Running Away Takes Skill Too

"Actually, we can talk," Aaron said, trying to appear calm. "I just sent a signal; Hagrid will be here soon, so..."

"So, you want me to release you?"

"No, what I mean is that if you surrender, I can spare your life in the name of the Gaius family."

I think the Ministry of Magic will give our family that much face; you can avoid being sent to Azkaban and retire in a relatively normal prison.

"Interesting." The hoarse voice came again. The man in black robes seemed to have developed a bit more interest in Aaron and took a few steps forward. "You don't seem to be very clear about your current situation."

"Actually, I know very well." Aaron appeared completely calm, making a swirling gesture with his free left hand behind his back. Abei, who had been playing the role of a nobody, immediately turned around and ran away as fast as he could after seeing this.

Just as the man in black noticed the change on this side, Aaron diverted his attention. "Two level-one Warlock facing a terrifying Dark Wizard usually only face certain death."

However, things have changed. Hagrid could arrive at any time, and given your current half-dead state, I doubt you'd choose to fight a Warlock with Giant blood!

"You're smart; in the current situation, I won't make enemies for myself."

"I'm confident I can wipe out one or two ants before he arrives," the man in black sneered.

"Then let's give it a try!" Aaron said, mustering his courage.

He knew very well that he absolutely could not show weakness in this situation, otherwise the other party would seize the opportunity and he would be finished.

It's impossible to expect the Dark Lord to be merciful.

Even if he could be compassionate, that would only be under the condition that his body and mind were both normal.

But now they've gone so far as to drink Unicorn Blood to survive, which is an extreme example of psychological distortion and perversion.

Compassion or anything like that is absolutely impossible.

"You've got guts." The man in black robes continued to walk slowly forward, but he stopped after only a few steps because Aaron had a white Wand in his left hand. This made him hesitate and feel wary. He had just encountered a genius!

No one understands the value of genius better than him, because he is a genius and knows the capabilities of a genius.

His experience is among the top ten in the Magic World. He has seen many Wandless Casting, and he himself is one of them. But this is the first time he has seen someone who can use two Wand at the same time.

The ability to focus on two things at once is a rare talent, and it is undeniable that people with this talent have enormous potential.

He's in terrible shape right now; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's barely clinging to life. If he were to capsize in a ditch, it would be incredibly frustrating.

"Hahaha! I never thought I'd have a moment of looking down on people."

I originally thought you were just an excellent yet ordinary student, but now it seems that the word "excellent" is no longer enough to describe you.

Ji Qingqing knows how to conceal her talents; that's good, it's a good habit.

Should I say thank you for the compliment?

"You can leave now, but she has to stay."

Hermione shuddered, and shakily took out her Wand, desperately trying to recall the offensive spells in her mind.

No one would choose to sit idly and wait to die unless they are Despair about life. If you have to take a chance, you have to take a chance.

"Why?" Aaron asked, puzzled. "She's just an ordinary Warlock, the kind whose father and mother are both Muggle."

"She doesn't have it, but you do," the man in black said meaningfully, his voice full of seduction. "You are exceptionally talented, have unlimited potential, and are of extremely high value."

I want you to choose the right path, but that needs a little prompting.

Upon hearing this, Aaron gave Hermione a deep look, as if he had figured something out.

Abandoning his companions and running away alone will likely lead to pangs of conscience later on; this is the first step towards depravity.

When a good person feels guilty, and if they can't fill that void in their heart for a long time, then they can only become a bad person.

"Holy crap! You're a pervert."

But I'm afraid you'll have to hope. Even if I run away, I'll only harbor hatred towards you; I won't feel any guilt whatsoever.

The man in black ignored her and simply asked, "Is it a choice between living alone or staying to die with her?"

"Um..." Aaron stroked his chin, his brows furrowed. "This is a profound question. I need some time to think about it."

"It's alright, take your time to think about it." The man in black robes said, slowly turning towards Hermione.

"Stop!" Aaron immediately pointed his Wand at him. "Back off, don't come any closer."

"Hmph! Isn't this way of stalling for time a bit too much of an insult to me?" The black-robed man's voice was filled with anger. "You'd better make a choice before I kill her, or you won't be able to escape either."

"So there's no room for negotiation?" Aaron said coldly. "Don't think I'm afraid of you."

