Chapter 410: The last words came at a critical moment

Zizzi~

The three Death Eaters fell to the ground, twitching from time to time, and their burnt bodies exuded a disgusting smell.

"Ghost crystal, Thunderbird's tail feathers, triple enchantment, the bullet I spent so much effort on making is not in vain.

But this time I really have no strength, you win. "

Aaron laughed miserably and lay on the ground without grace.

It looked like they were planning to surrender, but the remaining dozen Death Eaters looked at each other in shock and didn't dare to get close.

After all, where are the lessons learned from the past still lying there?

One wants to take credit, acts impatiently, and then dies hastily.

The other three were a little more cautious and cast the coma spell from a distance, but the result was not much better. They probably wouldn't be able to recover if they didn't take care of themselves for a year and a half.

Lucius hesitated for a moment, strode to Aaron, and collected his wand and flintlock.

"I can only try my best to protect you from harm, but there is nothing else I can do to help you."

"Then do I still have to thank you?" Aaron rolled his eyes.

"Of course, this is for my son's sake." Lucius said, pulling him up from the ground, turning his back to the others and mouthing: location.

Aaron immediately understood that what Lucius meant was that he would find out where Aaron was being held, and then have someone notify the Gaius family, and someone would naturally rescue him by then.

Lucius took Aaron to Voldemort, and then stood aside respectfully without saying anything.

Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor were also escorted here by Barty Crouch Jr. Although they were also tied to pillars, their treatment was better than Harry's.

"Well done, Lucius." Voldemort said meaningfully, "Even if your loyalty to me has never wavered, your ability has disappointed me very much. Thirteen years have produced no results.

But Voldemort will not go back on what he promised. The debts of the past thirteen years have been written off. What reward do you want? "

"My subordinates dare not ask for anything. They just want to fulfill the master's orders and realize our magic path as soon as possible."

"You are very diplomatic, but I like to hear this." Voldemort smiled, and then walked to Aaron, "A fifteen-year-old student actually caused more than one-third of my men's casualties. It is really amazing."

"That's ridiculous." Aaron said weakly, "These subordinates of yours should be nothing among the Death Eaters!

The magical energy has indeed reached the standard of a magister, but the combat effectiveness is generally not strong. "

"Haha, what you said is not wrong.

After more than ten years of stable life, they almost forgot how to fight, and even their magic power did not increase much. They could only bully some wizards who were weaker than them.

The real elite of the Death Eaters should be in Azkaban right now, and I'll be picking them up soon. "

"Wow!" Aaron shrugged nonchalantly, "I wish you good luck."

Voldemort nodded, then approached Aaron, using his wand to control him to look at the four tied people, "You have the few rights now to witness their death.

Choose one! Who dies first? "

"Harry Potter."

"What?"

Harry's eyes widened. He knew that this moment would come sooner or later, but...

Do you want to be so direct? How much hesitation!

"Harry Potter will definitely not work. If I were the Dark Lord, I would save him until the end." Aaron thought for a while and looked at Krum, "How about him?

He has a simple mind and well-developed limbs. I have been unhappy with him for a long time. "

"As you wish." Voldemort sneered.

Little Barty immediately raised his wand and pointed it at Klum, who had his eyes closed, "Goodbye, big star.

Avada..."

"Wait." Aaron took a deep breath, "I suddenly remembered that I still owe him a trivial favor, so I'd better delay his death for a few seconds!

How about Cedric?

His father is the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic, which is considered a high-ranking position.

It was fitting to use his sacrificial flag to announce the return of the Dark Lord. "

"I didn't know I still had this role." Cedric smiled bitterly, "But my father will firmly stand on the side against the Dark Lord."

"Then it's him." Little Barty said, then raised his wand, "Avada..."

"Wait a mininute."

Little Barty's anger suddenly rose, "Don't forget that you are just a prisoner."

"Maybe I will be the successor of the Dark Lord?

Maybe I'll agree, so speak politely to me. "

"you..."

"Make a decision quickly, Gaius." Voldemort said impatiently, "You need to experience the feeling of controlling other people's life and death. This will push you to make the right choice.

Of course, you can also choose none of them, surrender to me now, and I will spare their lives immediately. "

"Including Harry Potter?"

Voldemort sneered, "You can only decide the fate of three of them, Harry Potter is not included."

