Chapter 408 Delaying Time, Immortal Divine Power
"Stalling for time, are we?" Lord Voldemort looked at him with a half-smile. "You think Dumbledore will come to save you, don't you?"
Hearing this, Aaron's pupils trembled violently, and he immediately put on a surprised expression.
"It seems I guessed right," Lord Voldemort said triumphantly, then changed his tone. "Unfortunately, he won't find this place.
However, I do hope he can find this place. Having only Death Eaters and a few students like you witness the Dark Lord's return is a bit shabby.
If the White Lord could come, that would be even better. He is important enough, and his death would cast a shadow over the entire magic world, making my subsequent rule easier."
"You wish!" Harry shouted. "Dumbledore will definitely defeat you!"
"Idiot!" Aaron thought to himself, speechless, not understanding what benefit Harry could gain by drawing attention to himself at this moment.
"Crucio!" Lord Voldemort directly rewarded him with a Crucio. After the painful torment ended, he slowly said, "Understand your situation, Harry Potter, but I'll deal with you later!"
"Aaron Gaius, now let the Dark Lord's power shatter your unrealistic fantasies!" Lord Voldemort said indifferently, then turned to face the Death Eaters. "All of you, attack together. You can use any means.
Whoever brings him to me first will be exempted from thirteen years of debt and receive a reward from Lord Voldemort."
Hearing this, more than thirty Death Eaters were stunned, and then their gazes towards Aaron were filled with greed.
"We must help him," Cedric said seriously. The wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, and the continuous loss of blood made his face pale and his vision somewhat blurry.
But his right hand gripped his wand tightly, his attitude exceptionally firm.
Viktor and Fleur nodded in unison. They had a clear understanding of their own strength; they might be able to handle one or two Death Eaters, but there were dozens of Death Eaters here, and they were definitely no match.
But the outcome seemed already decided; there were only two dead ends before them.
Either join the battle and die gloriously, or stand aside, and after Aaron is defeated, Lord Voldemort will kill them in front of him.
As champions of the Triwizard Tournament, choosing the first path was a testament to their pride.
The three quickly stood beside Aaron, facing the Death Eaters who outnumbered them tenfold.
Just as Aaron was about to speak, Fleur preempted him, saying, "Don't be in a hurry to send us away. We're not as strong as you, but our magic is a bit more abundant."
"It won't help much, but we can take a few spells for you," Cedric said.
"If we have to die, we'll die before you," Krum added.
Aaron was speechless. He was still trying to save their lives, but what was the meaning of their eagerness to die?
"Begin!" Lord Voldemort said indifferently, and more than thirty Death Eaters rushed towards Aaron in unison.
"This is forcing me to fight with all I have!" Aaron gave a desolate smile, then quickly turned around, waving his wand to send Cedric and the other two flying.
"What are you doing?" Cedric cursed angrily.
"If you're going to be a burden, don't be so self-righteous. Your joining in will only affect my performance," Aaron said calmly, then advanced with an unwavering stride.
Before the Death Eaters even arrived, dense spells rained down like a deluge.
Aaron slowly raised his hand, and a huge yellow magiccircle appeared, blocking him.
Colorful but deadly spells crashed against the defensive magic circle, making crackling sounds.
This was an advanced defensive magic, which even a Magus would not be able to break through easily under normal circumstances.
But now there were dozens of Magi, and with the sheer number of attacks, Aaron was struggling. He could only stabilize his magic output and think of other solutions while enduring the assault.
"Bombard it with magic, don't stop."
A Death Eater shouted loudly, his wand firing a bowl-sized cyan shockwave.
Several Death Eaters began to follow suit, and seven or eight pillars of magical light struck the defensive magic circle, with their number continuously increasing.
Crack! Crack!
Cracks began to appear in the magic circle, and magic with attributes such as cutting, cursing, drowsing, paralyzing, and petrifying seeped through the gaps.
Aaron was forced to retreat step by step, forcefully squeezing the magic within him to prevent the magic circle from collapsing.
"Thought-form," Aaron shouted anxiously in his mind, simultaneously revealing his current predicament to the other party.
"I'm ready. You can recall me anytime."
"Not yet, I need your magic."
"But that way, you'll still only be a Magus, no match for dozens of Death Eaters."
"Do as I say, you have a more important task."
Aaron also knew that merely using the thought-form as a power bank wouldn't solve the current predicament.
But precisely because he was a Magus, Lord Voldemort was happy to watch the show. However, if he suddenly became a Grand Magus, Lord Voldemort would definitely intervene personally.
These dozens of Death Eaters combined couldn't compare to a peak Grand Magus, and the situation would be even more dangerous then.
