A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

In this situation, finding him is like searching for a needle in a haystack; we have absolutely no target.

After hearing this analysis, even Genes felt a headache coming on.

If the young master fled as he guessed, then the distance Abe flew overnight would be their actual search area.

How fast can a dragon fly?

This is a very complex issue, but it is certainly possible to travel over 100 kilometers per hour.

How fast can a dragon that has absolutely no records of flight fly?

This is a matter of opinion, and depends on... imagination.

Even at hundreds of kilometers per hour, and considering the worst-case scenario, if Abbe flies from nightfall to sunrise the next day, that's over a thousand kilometers, and it's not impossible for him to fly out of the country.

The Gaius family doesn't have the ability to get a country to help find someone in such a short time, unless they contact the media, offer a high reward, and use their influence.

But as soon as the idea popped into his head, Genes banished it from his mind.

Family scandals shouldn't be aired in public. If everyone knew, where would they put their faces? The head of the family and the old head of the family might even put down their work and come back to scold him.

"Are we just going to admit defeat like this?" Genes said indignantly. "What a disgrace! I can already imagine the young master waiting for me at the station with a victorious look on his face in two days."

Our generation of guardians will, like the generation over three hundred years ago, become fodder for gossip among future generations.

“Lord Genes, I think…” Anna hesitated for a moment, then stopped herself from speaking.

"Number Six, speak your mind. The situation isn't much worse now," Genes said calmly, but a sliver of hope lingered in his heart.

Anna is the most observant among them, so she might discover some loopholes.

“I don’t think the young master would run that far,” Anna said, offering her guess. “The young master is more mature than most people his age, but he’s still just a twelve-year-old child.”

"Hmm?" Genes' eyes lit up, as if he had grasped something important. "Go on."

"Yes!

An adult wouldn't go too far if they ran away from home, let alone a twelve-year-old child. Moreover, the young master left a note, clearly treating this runaway as a game.

He didn't care about winning or losing; he just wanted to have fun and enjoy himself in the last few days before school started.

So I don't think he'll go too far, and he'll probably find a reasonably priced hotel to stay in once he feels safe.

“This…” Dika paused for a moment, “It’s not impossible. That means the young master did break through our blockade, but he’s not too far from the blockade line, or even nearby.”

“That’s what I mean,” Anna said, “but it’s just a guess.”

“A guess that’s very close to the truth.” Genes stood up and gave Anna an approving look. “Your bonus this month will be doubled.”

"This..." Anna was flattered, "Isn't this inappropriate! The young master hasn't been found yet!"

"This is what you deserve. I have a feeling your guess is absolutely right."

Besides, you're much more reliable than those two guys who lost track of the young master. Your bonus was deducted from their wages, so don't feel guilty.

Number One and Number Two exchanged a glance, both seeing the bitterness in each other's eyes.

They were just unlucky; an unfortunate event that wouldn't happen for centuries happened to befall them.

"Now that we have a direction, let's get moving!" Genes ordered. "Focus our search on hotels more than 100 kilometers away."

"But what if we don't have it?" Modo poured cold water on the idea. "Besides, the area is huge, and we only have less than two days left."

Genes glared at Number Three, who spoke so bluntly. Didn't he know that possibility?

Knowing is one thing, but saying it aloud would undermine morale.

"Ahem! You guys go ahead and look for it. I'll make specific arrangements later," Genes said calmly, then turned his gaze to Number Six. "Anna, you stay behind."

"Yes!"

Two minutes later, the other five people left the shop, and Genes finally lost his composure.

"Anna, your analysis just now was very insightful."

But based on my understanding of the young master, the chances of him being at the inn are very slim, perhaps no more than 30%.

"Is it really that bad?" Anna frowned.

“Absolutely. I know the young master, but he also knows me,” Genes said with a wry smile. “He definitely knows we’re looking for him, and he’s learned so much this holiday that it wouldn’t be hard for him to figure out the scope of our search.”

"If the young master hadn't been so cautious, perhaps we would still have a chance, but if he had been even more careful, we might not have found him."

“Um… Lord Genes, I think you don’t need to think so much.” Anna chuckled. “It’s broad daylight now! Even if the young master has a flying device, he won’t have a chance to use it. We can finish the investigation before dark.”

Genes breathed a sigh of relief, but then a shadow fell over his face as he thought of what Mordo had just said. "But what if we can't find any clues either?"

"That can't be! Where else could he stay besides a hotel?"

That's a hundred kilometers away, who would take him in?

As soon as she finished speaking, Anna and Genes seemed to realize something at the same time.

The two exchanged a glance, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Anna produced a map from somewhere, while Genes pulled out a small notebook, his eyes quickly scanning the names and addresses on it.

A few minutes later, Genes closed his notebook, his eyes gleaming as he stared intently at Wiltshire on the map. "Found it, this is definitely the place."

