A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"No!" Lucy jumped out from behind the bushes. "Stop fighting!"

The two stopped what they were doing at the same time, and at the same time, a variety of Narnias gathered around.

"What a pity." Aaron shook his head with some regret. "Although their swordsmanship was a bit lacking, it was still quite interesting to watch them fight."

You have a small medicine bottle; it's not too late to help them when both sides are severely injured.

"Stop gloating." Lucy glared at him, displeased.

Susan, Edmund, and Thurbkin also rushed over, and they were equally puzzled as they looked at the two people surrounded by the Narnias.

Peter had realized that there seemed to be only one Tanmor among the Narnias who could be treated kindly by them.

"Prince Caspian?"

"Yes, who are you?"

“King Peter, I believe it was you who sounded the horn.”

“Yes, but I thought you would be older.” Caspian was a little disappointed. He knew the legends of the four kings, but he didn’t expect to summon the younger versions of the kings instead of the grown-up ones.

Peter's expression froze slightly. "If you want, we can come back a few years later."

"No, no, it's okay, it's just that you're not what I thought."

“That’s what you call the unpredictability of life. You went from being a prince to a fugitive overnight. You should understand that,” Aaron said meaningfully.

“Of course I understand,” Caspian said speechlessly. “Wait, why are you back? Weren’t you supposed to stay away from the war?”

"Sigh!" Aaron sighed deeply, feigning profundity. "The justice and kindness in my heart won't allow me to be a deserter."

Since we're here, we should at least give it a try; I'd feel guilty if we ignored it.

Caspian gave him a serious look. “You could have stayed out of it. It seems you are much more noble and responsible than I thought.”

"Thank you for the compliment, but I can barely accept your assessment."

The others trembled slightly upon hearing this.

Wow, this is really eye-opening.

Others may not know, but they are quite clear about it.

Aaron's initial thought was simply to go home. His joining the group was out of necessity and had absolutely nothing to do with a sense of justice or responsibility. Yet, he could say it with such self-righteousness.

Chapter 432 Disagreements: Strike First

“We eagerly await your return, Lord.” A mouse hopped up to Peter and bowed respectfully. “We are devoted to you with all our hearts.”

"Oh my god, he's so cute," Lucy couldn't help but say.

"Who said that?" The mouse angrily drew its sword, seemingly quite disgusted by the word "cute."

"I'm sorry," Lucy apologized, feeling embarrassed.

Upon seeing that it was the Queen of Ancient Narnia, the mouse's attitude immediately changed, and it bowed politely, saying, "Your Majesty, please hear me out."

I believe that 'bravery,' 'politeness,' or 'chivalry' would be more fitting for a Narnia knight.

“At least we know that some of you are skilled swordsmen,” Peter said half-jokingly.

"Yes, I've recently been using my skills more effectively to acquire weapons for your army."

“Very good, because we need every single sword.”

“Then you might want yours back,” Caspian said, handing Peter’s sword back.

"Excuse me for asking, are those the weapons you're referring to?" Aaron pointed to a centaur with a large bag of iron swords slung over his left and right shoulders.

“That’s it,” the rat said smugly. “Just last night, I took a few brothers and secretly took enough weapons and armor for two legions from the Tanmo people, and left a greeting as well.”

"Two legions?" Aaron frowned slightly. "Not all of them?"

"A thousand sets of equipment are enough for us."

“Yes!” Aaron gave him a peaceful smile. “If Miraz could just turn his head a little, he could roughly calculate the number of Narnias, no, to be precise, the number of Narnia warriors.”

Upon hearing this, the rat was terrified. "This... I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I really didn't consider this."

“It’s alright.” Peter shook his head gently, comforting them, “Whether they know our numbers or not, they will still press in with their troops. This tough battle is inevitable.”

Besides, we have more than just two legions.

......

With weapons and equipment, Narnia's army was barely formed.

Caspian led the group to a bunker, which served as a temporary defensive fortification.

The men and horses raised their longswords and lined up in two rows to form a ceremonial guard to welcome the king and queen, with the rest of the people following closely behind.

The Narnias worked tirelessly to remelt the stolen standard weapons and armor, forging them into equipment that fit their own sizes to prepare for the upcoming war.

“This place may not be the same as before, but it’s still usable for defense,” Caspian said.

"Not bad. How did you know about this place?" Aaron asked curiously.

"This isn't a forest, there's nothing we can't come here for."

