A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Nonsense." Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "I only carry a gun for self-defense, not for fighting. Why would I need so many bullets?"

"That's true!"

"Why didn't he stop?" Susan walked forward and looked at the dead black bear, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Why did he stop?" Aaron countered. "It's a bear, a lunch is right in front of us, and you expect him to pretend he didn't see anything?"

"No, I mean he might be a Narniac."

The Narnias are intelligent, can speak, and do not easily attack humans.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, but I don't see any wisdom in him at all; he's more like a wild bear."

“I don’t think he can talk either,” Peter chimed in.

Chuanbujin's expression was complicated, and his voice revealed neither joy nor anger. "Being treated like a stupid animal for too long will make you stupid too."

You will find that Narnia has become even more wild and untamed than before.

Chapter 430 Entering the Big Shot's Sight, Prince Caspian's Promise

Peter led the way, guiding the others through the intricate woods until they finally reached a dead end.

Looking at the road blocked by stones, Aaron couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. "So it's not just my sister who's unreliable; my brother is just as bad."

"I'm not lost."

"Then could you please explain what's going on with that wall in front of you?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you're using a map of Narnia from hundreds of years ago."

“It was a year ago,” Peter said, feigning composure, but he couldn’t keep up the act for long when he saw Aaron’s suspicious look. “It was several hundred years ago, but the general location is definitely correct.”

You and Caspian parted ways in the Trembling Forest, and the fastest way to get there is across the Ravenshoe River.

"Uh... I don't know these place names. I only know that this is definitely not the Luoxu River."

Furthermore, I must remind you that what I want is to go home, not to fight with you.

"You promised I could go back through the wardrobe! Are you sure you didn't lead me in the opposite direction?"

Peter hesitated for a moment, then said frankly, "We're short on time right now; the battle is over in one round trip."

"You mean... I have to wait until you finish this battle."

Peter nodded awkwardly, without denying it.

Aaron: ......

If they back out now, they probably won't get those equipment back.

After taking several deep breaths, Aaron suppressed his agitation. "King Peter, so dignified and noble... how could you go to such lengths to deceive a fifteen-year-old boy like me? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

Peter's face flushed slightly from the undisguised sarcasm and teasing. "I said I would take you there, but I didn't say when."

"Trying to be a scoundrel?" Aaron sneered. "Fine, just tell me the right direction, and we'll meet again."

Peter was speechless after being rebuked, and after a few seconds of silence, he pointed in a direction.

"Keep moving forward, and barring any unforeseen circumstances..."

“If I’m not mistaken, you’ll see a magnificent castle,” Chumbokin interjected. “The Tanmo’s castle is in that direction.”

Snapped!

Aaron slapped his forehead. "So, the way home is in enemy-occupied territory?"

“It’s only a possibility,” Chumbukin added. “I can say for sure that the Tanmo people didn’t find any secret passages there.”

"Even without the Tanmo people, the opening time of the passage is uncertain."

"We searched for it during our rule of Narnia, but we couldn't find it. Then, when we were tired of looking, it appeared." Susan said calmly, pouring boiling water on Aaron's broken heart.

"I'm really unlucky," Aaron said dejectedly, a hint of resentment in his voice. "I just wanted to find a place to take refuge, why is it so difficult?"

“Once Narnia regains peace, you’ll definitely be able to go home,” Lucy said earnestly. “Susan’s horn called us back to save Narnia, and I think we’ll go back to school after we complete this mission.”

"Thanks for the comforting words." Aaron waved weakly, but then seemed to remember something. "You just said... complete the mission?"

"Yes, any questions?"

Aaron didn't answer, but silently opened his task panel in his mind.

Save Narnia;

The reward for completing the task is 1000 magic points. There is no penalty for failure. Do you accept?

Thinking to himself, "Just as I expected," Aaron decisively chose to accept.

This task wasn't difficult for him, but it was quite complex.

There are countless ways to save Narnia, but the simplest and most efficient is to cast a spell on the Tanmor castle. With his current level of magic, the Shrine of the Gods could definitely cover the castle, and after a barrage of thunderous bombardment, not a single creature would be spared.

Without enemies, Narnia naturally faced no threat.

