A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"What are you standing there for? Let's all attack!"

Without further hesitation, the group of dark wizards brandished their wands.

Soon, Genes was engulfed in a dazzling array of colors.

The dark wizards seemed to be having too much fun, so they decisively abandoned their original plan to cast two spells and then retreat, and unleashed their magic without any hesitation.

This group of people doesn't follow any rules, doesn't care about the consequences, and doesn't care whether the person lives or dies.

The scene was quite grand; the tables, chairs, and benches in the auction hall were reduced to rubble, half of the floor was torn up, and even the ceiling was covered in dust.

Rumble!

The loud noise affected several nearby shops, and many curious people came to watch.

Aaron, who had just walked a few dozen meters away, turned back and glanced at the slightly trembling auction house, his lips twitching involuntarily.

He had no liking for these greedy guys. They dared to lay a hand on him, an innocent child, which showed they were no good people. But at this moment, he still silently mourned for them for a second.

According to his original plan, Peel was the main force, and the remaining dark wizards would only play a supporting role.

Once he takes action, he becomes a participant. Even if Genes doesn't know what's going on, he will be forced to fight back. But given his temperament, he probably won't go all out. He'll probably be bedridden for ten days or half a month.

But if these dark wizards go too far and think that Genes is easy to bully, then they are courting death. They cannot afford to bear the wrath of a Grand Magus.

About a minute later, the group of dark wizards gradually stopped what they were doing and looked curiously at the indistinct billowing smoke in the center.

Pierre wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. In his view, the transaction was over. Even a peak-level mage would be doomed under such a concentrated attack.

He didn't care about the mess his own place was in; he would just use a repair spell to fix it up afterwards.

Furthermore, once he sells that ring, he can completely renovate this place to be even more luxurious, and it's not impossible for him to retire early and enjoy life.

“Pierre, leave the body collection to me!” said a middle-aged wizard who was somewhat hunchbacked.

"What are you thinking? You wouldn't even let the dead's money go to waste," the one-eyed wizard mocked.

"It's not just the dead man's money, but also his magic wand, and the remaining pieces of the corpse can also be sold for some money."

......

Click!Click!

The sound of the mirror shattering was particularly clear in the noisy auction hall.

The group of dark wizards, who were originally discussing how to profit from the dead, all looked toward the center of the smoke and dust, where a figure stood motionless.

"He...is still alive?" the hunchbacked middle-aged wizard asked incredulously.

"Impossible, he must be dead."

No one could survive such a dense array of spells, not even the mysterious man. Someone suppressed their fear, as if trying to convince others, or perhaps themselves.

“Well said,” Genes said casually, then waved his arm.

The dust in the arena condensed into a vortex in mid-air. After a while, everyone's vision gradually cleared, but the man in the center who was completely unharmed and whose clothes were not even wrinkled made them so nervous that they didn't dare to breathe.

"Voldemort certainly couldn't withstand such a dense attack, but it also depends on the skill level of the attackers."

Given your skill level, there are only a few archmages, and the quality of mages varies greatly, including two mediocre magicians.

"A bunch of rabble, they can't even beat Voldemort's Death Eaters, yet they dare to attack me."

Upon hearing the word 'Voldemort,' all the dark wizards, including Peel, shuddered, especially the latter part of the sentence, which made them truly feel Genes' contempt for them.

He would never have this attitude if he didn't have absolute confidence in his own abilities.

Some people realized they had kicked a titanium alloy steel plate and tried to escape, but as soon as they turned around, their legs felt like they were stuck in mud and couldn't get out.

Don't rush off!

Actually, I haven't fought anyone in almost ten years, but since you've all started this, I can't just pretend to let it go." Genes raised his wand, a gentle smile on his face, but to everyone else it was incredibly cold, even more frightening than the name 'Voldemort'.

"Sir, this is all a misunderstanding," someone said sheepishly. "That damned young master made us do it. If you want to find him, go find him!"

"How dare you disrespect my young master?" Genes glared at him fiercely, flicked his wand, and the dark wizard flew straight towards the ceiling, beginning his free fall.

boom!

Blood splattered, and the dark wizard shuddered in pain, looking at Genes with tears in his eyes, "It was indeed him who made us do this."

"Impossible. I know him well. At most, he'll ask you to help buy time; he won't let you keep attacking."

"I, I..." the dark wizard stammered, unable to utter a single word.

"Hmph!" Genes snorted coldly, his gaze lingering on Pierre for a moment before turning to the group of dark wizards. "You should all understand that wrongdoing must have consequences!"

The group looked at each other, understanding the logic, but sitting idly by and waiting to die was absolutely out of the question.

But before they could react, Genes' wand pointed to the ground.

In an instant, cracks appeared all over the ground, spreading rapidly in all directions, and the small auction house shook violently.

The walls and ceiling collapsed, and the rubble, deliberately guided by Genes, smashed the heads of the dark wizards, leaving them bleeding profusely. Several unlucky ones were even buried alive.

Chapter 222 Once you're out of the wolf's den, you're in the tiger's mouth.

Pierre didn't care about those who had fainted or were lying on the ground groaning helplessly, but seeing his place turned into ruins, his heart ached terribly.

