Chapter 409: Holy Dragon Guardian, the End of the Road

Boom!

The huge magic circle was instantly covered with cracks and shattered in the blink of an eye.

The ultimate defense magic corresponds to the magic that the great magician can use. As long as the magic supply is not a problem, it can barely defend against the siege of dozens of Death Eaters.

But Voldemort is the peak of the great magician. Once he uses all his strength, he will add a weight to the scale of victory.

"Gift crab!"

Aaron cursed and immediately made a high-level defense magic circle in front of him.

The next moment, a terrifying shock wave exploded in front of Aaron, blowing him and all the nearby Death Eaters away.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, some Death Eaters closer to the center of the explosion staggered to their feet, while some Death Eaters farther away were not so embarrassed, but they were also covered in dust.

While everyone was admiring Voldemort's magic, they couldn't help but turn their eyes to Aaron.

He half-knelt on the ground, his hands trembling slightly, and there was a hideous wound on his left arm that was constantly bleeding.

"I didn't expect that Lord Voldemort would actually play sneak attacks.

And the target of the sneak attack was a 15-year-old child, he really had no manners at all."

"I just want you to understand the difference in strength." Voldemort said slowly, "It's dark, and I'm a little impatient for being dragged by you for so long."

"Hehe!" Aaron sneered, took out a small bottle from his pocket, and sprinkled the transparent liquid inside on the wound, and the wound instantly recovered.

"Phoenix tears." Voldemort gritted his teeth and said.

"You have vision. This is what Abe and I collected when we bullied Fawkes. I didn't expect it to be used so soon."

"What are you still standing there for?" Voldemort said unhappily.

"Wait a minute!"

The Death Eaters were about to attack again, but Aaron stopped them.

He slowly stood up, opened the chamber of Higanbana, and loaded seven silver-white bullets and one red-gold bullet with red lines.

"It's OK now."

The Death Eaters looked at each other, and soon realized that they were fooled, and anger immediately surged in their hearts.

It was okay to watch Aaron heal his wounds, after all, he was also talking to Voldemort during the healing process, and they dared not interrupt Voldemort even if they had more courage.

But then their mentality collapsed a little, and Aaron loaded eight bullets into Higanbana in front of him.

They had seen the power of that gun, one shot killed a magician, and if eight bullets were played well, it meant that eight Death Eaters were in danger of life.

"A bunch of cowards." Little Barty said contemptuously, "Don't you think about how much magic power he has left? It's impossible to replicate the previous power."

Hearing this, the Death Eaters were relieved a lot, and each of them looked at Aaron with a lot of amusement.

Lucius was the same, but he was far away from Aaron, and ranked third from the bottom among the Death Eaters.

Huh!

Aaron took a deep breath, strode forward, and met the Death Eaters who rushed over head-on.

This time he did not use defensive magic. In addition to his own consumption, Voldemort would not give him the opportunity to take shortcuts.

A red spell shot out from one side, whistling in.

This is a blasting spell, which can blast everything it can touch, and it is extremely dangerous.

Aaron immediately blocked it with his wand, and then several more spells shot over at the same time, all as fast as lightning.

"Roar of the Fire Dragon."

Red flames spewed out of his mouth, engulfing these spells, and the Death Eaters who released them were forced to retreat, but more Death Eaters surrounded him.

Aaron shook his head, put his wand on his waist, and put away the red spider lily.

"I'm really no match for so many people, but if you want to catch me, you have to be prepared.

If you fight without reservation, I have a good chance of dying. Do you want to try?"

The Death Eaters didn't believe this and immediately launched an attack. A series of extremely lethal spells fell from all directions.

He ran quickly, dodging these spells while approaching the nearest Death Eater.

"McNeill? It's fate!" Aaron sneered, "The iron fist of the fire dragon!"

The right fist wrapped in flames hit McNeill's abdomen. He flew backwards at a very fast speed and stopped after hitting a tombstone dozens of meters away, but he also lost his fighting power.

"The first one."

Boom!

Aaron's ground kept shaking, and a pit suddenly appeared under Aaron's feet.

"Success."

A Death Eater shouted excitedly, his wand stabbing the ground. Obviously, the trap just now was his handiwork.

But his joy lasted only three seconds, as a huge earth-yellow magic circle enveloped him, and countless chains with thorns entangled his body and limbs.

"The second one."

Bang!

A spell came from behind, and Aaron directly defeated it with his fist wrapped in flames.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Attack together, he is only one person, and the consumption is huge, he can't withstand all our attacks."

A Death Eater said loudly, cheering for others and himself.

A round of spells shot out from the front at the same time, and Aaron quickly raised his hands, "Fire Dragon's Brilliant Flame."

