A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"But let me make it clear beforehand, if you can't stop him, you'll have to give this ring back to me." Aaron said, taking a piece of parchment from the table and simply writing down a contract, openly writing Severus Snape's name on it, before pushing the parchment in front of Peel.

After hesitating for a moment, Pierre wrote down his name.

"Is this person very strong?"

“He’s stronger than me, but about the same as you.” Aaron said with a straight face, “This guy is in his thirties and his mind isn’t quite right. Just assume he’s lost his mind.”

"Um... could you explain it more clearly?"

Why do you need to find out so much? Would I ever cheat you?

"With so many people watching, if you want this ring, then do this for me."

Pierre glanced at the antique ring in his hand and nodded silently.

"very good."

Hearing this, Pierre was filled with resentment. If the ring hadn't been so attractive to him, he, the auction house owner, wouldn't have done this mercenary work.

Aaron turned to look at the group of wizards, his face beaming with an innocent smile.

But the wizards scoffed at this, some rolling their eyes, some turning their faces away, and some even spitting.

What are you pretending for? You're a real idiot, what a waste of that innocent-looking face.

"Everyone," Aaron said, dumping a bag of coins onto the table.

Wow!

More than a thousand Galleons, hundreds of Silver Sickles, and scattered Bronze Nats exuded an alluring fragrance under the sunlight, deeply attracting their attention.

"Like I said, everyone's in this business to make money." Aaron patted a pile of coins. "If you guys do me a small favor, this money is yours."

"What do you want us to do?" a witch stepped forward and asked, her hair disheveled and her lips still dark purple.

"It's simple, just stop one person for me."

"Hmph!" the one-eyed wizard sneered. "You gave Mr. Peel a precious magical artifact, and all you get here is a mere twenty or thirty Galleons? You're really underestimating us!"

“That’s not how it works,” Aaron shook his head. “There’s always a big difference between the pay for lead actors and extras, isn’t there?”

Of course, you can refuse; the fewer people there are, the more money you get!

However, I would like to kindly remind everyone that apart from the two insightful wizards who sold me the winnings, the rest probably lost money!

Now, an opportunity to get your principal and interest back is right in front of you. If you just watch it slip away, can you respect yourselves?

"Don't embarrass yourself with such a provocation," said a wizard shrouded in a black robe. "We like money, that's true, but we're not so desperate as to be indiscriminate in our spending."

The effort and reward are completely disproportionate; we're not helping you.

Aaron: ......

If I hadn't seen the undisguised greed in your eyes, I might have believed your lies.

“Of course, what this senior said makes a lot of sense.” Aaron nodded in agreement. “If it’s divided equally, each person will only get twenty to thirty Galleons, which is indeed not worthy of your status.”

This was indeed my oversight, and I'm sorry to have offended you all.

After he finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of the group of dark wizards improved considerably.

Although they knew that 'Severus' was talking nonsense, he was polite and spoke eloquently, which raised their status and gave them face.

"So you mean... more money?" the one-eyed wizard asked, somewhat tempted.

“Of course not, this is all I have,” Aaron said frankly. “I understand that you are all unhappy to have Mr. Peel as a comparison.”

But let me say something fair. First of all, Mr. Pierre is a high-ranking mage, while you do not have that level of ability. There are very few mages among you.

Secondly, I don't expect you all to go all out. Just casually throw out one or two spells; exchanging a double-digit number of Galon for two spells isn't a bad deal, is it?

Ah this...

The group looked at each other, feeling that something seemed a little off, but the logic was sound.

With Pierre, a high-ranking mage, drawing the fire, they can get more than twenty Galleons by casting one or two spells without any danger. This is a sure-fire way to make money!

"This is my first time in Knockturn Alley, and I may not know the rules well, which may have offended you in some ways." Aaron coughed and continued, "Here is about 1,300 Galleons. Those who are unwilling to help me can come here to collect the money you just lost, and we will let bygones be bygones."

Those who were willing to give me face and take care of me, a junior, came over and split the remaining money equally.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the wizards present unanimously chose to stay and help, taking turns to distribute the money.

Although Severus had a bad temper, his attitude was still very good. He had given me face, money, and everything else I needed, so helping him with this small favor was no problem.

As Aaron saw the coins dwindling, his smile grew even brighter.

Problems that can be solved with money aren't really problems. These dark wizards seem cooperative, but they're actually full of bad intentions and completely untrustworthy, though he doesn't care.

Although these people aren't very strong, every extra person adds to the strength, and even buying them an extra second is a gain for him.

"Alright, you've achieved your goal. Now tell us who we're supposed to hold back!" Pierre said speechlessly.

He admired Severus, the young wizard who was only ten years old, for he had managed to get a group of dark wizards, including himself, to work for him with just his words and a capital of over a hundred Galleons.

