A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

This is the little master's order, and the reason is irrefutable. I can't even help you now.

After hesitating for a while, Dika reluctantly took out a compass from his pocket and kept reassuring himself: It's okay, it's okay.

We've found the young master, so this thing has fulfilled its mission.

Besides, the young master will definitely ask about it when we get back, so letting him know an hour or two in advance won't hurt.

"Bring it to you."

Aaron decisively took the compass and examined it curiously.

Its construction is almost identical to that of an ordinary compass; in fact, it could be said to be a modified version of an ordinary compass.

However, it was covered with various hidden spells, and its complexity was no less than that of an ultimate magic circle. At its core was a magic crystal, and the center of the crystal seemed to have been completely hollowed out, with a drop of crystal-clear liquid sealed inside.

Chapter 225: Dragging things out is a disrespect for intelligence.

“It seems this magic crystal is the key.” Aaron tapped the crystal ball in the center, then stroked his chin. “You didn’t have this equipment last year, so it seems it was just made.”

"I suspect this was Genes's doing?"

Both Modo and Dika remained silent, but at this point, silence was tantamount to acquiescence.

"Ha!" Aaron sneered. "It seems the butler has learned his lesson and actually made a magical item for me."

“It turns out it was quite necessary,” Dika chuckled. “We used it right away.”

"This was my oversight, but I won't make the same mistake twice," Aaron said confidently. "The solution is simple."

One is that it must be powerful enough. A powerful wizard will have the corresponding sensitivity and may even be able to destroy the magical item from a great distance.

Of course, that's still a long way off for me.

Another thing is concealing one's own existence, which isn't difficult for me.

Aaron looked at the two silent people and suddenly had an idea, "Why don't I try it out first?"

“There’s no need for that,” Mordo said immediately, but quickly realized he had gotten too excited. Just as he was about to explain, he saw the playful look on Aaron’s face, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Is this thing fake?"

“It’s absolutely true,” Dika interjected. “I’ll stake my happiness for the rest of my life on it.”

"Hiss! That price is a bit too high, but it just makes things worse."

Aaron ignored the two guards' embarrassed and ugly expressions and gently placed the compass on the table.

He walked around the table, but to his surprise, the pointer didn't move at all.

"What's going on? Is it broken?" Aaron frowned, picked up the compass, and changed its direction.

The pointer moved, but it didn't point to him; instead, it pointed to Abe, who was wolfing down his food.

"This, this, this..."

Aaron stared in astonishment, glancing at Abe, then at the compass, and finally, almost unconsciously, his gaze fell on the magic crystal, or more precisely, on the drop of liquid inside it. As if he had figured something out, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"No wonder you didn't want me to test it. If I had been careless, this thing might have been usable again. That's what you were thinking, wasn't it!"

The two looked at each other and nodded with difficulty.

They sincerely hoped that this thing wouldn't be used a second time, but they were just afraid of the worst-case scenario. Who knew if the young master would run away a third time!

"Who do you think you are?" Aaron rolled his eyes, then placed the compass on the table. "You little ingrate, stop eating now and take a look at this."

Abbe paused for a moment, looked at the compass placed in front of him, and sniffed it lightly.

"This smell is a bit strong!" Abe pondered for a moment with a sullen face, then an incredulous embarrassment appeared on his face. "Could it be my saliva?"

"Okay! It's confirmed."

Aaron hadn't expected Genes to be so shrewd, but he could understand.

Setting up a tracker to monitor one's own young master, no matter how good the intention, is still somewhat presumptuous for someone in his position as a butler.

But getting a pet tracker doesn't seem so serious, since he's the one in charge of Abe's weight loss at home, and knowing its exact location is essential.

He and Abe are practically inseparable, and if he were to run away from home, this pet tracker would be able to accurately locate them.

"Goodness, I've really learned something this time." Aaron couldn't help but exclaim. "Genes is really good at this. He truly deserves to be my father's most trusted butler."

Not only did they create a powerful tool to track me, but they also perfectly distanced themselves from it, making it impossible to find fault with them.

Upon hearing this, Abe seemed to understand something and squatted down on the dining table, looking aggrieved.

"I'm sorry, I've been a burden to my master."

"Sigh!" Aaron patted its head and comforted it, "It's nothing serious. It just means you're too naive and easily fooled."

