A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Alright, since the young master wants to play, let's just add an extra time to this game!"

"Why pretend when everyone's gone?" The balding wizard, somewhat annoyed, pulled out an old wand and cast a curse with a sinister smile.

A pale blue light shone towards Genes, but the expected scream did not occur.

Just as he was puzzled, a buzzing sound suddenly came to his ears, and he felt as if he were in a Category 10 hurricane, his body spinning rapidly in mid-air uncontrollably.

Although he was extremely dizzy, the balding wizard realized Genes' terrifying strength and was filled with regret.

He was even a little impressed with himself. For that one percent of Galon, he actually took the initiative to stop a great mage who was not even in his league.

"Please let me go."

"I'll never do it again, please..." he pleaded with difficulty, but his mouth was quickly gagged. "Waaah..."

Genes glanced at him indifferently. "I won't do anything to you since my young master isn't injured, but you'll be spending the rest of your life in Azkaban."

Upon hearing this, the balding wizard's eyes widened in horror, and tears and sweat involuntarily streamed down his face.

That's Azkaban! A dark wizard like him would suffer a fate worse than death if he went in there.

Also, that kid just now was actually a young master.

What grudge do they hold against us? Even if they went to Knockout Alley for a thrill, they shouldn't be treated like this!

The old witch and her companions noticed the commotion, but made no attempt to help.

On the one hand, they didn't know what happened in the battle and their understanding of Genes was inaccurate, otherwise they would have run away without looking back. On the other hand, if one person was eliminated, the three of them could get a bigger share.

"You two, go and kill him. If that doesn't work, at least hold him off for two minutes," the old witch said calmly, then gave Aaron a gentle smile. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Aaron nodded in agreement, silently giving a thumbs-up to the two dark wizards blocking his way—they were fearless warriors!

"Can you hurry up?"

"of course can."

The old witch also wanted to get rid of Aaron quickly, after all, it's always better to have it in hand. There's too much uncertainty with living people, and the golden Galleons were much more attractive to her.

However, just as they reached the end of the alley, a dark figure landed in front of them.

This is a dark wizard who is responsible for blocking the road, but he is currently unconscious and covered in burn marks.

"This..." The old witch's eyes widened as she turned to look at her other companion, who was being held captive by Genes and whose body was convulsing. Her legs went weak, and she stumbled back a few steps in a panic.

Who on earth did they mess with? That's the strongest wizard in their team, and he was powerless against him.

"We don't want this child..."

Before he could even utter the word "I want it," Aaron decisively interjected, "We won't give up."

Grandma, let's run!

Just around the corner is a crowded place; we can't let the time that the uncles have gained go to waste!

If that bad guy catches me, he'll definitely kill me.

Upon hearing this, the old witch seemed to be awakened and instantly made up her mind: to run.

Judging from the miserable state of her three partners, it's clear that the man is no saint. Moreover, she just said "kill him," so handing over the child based on those three words alone wouldn't end well for her. She might as well take a gamble.

"Follow me."

The old witch spoke to Aaron, her voice no longer gentle, but filled with urgency.

Aaron nodded seriously, while a deep voice came from the air: Proceed according to the original plan, and buy me some time.

Abe twitched her ears and jumped off Aaron's arms.

The old witch unleashed a speed beyond her years, compressing the journey that would normally take two minutes into almost half.

After dealing with the last person blocking his way, Genes rushed out of the alley, only to find a dense crowd of people.

"Sigh! Looks like it'll take a little more time."

Just as Genes was feeling regretful, a striking white figure suddenly appeared outside an alley. He clearly saw a pair of clear pupils shrink back in panic after spotting him.

"Hehe! This reconnaissance is really subpar, young master, you were too careless!" Genes laughed, then confidently chased after them.

Meanwhile, the old witch also led Aaron to a small auction house where at least dozens of dark wizards had gathered.

“Mr. Peel, this is top-quality stuff.” The old witch stopped pretending and rubbed her hands together with a man in his fifties wearing a monocle sitting at a table, as if she felt that her safety was guaranteed here.

"Make a price!"

Pierre looked Aaron over carefully and found that he was not nervous, scared, or crying like other children. Instead, he was unusually calm, which piqued Pierre's interest.

"Five hundred gold galleons."

"What? Only five hundred?" The old witch was not satisfied with the price. "Look at his appearance. Just for that face, you should give me a thousand gallons."

"I'm only offering you five hundred because of his face; otherwise, I'd think three hundred is too much," Pierre said impatiently, stroking his mustache.

Aaron: ......

What kind of taste do you have?! My face is only worth two hundred Galleons?

Chapter 219 Cowardly enough to try and rob someone else's house

"But..." the old witch stammered, trying to raise the price, "we lost at least two people because of this shipment..."