This is not something just anyone can do. Even wizards stronger than him wouldn't dare to do this. Taking out those Galleons in Knockturn Alley is no different from courting death.

Chapter 221 The Support Player Insists on Provoking the Tiger

At that moment, Abe rushed in and stopped abruptly in front of Aaron. "Master, Master, I've run through four streets and seven shops with the steward, but we just can't keep going."

"You've worked hard." Aaron picked it up with a touch of tenderness, then gave everyone a sincere smile. "A well-dressed middle-aged man will come in later. Just look for him walking straight toward me."

“Severus,” Pierre reminded him, “our job is just to stop him for you.”

“Of course, just hold him off for ten minutes. Don’t tell me that all of you can’t stop one person.” Aaron smiled meaningfully. “I believe you won’t let me down.”

Crunch!

The door opened, and Genes frowned subconsciously as he looked at the dozens of wizards in the hall staring at him like he was prey.

However, he didn't care, since this was, after all, a chaotic place.

After scanning the area, he focused his gaze on his young master, completely unaware that the wizards around him had quietly drawn their wands.

Genes smiled and strode towards Aaron.

But after taking only a few steps, Pierre blocked his way. "Excuse me, sir, Severus sent us to stop you."

“Snape?” Genes was a little confused. The young master’s running away from home was a family matter of the Gaius family. Even if Snape was the young master’s teacher, he had no right to interfere.

"Please move aside, since I'm in a good mood."

“I’m sorry, Mr. Genes.” Aaron stood up, a genuine smile on his face. “Mr. Peel has an excellent reputation. He promised to help me stop you, and we signed a contract.”

Genes immediately thought of magical contracts, and a few black lines appeared on his face. "Is it the kind of contract I understand?"

Aaron didn't explain directly, but smiled meaningfully and said, "The terms of the contract are simple: exchange the Demon-Sealing Ring for Mr. Pierre to hold you off for ten minutes."

Genes breathed a sigh of relief; these kinds of contracts were relatively easy to break.

It won't take ten minutes; it can be resolved in a minute.

"Is it him?" Genes looked at Pierre, a hint of disdain on his lips. "Young Master, you don't actually think he can stop me, do you?"

"Master?"

Pierre frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping over him.

“That’s my nickname,” Aaron explained immediately. “People in the underworld give me face.”

"Hmph! You are indeed someone important, but I don't think I've ever heard of you."

“That’s normal. There are plenty of people you haven’t heard of,” Yaren said confidently. “I don’t think I need to explain this much to you!”

Mr. Peel, don't forget our contract. Do what you're supposed to do.

"Mr. Genes, see you in a month." Aaron waved and slowly backed away.

“It won’t take that long, young master.” Genes shook his head helplessly. “I’ll catch you in two minutes at most.”

Upon hearing this, Pierre's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

This was, after all, his own little territory, and as a high-ranking mage, he was somewhat arrogant. It was understandable that he felt uncomfortable being looked down upon by a junior.

“I didn’t intend to do anything to you.” Pierre drew his wand and pointed it at Genes. “But you’ve annoyed me, really annoyed me, so don’t even think about getting away unscathed.”

“Nonsense.” Genes didn’t even take out his wand. He simply glanced at him, and a transparent wave of energy sent Pierre staggering back several steps, causing his monocle to fall to the ground.

"Wait-fuck! Spellcasting without a staff?"

“You do have some knowledge,” Genes said dismissively. “If you know what’s good for you, get out of the way and hand over the ring. I’ll give you one minute.”

"You really think I'm afraid of you?" Pierre said angrily. Wandless spellcasting is just a spellcasting technique and cannot increase one's strength.

In other words, Genes had no reason to be arrogant in front of his senior.

"Sigh!" Genes glanced at his watch. "You have thirty seconds left."

Pierre sneered, raised his wand, and with a light flick, a chair was smashed down.

Genes raised his right hand, and the chair in mid-air turned into a leaf and fell down, but to his surprise, there was a blood-red light behind the chair.

boom!

A transparent barrier appeared in front of Genes, blocking the blood-red light, but he himself took a half step back.

"Are you regretting it?" Pierre increased the output of his magic, and the transparent barrier gradually faded. "It's too late to regret it now."

"idiot."

Genes said calmly, then drew his wand and decisively attacked the moment the barrier turned into countless shards of light.

Click!

The white spell and the crimson light collided in mid-air, but the white spell gained an absolute advantage.

Upon seeing this, Pierre's face turned from red to white; he felt as if he had been deceived.

This person is nowhere near his level! He went all out but was at a complete disadvantage, which means that the opponent was at least a peak Archmage.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Peel looked at the black wizards watching the show with exasperation. "Don't forget, you were all paid too."

A dark wizard raised his wand, and a ball of white light flew toward Genes.

He immediately dodged, avoiding the curse, but this gave Pierre a chance to catch his breath.