No matter how powerful you were in the past, now you're just a coward who survives on Unicorn Blood and doesn't even dare to show your face.

To be honest, I really didn't take you seriously.

"You're courting death." The man in black robes was enraged and turned to fly towards Aaron.

Just now, he wanted to properly train Aaron, thinking that with this young Warlock's talent, he would soon be able to stand on his own and become his right-hand man and confidant.

But now he has changed his mind. No one has ever dared to insult him like that, never.

Before we can subdue this genius, we still need to suppress him properly. Being too arrogant is not a good thing.

"Do it!" Aaron roared.

With a thud, Abei, who had circled behind the man in black robes, quickly switched to combat mode and slammed a claw into the back of the man's head.

"Aaaaaah!"

A bloodcurdling scream emanated from the black robe, echoing throughout the Forbidden Forest.

"Abei, get out of the way."

"Severing Charm, Severing Charm, Severing Charm..."

Taking advantage of your weakness, Aaron acted decisively, unleashing several spells with both hands while the opponent wailed.

However, the black-robed man's reaction speed was much stronger than he had expected. He cast a series of spells, but the other man dodged them all. Only the last one managed to send him flying into a tree.

But as the man in black robes said, his spell did very little damage to him, at most only causing him to feel the pain of his body being torn apart, and for a very short time.

"Run, run fast!"

Aaron didn't care about anything else and grabbed Hermione's right hand, running wildly in the direction they had come from.

At this moment, he regretted giving the Magic Carpet to Professor McGonagall; he should have carried this life-saving tool with him from now on.

But the next moment, he threw that idea far away.

Because the man in black robes was chasing them by flying, he didn't care about the road ahead, nor did he worry about the vines, bushes, or uneven ground in the Forbidden Forest, making him much faster than Aaron.

"What a rip-off! This is cheating!" Aaron couldn't help but swear. "I must learn this kind of flying magic someday."

But as the man in black robes drew closer and closer, Aaron was frantic. He regretted that he should have cast more spells on him earlier, just to buy him a second.

A gust of wind swept by, Aaron felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly pulled Hermione down to crouch.

A black shadow swept over the two men's heads, and by the time they stood up, the man in black robes was already standing in front of them.

"Hahaha!" Aaron laughed awkwardly. "Actually, it was just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding, oh dear!" the man in black sneered. "Want me to give you a Severing Charm too? No, Sectumsempra suits you better."

"You're being petty. Dark Wizard like you must be a famous figure in the world. You can't stoop to the level of a twelve-year-old child like me."

"Even glib talk can't save you."

Since you're unwilling to give up this girl's life, then you two shall die together!

"I'm not that easy to kill," Aaron said calmly. Ever since he learned that he would be facing the Dark Lord, he had shamelessly asked his family for a magical artifact to save his life.

But that thing was quite precious, and wasting it at this time would be a real loss; he was extremely reluctant to do so.

"Really? I'm actually quite curious how you managed to keep this Gryffindor."

Aaron was stunned, feeling a headache coming on. He wasn't even sure he could survive if he ran away alone, and now he had a huge burden to carry on.

Hermione Granger!

"Ah! I'm here."

"I'll buy you some time. In a bit, you have to run as fast as you can and don't look back."

Is it possible?

"I... it's impossible. How can I let you face him alone?"

Aaron:...

Stop joking, do you really want me to say you're a burden?

"Fine, then could you please take my pet and hide somewhere else?" Aaron said, giving Abei a wink: Don't worry, be ready to run away at any time.

Hermione nodded and was about to pick Abei up.

However, having suffered a great loss before, the dragon naturally dodged her palm and proudly raised its head to squat under a tree.

Hermione reluctantly withdrew her right hand, glanced at Aaron with concern, and stood to the side.

"I'm curious, how do you plan to stall me?" The man in black robes asked in a cold, even impatient voice.

"I challenge you to a duel, in the manner of Warlock."

I'll stake the reputation of the Gaius family on this; if I lose, I'll give you my life.

"But if I'm lucky enough to win, you have to let us go." Aaron said righteously, ready to remove the ring on his left hand that sealed half of the Magical Energy.

This is one of his trump cards, which he didn't want to reveal so early, but now he really has no choice.

Whether the Dark Lord agrees or not, he has to launch another surprise attack; this is his last chance.