But this idea is somewhat unrealistic. He is not the kind of person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, and he really cannot bring himself to massacre a city.

Aaron pondered for a moment, glanced at the two men and two women, and sighed deeply. "Now we have the same goal: to find Caspian first."

“Let’s take a detour!” Peter shrugged. “I remember a shorter route.”

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Chuanbukin.

Compared to Peter's inexplicable confidence, he felt that the locals were more reliable.

"Hey! What do you mean by this?"

“Obviously, Peter,” Susan laughed. “I also think we should have listened to him from the beginning.”

"Chuanbukin, do you know the correct route?"

“There are shallows near Belluna, we can dive across.”

Aaron's lips twitched. "Actually, King Peter won't be unreliable all the time, right?"

“Come with me!” Peter puffed out his chest. “The path I’ve chosen at least doesn’t require diving.”

The group exchanged glances and silently followed behind Peter.

After walking for a while, Peter looked at the cliff in front of him, which was dozens of meters high, and fell silent.

“Rivers erode the land and carve downwards over time,” Susan said.

"Shut up!"

"Is there a way to get down?" Edmund asked, looking at Chumbkin.

Yes, it happened. It fell down.

“At least we’re not lost. The Trembling Forest is on the other side,” Peter said stubbornly.

“I can climb down,” Aaron said helplessly, raising his hand. “I’ve learned free climbing; I climbed a cliff even higher than this a few days ago. The problem is, I can’t bring anyone with me, let alone a little girl in the group…”

Before he could finish speaking, Aaron keenly sensed a gaze falling on him, but there was not much hostility in it.

“Athrun.” Lucy suddenly pointed excitedly across the way. “Can you see him? He’s... right there.”

But when everyone looked in the direction she pointed, they didn't see a single person.

"Aslan?" Aaron couldn't help but swallow. Did this mean he had caught the big boss's eye?

"Have you seen him again?" Chuanbujin asked suspiciously.

“I’m not crazy. He was just here. He wanted us to come with him.”

"How do we get there?" Aaron forced a smile. "I don't doubt that you saw him, but it's a bit much to ask of us to go with him. We can't even get to the other side."

“That’s how it is,” Chuanbujin said calmly. “I have no intention of following some non-existent person off a cliff.”

“I didn’t trust Lucy last time, and I ended up being a fool,” Edmund interjected.

Peter pursed his lips, glanced at the person opposite him, and then turned his gaze to his sister. "Why can't I see him?"

"Maybe you didn't read it carefully."

"Maybe he doesn't want to see you at all," Aaron thought to himself.

“Sorry, Lulu.” Peter slowly shook his head, deciding to go diving in Belluna with Chuanbukin. Susan and Edmund followed behind.

"Let's go!" Aaron patted Lucy on the shoulder. "You were queen for a while, after all. You can't just cry because a few of them don't believe you!"

Lucy glanced deeply at the spot where Aslan had just been, then turned and left with a sigh.

Meanwhile, deep in the forest.

Caspian was surrounded by Narniaians, centaurs, bullmen, goats, dwarves, and even rats, all of whom were verbally attacking him.

"kill him."

"Tanmo people".

"fraud."

Caspian's heart sank as he looked at the enraged mythical creatures.

He had wanted to seek their help, but now it seemed he was lucky to escape being beaten to death.

“This horn only proves that they’ve stolen from us again,” Nikabril said coldly.

"I didn't steal anything."

"Nothing was stolen?" the bull said angrily. "Should we make a list of what the Tanmo people looted?"

"Our home, our land, our freedom, our lives, they stole Narnia..."

The Narnias spoke in succession, recounting the atrocities committed by the Tammor in remarkably concise language.

Caspian's eyes swept around. "You want me to be held responsible for the crimes committed by my fellow countrymen?"

“Take responsibility and be punished,” Nikabuli said.

“You have quite the depth of meaning, dwarf.” A rat drew its sword and walked up to him. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten that it was your race that fought alongside the White Witch.”

“I’d love to do it again,” Nikabuli said, deflecting the rat’s sword. “As long as I can get rid of these barbarians.”

“It’s a good thing you can’t call her back,” Badger said. “Or do you want this child to fight against Aslan?”

“Some of you may have forgotten, but we badgers remember it very clearly.”