A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

“You may not have heard me clearly, Lulu,” Peter said patiently. “We have no other choice; staying here means certain death.”

"No, your sister is smarter than you."

"We have a third option," Aaron said meaningfully. "The best course of action is to retreat, or rather, a strategic withdrawal."

I've actually considered this path too, but I think most Narniaians wouldn't want to take it, after all, they've been hiding for hundreds of years.

Moreover, Miraz wouldn't stop until he achieved certain results; at the very least, he needed to clear the way for his son. In other words, the prerequisite for escaping was handing over Caspian.

Caspian: ......

“Even so, Miraz may not spare the Narnias,” Chumbukin said in a deep voice. “When I was captured, he promised the elders of the council of Tanmor that he would kill all of us Narnias to fulfill the wishes of our ancestors.”

Therefore, he wouldn't mind cutting down an entire forest.

“What I mean is to retreat first. We can wait for Aslan,” Lucy said anxiously. “He knows all this, he’ll definitely show up.”

"We've waited long enough for him, hundreds of years!"

"Now we must take on the responsibility of being king," Peter said earnestly, before leading the others to devise a battle plan.

“Peter still doesn’t believe me,” Lucy said, her eyes red and a little aggrieved. “But I really did see Aslan, and I dreamed about him.”

"I believe you, I believe you more than anyone else," Aaron said very seriously.

"Thank you!" Lucy felt a little relieved. "Oh, by the way, Aslan also asked me to remind you not to go too far."

Aaron: ......

Is this a warning?

This is clearly a warning, isn't it? A warning that seems to come from a powerful Saint-level mage.

Aaron forced a smile. "Okay! I received his warning, no, reminder."

You should find a place to get some sleep first!

"No, I am the Queen of Narnia, and I must participate in the battle plan."

"Hehe!" Aaron thought to himself that children shouldn't get involved, but a serious expression appeared on his face. "You have a more important task."

Sleep, and in your dreams find Aslan's hiding place.

"But didn't we try it this morning?"

"Let's try anything, even if it's a dead end! If we fail, Aslan will be our last hope."

As for Peter and the others, I will try my best to look after them.

Lucy seemed to feel a strong sense of mission, nodded vigorously, found a place to lie down and count sheep.

As Aaron walked out of the makeshift meeting room, he nervously touched his pocket, where he found a bottle of red potion. "Kids these days are really hard to fool."

Chapter 433 Different Signals, Night Raid Plan Begins

“We’ll move out tonight. First, have the griffin drop me off at the top of the tower,” Edmund said, then took a flashlight out of his bag and flicked it a few times in front of everyone.

“In the darkness of night, this flickering light would be very noticeable, and I would use it to transmit signals.”

“Edmund will send two signals tonight.” Peter held up two fingers. “The first signal will be when our army takes out the guards outside the castle and clears the way forward.”

However, be careful not to make too much noise.

And I, Susan, Aaron, Caspian, and I will lead a small group to infiltrate.

We split up; the rat, less likely to be spotted, was responsible for lowering the drawbridge...

“Uh… Your Majesty,” Reppechip interjected awkwardly, “I don’t want to say it, but… it’s easy for us to infiltrate, but we can’t move those gear switches.”

"Once you've infiltrated, take out as many guards as possible. Someone will come to your aid later."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

"Aaron, you and Caspian are responsible for opening the city gates."

The number of griffins we can send is limited. We'll try our best to handle the patrolling guards, but you need to hurry.

Aaron and Caspian exchanged a glance and slowly nodded.

"Susan and I will deal with Miraz. Once we take care of the king, they will be leaderless."

Edmund will stop sending signals when we have completed our respective tasks, but I will notify Edmund to send a second signal after we have completed our tasks.

Once the troops surrounding the castle saw the second signal, they began their formal attack.

The centaur leader nodded earnestly, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"That's the plan. Now go down and prepare properly, and wait for night to fall."

"Wait, I have a little problem." Aaron raised his right hand, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

“Go ahead,” Peter said calmly, not believing there was anything wrong with his plan.

"First of all, is your flashlight powerful enough?"

If it runs out of power at a crucial moment, forget about successfully completing the plan; we might not even be able to escape unscathed.