Chapter 128 Happy times are always fleeting

“Malfoy Manor.” Genes pointed to Wiltshire on the map and said with great certainty, “This is the place the young master is most likely to go.”

"sure?"

"I am at least 90% confident."

At Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and the young master had the best relationship, and both were from Slytherin House.

When he brought the young master home, he had met Lucius Malfoy once, so it wouldn't seem out of place to visit his house.

Furthermore, Malfoy Manor is exactly a little over a hundred kilometers from where the young master was last seen. Given the flying devices he possesses, it should only take him an hour to reach, making it undoubtedly the best place for him to land.

“Hmm!” Anna nodded thoughtfully. “Since you’ve decided, boss, let’s not delay and set off now.”

“No.” Genes calmly refused Anna’s request to accompany him. “You have to stay here and keep watch. It’s not time for you people to meet him yet.”

The others continued their thorough search, just in case I was wrong, there would still be a chance to fill in any gaps.

After saying that, Genes went into the back room and quickly tidied his appearance.

After all, he has already won more than half of the game and is the predetermined winner, so he can't be too embarrassed; that's how he can show his composure.

A dozen minutes later, Genes changed into a clean and tidy suit, and the bloodshot eyes that had appeared due to his agitation disappeared. He even tidied his hair.

Compared to before, her overall demeanor has improved significantly.

“Lord Genes,” Anna’s eye twitched slightly, “aren’t you being a bit too deliberate? I’ve never seen you this formal at a ball before.”

"What do you know?" Genes tied his tie in front of the mirror and smiled meaningfully, "If I had gone there looking disheveled, then young master would have been defeated but still honorable."

But if I go in looking neat and tidy, then the young master will think we didn't take his running away from home seriously, and we can effectively stop this bad trend."

“Are you sure? I think it’s better to think about it carefully.” Anna rolled her eyes. “Based on what I know about the young master, he might take this as a provocation and might escalate the situation later.”

Upon hearing this, Genes' hands trembled slightly, and he accidentally tied a knot around his neck.

Indeed, Aaron was someone he had watched grow up. Although he seemed indifferent to everything, he actually had a stronger sense of self-respect than anyone else.

If he had gone in with an air of superiority, the young master might have taken it as a silent boast.

If a twelve-year-old goes through a rebellious phase and causes any more trouble, his head will probably explode.

After a few seconds of silence, Genes sighed, loosened his tie, and changed into his usual clothes.

"I should be fine getting across like this, right?"

Anna looked at it carefully, pondered for a moment, and then nodded solemnly.

"Do you need me to prepare a flying vehicle? Or a means of transportation?"

“Let’s stick with flying!” Genes said with a smile. “To be honest, I can’t wait to see the young master’s expression when he sees me.”

Anna walked out of the shop, and a few minutes later, she had a brand new magic broom in her hand.

"Isn't this... a bit too new?"

"I just bought it, remember to reimburse me."

Genes was speechless at the mischievous smile on Anna's face. Normally, he would have given this twenty-something witch a good talking to.

Having plenty of money is no excuse for spending it recklessly. You already have one at home, but you still insist on buying a new one.

But finding the young master was the priority, so he couldn't bother disciplining his men. He gave Anna a wry smile, grabbed the Nimbus 2000, and quickly left the shop.

Once outside Diagon Alley, Genes cast an illusion spell on himself, mounted his magical broom, and soared into the sky.

......

Meanwhile, at Malfoy Estate.

Aaron sat on the magic carpet, watching with interest as Draco darted between the Quake and the Blink Dagger below. Beside him were two empty lunchboxes and a resentful-looking Holy Dragon.

Unlike yesterday, Aaron's training today was more rigorous and more fun.

He no longer launched a relentless attack, nor did he strike precisely every five minutes. Instead, he used the Blink Ball to strike precisely when Draco was about to catch the Golden Snitch.

However, just as Aaron picked up the bat, ready to let Draco experience the feeling of victory slipping through his fingers again, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his expression became unnatural.

"I caught it!" Draco shouted excitedly, the Golden Snitch in his hand gleaming golden in the sunlight.

Just a dozen seconds later, Draco awkwardly realized that he seemed to be the only one cheering. Turning his head, he saw Aaron standing on the magic carpet, lost in thought.

"Aaron, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Aaron said with a forced smile, realizing what was going on. "Congratulations, you passed today."

"Stop joking."

Although I'm not as good as you, I can still tell whether someone's holding back or not. You clearly had a chance to stop me just now.

“Everyone makes mistakes in a game, including your opponent,” Aaron said as he lowered the magic carpet. “Training is officially over. I hope you can become an excellent seeker.”

Draco frowned. What he said seemed reasonable, but something just felt off.

Aaron walked into the hall and gave Abe a wink. Abe's expression turned serious, and he immediately ran towards the stairs.