A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"We're not so poor that we can't even afford a drink, let alone our own young master." As he spoke, Mordo took a Galleon from his pocket and quietly placed it on Sam's counter.

Tom, who had just poured Aaron his drink, saw the gleaming golden Galleon and immediately smiled as he put it away. "Gaius, do you need anything else?"

“Um…” Aaron thought for a moment, then picked up two empty glasses from the table. “Then let’s pour two more glasses! I might not be the only one with important business to attend to today.”

Modo and Dika exchanged a smile. The young master is still quite considerate!

Although they were prepared, alcohol emboldens the timid, so having a drink before taking action is a good idea.

After finishing his drink, Aaron swaggered out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the world of Muggles.

Tom was about to put away the wine glass when he noticed that the other two glasses were already empty, which also puzzled him.

Aaron led Abe around the bustling streets and stopped at an abandoned construction site.

"You two are really persistent!"

"You've been following me for so long, it's time you came out and stretched!" Aaron looked at the two shadows in the open space, his mind on high alert.

This is the second hurdle to overcome when fleeing, and it is also the most difficult one.

If you get through it, the sea is wide enough for fish to leap and the sky is high enough for birds to fly; if you don't get through it, all your previous efforts will be in vain, and you'll have to go home and accept your fate.

Although these two guards were weaker than Genes, Aaron was not confident of winning even in a one-on-one fight. Moreover, they remained hidden and would not easily reveal themselves unless he encountered danger, making them much more difficult to deal with than the butler who was openly responsible for taking care of him.

A few seconds later, two figures emerged from the shadows.

"Would you like to introduce yourselves?" Aaron looked at the two men in their twenties in front of him, appearing particularly excited. "This is the first time I've ever met you two in my entire life."

"Modo, 23 years old, high-ranking mage."

“Dika, 24 years old, high-level mage, slightly stronger than Modo.”

"That's really concise."

Aaron found a cement cylinder and sat on it, trying to make himself as high up as possible to show off his authority as the young master.

“I believe you understand my purpose, and I am certain that the butler gave you some kind of order, otherwise you would not have come out to see me.”

“Young master, you are wise,” Dika said. “We are only here to persuade you to go home.”

“I will go back, but not now,” Aaron explained. “I need some time to process some things, so… please go back!”

"Young master, please don't make things difficult for us. After all, Lord Genes is our superior."

"I'm still his young master!" Aaron curled his lip. "I'm also your young master, so can't you give me some face?"

The two exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison.

"Stubborn as a mule!" Aaron shook his head, rubbing his forehead. "Then I, as your young master, will order you to go back. Is that alright?"

“No.” Modo said directly, “The six of us only obey the orders of the head of the family and the steward. Young master, you can’t order us around for the time being.”

"Gentlemen, leave some room for maneuver!"

Are you sure you want to offend me? What good will it do you?

"There's no benefit, but we can still distinguish between dying early and dying late."

"Great!" Aaron gritted his teeth. "If I don't go back, are you two going to drag me back?"

"We wouldn't dare. At most, we'll respectfully invite you back, young master."

Aaron: ......

That word "please" was used brilliantly!

But if you pull out the wand, then the word "please" is in quotation marks.

"Sigh! It seems we can't reach an agreement." Aaron jumped off the cement cylinder with some regret, then solemnly bowed to the two of them.

The sudden action surprised and flattered Modo and Dika, who even instinctively tried to stop it, their hands holding the wands trembling slightly.

Aaron raised his head, looked directly into their eyes, and smiled, "Although it can be unpleasant over time, I am still very grateful for your protection over the years."

"Young master, you're too kind," Modo said with emotion. "It's our duty, and we already made a mistake last year."

“We won’t allow that to happen again, so we have to get you back today no matter what.” Deka’s eyes were firm. “If you want to punish us, you can talk to Boss Genes when we get back.”

Aaron looked at the two of them with some complicated feelings, and took out his wand. "I knew this day would come two years ago, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Chapter 223 The Shock Brought by Phantom Teleportation

Dika and Modo exchanged a glance, and simultaneously released the Sleeping Curse and the Petrifying Curse without any pause.

The dazzling white light rained down, sealing off all of Aaron's escape routes.

They controlled the power as much as possible; the two spells wouldn't be very offensive, but their effectiveness wasn't diminished at all, making them perfect for use on Aaron.

"You guys are really rude!"

Aaron looked at the dense rain of light flying towards him, twisted his neck, and decisively cast an Iron Armor Spell on himself.

boom! boom! boom!