"Uh..." Peter turned his gaze to Edmund, "Is everything alright?"

"The flashlight is definitely fine; the batteries are all brand new," Edmund assured.

“Secondly, we need a signal to retreat,” Aaron continued. “Not to spoil the mood, but just in case the plan goes wrong…”

“If no second signal is sent before dawn, the operation is canceled,” Peter interrupted. “Any more questions?”

“Uh… I think you’ve misunderstood something. The retreat signal I mentioned wasn’t just for the army, but for all of us.” Aaron shrugged and said earnestly, “You should know what force majeure is, right? That castle is heavily guarded, and anything could happen.”

Your plan is meticulously planned and cannot afford the slightest mistake.

Peter hesitated for a moment, then said, "Aren't you being too pessimistic?"

“Before you think about winning, think about losing.

To live a life of ease, no, to be steady and cautious is my guiding principle.

Moreover, this concerns one's life and fortune, so one cannot be careless.

I suggest we prepare an evacuation plan before the actual operation begins, so that even if the operation fails, our losses won't be too great.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

This statement sounds like it's meant to demoralize the troops, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem to make any mistake.

“I support Aaron’s opinion,” Susan said.

"Have the griffins stand by at high altitude, ready to respond to any situation, just in case."

As for the signal for a full retreat... Peter pondered for a moment and then turned his gaze to Aaron.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm not interested in men."

"Lend me your gun," Peter said, half-laughing and half-crying. "If everything goes well, Edmund's flashlight will be enough, but if things really get complicated, we probably won't have time to check his signal."

Since firearms had not yet been invented in Narnia, there was nothing more suitable as a signal than the sound of gunfire.

Three gunshots signaled a retreat.

Upon hearing this, Aaron's lips twitched violently.

Good heavens, good heavens, they've got their eyes on his gun.

"Aren't you making things difficult for me?"

“This is for Narnia,” Susan advised, “and also so you can get home safely. Don’t worry about it so much.”

Aaron pretended to hesitate, then took out his revolver and quietly granted Peter permission to use it.

"Five bullets, you'd better use them sparingly."

Peter took the pistol and nodded, slightly excited.

“My lord, could you demonstrate first?” Reppechp suggested. “We’ve never heard...gunshots.”

“I will only demonstrate once.” Peter glanced solemnly at the representatives of various races surrounding him, then pointed his gun at the sky and pulled the trigger.

boom!

A dull sound instantly rang in everyone's ears.

Birds in the forest took flight in fright, and countless animals shivered involuntarily, sensing a deadly threat from the sound.

"Great, now we only have four bullets left." Aaron sighed dramatically.

“Don’t worry about the details.” Peter patted him on the shoulder, then turned to the crowd. “Remember this sound. No matter how far our plan goes tonight, if we hear three gunshots, we retreat immediately.”

......

The plan was to officially begin at midnight, when most people were asleep and not on guard.

A griffin carried Edmund to Tammo Castle and gently placed him on the top of the highest tower.

A soldier on guard below heard the sound of tiles colliding and looked up in surprise.

The griffin had folded its wings, and Edmund was pressed tightly against the tile, revealing no flaws.

Just as the soldier thought he had misheard, two sharp claws gripped his shoulders, and he lost consciousness without making a sound.

Edmund jumped from the top of the tower and used a flashlight to send a signal.

Upon seeing the flashing white light outside the castle, the centaur leader slowly raised his longsword and led his army stealthily toward the castle.

Several griffins carried Peter and the others to the location where the signal originated, cleared out several guards, and landed steadily nearby.

Reppechip, along with two of his rat kin, sneaked into the castle through the drain. They were small in size and easily made their way to the control room along the chains and ropes in the castle. The patrolling soldiers did not notice anything unusual.

An orange cat was dozing under the window, but three mice didn't pay it any attention.

Mice are afraid of cats, but that's just an ordinary mouse.

These three are knights of Narnia; they wouldn't be afraid of a mere house cat, or even its owner.

They exchanged glances and decided to deal with the cat first, otherwise their mission would be difficult to complete once it woke up.

A rope was lowered from the tower, and Caspian, Peter, Susan, Aaron, and Chuanbukin all followed it and landed in front of a window.

"Where is this?"