Chapter 406: Ancestral Weapons, One Shot, One Mage

"That's a pity." Voldemort's voice was calm, but everyone could feel that he was on the verge of a rage. "Perhaps when your friends die in front of you, you can realize the value of immortality."

Hearing this, Aaron's expression changed drastically, and his heart was pounding wildly.

"Avada Kedavra."

Three green spells shot straight at Cedric and the other two like lightning.

"Fuck!"

Aaron cursed in his heart, and didn't care about hiding his clumsiness. He immediately stood in front of the three people and made seals with his hands.

The orange-red magic circle was instantly outlined, and circles of lines formed a cubic Seraphim shield that enveloped the few people.

The Kedavra hit the magic circle, splashing green sparks with the breath of death.

Bang!

The Kedavra turned into light spots and dissipated. Aaron also stepped back a few steps and removed the magic circle.

"Very interesting magic, I've never seen it before, it can even resist the Killing Curse." Voldemort said with interest, "It seems that you have learned a lot of new things in the past two years."

"Thank you for the compliment." Aaron shook his numb hands, "If you keep outputting magic power, I can't last for a few seconds."

"Humph!" Voldemort snorted coldly, "You want to protect them?"

"You can't just watch them get killed!" Aaron said helplessly.

"If you swear to serve me, I may be merciful and let them go, otherwise you can't protect yourself."

"Don't listen to him." Cedric said, "Although we don't want to die, we also know that we can never let you stand on their side."

Krum and Fleur said nothing, but just clenched their wands to show their attitude.

"You don't know what's good for you." Voldemort said disdainfully, and then winked at a few Death Eaters, "Just a few people come and kill the three of them. Mr. Gaius needs to experience the feeling of losing a friend.

Wormtail, you go and stop Mr. Gaius, don't let him have the chance to rescue others, you can make him suffer if necessary, just don't kill him."

"Yes, as you command, my master."

Petty shuddered, his expression a little unnatural.

He had just fought with Aaron, he was not very old, but his strength was a level stronger than his.

Voldemort's order was simply too much, but he had to go at this time.

"Master." Little Barty hesitated and interrupted, "Excuse me, Wormtail may not be his opponent."

"Of course I know, but I don't want to kill him yet.

He has consumed a lot of magic power, and it's harmless to let someone test his ability."

"Three, I can't help much in this situation, you can take care of yourself." Aaron took a deep breath and faced Peter Pettigrew.

"To be honest, you are the one I despise the most. Maybe you will repent when you die."

"I... don't need you to look down on me." Pettigrew said timidly, and then suddenly waved his wand.

The red pillar of fire gushed out, Aaron raised his eyebrows, without any movement, and let the flames hit his body.

"The flames are useless, Wormtail." Little Barty reminded, "Gaius seems to be immune to fire."

Before he finished speaking, the blazing flames were swallowed by Aaron.

The taste is not very good, but it can restore some physical strength.

"Fainted!" Pettigrew immediately changed a spell.

Aaron waved his wand calmly, shooting out groups of light red light balls, and fought back and forth with Pettigrew Peter.

The two seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, and neither used powerful spells, just like an ordinary wizard duel.

This is indeed the case. Pettigrew was tortured by Aaron with the Cruciatus Curse several times. He was afraid of Aaron and did not want to confront him head-on. He just wanted to delay him to complete Voldemort's mission.

Aaron was also happy to act, on the one hand to reduce the consumption of magic power, on the other hand to delay time.

As long as Genes could bring people to arrive in time, his safety would be guaranteed to a certain extent.

However, the time for slacking off was short. From Aaron's perspective, Cedric and the other two were beaten back by three Death Eaters. It seemed that defeat or even death would happen in a few seconds.

"It's my bad luck." Aaron sighed and then cast a Crushing Spell.

Pettigrew's eyes widened instantly, and he raised his wand in panic, barely defending against the spell.

Damn, no martial ethics.

Just now it was the Sleeping Spell and the Petrifying Spell, and in the blink of an eye it was the Shattering Spell. This span was too unexpected.

The spells were connected, and the two began to compete in magic.

Pettigrew went all out, this time it was a Crushing Curse, which was not as torturous as the Cruciatus Curse, but it was a bit more powerful.

Aaron was not a freshman, so there was no doubt about the lethality of this spell. Even if he could offset some of the power, once he was hit, even if he was not seriously injured, he would have to lie in bed for a while.

Aaron held the wand tightly in one hand to restrain Peter Pettigrew, and the other hand was stretched in the air.