The flames and seven spells collided together, faintly overwhelmed these Death Eaters.

At this time, two spells suddenly appeared on the left and right sides, and Aaron had to withdraw his flames and jump high to avoid the two attacks.

The green magic circle appeared instantly, and a huge storm fell from the sky.

The terrifying impact blew the surrounding Death Eaters more than ten meters away, clearing a piece of open space.

As soon as Aaron landed, before he could catch his breath, more than ten spells attacked at the same time, blocking all his retreat routes from all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Death Eaters laughed triumphantly, and Cedric and others couldn't help turning their heads away, obviously not thinking that Aaron could withstand so many spells.

At this time, a brilliant silver light suddenly appeared where Aaron was standing, followed by the roar of a giant dragon.

Roar!

The patronus in the form of a holy dragon appeared in this world for the first time. It protected Aaron in the middle and blocked those spells.

Everyone felt that their worldview had collapsed a little. They had seen patronuses before, but this was the first time they had seen such an exaggerated patronus. There was no such exaggerated patronus in the entire magic world, and Dumbledore had no such exaggerated one.

"This is fake, it must be fake." Little Barty murmured, "Master, there were Dementors in the Triwizard Tournament, and Gaius's patronus was a raven."

"Who stipulated that there can only be one patronus? And who stipulated that the patronus can only play a protective role?" Aaron said meaningfully, and immediately ordered the patronus to attack.

After all, the consumption of magic power by the holy dragon patronus is still very large, and staying for one more second is a shameful waste.

The holy dragon roared to the sky, waved its white and crystal wings, grabbed the nearest Death Eater in his hand, and crushed him to death in the blink of an eye.

White dragon flames spewed out of his mouth. A group of Death Eaters felt the terrible temperature and immediately raised their wands for defense. Some even used Apparition to distance themselves.

Various spells were shot at the Holy Dragon from all directions. The white energy body was hit with tiny gaps, but Aaron's magic power would overflow from the body in time to repair it.

The Holy Dragon hovered over Aaron's head, and while attacking the Death Eaters with dragon flames, it also provided Aaron with a certain degree of protection. Those spells that hit him were burned to ashes by the white light before they got close.

Almost every minute, a Death Eater was seriously injured or even died, but Voldemort didn't care at all.

He had been lingering for thirteen years, and none of these people came to him. Did they really think he had no temper?

Thirteen years made him see some things clearly. Unsteady loyalty was dispensable to him. If he died, he died.

People like Barty Crouch Jr. and the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban were his true loyal servants.

Lucius proved that he had looked for him, so he could be trusted to a certain extent, but not too much. The specifics depended on his performance.

Aaron's breathing gradually became rapid, and his breath was also unstable, which was an obvious sign of weakness.

"He can't hold on any longer." A Death Eater shouted excitedly, "The Patronus is fading."

"He was really underestimated!" Aaron laughed, and quickly pulled out the red spider lily. A silver-white bullet shot straight out and hit the Death Eater's abdomen in an instant.

Blood splattered, and there was no flame this time, but the whistling sound of the wind was clearly poured into his ears.

Then the tearing pain spread throughout his body, as if he had been hit by several splitting spells.

The moment he landed, his eyes turned white, and he bounced a few times very ugly, and then completely lost consciousness.

"We must speed up." Aaron looked up at the weak Holy Dragon, and subconsciously tightened the flintlock in his hand.

Silver light continuously shot out from the muzzle. Aaron didn't dare to use his full strength now. He only injected less than 100 magic power each time. Just like he said to the thought body before, he would not be stingy when it was necessary.

He fired five shots in a row, killing two Death Eaters and breaking the arm of another.

However, his magic power was less than one-tenth, and even the Patronus was difficult to maintain.

More than half of the Death Eaters were killed or injured, and the remaining people began to slowly approach Aaron.

"This is really tragic." Aaron panted heavily and fell to the ground exhausted.

"Crucia!" A Death Eater approached quickly and decisively used the Cruciatus Curse, as if he was afraid of being robbed of his head.

"Expelliarmus."

Aaron took the lead and knocked down his wand, then rushed in front of him, with the muzzle of the gun directly at his forehead.

"No, don't do it." The Death Eater said nervously, "I don't want to kill you, I really don't."

"But you want to torture me, even using the Cruciatus Curse, how cruel are you!" Aaron said coldly, and then pulled the trigger, ending his life.

"Fainted!" ×3

The three Death Eaters joined hands and used all their strength to release the Sleeping Curse.

"Ah!"

Aaron roared, raised the Higanbana, and fired the last bullet.

The red-gold bullet shot out from the muzzle, turning into countless crystal threads in the air, mixed with dense blue lightning and colliding with the Death Eater's Sleeping Curse.