"You're boring." Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I'm not familiar with them, so there's no need to sign a contract to save them.

So...if you want to kill, just kill, don't let me choose? "

"Then ladies first!" Voldemort raised his wand meaningfully.

Fleur closed her eyes tightly and acted quite calmly, seeming to accept her next fate.

"This won't work, this really won't work." Aaron hurriedly interrupted Voldemort, "She owed me several favors. It would be a pity if she died like this."

"It seems that Mr. Gaius still has some hope for Dumbledore!" Voldemort shook his head regretfully, "Even now, he is still trying to find ways to delay time."

"Nothing." Aaron said with a smile.

"Little Barty, tell him with practical actions not to use such petty tricks."

"As ordered." Barty Crouch Jr. gave Aaron a provocative look and joked: "I'm relatively skilled at this kind of thing. The screams of the Longbottoms are still fresh in my memory."

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"ah......"

Fleur screamed, her voice extremely sad.

She had never felt such severe pain, like countless red-hot knives scratching every inch of her skin.

"Stop." Aaron said bitterly, "I choose, can't I choose?"

Barty Crouch Jr. put down his wand without hesitation, "If you had done this, you would have been fine."

Aaron looked at Fleur and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, maybe the only thing I can do now is to let you die happily."

Fleur nodded blankly, the Cruciatus Curse was really not something that anyone could bear.

"Krum, do you have any last words?

If I have a chance in the future, I will convey it to you. "

"Tell Hermione Granger for me..."

"Okay, got it.

Don't talk yet, don't think too much before you die. Aaron interrupted him, then looked at Cedric, "Um...do you have any last words?" "

"Give my body to my father." Cedric said seriously.

"I try my best."

"Let's finish the explanation!" Little Barty said calmly, "This is the first time I was so stubborn when I killed someone."

"Just say one more word." Aaron sighed, then walked to Fleur, "You..."

"Tell Gabrielle not to be too sad." Fleur blurted out, "As a sister, I can't take care of her."

"Please close your eyes, don't open them." Aaron took a deep breath, turned his back to Fleur and pointed his thumb back, "Fleur Delacour, she comes first."

Barty Crouch Jr. sneered, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Water mirror!"

Red, yellow, and blue magic arrays lined up in a row, blocking Fleur.

The green life-killing spell hit the magic circle. After a moment of stalemate, the direction began to shift slightly, and there were even signs of turning back.

Little Barty raised his eyebrows, increased the intensity of his spell casting, and more powerful magic impacted the magic circle.

Aaron's hands kept trembling, and the little magic power that his missing body had just recovered was drained away by him, and now he was truly struggling to his death.

boom! boom! boom!

The triple magic circle was shattered one after another, but the life-killing curse also deviated from its path and was bounced onto a tombstone.

"Not bad magic." Voldemort admired, "It can actually reflect the death curse. It's a pity that your magic power is not enough, otherwise my servant will die under his spell."

"Originally, I planned to keep this bit of magic power for myself to move around as a phantom." Aaron said with a helpless smile, "But after all, I couldn't just watch them die."

“You can rest assured that the place where you are being held cannot apparate.

Little Barty, Mr. Gaius is very resistant to choices, so you should make the move! "

"Yes, Master."

Little Barty smiled coldly and hit Delacour with a death curse.

Aaron gritted his teeth, stood in front of her, and then closed his eyes tightly.

"No!"

Voldemort roared angrily.

Little Barty was also extremely panicked. Voldemort valued Aaron very much, and if he died like this, he might be punished.

At this moment, a dazzling white light appeared in front of Aaron, repelling the killing curse and sending little Barty flying out.

At the same time, six other figures also landed around Aaron, forming a circle to protect him inside.

The sudden scene gave the tied people a glimmer of hope. They didn't know who was coming, but the one who could repel the Death Eaters was definitely on their side.

"Who are you?" Voldemort said coldly. He could feel that these people were not weak, and any one of them could easily defeat three Death Eaters.

Especially the one in the lead actually made him feel a little bit of danger.

"First meeting, Lord Voldemort." Genes said politely, "We are not your enemies. We are here just to ensure the safety of the young master."

After saying that, Genes turned to look at Aaron, "Master, we shouldn't be too late, it's really a critical moment!"