A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron felt surrounded by happiness. He was trying to escape the war between Narnia and the Tanmors when someone told him there was a way to return to the human world. What could be more exciting than that?

Chapter 429 A gunshot rang out, with exactly five bullets remaining.

"Take me there, and I'll return your equipment to you immediately."

“Yes,” Peter said, “but we’re not sure if that passage still exists.”

"It's alright, getting me there is enough." Aaron immediately returned the bow and arrow to Susan and the longsword to Peter. As for the potion bottle, he wanted to secretly keep it, after all, it was a potion even more precious than the Phoenix's Tears.

"Where's my medicine bottle?" Lucy asked pointedly.

"I hate people with such good memories." Aaron chuckled awkwardly. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? How about this, I'll treat you to a good meal, lots of food, and that bottle of medicine..."

Lucy smiled innocently. "Although I look only twelve or thirteen years old, I was once the Queen of Narnia, and I was older than you before I left Narnia."

"Alright!" Aaron sighed, reluctantly returning the red medicine bottle.

Chumbkin paused slightly, then handed the sword to Edmund. "Here you go, my lord."

“What happened to Narnia while we were away?” Peter asked.

"Let's talk as we go!" Chuanbujin said in a deep voice, then let the five people board the boat.

Peter took the initiative to row, and they followed the river into a canyon.

"What's your name?" Edmund asked.

"Gaius, Aaron Gaius."

In this world, I am but a nobody, far less famous than you four kings.

“They’re so quiet,” Lucy said, looking at the trees on either side of the canyon.

"They are trees, what do you expect from them?" Chumbukin said casually.

"I used to dance."

"The Tanmo people came shortly after you left, and all the survivors hid in the woods."

As for the trees, after they buried themselves deep inside, no one heard from them again.

“I don’t understand,” Lucy said sadly. “How could Aslan let all this happen?”

"Aslan? He abandoned us when you abandoned us."

"So..." Aaron swallowed hard, "that lion isn't just a legend?"

“Of course not,” Lucy said seriously. “We even fought alongside him!”

"Can you tell me how strong he is?" Aaron asked. If nothing unexpected happened, Aslan might be the only creature in this world that could threaten him, so it would be good to know more about him.

“I can’t really explain it either,” Lucy said, scratching her head. “The moment you meet him, you feel that he is trustworthy and worthy of respect.”

During the White Witch's reign in Narnia, the entire world was covered in ice and snow, but when she returned, winter turned into spring.

The White Witch petrified many of her rebels, but Aslan simply breathed on them and restored them. In the final battle, his roar allowed us, who were on the verge of defeat, to overwhelm the enemy army.

Aaron: ......

The assessment is complete. He is at least at the level of a Saint Archmage, someone I cannot afford to offend.

Moreover, Aslan is definitely still alive. At that level, lifespan is no longer a constraint for him, and he certainly won't happen to die in the next few hundred years.

However, Aslan seems to be on the side of justice. As long as he doesn't do anything that would anger the world or cause public outrage, he shouldn't be offended.

“We didn’t mean to leave,” Peter said apologetically.

"Then there's not much difference, right?"

"Take us to the Narnias, and we'll take care of it."

"Wait, what happened to taking me home?" Aaron said, looking uneasy.

“We mean what we say,” Lucy shrugged.

......

The ship docked at the shore, and Chuanbujin dropped the anchor and kicked it twice, embedding it into the ground.

Aaron, along with Peter, Edmund, and Susan, worked together to pull the wooden boat ashore.

Lucy spotted a black bear in the distance and approached it with interest, believing that the Narnia inhabitants were still as hospitable as they had been hundreds of years ago.

"Hello there!"

Roar!

The black bear let out a low growl and then stood up.

"It's okay, we're your friends."

"Is your sister out of her mind?" Aaron gasped. "I thought she was reliable, but it seems I was just mistaken."

"Don't move, Your Majesty," Chuanbujin said hurriedly, and Lucy instinctively stood still.

Just then, she heard footsteps. Lucy turned her head and saw the black bear rushing towards her, which scared her so much that she immediately ran back.

Susan immediately drew her bow and arrow, warning, "Stay away from her."

The black bear remained unmoved, and Lucy fell to the ground, screaming in terror at the gaping maw.

"what!"