The thought-form silently sighed and transferred ninety-nine percent of its magic to the main body, leaving only basic mobility for itself.
Aaron felt the magic surge within him, giving him a bit of confidence against dozens of Death Eaters.
The advanced defensive magic circle was instantly stabilized, and based on it, the ultimate defensive magiccircle was inscribed. Layers of complex coils slowly emerged on the inner ring, outer ring, and starburst.
Golden-yellow light illuminated the night, and a magicshield over ten meters high, like an indestructible wall, separated Aaron and the Death Eaters.
Lord Voldemort watched this scene with interest, "Yes, that's it.
Harry Potter, do you see?
Two years ago, he almost split my soul with an offensive magic circle of the same level.
I was puzzled before; two years had passed, but his magicenergy hadn't increased much. Now it seems he spent all his time and energy on improving magic circles."
Harry also secretly gasped, utterly shocked.
The lightning-attribute magic circle two years ago left a very deep impression on him; it caused quite a tremor in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.
But that magic circle was only barely completed by Aaron after a lot of time and the Basilisk's blood.
But what did he see now? In less than a minute, without using any materials, an ultimate magic circle was completed, even blocking the attacks of dozens of Death Eaters. This was simply a fantasy.
Harry suddenly remembered that Aaron usually carried a notebook wherever he went, constantly writing and drawing in it.
At the time, they all thought he was a top student organizing his class notes, so they didn't pay attention. Now it seems that wasn't notes at all, but clearly a practice manual for magic circles. No wonder he didn't let anyone see it.
Cedric and the other two watched this scene blankly, involuntarily swallowing their saliva.
For the first time, they felt like they were useless. Being called a burden was truly not unfair; if they had participated in this battle, they probably wouldn't even be able to dodge a splash.
"Master, his talent is too strong, should we..." Barty said with a slight hesitation, then made a throat-slitting gesture.
"No need. The spokesperson I choose naturally cannot be an ordinary genius; he must be unique.
Moreover, there is a huge gap between a Magus and a Grand Magus. Unless he is already a Grand Magus and can use this level of magic at will, he poses no threat to me whatsoever."
"But his growth rate?"
"Why do you think I want to subdue him?" Lord Voldemortsaid with an air of composure. "Gaius is the Wizard family that values contractual spirit the most. Once they swear allegiance, their loyalty is definitely above that of the Death Eaters.
I will have enough patience until he grows into a Grand Magus, but if he still doesn't know his place after crossing that threshold, then you can't blame me.
The Dark Lord's great cause cannot have any unstable factors."
"Master is wise," Barty laughed.
Aaron was unaware of the conversation between the master and servant, but if he knew, he would sigh inwardly at his foresight.
"System, the two tasks should be considered complete, right?"
"Of course."
"Claim reward, then... Dog Talisman, quickly."
At the same time, the thought-form, who was recovering magic in the Divine Sound Palace, suddenly felt something and turned to look at the ground.
A Shadow Ninja was kneeling before him, holding a talisman with pale blue hands. The talisman had a yellow puppy pattern on it.
"Holy crap!"
The thought-form was no longer sleepy and immediately picked up the talisman, silently chanting to absorb it.
This should be the more important task the main body mentioned. As long as he obtained the divine power of immortality, even if he were truly captured alive, he would have hope of turning the tables.
Soon, a white-glowing puppy pattern appeared in the thought-form's pupils, and the Dog Talisman instantly became unremarkable, as if it were just an ordinary stone that could be crushed with a squeeze.
"Comfortable. The sense of security immediately returned.
From now on, I can be considered to have a foothold in the magic world." The thought-form didn't show much excitement, just a simple sigh of relief before lazily sitting on the sofa.
Recovering magic was still necessary, but the urgency he had felt earlier was gone.
Aaron, who was struggling to maintain the magic circle, also felt something at this moment, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upward slightly.
Having obtained the divine power of immortality, he was now fearless and could recklessly expend his life, even against Lord Voldemort... Halfway through the thought, Aaron immediately stifled the idea in his mind. This kind of boast absolutely could not be made again, especially since Lord Voldemort was still here!
If he discovered that he was immortal, all the importance placed on him would be thrown out the window, and it was not impossible for him to be captured and experimented on.
Lord Voldemort, who had been observing Aaron, saw Aaron's expression and a hint of doubt immediately appeared on his face, followed by a sneer. "It seems I've been too merciful; I haven't put enough pressure on you!"
Lord Voldemort raised his wand and casually aimed it at Aaron, and a white beam of light as thick as a bucket directly struck him.