A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron glanced thoughtfully at the group of wizards around him, their eyes gleaming with undisguised greed. "I think I'm safe in the auction house, right?"

“Not necessarily,” Pierre poured cold water on his enthusiasm. “You’re still just a kid.”

"I understand." Aaron wasn't afraid at all; on the contrary, he smiled quite happily.

He drew his wand and walked to the opposite side of the old witch, Morchella. "He who sells others will be sold in return. Although you are not even worth a fraction of what I have, a mosquito is still meat, isn't it?"

"Go to hell."

Mochira waved her wand, and a pale blue light shot towards Aaron.

Upon seeing this, Aaron's eyes flashed with disdain.

He had initially thought that this old witch was at least a mage, and that it would take some time to deal with her, but now it seemed that she was only a novice mage, and her combat experience was exceptionally poor.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If he had the ability, he wouldn't be doing so poorly.

Aaron cast an Ironclad Spell on himself and calmly crashed into it.

boom!

The cyan light cluster and the transparent barrier collided and canceled each other out.

"This...is impossible." Mochira couldn't believe it. In her mind, she should have ended the battle in one move, or at the very least, severely injured the child. There should never have been a situation where the two were evenly matched.

The other wizards stared at Aaron in astonishment, and Pierre's pupils widened slightly; Severus Snape's talent was even greater than he had imagined.

“Old witch, seeing is believing!” Aaron said meaningfully, then tapped his chest with his wand, and his whole body became transparent.

"Illusion Spell".

Mochira's face was grim as he cautiously surveyed his surroundings.

But the next moment, a white light shot out from behind her, and she was blasted several meters away before landing on the ground.

Aaron deactivated his invisibility and quickly walked up to her, testing a spell he had learned recently.

"Extremely painful and agonizing."

"what!"

The piercing screams echoed through the auction house, sending chills down the spines of the dozens of dark wizards around.

They naturally understood the Unforgivable Curse, but they hadn't expected a small child to be able to cast it. More importantly, he acted very naturally, without the slightest discomfort.

This is a ruthless character, absolutely a ruthless character.

Many people have put aside their ulterior motives. They originally thought they could be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, but now it seems that being the oriole isn't so easy!

"You dare to sell me out? Are you blind?!" Aaron kicked her twice, and with each swing of his wand, Mochira slammed heavily against the ground.

Aaron stopped casting the spell only when he could see obvious bloodstains on the ground.

"Severus, you damned bastard!" Mochira gritted his teeth, red blood seeping from his yellowed teeth.

"Still not convinced?" Aaron sneered, flicked his wand to knock her wand away, and then aimed it at her body, delivering another piercing blow.

"what!"

Soon the old witch's eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

"What a pity, I thought she could hold on a little longer!" Aaron shook his head with regret, then used Transfiguration to make a rope and tied her up like a dumpling, and thoughtfully tied a knot that was impossible to untie.

The skillful and professional technique left the onlookers questioning their own existence—was this really a child?

“You win,” Pierre said, then took ten Galleons from his pocket. “This is her worth.”

"anything else!"

Pierre sighed, first handing over the money that Aaron had won from the two wizards, then taking a money bag from the drawer and putting all the gambling money on the table into it. "This should be enough."

"Boy, hand over the money." A one-eyed wizard stepped forward, eyeing the bag in Aaron's hand greedily.

"Sigh! In the end, some people will risk their lives for money!" Aaron sighed. "It's not that I underestimate you, but are you sure you can beat me?"

"Unsure, but..."

Before he finished speaking, several more wizards stood up, and other fence-sitters joined in, creating an unprecedented unity among the dark wizards.

"Heh!" Aaron said calmly, "No one can take my money."

"We outnumber you," the one-eyed wizard laughed arrogantly. "Do you want to fight all of us?"

“No, I’m not that stupid.” Aaron placed the bag on the table decisively. “However… I swear on the honor of the Snape family, whoever makes the first move, I will fight him to the death.”

I don't need the money, but even if I die, I'll drag the first person with me to see Merlin.

Would you like to try it?

The one-eyed wizard's lips twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but swallow.

The others looked at each other, no longer so aggressive.

Whether Severus will keep his word is unclear, but it's undeniable that in a one-on-one fight, he has the ability to kill eight hundred enemies while losing a thousand of his own.

They were indeed numerous and powerful, but they also knew each other very well. Everyone wanted the money, but no one wanted to be the first. They weren't worried about Severus's targeted retaliation; how much power could a teenager pose to them? But the others were no pushovers either. If they were to be nearly killed, they would probably be devoured by the other dark wizards in the next moment.

