Chapter 406: The ancestral weapon, one gun and one magician

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

Hearing this, Aaron's expression changed drastically, and his heart went crazy.

"Avada Kedavra."

Three green curses shot straight at Cedric and the others like lightning.

"grass!"

Aaron cursed in his heart, no longer caring about hiding his clumsiness, and immediately stood in front of the three of them, forming a seal with his hands.

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

The death curse hit the magic circle, splashing green sparks with the aura of death.

boom!

The death curse turned into points of light and dissipated. Aaron also took a few steps back and withdrew the magic circle.

"It's a very interesting magic. I've never seen it before. It can even resist the Death 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 your magic power, I won't be able to hold on for a few seconds."

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

"We can't just watch them being killed!" Aaron said helplessly.

"If you swear to serve me, I might be able to show mercy and let them go, otherwise you won't be able to 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 side with them."

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

"Ignorance of good and bad." Voldemort said disdainfully, and then winked at several Death Eaters, "A few random people came and killed three of them. Mr. Gaius needs to experience the feeling of losing a friend.

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

"Yes, as you command, my master."

Pettigrew shivered and looked a little unnatural.

He had fought against Aaron just now. He was not very old, but his strength was much stronger than him.

Voldemort's order was simply too much to impose, but at this time, he had to accept it even if he didn't accept it.

"Master." Barty Jr. interjected hesitantly, "With all due respect, Wormtail may not be his match."

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

His magic power has been consumed a lot, so it doesn't hurt to let others test his abilities. "

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

"Honestly, you are the one I despise the most. Maybe you will only know how to repent when you die."

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

A pillar of crimson fire spurted out, and Aaron raised his eyebrows without making any movement, letting the flames hit him.

"Fire is useless, Wormtail." Barty Jr. reminded, "Gaius seems to be immune to fire."

Before he finished speaking, a blazing flame was swallowed into Aaron's mouth.

It doesn't taste very good, but it can restore some energy.

"Collapse!" Pettigrew immediately changed his spell.

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

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 at all. He only wanted to delay him from completing Voldemort's mission.

Aaron Yele's acting, on the one hand, reduces the consumption of magic power, and on the other hand, delays time.

As long as Jeans can bring people over in time, his safety is guaranteed to a certain extent.

However, the time to fish was short-lived. From Aaron's perspective, Cedric and the others were beaten back by three Death Eaters. Defeat and even death seemed to happen within a few seconds.

"I'm unlucky." Aaron sighed, and then cast a body-shattering spell.

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

Ma De, do not talk about martial ethics.

Just now it was the Sleeping Curse and the Petrification Curse, and in the blink of an eye it was the Crushing Curse. This span was so unexpected.

The magic spell was connected, and the two began to compete in magic.

Pettigrew went all out, and this time it was a crushing curse. It was not as torturous as the Cruciatus Curse, but it was slightly more powerful.

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

Aaron held the wand tightly with one hand to restrain Peter Pettigrew, while the other hand was stretched out in mid-air.

"Change."

A burgundy magic circle emerged, and Aaron took out an exquisite flintlock pistol.

boom! boom! boom!

Three bullets were shot out in an instant, the whistling sound piercing the air, and they were in front of the three Death Eaters in an instant.

The magic bullets suppressed the magic released in a hurry by the three Death Eaters, blasting them tens of meters away, and then turned into three huge fireballs in mid-air.

The shadow of the phoenix flashed away, and the explosion of fire was dozens of meters high.

Three five-year-old Death Eaters fell from the air. Their gasping sounds showed that they were still alive, but they were breathing more and less in.

Gulu! ×n

The sounds of swallowing came one after another. Almost everyone looked at this scene in stunned silence, even Voldemort was no exception.

Although the three Death Eaters are not well-known, the weakest are also magisters, and they can be considered elites in the magical world.

But just three elites lost their combat effectiveness in an instant, which was a huge mistake.

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

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

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

The blue-white light group knocked Pettigrew away, and the pain of his body being torn apart made him scream in agony.

"It's really 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, no, I feel a huge amount of magic power.

A purely offensive magic weapon, it compresses a large amount of magic energy and then enhances its power in a special way, exerting power beyond the level of the wizard himself. "

"As expected of Lord Voldemort, he sees things thoroughly.

However, there is an upper limit to the magic power that this gun can hold. It can bully magisters, but its effect on great magisters will be greatly reduced. "

"Where did you get this kind of weapon?"

"It was handed down from our ancestors and was made by my ancestor Alge Gaius using countless rare materials. The name of the gun is 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 moved his wand slightly.

The Bianganhua trembled violently, flew out of its hand and flew towards Voldemort.

"return."

Higanbana suddenly became quiet, got rid of the Dark Lord's spell, and flew back to Aaron's hands.

"This is a famous weapon of the Gaius family. Once it is passed to me, I will be its owner. No one else can use it unless they get my authorization."

"Not a bad insurance policy." Voldemort sneered.

"Aaron, just now... I seemed to have seen a phoenix." Harry looked strange and asked tentatively: "It couldn't be Fox, could it?"

Aaron spread his hands, "Phoenixes are powerful magical creatures, much more powerful than unicorns. The magic energy extracted from its feathers and enchanted bullets can increase the power to a certain extent."

The corners of Harry's mouth twitched involuntarily, "You really should have plucked a few more feathers."

Fleur seemed to have thought of something, and said with an inexplicable expression: "I remember that you seemed to have bought a box of magical animal feathers from Hagrid. Couldn't they all be used to make bullets?"

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

"Stop wishful thinking." Aaron poured cold water on him directly, "The power of this gun is determined by the magic energy instilled by the gun owner, and the enchanted bullets are just the icing on the cake.

I went all out for those three shots just now, and it took a lot of magic power to barely reach the attack level of the Grand Mage.

There are dozens of Death Eaters here. Even if the magic power of the four of us is drained, we can't kill a third of them, and Voldemort will not just watch his men die. "

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

"Don't tell such a big truth." Aaron said speechlessly, and then took a deep breath, "If you are willing to believe me... stick to it, there may be a way to survive."

"Is this consolation?" Furong smiled bitterly, "But it's not convincing. No matter what, we are all destined to die today."

"Don't take me in," Aaron said. "There is a high chance that you will die, but the best he can do is beat him half to death and then find a place to lock him up."

"Have you finished the discussion?" Voldemort asked lazily, "Gaius, we are already acquaintances. Apart from being unhappy every time, you surprise me. I hope you will perform better in the future."

After the words fell, three more people came out of the Death Eater team.

Aaron blinked and swallowed hard.

"You really have to take care of yourself this time. I'm afraid I don't have the magic power to fire another round."

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

"Give Mr. Gaius a good greeting, but be careful not to beat him to death."