Summoning the Holy Dragon, a Mind with Insurance

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 less than a second later, he saw Aaron spin around, his arms flashing with fiery red-gold flame-shaped blades that slashed toward 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 the execution chamber before crashing violently 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 Lestrange was the first to react, but before she could run over, Lucius grabbed her.

"Calm down, you crazy woman."

Bellatrix 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 forbade us to interfere; if you do so twice in a row, you will be insulting the Dark Lord's pride.

Hearing this, Bellatrix seemed to calm down.

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

"Did we win?" Luna murmured.

"I don't know, I don't think anyone could 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 Warlock Warlock?"

Neville was still in a trance-like state, 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!

This beautiful fantasy was quickly shattered by Reality Stone. A flash of white light, and the ruins suddenly exploded.

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

The black Warlock's robe had several obvious holes, and only the upper half of the sleeves remained. There were obvious burn marks on his pale arms.

"Isn't it true?!" Aaron sighed. "This is my trump card."

"He's amazing," Voldemort praised without reservation. "Even most Grand Archmage might not be able to stop him, so he's still a bit short of being able to deal with me."

If you were Grand Archmage, I might be somewhat wary of you. It's a pity your talent is too great, and your time to cultivate it is too short.

"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 "Thought Form" meme.

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

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

"Ancient Magic, huh? What a pleasant 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. Now it seems I've 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 that invading," Aaron forced a smile. "Believe me, doing that 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 Restricted Section. He couldn't say he had learned everything about the Dark Magic there, but he had a pretty good grasp of it.

Among them, there are not many that can significantly improve combat power, and most of them have side effects.

He could sense that Aaron was not yet High-level Archmage. Even a high-ranking Grand Archmage 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 the Prophecy? Wouldn't it be better to just kill Harry Potter 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 Eater at the age of sixteen and even cause me, the Dark Lord, some trouble is almost a miracle."

Your lack of Magic Power is a major weakness; your magic is too strong, and it consumes too much magic power.

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

"Damn it! Easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering!" Aaron cursed, only to be struck by a spell a moment later.

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 Array.

Voldemort scoffed, "A dying struggle!"

As the white light dissipated, 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 Abei wasn't as harmless as he appeared.

There is also a Dark Lord and seven Death Eater with combat power here, and a Young Dragon probably can't be of much help.

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

"Roar!"

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

The healing magic was applied to Aaron in full force, rapidly restoring his injuries and strength.

"I remember it." Voldemort, like everyone else, looked at Abei with surprise. "I never expected it to have this ability."

"After a few years, it's only natural that it would awaken its racial talent," Aaron said weakly. Abei'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 Fantastic Beasts with healing abilities, possibly unique in the Magic 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 Abei, who was flying above his head, "Ready?"

"When I was summoned, my other master also Apparition. He will arrive soon," Abei replied in Dragon Language.

"Then let's get started!"

"But Master, you are injured... you still need time."

"It's nothing, I'm just too tired." Aaron said in a low voice, "Besides, even if I recover 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 harbor 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!"

Abei swung its two front paws, and a giant Magic Array appeared above it.

As it passed through this Magic Array, it emitted a holy, ochre-colored radiance, and its body grew dozens of times larger, transforming into a ochre-colored 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. Green magic parted the Dragon 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. "He's forty now, 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 Magic World, and it's ridiculously beautiful, and..."

Luna paused for a moment, then said apologetically, "And I even held it. I put it on the bed to sleep during Christmas last year... 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 I'm not trying to spoil the mood. Is this the time to discuss this?"

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

When the Dragon Breath subsided, the Dark Lord was unharmed.

Abei's pupils contracted slightly, and he flapped his wings, creating a massive sandstorm with hurricane-like gusts of wind and rubble on the ground.

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

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

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

But after several rounds of repeated destruction, even with magical reinforcement, it could not withstand the damage, leaving only the archway connecting the world of the dead on the dilapidated platform in the center still standing.

Seeing that his attacks from afar were ineffective, Abei flew rapidly toward Voldemort.

The enormous claw slammed down, the wind pressure creating ripples on the ground, but Voldemort was protected by a barrier, and the claw couldn't touch him at all.

"Looks like it needs a little more discipline," Voldemort mused. "The Cruciatus Curse!"

Abei seemed to sense the threat and quickly flipped over to avoid the curse.

Generally speaking, Magical Creatures possess a certain level of magic resistance. Powerful Magical Creatures like dragons and Phoenix can even withstand some degree of the Killing Curse.

Abei can easily defeat Phoenix and a Holy Dragon, so his magic resistance is naturally beyond question. However, the effect of magic cast by a different Warlock is completely different.

A Magus's attack would be insignificant to Abei; it probably wouldn't even try to dodge. Archmage's spell would cause it pain, but Grand Archmage's attack would inflict real damage.

The Dark Lord is Grand Archmage who is infinitely close to the Holy Magus. With its current level of magic power, unless it evolves again, it won't be able to withstand many blows.

Voldemort frowned slightly, surprised by Abei's dodging action.

Although dragons are powerful, they are easy targets for Warlock, so they should be unable to avoid them.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, kindly explaining to him, "I leave it with the Butler when I'm in tutoring class."

Jeans went to great lengths to train it into a qualified Battle Pet!

Voldemort opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

He also kept a python, which was considered a pretty good Magical Creatures. Even Dumbledore and the Phoenix could exchange a few blows with it, but compared to this dragon, he felt nothing but bitterness.

Having a strong bloodline is one thing, but that's something you're born with, and no one can decide that.

But to receive such meticulous guidance from a High-level Archmage is a rare find in the entire Magic World, enough to make countless Warlock shed tears of envy.

"Call!"

Voldemort took a deep breath, then turned to look at the seven Death Eater who still had fighting power. "Hold it off. I need to have a good talk with Mr. Gaius, but don't kill it."

"Hey! That's not very ethical!" Aaron said sheepishly, taking two steps back.

Voldemort smiled but didn't say anything. They were all old acquaintances; what was the point of being so hypocritical?

He Apparition directly in front of Aaron. Abei reacted and tried to turn around, but at that moment, seven dark figures suddenly appeared in mid-air and surrounded him.

Various spells struck the scales of the monstrous creature, splashing fire. Abei roared in pain, but showed no intention of retaliating, only wanting to protect its master.

"Take care of yourself," Aaron said immediately. "I won't have any problems."

"Listen to me, this is an order."

"Roar!"

Abei roared in fury, venting his anger on the Death Eater.

They used hurricane and Dragon Breath alternately, and although they were at a disadvantage, their hard scales made it difficult to gain the upper hand for a time.

Voldemort noticed this scene and was somewhat speechless.

In other words, he didn't bring any of the Magical Creatures he had recruited, including Dementor, with him, otherwise he wouldn't have had to fight them in such a humiliating way.

Voldemort tapped his index finger and pointed his Wand at Aaron's forehead. "You can probably guess what I'm going to do, right?"

"The Imperius Curse or the Mind Extraction," Aaron said bitterly. "This must be useful. If you can invade Harry's brain, you should know that I know the Cerebral Sealing Technique."

"So I will use another kind of Dark Magic." Voldemort sneered, then transformed into black particles and pounced on Aaron. "Remember Quirrell? That's how I possessed him."

Aaron:...

Did he not know that Lao Tzu had provided spiritual insurance?