The probability of me running away from home again is extremely low, but he still did this, which shows he was very responsible and thoughtful.

Abe forced back her tears. "I knew it! The butler had been so nice to me lately. He was just lying to me."

Aaron glanced at the drop of ambergris in the compass, and his eye twitched slightly.

You've misunderstood. He's genuinely good to you; otherwise, getting a single drop of your saliva would be incredibly easy for him.

"Dica, Modo."

"exist!"

The two of them instinctively sat up straight; they were still aware of the hierarchy.

"Don't be so nervous, I just have some questions I'd like to ask you."

My understanding of Genes has been limited to the last decade; I want to know what kind of person he was before that.

Just as Dika was about to speak, Modo gave him a look, and he swallowed his words back in frustration.

"us..."

"A contract was signed." ×3.

Aaron seemed to have expected this, calmly looking at the two somewhat astonished people, "Are you surprised?"

The two words I heard most often during this holiday were 'contract' and 'contract'. I heard them at least eighty or a hundred times.

One by one, this is the same excuse they use when they don't want to answer. Can't we come up with something a little more original?

Dika hesitated, then unconsciously shrank back.

Modo also looked down at the floor, so embarrassed that he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of his feet.

“Look me in the eye, you two.” Aaron curled his lip and said disdainfully, “It’s no secret. If I ask Genes, he’ll definitely tell me, but this feels a little abrupt.”

“The boss… is a considerate person to his subordinates,” Dika said. “We were all trained by him. Once, when I was injured, he personally bandaged me up.”

Modo couldn't help but turn his face away, but you could tell from his slightly trembling shoulders that he was struggling to suppress his laughter.

Aaron noticed this. "Do you have anything to add?"

"No, he's right. The boss really takes good care of us."

"Hmm? I hope you tell the truth, because I might go to Genes to verify things when I'm bored."

"Actually, yes, it's true!" Modo pursed his lips. "The boss did bandage him up, but he was seriously injured by the boss that time."

puff!

Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "Is there more?"

"The boss is very strong."

The six of us combined couldn't beat him, but that was a few years ago. Now...

“We probably still can’t beat them,” Dika interjected. Modo paused for a moment, but didn’t deny it.

"I know that. Tell me something useful."

"reliable."

The two said in unison.

"If we consider the seven of us as a team, then Lord Genes is undoubtedly the soul of the team."

He was our most respected teacher and our best friend.

"Uh..." Aaron blinked, looking at the two speechlessly, "It's the same as saying nothing at all."

“Young Master, this is not our fault.” Modo said with a troubled expression, “We haven’t read many books and don’t know how to describe it.”

“That’s right,” Dika nodded in agreement.

"Impressive." Aaron patted his forehead. "If you don't want to say it, just say it. Why beat around the bush like this?"

"Young Master, have you finished eating?" Modo changed the subject. "If you have, please come back with us!"

"I..." Aaron blushed, looking at the delicious food that was still more than half left. "Why don't you help share some of it? It's never good to waste food!"

“That means we’re full,” Dika said with a smile, then exchanged a glance with Modo, and the two of them stood up from their seats in unison.

"Hey! What's going on?"

"At least be mindful of the situation. There are so many Muggles here; it wouldn't be appropriate to start a fight!"

"No need for that complicated process, we can just use Phantom Teleportation."

"Of course not here, but we can go further away. Before that, we need to make sure you're within our sight." Dika said, gently grabbing Aaron's arm.

Modo then walked up to Abe and said, "I know you're very intelligent, so please cooperate. Otherwise, not only will Genes be angry, but the head of the family and his wife will also be unhappy."

Abe, who had originally intended to struggle a bit, gave her owner a helpless look and crawled into the light purple backpack.

Aaron: .....

Damn it! Did you have to give in so quickly?

"Wait, there's something else I haven't done."

“We can’t wait, young master, you’re too smart.” Modo shrugged. “The longer this kind of thing drags on, the greater the risk.”

Delaying any longer would be disrespectful to our intelligence, so... sorry.

"I haven't paid yet!" Aaron said with a look of indignation. "I'm the sole heir of the Gaius family, you don't want me to be stigmatized for dining and dashing, do you!"

Upon hearing this, the two looked at the dazzling array of food on the table and couldn't help but smack their lips.