The transparent barrier blocked several spells, but Aaron was still forced to retreat. Unless he withdrew his mental body, he, as a mid-level mage, would have no chance against two battle-hardened high-level mages.

"Enough!" Aaron roared. "This is never going to end!"

Modo and Dika simultaneously stopped casting their spells. "Please come back with us, young master."

"This isn't about whether we go back or not; it's about the fact that you didn't even use your full strength. Are you looking down on me?"

“Absolutely not,” Dika said seriously. “We were just looking out for the young master’s safety.”

Using all your strength? Are you kidding me?

If we hurt you, Genes will give us a good beating when he gets back.

Aaron snorted coldly, "How about this! I recently learned a new spell. If you can stop it, I'll go back with you. If you can't, then don't block my way."

"No."

"I'm sorry to have to obey."

Both expressed their stance, and their refusal was very clear.

They knew very well that their young master was no pushover, and since they now held the initiative, there was no need to take any risks.

"You guys..." Aaron laughed in anger, "Then I'll compromise. If you can't hold them off, give me five minutes to run away. Is that alright?"

The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Half a minute."

“Okay, half a minute it is,” Aaron said immediately, afraid that the two would change their minds.

He took a deep breath, pointed his wand at the two of them, and struck a pose of readiness, but what he was really thinking about was where he was going.

Swish!

A distorted space of gray and white flashed by, and Aaron's figure disappeared from their sight in an instant.

The two blinked blankly, feeling as if millions of alpacas were stampeding through their minds, and it took them a long time to react.

"Damn it!" Dika stomped his foot angrily. "That's too mean."

"Phantom teleportation, that's going too far!" Modo's expression was also not good. "When did he learn that?"

They anticipated that the young master would use various methods to unleash his ultimate move, but they never expected him to simply use teleportation magic to escape. Is this something a thirteen-year-old wizard should be able to do?

"What should we do?" Dika asked.

"What can we do? Report it!" Modo said dejectedly. "It's not our fault. If we had known that the young master knew this kind of magic, I would have set up a prohibition spell in advance."

......

puff!

While enjoying hot chocolate at the auction, Genes suddenly sensed something and spat out a mouthful of black liquid.

"I'm sorry, sir." Pierre bowed timidly. "Did I burn you? I'll make you a fresh cup right away."

“No need.” Genes waved his hand. “I’m going out for a bit, but I’ll be back soon.”

You'd better not be lazy, or you'll face the consequences.

“Understood, understood,” Pierre said immediately, and when he looked up, Genes had already disappeared from the spot.

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at the dozens of wizards waiting for him to cast the Oblivion Curse in the auction house, he felt a sense of frustration.

He had never felt so wronged in all these decades.

But he wouldn't dare complain; even if they had the guts, they wouldn't dare provoke a Grand Magister.

But a punching bag was still necessary. After thinking for a while, Pierre quickly walked up to Mochira and began punching and kicking him without hesitation.

It's all that old witch's fault. She has no sense at all. Why did you tie him up for no reason?

Half a minute later, Mochira opened her eyes with difficulty, and immediately felt intense pain.

Recalling the moments before she lost consciousness, she gritted her teeth, "You little beast, don't fall into my hands, or I'll make you wish you were dead."

"woke up?"

Pierre looked at her with a sneer, stepped on her face, and pinched it hard a few times.

"Ah!" Mochira screamed in pain. "Pierre, what are you doing?"

“Can’t you see how obvious it is? I want to kill you!” Pierre said coldly, then turned her head so she could see the auction house that had been destroyed beyond recognition. “Look, this is all thanks to you.”

"What does this have to do with me?" Mochira said with some difficulty.

The auction house reduced to ruins was indeed visually striking, but it was nothing to a wizard; even a mage like her could destroy a building in a while.

But the dozens of wizards lying motionless on the ground or groaning while clutching their wounds terrified her.

At least half of these people are better than her, but their situation seems to be only slightly better than hers.

“It’s a huge deal.” Pierre vented his frustration. “Do you know how powerful that kid is?”

His butler was a Grand Magus, a rare and exceptional individual, who single-handedly defeated us all.

Heh, you not only courted disaster yourself, but you also cleverly dragged us all down with you.

Upon hearing this, Mochira stared blankly, and it took him a while to accept this absurd fact.

"Damn it... that kid is definitely sick, and it's a serious illness." Mochira said angrily, on the verge of tears, "If you have the means to enjoy life, why do you have to come and torment me?"