A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"hehe!"

"I'm not a bad person, and I won't hurt you, really."

"Tch!" Aaron curled his lip in disdain. "It's written in our family motto that bad people never admit they're bad."

Hearing this, Caspian almost laughed in anger. "What do you want in return for letting me go?"

"If your answer satisfies me," Aaron said calmly, "Where is this place?"

"The forest!"

Snapped!

The cold blade gently patted Caspian's cheek. "Big brother, do you think I'm easy to fool because I'm young?"

"It's not like I haven't read any books, please don't try to brush me off like that."

Feeling the cold touch on his face, Caspian swallowed hard. "I don't know where this is. The forest has been a restricted area for a long time. This is the first time I've ever been here."

"I'm very dissatisfied with this answer." Aaron shook his head helplessly, then slowly stood up, raised his longsword, and made a move to strike.

A cold light flashed down, and Caspian's face instantly turned pale. He hurriedly said, "I know where I am."

“That’s right, a wise man submits to circumstances!” Aaron sheathed his sword and then gestured for him to continue.

"Will you let me go if I tell you what I'm about to say?" Caspian said tremblingly.

Aaron's sword-wielding aura had truly frightened him; he had never felt such power before in his life, and even the kingdom's general and his uncle couldn't compare.

Do you think you have the right to negotiate with me?

“I only have this one life left,” Caspian said dismissively. “If you don’t agree, you might as well just kill me.”

"Hahaha..." Aaron couldn't help but laugh, then gave Caspian a thumbs up. "I love your rebellious attitude. I hope you can still be this arrogant later."

Caspian's heart skipped a beat. Was he going to be subjected to torture to extract a confession?

Why am I so unlucky? I've just escaped one danger only to fall into another. Who the hell is this brat?

Aaron had no idea what Caspian was thinking. He poured a glass of cold water from the kettle, then lifted a sheet next to Caspian and splashed it on him.

Pfft! Cough cough!

The dwarf instantly came to his senses, and the next moment he clearly understood his predicament.

He remained calm, looking directly at Aaron and saying, "You're the one who knocked me out."

“You and he are both tied up, and there’s no fourth person here.” Aaron smiled shyly. “If nothing unexpected happens, it’ll be me.”

"Despicable! They actually launched a sneak attack! Waaaaah..."

Before he could finish speaking, the dwarf's mouth was stuffed with a piece of bread.

Aaron skillfully drew his sword and placed it against the dwarf's neck. "Next, I'll ask, and you answer."

You know the consequences if I'm not satisfied.

Left with no other choice, the dwarf had to nod in submission.

"Name?"

“Nikapuri”.

"gender?"

"Can't you tell? I'm a man."

"What about race?"

"dwarf."

Aaron smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Caspian, "I'll give you another chance, otherwise I think he'll tell me some information that you know but don't fully understand, don't you think?"

Caspian nodded blankly, but his heart was filled with gloom.

I thought I could negotiate the price, but to my surprise, they simply switched to another buyer.

“I said,” Caspian said bitterly, “this forest might be ancient Narnia…”

"Just this forest?" the dwarf interrupted with a sneer. "You Tanmo people really know how to distort history."

"no..."

"You appeared in our kingdom hundreds of years ago, destroyed our homes, slaughtered our people, and used our wealth and resources to build an impregnable castle. The survivors can only hide in the forest and eke out a living," the dwarf roared angrily at Aaron in a low voice.

"Uh... misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding."

Don't look at me with that hateful look; I'm not a Tanmo.

"You're not a Tammo?" Caspian said in surprise, but he quickly realized something. "That's right, all the Tammos know Prince Caspian, but you know nothing about him."

who are you? "

“There’s no need to tell you, Your Highness,” Aaron chuckled. “If you’re really curious, I can make one up on the spot, like a traveler from the other side of the ocean.”

However, the history here is roughly what I analyzed: a group of pirates destroyed a magical kingdom, built a new kingdom on its ruins, and settled there for hundreds of years... It's quite bizarre indeed.

Caspian was speechless for a moment, then weakly turned his gaze to the dwarves, "I thought the Narniaians were extinct."

