Chapter 65: Is the Fuling Potion Really That Effective?

The black-robed man paused for a moment, and the cold murderous aura around him also subsided a lot.

"A duel between wizards?

Okay, I promise you."

As soon as the black-robed man finished speaking, his body trembled involuntarily, and a pleading voice came from his mind, "Master, there is no need for us to waste time on these two people.

Kill them quickly, that unicorn..."

"Shut up, it's not your turn to teach me how to do things." The black-robed man said angrily, and the voice in his mind instantly fell silent.

"What's wrong with you?" Aaron thought, but his eyes were full of confusion.

"Nothing, get ready and start!"

"Wait a minute!" Aaron took a deep breath and took out a small transparent bottle from his pocket.

The lucky spirit potion, after drinking it, you will have good luck within twelve hours.

He has been reluctant to use this thing, but now is definitely the most appropriate time, because if you use it, your chance of escaping will be one point greater, and if you don't use it, you may never have a chance in this life.

After Aaron took a sip, he carefully put the bottle away.

"What is that?"

"It's a potion to replenish magic power. I spent a lot of money to find someone to make it.

But it's only useful for people below the senior magician." Aaron said nonsense seriously, and then pretended to be generous and took out the bottle again, "Do you need it?

If you need it, just say it, don't be polite, wizard duels are all about fairness.

Although you are far superior to me in age, magic power, knowledge, experience and other aspects, I don't mind giving you a little more advantage."

The black-robed man was stunned and stayed for several seconds.

To be honest, he suspected that the bottle was not filled with magic repair potion.

But Aaron's words made him embarrassed to ask again.

The dignified Dark Lord also has to save face. The other party has staked the reputation of the family, so he must not be stingy, at least he can't suspect that he cheated in the duel.

Besides, the strength of the Gaius family has always been a mystery, but Aaron is just a twelve-year-old child, what treasures can he have.

Even if there is, he may not like it.

Unless it is something that can replenish vitality and solve his current urgent needs, it is worth him to lose face and take action.

But when Aaron drank that thing just now, he couldn't feel any breath of life at all, and it was certain that the thing would not help him at all.

"No, I don't need it."

"Don't you need it?" Aaron breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his face became more serious, "Sorry, I apologize for my behavior just now."

"Don't delay time, let's get started!" The tone of the man in black robe also calmed down, "I have business to do after you are done!"

"Okay." Aaron said, dragging the wand in front of him to show respect.

But as soon as he finished this action, he looked at the black-robed man in front of him with some anger, "You humiliated me, where is your wand?"

"Do you think I can still use the wand now that I am like this?" The black-robed man said, "Don't underestimate me, I still have the ability to cast spells without a wand."

Just kidding, he is now possessed by someone else. If he uses the wand, then this person will be exposed.

Unless he kills these two people and the magical creature of unknown origin tonight, there will be endless troubles, and it may even affect his next plan.

But Aaron really made him feel bright in front of his eyes after a long time, and it would be a pity if he died.

He still wanted to subdue him, and the first step to subdue this little wizard is to defeat him with absolute strength.

Geniuses are arrogant, but geniuses can also be subdued by other geniuses.

The Dark Lord is still very confident in his personal charm. Although he is now lingering on, he believes that it is only a matter of time before he returns.

But those former followers may not all be reliable, and he needs to cultivate fresh blood.

"Forget it, continue!" Aaron put down his wand and slowly retreated.

In a formal duel, both parties need to walk to the two ends of the field before they can start fighting, and they are now in a small open space, which can barely be used as a ring.

Aaron did not expect that the black-robed man attached great importance to this duel etiquette, but this gave him more opportunities.

Aaron took off the ring on his left hand while retreating.

When you retreat to the second to last step, it is the best time to launch a surprise attack. At that time, the opponent is the most vigilant, but also the most unexpected.

Aaron can be sure that the arrogant Dark Lord will never think that he dares to play like this, after all, his previous performance was too confusing and his acting skills were full.

Although the means are somewhat shameful, life is more important.

