Felix Felicis Really Was That Effective

The man in black paused slightly, and the cold, murderous aura around him subsided considerably.

"Will the Warlock duel?"

Okay, I promise.

As soon as the man in black finished speaking, his body trembled involuntarily, and a pleading voice echoed in his mind, "Master, we don't need to waste our time on these two."

Kill them quickly, that Unicorn...

"Shut up, it's not your place to tell me what to do." The man in black robes roared, and the voice in his mind instantly fell silent.

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

"It's nothing, let's get ready and begin!"

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

Felix Felicis, drinking it will bring good luck for ten hours.

He had always been reluctant to use this, but now was definitely the most opportune time, because using it would greatly increase his chances of escaping, while not using it might mean he would never have the chance in his life.

Aaron took a small sip and then carefully put the bottle away.

What is that?

"I spent a fortune to have someone concoct this mana replenishment potion."

"However, it's only effective against High-level Mage and those below that level." Aaron said, seemingly spouting nonsense, then pretended to be very generous and took the bottle out again. "Do you need it?"

If you need to speak up, don't hesitate to say so. Warlock duels are all about fairness.

Although you far surpass me in every aspect—age, magic, knowledge, experience, etc.—I don't mind giving you even more advantages.

The man in black robes was stunned and remained frozen for several seconds.

To be honest, he had some doubts that the bottle contained any magical repair agent.

But Aaron's words made him too embarrassed to ask any more questions.

Even a dignified Dark Lord has his pride. Since the other party has staked his family's reputation, he absolutely cannot be petty, and at the very least, he cannot suspect that the other party cheated in the duel.

Furthermore, the strength of the Gaius family has always been a mystery, and Aaron is just a ten-year-old child; what treasures could he possibly have?

Even if he did have one, he might not be interested in it.

He wouldn't lower himself to help unless it was something that could replenish his life force and solve his immediate crisis.

But when Aaron drank that stuff just now, he couldn't sense any life force at all, so he was certain that it didn't help him in the slightest.

"No, I don't need it."

"Is it not necessary?" Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression became more serious. "I apologize for my behavior just now."

"Stop wasting time, let's get started!" The black-robed man's tone calmed down. "After I've dealt with you all, I still have important business to attend to!"

"Alright," Aaron said, dragging his Wand in front of him as a sign of respect.

But as soon as he finished making that gesture, he looked angrily at the black-robed man in front of him, "You humiliated me, where's your Wand?"

"Do you think I can still use Wand in my current state?" the man in black said. "Don't underestimate me; I can still Wandless Casting."

Just kidding, he's currently possessing someone else's body. If he uses Wand, that person will be exposed.

Unless he kills those two people and that Magical Creature that very night, the consequences will be dire and could even affect his future plans.

Aaron truly gave him a long-lost feeling of excitement, and it would be a great pity if he died.

He still wanted to subdue him, and the first step in subduing this little Warlock was to defeat him with absolute power.

Geniuses are often proud and arrogant, but even geniuses can be impressed by other geniuses.

The Dark Lord is still very confident in his personal charisma. Although he is currently clinging to life, he believes that his return is only a matter of time.

However, not all of his previous followers were necessarily reliable; he needed to cultivate fresh blood.

"Alright, let's continue!" Aaron put down his Wand and slowly backed away.

In a formal duel, both sides need to be at opposite ends of the arena to begin the fight, and they happen to have a small open space that can barely serve as a ring.

Aaron hadn't expected the man in black to value such dueling etiquette, but this gave him more opportunities.

As Aaron retreated, he casually removed the ring from Aaron's left hand.

The best time to launch a surprise attack is when the opponent is at their most vigilant, but also when they are most unprepared.

Aaron was certain that the arrogant Dark Lord would never have imagined he would dare to do something like this, after all, his previous performance was too deceptive and his acting skills were superb.

Although their methods are somewhat despicable, their lives are of utmost importance.

One of the ancestral precepts summarized by the Gaius family ancestors is this: nothing is more important than life, and sometimes one can stop at nothing to save life.

Although he didn't know which ancestor said this, and it had nothing to do with honor or anything like that, he particularly liked its straightforwardness.

Especially at this moment, this statement is absolutely true.

If you're alive, you still have a chance to turn things around, but if you die, forget about turning things around, you won't even have a coffin lid to turn your back on.

If the other party can bully the weak, does that mean he can't also disregard martial ethics?

Seven steps, ten steps, five steps... to the edge of the open space

Aaron's heart was in his throat. He had already taken off the ring on his left hand, and his Magical Energy was being replenished rapidly, but he dared not be careless in the slightest.

Finally, the countdown had begun. Aaron quickly raised his Wand, preparing to unleash his full power to Sectumsempra the man in black.

If you miss, turn around and run. Now that you've created some distance, you can run a few more steps.

But if you're lucky enough to land a hit, you'll have to follow up with a few more blows before running away.

I took a swig of Felix Felicis before the battle, all for this moment.

"Aaron, Hermione, are you there?"

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

Behind him followed an exhausted Harry and Ron, as well as Draco.

At the same time, Aaron also unleashed a Sectumsempra spell, which struck the black-robed man.

However, upon hearing Hagrid's voice, he promptly withdrew some of his power, refraining from unleashing his true strength.

"Ah!"

A piercing scream rang out. The man in black robes felt immense pain but dared not linger for a moment. He flew swiftly in the opposite direction and soon disappeared into the night.

Aaron stared at the scene in bewilderment, thinking that the effects of Felix Felicis were a bit too strong!

If only I had taken a sip before entering the Forbidden Forest, I might not have even encountered this man in black robes.

"Where is he?" Hagrid asked breathlessly, his crossbow poised to fire.

"Is there even a question? Of course they ran away!"

"So you didn't get it, did you?"

What do you think?

"If I hadn't been quick-witted enough to buy so much time, we might both be dead," Aaron said breathlessly. "Of course, I might not have died, but Hermione certainly wouldn't have survived."

Hearing this, Hagrid couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

He was the one who suggested splitting the troops into two groups, but he didn't expect it to be this dangerous.

When he saw two balls of fire appear above the Forbidden Forest, he began to rush towards them, only to run into Malfoy was also running away in a frantic manner.

On Zhiyu's side, a strange man dressed in black increased his speed significantly after drinking Unicorn Blood. However, since this was the Forbidden Forest, he had to limit his speed after falling twice.

"I'm sorry," Hagrid said somewhat apologetically, "I shouldn't have divided you into groups; that way, you wouldn't have been in danger."

"No, Hagrid, this has little to do with you," Hermione comforted Yu. "Nobody expected there to be such a monster in the Forbidden Forest."

"I reminded him."

I told you there were uncertainties in the Forbidden Forest lately, and we shouldn't have come here that night, but Hagrid doesn't seem to have taken my advice to heart.

"I'm sorry." The kind-hearted Giant lowered his head again. "It's all my fault."

"Hmph! It's your fault. If you hadn't insisted on doing things your own way, we wouldn't have encountered this danger."

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

Dumbledore might not be able to protect you.

"Aaron, that's enough. Hagrid already knows he was wrong," Hermione said, somewhat reluctantly.

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

Besides, we barely escaped death and survived, can't I even vent a little?

If Fang hadn't sneezed, we might have escaped unscathed.

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

At this point, Aaron suddenly paused, afraid that if he continued, one of the girls would start crying again.

"In short, that night was exceptionally exciting, but it could have been avoided."

The others exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement.

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

"We found it, but..." Hermione gritted her teeth, "Hagrid, you have to be prepared. I reckon that poor guy is already dead."