"Oh! I'm sorry to disappoint you."

"Gentlemen, please recognize your situation, okay?" Aaron waved his hand. "I have a few more questions. If your answers satisfy me, I will let you go."

"Are you serious?" Caspian asked, full of skepticism.

“Of course.” Aaron nodded solemnly, then looked at the two seriously, “Who is the strongest among the Narnia remnants and the Tanmor people?”

“I can’t answer that for you,” Nikabuli said. “If I’m not mistaken, they are probably human-cows; they are very large.”

"Excuse me for asking, are you referring to dwarfs when you say 'large size'?"

“Of course not.” Nikabuli felt insulted and explained, “They are much taller than humans and very strong.”

"Okay! I understand." Aaron thought to himself that the human-bull should be similar to the troll, but with a relatively higher intelligence.

He turned his gaze to Caspian. "And your answer?"

“The most powerful person in the kingdom should be the general; his swordsmanship is even slightly better than mine,” Caspian said.

"Just swordsmanship?"

"He could defeat five elite soldiers in a sword fight."

Upon hearing this, Aaron raised an eyebrow and a smile crept onto his lips.

The assessment is complete. The current inhabitants of this world pose no threat to him. He is truly the pinnacle of combat power, standing at a height that others can only look up to.

“I am very satisfied with your answer,” Aaron clapped his hands. “Although I don’t trust you very much, I can tell that you didn’t lie to me.”

"The second question is, does Narnia have supernatural powers, such as magic?"

Caspian and Nika looked at each other blankly.

“There is such a legend,” Caspian said. “When Aslan roars, winter ends, and when he shakes his mane, spring returns.”

"Aslan?"

“A lion,” Nikabuli said calmly.

"In legend, Aslan defeated the White Witch who had controlled winter for a hundred years, bringing spring to Narnia."

He appointed four human kings, bringing peace and prosperity to Narnia,” Caspian further explained.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's heart sank, and he realized that his combat power ceiling was questionable.

A wizard who can live for over a hundred years is no pushover, let alone Aslan, who could defeat her.

Thinking back to the magical potion in his pocket, he suddenly realized that the world was not as simple as it seemed.

There are very few who can rival him, but they do exist.

“When our homeland was attacked, neither the four kings appeared, nor Aslan,” Nikabri said pessimistically. “They abandoned us, they abandoned Narnia.”

Perhaps it's just a legend, and they never existed at all.

"No, past experience tells me that legends are based on reality, and what he said is probably true."

“It’s true,” Caspian said. “It took my teacher a long time to find Queen Susan’s horn, the one I blew before.”

“That’s why I didn’t kill you right away,” Nikabuli said. “I don’t believe in legends, but that doesn’t mean others don’t.”

"Does this horn have any special meaning?" Aaron asked, puzzled.

"Most Narniaians believed that the horn could summon back the four kings of ancient Narnia."

"Wortfalk!"

Aaron immediately rolled his eyes at Caspian.

Why are you blowing on it for no reason?

If he recalls four ordinary people, that would be fine, but if he recalls four powerful wizards, he'll be in trouble. More importantly, the four pieces of equipment he carries likely belong to those four kings. Should he give them to them or not?

Chapter 427 The Badger Who Knows When to Adversity: Fighting is Absolutely Impossible

Aaron suppressed the urge to slap Caspian, gritted his teeth, and looked at him, asking, "One last question..."

"Chuanbujin, Nikabuli, I'm back."

A voice came from outside the tree hole, interrupting Aaron's question.

He swiftly stuffed two pieces of hard bread into Caspian and Nikabri's mouths, then covered them with a sheet before stealthily hiding behind the door.

Crunch!

The wooden door opened, and a strange shadow was cast on the floor by the candlelight.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"What's that sound?" The man scratched his head and muttered to himself, "Could it be that I'm getting old and my hearing is failing me?"

The next moment, everything went black before his eyes, and then he felt a dizzying sensation as the world spun around him.

boom!

Aaron roughly threw a tightly bound sack on the ground, inside which a creature about the size of a dwarf struggled incessantly, but to no avail.