"Shoot the arrows, Susan!" Edmund and Peter charged toward the black bear with their swords, but they were only twenty or thirty meters away and they weren't sure if they could catch up.

boom!

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Peter and Edmund, who were running wildly, stopped in their tracks. Susan put down her bow and arrow in a daze, Chumpkins sat on the ground dumbfounded, and Lucy's screams stopped abruptly.

The black bear cried out in pain and fell to the ground. There was a transparent hole in its head, running from its forehead to the back of its skull. Blood kept gushing out of the hole, staining the ground blood red.

But nobody paid attention to it; everyone turned their gaze to Aaron, their eyes filled with astonishment and a hint of tension.

call!

Aaron pretended to blow on the muzzle of his revolver.

"Why are you looking at me?

Although I'm quite handsome, I still feel a bit embarrassed with so many eyes staring at me.

"You, you, you actually have a gun?" Edmund swallowed hard.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Ya Lunli shrugged and smiled meaningfully, "Why do you think I returned the weapons to you so readily?"

It may be a bit inappropriate to say this, but I wouldn't dare walk outside in a strange and dangerous place without some kind of weapon for protection.

"But this is just too much!" Susan said, speechless. "We only use bows and arrows, or at best, crossbows, and you're using firearms?"

"Is it your fault?"

"What exactly is your identity in the human world?" Peter asked with a serious expression.

There are still many places in their world where war is raging. Now, suddenly there is a boy with a gun. It's one thing for him to kill a black bear so casually, but the bullet hit him right between the eyebrows. His marksmanship makes him think twice.

The son of an officer? A member of royalty? Or perhaps an assassin trained by some powerful organization?

"Uh... don't get me wrong, I don't have any special status, I'm just an ordinary person."

“Ordinary people don’t have guns, nor do they have this kind of marksmanship,” Peter said seriously. “To hit someone right between the eyebrows from dozens of meters away, that’s something you probably couldn’t do without rigorous training!”

"I admire your way of thinking, but there are people in this world called geniuses."

And that's exactly me. From childhood to university, I was incredibly fast at everything, including shooting.

"A genius?" Peter looked at him thoughtfully and suspiciously. "Could you tell me how you got your gun?"

“It’s a family heirloom,” Aaron replied without batting an eye.

"Come on, if you're going to be perfunctory, at least be a little more serious!" Edmund's lips twitched slightly. "We don't know much about firearms, but this is the first time we've ever seen such a beautiful and exquisite gun. It's countless times more sophisticated than the guns used by the guards at the train station."

"You have a good eye. This gun has a matte black finish, an ergonomic grip, is 30 centimeters long, has a 12-centimeter barrel, weighs 800 grams unloaded, and has an exposed hammer with intricately engraved patterns. I'll name it 'Twilight'..."

“Wait, nobody asked you that,” Susan interrupted him. “We just want to know where you got such a fine gun.”

"Don't worry, tell us who you are, we will take you back."

"But this gun is truly an heirloom from my ancestors!"

“Don’t joke around,” Peter said. “Your gun is far more advanced than ordinary firearms. If it’s an heirloom, the timeline simply doesn’t match up.”

Aaron sighed wearily, "An elder in my family, very old and of a very high generation... has a talent for designing weapons that far surpasses that of ordinary people. This is one of his few top-notch works."

He passed the gun on to the youngest person in the family, which was me.

Now that he's no longer alive, are you satisfied?

The group looked at each other, as if they had inadvertently touched on a sore spot.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to," Lucy said guiltily.

“I’m sorry,” Peter said sincerely.

"Hmph!" Aaron snorted in dissatisfaction. He was absolutely telling the truth. Arg was indeed no longer alive, and this gun was indeed passed down to him by Arg. As for how these people interpreted it, he couldn't care less.

“Your luck is really…enviable!” Edmund remarked. “We didn’t have any equipment when we first came to Narnia.”

"Can I see your gun? I've never touched one before in my life."

"Do you think that's possible?" Aaron sneered. "This gun is my livelihood in this world."

"Okay! So... how many bullets do you have left?"

Aaron pushed the revolver forward, pretending to eject the bullets one by one, counting, "One, two, three, four, five..."

Five bullets, just enough.

Everyone:......

What do you mean? What does "just enough" mean?

Are these five bullets intended for the five of us?

"Are you sure it's just five bullets?" Peter asked with some skepticism.