“What does that have to do with me?” Pierre’s face immediately darkened. “People like you don’t care about this? If you’re not satisfied, turn left and leave. I’m not short of kids here.”

Upon hearing this, the old witch gritted her teeth and said, "Fine, five hundred it is."

Pierre chuckled dismissively. "That's more like it!"

"Wait a moment," Aaron interrupted their transaction. "I'm not entirely satisfied."

“You have no right to speak here,” the old witch said viciously. “You don’t really think I’m taking you home, do you? How naive, child.”

However, you should thank me. I brought you here, so at least you still have a chance to live. You know, there are shops in Fandao Lane that specialize in buying human organs, and the fresher the organ, the more valuable it is.

Your eyes and skin are worth 300 gallons, and with your blood, organs, and bones, selling them for 1,000 gallons wouldn't be a problem.

"Come on! If it were that easy to make money, you wouldn't have brought me here." Aaron picked at his ear. "But I do have to thank you for helping me get rid of that guy."

I've only been to Knockturn Alley a few times, and I was just hoping to try my luck, but you guys just happened to appear in front of me and led the way to me in the fastest way possible.

The old witch stared at him blankly, a strange sense of dread creeping into her heart.

This doesn't seem like a harmless child at all; it's clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Who are you?"

"That's not important. What's important is your fate." Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile, then he looked at the intrigued Pierre. "If I may ask, how much is this old codger worth?"

"you..."

The old witch's eyes were bloodshot as she pointed a trembling finger at Aaron, wishing she could strangle him on the spot.

She'd been in this business for decades, and this was the first time she'd ever encountered something so outrageous—they dared to sell her, a human trafficker, the goods they were about to sell.

"What do you mean, 'you'?" Ya Lunren said confidently. "There doesn't seem to be any rule that says I can't sell to you!"

"Boss, the quality of this batch of goods is a bit poor. Just give me whatever you think is fair."

Pierre burst into laughter, which attracted dozens of dark wizards nearby.

Their gazes were cold, their faces filled with curiosity and amusement.

“Interesting, very interesting.” Pierre praised Aaron without reservation. “As long as you don’t die, someone like you will definitely be a big shot in the future.”

"Thank you for the compliment; many people think so."

Pierre shook his head. "Mochira is already seventy years old this year. He is covered in hidden injuries and diseases, and his strength is average. No one would want him as a slave. He's not worth much money, at most ten Galleons."

“Pierre!” the old witch roared angrily, “Are you trying to break the rules?”

"Of course not. Everyone knows my reputation, otherwise this auction house wouldn't have existed for so long."

"The situation is that you two could both be sellers now, which puts me in a difficult position!" Pierre sneered. "You don't even have anyone in uniform, and you have the nerve to come looking for me?"

Mochira cursed inwardly, glaring fiercely at Aaron. He should have knocked the kid out before he came.

"What's your name?" Pierre asked.

“Severus,” Aaron said without batting an eye, “Severus Snape.”

"Severus, I'm giving you two choices."

One option is to honestly accept your fate, and if you're lucky, you can live out the rest of your life peacefully...

“I choose the second one,” Aaron said immediately.

"The second option is to fight Mochira, and whoever wins will decide the fate of the other person."

Mochira gave a cold laugh. "With pleasure."

Aaron shrugged. "It seems I don't have a choice."

The wizards in the auction house were all in high spirits and consciously made room for them.

Pierre immediately cleared his table and laid out a red blanket to make a makeshift gambling table. "Gentlemen, place your bets as quickly as possible, or you'll miss your chance."

“I bet Mochira, ten Galleons.” An old wizard with a gloomy face slammed a handful of gold coins on the table.

This seemed to be a good start, and a group of wizards couldn't wait to put all the Gallon, Sikor, and even Nat on the gambling table.

Most people bet on Mochira to win, only seven or eight people bet on Aaron and a few bet on Nat, but no one bet on Galon, even though his odds were high and people wanted to try their luck.

To the wizards present, the bet was a foregone conclusion. Although Mochira was old and not very strong, he could still easily handle a child.

"They really have no taste," Aaron muttered.

“That’s normal, Severus,” Pierre said. “You’d better do me a favor! If you lose, you’ll not only lose the rest of your life, but you’ll also make me lose money.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, calmly walked to the gambling table, and took out a money bag from his pocket. "I only brought 120 Galleons, and I'm betting them all on myself."

"Ten times the odds! If you win, you'll make ten times your money. This kind of deal doesn't come around often."

Mochira gritted his teeth, making a 'clucking' sound, and the anger in his eyes almost materialized.

She regretted it. Before bringing Aaron over, she should have not only knocked him unconscious but also searched him. More than a hundred Galleons were gone just like that.

Pierre paused for a moment, then clapped his hands. "That's really interesting. But if I were you, I wouldn't have bet so much. I don't have many good people around me."