There is a ancestral precept summed up by the ancestors of the Gaius family: Nothing is more important than life, and sometimes you can do whatever it takes for life.

Although he doesn't know which ancestor said this, and it has nothing to do with honor, he especially likes this kind of straightforwardness.

Especially at this moment, this statement is simply the truth.

If he survives, he still has a chance to turn the tables, but if he dies, let alone a turnaround, he won't even have a coffin lid.

The other party can bully the weak, so can't he not follow the moral code of martial arts?

There are seven steps, six steps, five steps to the edge of the open space...

Aaron's heart was in his throat. The ring on his left hand had been taken off by him, and the magic energy in his body was replenished crazily, but he didn't dare to be careless at all.

Finally, he reached the penultimate step. Aaron quickly raised his wand and prepared to use all his strength to smash the black-robed man to pieces.

If he didn't hit, he would turn around and run. Now that he had a little distance, he could run a few more steps.

But if he was lucky enough to hit, he would have to make up a few more knives and then run away.

He took a sip of the Felicis before the battle for this moment.

"Aaron, Hermione, are you there?"

Hagrid's voice suddenly came from not far away. His huge body was moving quickly, crackling through the low bushes.

Behind him followed the exhausted Harry, Ron, and Draco.

At the same time, Aaron also released a bone-crushing spell, which hit the black-robed man.

However, when he heard Hagrid's voice, he withdrew some of his strength in time and did not burst out his true level.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream sounded, and the black-robed man felt great pain but did not dare to stop for a moment. He flew in the opposite direction at a high speed and soon disappeared into the night.

Aaron looked at this scene in a daze, thinking that the effect of the felicity potion was too good!

If I had known that I should have taken a sip before entering the Forbidden Forest, maybe I would not have even met this black-robed man.

"Where is the man?" Hagrid asked breathlessly, with the crossbow in his hand ready to go.

"Do I need to ask? Of course he ran away!"

"Are you all right?"

"What do you think?

If I hadn't been quick-witted and delayed for so long, we might have both died." Aaron said unhappily, "Of course, I might not die, but Hermione certainly won't survive."

Hagrid couldn't help but feel a little guilty when he heard this.

It was he who proposed to split the troops into two groups, but he didn't expect the danger to be so great.

When he saw two balls of fire appear over the Forbidden Forest, he began to rush here frantically, and happened to run into Malfoy who was running away frantically halfway.

After knowing that there was a strange man in black here who was sucking the blood of unicorns, his speed increased a lot, but this was the Forbidden Forest after all, and he had to limit his speed after falling twice.

"I'm sorry." Hagrid said with some shame, "I shouldn't have divided them into groups, at least you wouldn't be in danger."

"No, Hagrid, this has nothing to do with you." Hermione comforted, "No one thought there would be such a monster in the Forbidden Forest."

"I reminded him.

I said there are uncertainties in the Forbidden Forest recently, and we shouldn't come here tonight, but Hagrid didn't seem to take my words to heart."

"I'm sorry." The honest giant lowered his head again, "It's all my fault."

"Humph! You should be blamed. If you hadn't insisted on your own way, we wouldn't have encountered such danger.

Hagrid, you should be glad that there were no casualties, otherwise you would have spent the rest of your life in Azkaban!

Even Dumbledore may not be able to save you."

"Aaron, you've done enough, Hagrid has realized his mistake." Hermione said with some reluctance.

"Hey! Hermione, don't forget who saved you.

And we just escaped death and saved our lives, can't I complain a little?

If it wasn't for Fangya sneezing, we might have escaped unscathed.

If it wasn't for you suddenly..."

At this point, Aaron paused for a moment, fearing that a certain girl would cry again if he continued.

"In short, tonight was very exciting, but all this could have been avoided."

The others looked at each other, then nodded in disbelief.

"By the way, where's the unicorn?" Hagrid asked, "Malfoy said you found it."

"I found it, but..." Hermione gritted her teeth, "Hagrid, you have to be prepared, I guess the poor guy is no longer alive."