My teacher was fascinated by the culture of Narnia and, by chance, discovered these ruins.

“Peter, you might want to see this,” Susan said, pointing to the wall.

Peter walked over, picked up a torch, and used the light to see the murals on the wall.

These murals record their story, from their arrival in Narnia to riding lions to the battlefield, and finally to their ascension to the throne at Calparavel Palace.

"Is this Aslan?" Aaron said, pointing to the lion on the wall. "It looks no different from an ordinary lion."

“It needs to be bigger,” Lucy said. “We’ve grown a year older, and he’s grown quite a bit along with us.”

“Where is this place?” Susan asked Caspian.

"You didn't know?" Caspian asked in surprise, but then he thought it was normal, after all, several hundred years had passed, and this bunker was probably built after they left Narnia.

He led the way with a torch, passing through a tunnel and stopping at a grand hall.

The torch was extended into the groove on the wall, and the flame ignited the lamp oil, illuminating the entire hall.

Only then did the group get a clear look at the environment of the main hall. There were no magnificent decorations. In the center was a broken stone platform, and in front of it was a mural of a lion.

Lucy stroked the stone platform, as if she understood something, and turned to look at the others. "He must know all of this."

"Aslan?" Aaron asked thoughtfully. "He's not planning to help us willingly, is he?"

“The same thing won’t happen a second time,” Lucy murmured, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“That’s not necessarily true.” Aaron shrugged. “There’s a saying in the Bible: ‘What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again.’”

"You know about this?" Susan asked.

"I don't understand the Bible very well, but my ancestors agreed with this statement."

They generally endorse profound truths and maxims.

Peter looked at the mural of the lion, pondered for a few seconds, and said seriously, "I think we have to rely on ourselves for everything."

The half-goat man on guard outside spotted the patrolling Tanmo soldiers and immediately reported the situation to several kings.

Peter summoned the representatives of the various races of Narnia to the Great Hall. The fauns, centaurs, bulls, dwarves, and talking animals all sat around the steps, forming a temporary council.

“Soon, Miraz’s army and weapons will arrive, which means these men cannot defend their castle,” Peter said.

"What do you intend to do, Your Majesty?" the mouse asked.

"Strike first, strike hard." Aaron snapped his fingers. "I support that."

“That’s ridiculous, no one has ever taken that castle,” Caspian said hastily.

“There’s always a first time,” Peter said.

“They’ll never expect this,” Chumpukkin agreed. “We can catch them off guard.”

"However, we have an advantage here."

“If we are well prepared, we might be able to hold this place,” Susan said, supporting Caspian’s opinion.

"Maybe?" Aaron clicked his tongue. "That word is well-chosen, very apt."

But if I may ask, can we hold out once, but can we hold out two or three times?

The Tammors had several times the number of Narnias' soldiers and had a kingdom serving as a supply depot. They could lose many times, but the Narnias could not afford to lose even once.

Of course, this is just my personal opinion; take it with a grain of salt, but don't take it too seriously.

“I appreciate everything you’ve done,” Peter said to Caspian, “but this isn’t a bunker, it’s a graveyard.”

“Yes,” Edmund said. “If they are smart enough, the Tanmo can trap us and let us starve to death.”

“We can store nuts,” the squirrel said without hesitation.

“We can also throw Tanmo people,” the rat said speechlessly. “Your Majesty, I think you know I’m on your side.”

"Shut up, you two cuties." Aaron rolled his eyes. "Don't say such ridiculous things."

"Who are you calling cute?" The mouse immediately drew its sword and pointed it menacingly at Aaron.

Aaron raised an eyebrow, slowly moved his feet, and stood behind Lucy.

The rat's breathing quickened considerably. "If you're so capable, don't hide behind our queen. Stand up and fight me one-on-one."

"Forget it, Repechip." Badger shook his head. "You can't beat him. He took down Nikabuli in two moves."

"Trov, I'm not a dwarf."

“But he’s only about the same as me,” Nikabuli said dismissively. “You wouldn’t be his match in a one-on-one fight either.”

Peter looked at the centaur leader and asked, "If I help you infiltrate, can your men handle the guards?"

"We swear to complete the mission, Your Majesty."

"People who say things like that are usually prepared to die," Aaron remarked. "A near-certain death, really?"

The centaur leader slowly lowered his head, tacitly agreeing with Aaron's words.

“That’s exactly what I was worried about,” Lucy said calmly. “You all seem to have only two choices: die here or die there.”