magical world, is of inestimable value and must be captured at all costs.

"Don't even think about it. My dragon only listens to me," Aaron said with some pride, then looked at Abe flying above his head, "Ready?"

“When I was summoned, my other master also apparated and will arrive soon,” Abe replied in dragon language.

"Then let's do it!"

"But Master, your injuries... still need time."

"It's nothing, I'm just too tired," Aaron said in a low voice. "Besides, even if I regain my strength, without magic I'm just a fish on the chopping block."

Most importantly, they won't give me time to recover; striking first will give me a slight advantage.

"They're all bad people."

Aaron paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "You're right, they're all bad people."

Don't have any illusions when dealing with bad guys, so don't hold back later. If we don't kill them, we're in big trouble.

"Do it!" Aaron commanded in the Dragon Language.

"Roar!"

Abe suddenly swung its two front paws, and a giant magic circle appeared above it.

As it passed through the magic circle, it emitted a holy white light, and its body grew dozens of times larger, transforming into a white dragon over ten meters long.

Its massive maw opened, and scorching dragon breath surged forward.

Voldemort felt the heat wave approaching and immediately held his wand in front of him. The green magic parted the dragon's breath, carving long furrows on both sides.

"Holy crap..." Ron stared wide-eyed at the scene, stammering, "Ha, Harry, I remember the last time I saw it transform, it wasn't this big, right!"

Harry swallowed hard. "Four years have passed. It's normal to grow up a bit, right?"

"Normal?" Luna looked on in astonishment. "There's probably only one of these dragons in the magical world, and it's excessively beautiful, and..."

Luna paused for a moment, then said shyly, "And I even held it. I put it on my bed to sleep during Christmas the year before last... Good heavens! I'm so brave."

“We’ve all played with it,” Ginny said. “Harry and Ron would sometimes feed it.”

Neville suddenly felt a bit superfluous. "Everyone, it's quite an accomplishment to have taken care of such a dragon, but is this the time to discuss this, or am I being a spoilsport?"

The four fell silent. A giant dragon was indeed awe-inspiring. It might be able to deal with Death Eaters, but the Dark Lord was not.

When the dragon's breath subsided, the Dark Lord was unharmed.

Abe's pupils contracted slightly, and he flapped his wings, creating a massive sandstorm that mixed hurricane-like storm with rubble from the ground.

Voldemort's wand tip flashed red, and he swung it forcefully.

The hurricane changed direction and crashed into the ceiling above, raining down rubble and sand, and spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly across the ceiling.

This execution chamber is by no means small; it is several times larger than the trial chamber in Wizengamo.