The repair spell wasn't omnipotent; restoring it to its original state after being destroyed like this would require a lot of effort. However, he dared not show the slightest hint of complaint and instead wisely took out the Demon-Sealing Ring.

Having witnessed everything that had just happened, he realized that this person was probably not just a peak-level Archmage, but a genuine Grand Archmage, someone he couldn't afford to offend.

"At least you know how to read the situation." Genes found a chair and sat down. "Do you know why you're treated differently from them?"

"Because I never intended to kill them," Pierre said firmly. He was also extremely grateful that he hadn't shown any killing intent when he fought Genes, otherwise his fate would probably have been even worse than theirs, since he was the only one among them who could pose a threat to the Archmage.

“I like talking to smart people, because things are much easier,” Genes chuckled. “So… Mr. Peel, you know what to do next!”

Pierre nodded. "Let's handle the aftermath!"

Essentially, he is also a dark wizard. Unlike Muggles, he doesn't need to follow so many rules when doing things. He can just cast a forgetting spell, which is convenient and quick.

"Sir, is he really...your young master?"

“Obviously.” Genes sighed somewhat dejectedly. “He’s going through a rebellious phase; this is the second time he’s run away from home.”

Pierre's lips twitched as images of Severus entering the auction house flashed through his mind, and he felt an urge to curse, his face turning particularly ugly.

"Mr. Peel, are you feeling unwell?"

“Sir, I may know about Master Severus’s plans.”

"Severus... young master?"

"I see!" Genes' lips curled into a smile. He had thought Snape was meddling, but now it seemed that the young master had unkindly borrowed his teacher's name.

Upon seeing this, a bitter expression appeared on Pierre's face, clearly realizing that the other party was not using their real name.

But he dared not mention it, much less ask about it; a family that could command a Grand Magister was not one he could casually inquire about.

Genes skillfully pulled out his notebook and a pen, eagerly preparing to take notes. "Tell me about it."

"Yes!" Pierre said respectfully. "Young Master, have the traffickers lead him here, and then find a way to attract our attention."

I set up a wager to have a fair duel between the young master and Mochira, that damned human trafficker.

He succeeded, and incidentally won money from almost everyone here.

Logically speaking, a child with so much money shouldn't be able to leave Knockturn Alley, but he made a deal with me using the Demon-Sealing Ring, asking me to protect him and, incidentally, stop you.

“But you failed,” Genes said with amusement. “Some things are not for you to covet.”

“That was exactly what he planned. He knew I would fail, knew I couldn’t possibly get this magical item, so he gave it to me very readily,” Pierre said with a wry smile. “After that, he took out all the money he had to win people’s hearts and tie dozens of wizards to his chariot… and then you appeared.”

“Young Master has grown up!” Genes said with some relief. “The head of the family and his wife would feel a little more at ease knowing this.”

"Um... sir, young master 'Severus' has only been gone a few minutes, you see..."

"What? You want to kick me out?" Genes asked with a half-smile.

“No, no, no, I wouldn’t dare, I absolutely didn’t mean that,” Peel said immediately. “I mean, it might still be too late to chase after them now.”

"You don't need to worry about it. One accident is enough. There will never be a second one."

"Just focus on handling the matter at hand. Once you're done, I'll cast a forgetfulness spell on you and then leave."

Peel: ......

"But the commotion just now was too loud; I'm sure many people have noticed it."

“Someone will handle this. After all, this is an indoor duel, and no one will see it,” Genes said, then rolled up his sleeves and tapped the area lightly with his wand.

The Gaius emblem on his arm shimmered slightly before disappearing beneath his skin.

......

The two guards who had been secretly following Aaron, Number Three, Modo, and Number Four, felt the warmth coming from his arm and immediately understood Genes's order.

Protect the young master, try to persuade him to go home in a secluded place, and if that doesn't work, tie him up and bring him back.

The two looked at each other, both seeing excitement and frustration in each other's eyes.

He was excited because he could finally get revenge, but frustrated because this job was difficult; if he got rough with the young master, he would inevitably make a fuss about it in his little notebook.

They strongly suspected that Genes had deliberately assigned this task to them; otherwise, with his power as a Grand Magus, capturing a mage would have been a piece of cake.

"Let's do it!" Modo's eyes hardened. "As the saying goes, rank matters. We're just following orders."

"This is the only way. I hope the young master won't make things difficult for us!"

Aaron, carrying Abe, returned to Diagon Alley via the same route and walked skillfully to the Leaky Cauldron.

"What a rare guest! Aaron, would you like something to drink?" Tom asked as he wiped the glass.

"Vodka, I did something big today, I need to drink something strong to calm my nerves."

"As for the money... I just ran out, but someone will pay for it." Aaron said casually, his gaze inadvertently glancing at the shadows where the two guardians were: Your young master is out of money, you know what to do, right?

"They really know how to play!" Modo said speechlessly. "But it's quite an achievement that they were able to find us."

"After all, we've been protecting him for quite some time now, and with his strength significantly improved, it's quite normal for him to be able to sense us familiar faces."

"But it's a bit...unreasonable" Dika shook his head with a wry smile. "We were clearly in charge of bringing him back, so we should be the ones in control. I never expected we'd have to foot the bill for his expenses. We'll just have to go back to the boss for reimbursement."

Forget it!