Chapter 505 Summoning the Holy Dragon, the Heart Insured (1/2)

Chapter 505 Summoning the Holy Dragon, the Insured Mind

The green magic in the stone prison burst out violently, and the seal was shattered in an instant.

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

The huge flames covered his face, 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 madly.

A huge red-gold fireball flew across half of the execution room, and then hit the wall hard, melting everything it passed, leaving a path of dozens of meters long paved with magma on the ground.

Everyone present was stunned, and their minds were blank.

It can only be said that this picture was 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 drew out her wand directly, "How dare you be disloyal to the Dark Lord."

Lucius' mouth twitched, and he let go and said hurriedly: "Think about the prophecy, Harry Potter is still here, the master must be fine.

And the master ordered us not to intervene, if you go there twice in a row, it will be an insult to the pride of the Dark Lord."

Hearing this, Bella seemed to calm down.

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

"Did we win?" Luna murmured.

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

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

Neville was still in a daze, and Harry stared at the ruins with his eyes full of expectation.

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

But this beautiful fantasy was soon broken by reality, a flash of white light, 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 on the black wizard robe, and only the upper half of the sleeves on both sides were left, and there was an obvious burn on the pale arm.

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

"It's amazing." Voldemort praised generously, "Ordinary great wizards may not be able to stop it, but it's a little short of dealing with me.

If you were a great wizard, I would be a little afraid of you. It's a pity that you have too much talent, but too little time to grow."

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

What big truth are you talking about? I don't know if you can still maintain this demeanor after seeing my thought body.

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

"Dragon-killing magic, 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? This is a real surprise!" Voldemort said meaningfully, "I originally thought that your greatest value was blood, but the god of the Gaius family seemed to have blocked the path to obtain it, but now it seems that I seem to have overlooked something more valuable in your brain."

Aaron:......

There is a MMP in my heart, but I don't know whether I should say it.

"My brain is not so easy to invade." Aaron smiled far-fetchedly, "Believe me, doing so will not do you any good."

"Then I have to try it even more. I think I have a lot of ways to make you cooperate." Voldemort looked at Aaron, as if he was looking at a huge treasure mountain.

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

But there are not many that can significantly improve combat power, and they all have side effects.

He could feel that Aaron was not yet a high-level magician, but the last move would make even ordinary great magicians retreat. If he could master this kind of explosive magic, he would be more confident in dealing with Dumbledore. Why would he need to use the prophecy? Wouldn't it be better to kill Harry Potter now?

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

The lava road, which was tens of meters long, cooled rapidly, and Aaron's heart sank. "I warn 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 to me, the Dark Lord. It's almost a miracle to achieve this.

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

So, don't resist, that way both you and I will be more relaxed."

"Fuck! It's easy to talk." Aaron cursed, but was hit by a spell the next moment.

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

"You seem to be a little confused about the situation." Voldemort knocked his wand unhappily, and another green light shot towards Aaron, but he rolled over to avoid it.

"The situation is more changeable than the weather!" Aaron forced a smile and carved a small white magic circle while speaking.

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," Ginny said. "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. Is now 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 train 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 didn't bring over the magical creatures he had collected, including dementors, otherwise he wouldn't 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?