"Change clothes."

A wine-red magic circle emerged, and Aaron took out an exquisite flintlock pistol from it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three bullets were fired in an instant, piercing the air with a whistling sound, and in an instant they reached the three Death Eaters.

The magic bullets suppressed the magic hastily released by the three Death Eaters, blasting them away dozens of meters, and then turned into three huge fireballs in midair.

The phantom of the phoenix flashed by, and the flames of the explosion were dozens of meters high.

Three half-ripe Death Eaters fell from midair, and the panting sound showed that they were still alive, but they were breathing out more than breathing in.

Gurgle! ×n

The sound of swallowing saliva came one after another, and almost everyone was stunned to watch this scene, even Voldemort was no exception.

Although the three Death Eaters were not famous, the weakest was also a magician, which was considered elite in the magic world.

But these three elites lost their combat effectiveness in an instant, which was really far from the truth.

Aaron's face turned slightly pale, and one third of his magic power was drained in an instant, making it difficult for him to adapt for a while.

However, his condition was not good, but Pettigrew's condition was even worse. He seemed to be frightened by the shots just now and was still in shock.

Aaron made a prompt decision and immediately increased the input of magic power.

The bluish-white light ball knocked Pettigrew away, and the pain of his body being torn apart made him scream miserably.

"It's useless. This is the second time." Little Barty shook his head speechlessly, "Maybe more than twice."

"Is that a Muggle weapon?" Voldemort asked with interest, "No, that's not right. I feel a huge amount of magic power.

A simple offensive magic weapon that compresses a large amount of magic power and then increases its power in a special way, exerting a power that exceeds the level of the wizard himself."

"As expected of Lord Voldemort, you see it clearly.

However, the magic power that this gun can contain is also limited. It can only bully magicians, but the effect on the great magician will be greatly reduced."

"Where did you get this weapon?"

"It's an ancestral heirloom. My ancestor Arge Gaius spent countless rare materials to make it by hand. The gun is called Higanbana." Aaron said bluntly. This is the truth. As for how others understand it, it has nothing to do with him.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows and raised his wand slightly.

Higanbana trembled violently, flew out of his hand and flew towards Voldemort.

"Come back."

The red spider lily suddenly quieted down, got rid of the Dark Lord's spell, and flew back to Aaron's hand.

"This is the famous weapon of the Gaius family. I am its owner when it is passed to me. No one else can use it unless I authorize it."

"A good insurance measure." Voldemort sneered.

"Aaron, just now... I seemed to see a phoenix." Harry looked strange and asked tentatively: "Could it be Fawkes?"

Aaron spread his hands, "The phoenix is ​​a powerful magical creature, much stronger than the unicorn. The magical energy extracted from its feathers can be used to enchant bullets to a certain extent to increase the power."

Harry's mouth twitched, "You really should have plucked a few more feathers at that time."

Fleur seemed to have thought of something, and said inexplicably: "I remember you seemed to have bought a box of feathers of magical animals from Hagrid at that time. They are not all used to make bullets, right?"

"How many bullets do you have?" Cedric had a faint hope in his heart and said in a low voice , "Fire them all at once. If we use them well, we might..."

"Don't be delusional." Aaron poured cold water on him directly. "The power of this gun is determined by the magic power infused by the holder. The enchanted bullets are just icing on the cake.

I used all my strength in those three shots just now. I consumed a lot of magic power to barely reach the attack level of the Grand Magister.

There are dozens of Death Eaters here. Even if we drain all the magic power of the four of us, we can't kill one-third of them. And Voldemort will not watch his men die."

"That means we can only struggle desperately. It depends on the mood of the mysterious man." Krum said with a gloomy face.

"Don't say such a big truth." Aaron said speechlessly, and then took a deep breath, "If you are willing to believe me... hold on, maybe there will be a way out."

"Is this a consolation?" Fleur smiled bitterly, "But this is not convincing. No matter how you look at it, we are all dead today."

"Don't take me in." Aaron said, "You are very likely to die, but he will at most beat you half to death and then find a place to lock you up."

"Have you finished discussing?" Voldemort asked lazily, "Gaius, we are also acquaintances. Every time except for unpleasantness, you surprise me. I hope you will have better performance next time."

After the voice fell, three more Death Eaters came out.

Aaron blinked and swallowed hard.

"This time you really have to take care of yourselves. I'm afraid I don't have the magic to fire another round of guns."

Several people looked at each other and nodded, with a hint of solemnity in their expressions.

"Greet Mr. Gaius well, but be careful not to kill him."