Furthermore, even if an idiot were to become the first person, how much would the remaining dozens of people actually get, even if they received the bag?

They're not stupid. This isn't like robbing Gringotts; it's not worth the risk for such a small amount of money.

"Tch!" Aaron swept his gaze around with disdain. "If you don't even have this much guts, don't try to rob people."

Chapter 220 Rational Utilization of Resources

"How stupid!" Pierre looked at everyone with some disappointment. "Although you are not any important figures, you have been around for a long time, and there are even mages among you. You were actually outmaneuvered by a child. I am truly ashamed for you."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks," the one-eyed wizard said quietly. "If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself!"

“Me?” Pierre glanced at Aaron, then waved his hand with a smile. “I personally admire ‘Severus’ quite a bit, so I won’t bully the weak.”

However, to add some fun to your boring life, I can give you a little suggestion: how to get this Galleon in a safe situation.

Everyone raise your wands, and on my count of three, two, one, attack together! Even if he wants to target the first one, he can't.

Aaron: ......

This is what you call appreciation?

It's just that I won some money from you, is it really necessary to be so stingy?

The dark wizards exchanged glances, but soon smug smiles appeared on their faces.

This idea is fair; they won't be in any danger, and they can easily split a Galleon by casting a spell.

Although they might not get much, they could still live it up for a few days without any problem.

“Three…” Pierre gave Aaron a playful look, “Two…”

"Wait a minute." Aaron immediately interrupted him, revealing a fawning smile. "We're all out here to make money, there's no need to make things so tense."

“Severus, you’re still too young,” Peel said meaningfully. “I’ve seen many talented and intelligent wizards, but many of them are dead.”

I do admire you, so I won't do anything myself, but that doesn't mean I can forgive you for causing trouble on my turf.

Whether you survive this round or not depends on your luck.

Aaron's lips twitched as he pondered whether he should take back his thought form and kill this guy.

What's with the arrogance! You just think I'm easier to bully!

Aren't you worried that I'll target you?

“You can give it a try.” Pierre stretched out his arms and said casually, “The reason I’m able to hold onto my position as boss is not only because of my reputation, but also because I’m a high-ranking mage.”

Don't take yourself too seriously. Having talent is your asset, but in the eyes of people like us, it's precisely what's worthless.

"A high-ranking archmage?" Aaron murmured softly, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Any more questions?"

My guests must be getting impatient.

"Wait a moment." Aaron reached into his pocket and took off the ring, but deliberately waited a while before taking it out. "I want to make a deal with you, and this is my bargaining chip."

“Hmm?” Pierre raised an eyebrow. “You want me to give up counting? So you can walk away unscathed.”

"Not only that, I also need you to do me a small favor." Aaron smiled meaningfully. "Don't rush to refuse; this ring is worth the price."

Pierre hesitated for a moment, then took the ring from Aaron's hand, but a moment later he was shocked and stood up from his chair.

"Where did you steal this from?"

"It was passed down from my ancestors, it should be quite valuable!"

"It's more than just valuable!"

The Demon-Sealing Ring was an item owned by a select few magical nobles during the Middle Ages, and it could be used by anyone below the level of a Saint Magister.

"This is a priceless treasure! If it were auctioned off, it would easily fetch five figures, and six figures wouldn't be impossible for a discerning buyer." Pierre was overjoyed, but quickly calmed down, giving Aaron a meaningful look. "Severus, I admit this is a treasure I can't refuse. Aren't you worried I'll kill you?"

“You yourself said that your credibility has never been a problem, and…” Aaron paused slightly, “to say something you may not like to hear, you can’t kill me, and I’m also good at escaping.”

Pierre glanced at the unconscious Mochira, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to gamble.

He might get a priceless treasure by murdering and robbing, but if he fails, he might spend the rest of his life in fear.

He's reached the end of his career; there's no chance for him to break through. Meanwhile, Severus is incredibly talented, and it's only a matter of time before he surpasses him.

He didn't want to take the risk of a great mage seeking revenge.

Moreover, with so many people watching, he can't make a move if he wants to protect the auction house's reputation.

Not only could he not take action, he also had to protect this client, otherwise he would be suspected of using someone else to do his dirty work.

Thinking of this, Pierre forced an awkward smile. "Severus, I underestimated you."

"There's no other way, it's all for my life. At least I'm not in danger now." Aaron shrugged. "You didn't lose out either, you got a priceless magical item!"

"Okay! Let's do it the way we do. What do you need my help with?"

Aaron smiled mysteriously. "Help me stop someone."

"what kind of person?"

You'll find out soon enough.