A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

The huge, heavy iron gate slammed down, kicking up a layer of dust on the ground.

"you..."

The man and the ox hurriedly got up and ran to the city gate, trying to lift the gate.

But he had used up too much strength and now he couldn't lift the city gate at all.

"What are you doing here? The suspension bridge is about to be raised."

"what would you do?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," Aaron said confidently, then crouched down to the side, grabbed the iron gate with one hand, and slowly lifted it up.

Gulu!

The sounds of swallowing saliva rose and fell.

The man and the ox immediately turned around and ran away, dragging their injured legs.

The general and dozens of soldiers stopped in their tracks in astonishment at the sight. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that humans could possess such strength.

One hand can lift an iron gate weighing thousands of kilograms; there's a limit to jokes!

"Can fifty men really defeat him?" the general wondered doubtfully, thinking that it would take at least a hundred men to take down Aaron.

"Go for it!" Miraz roared. "What are you all standing there for? Kill him now!"

The general regained his senses and immediately ordered, "Kill."

Dozens of men launched another charge, but they were too late. By the time they reached them, the iron gate had already been hoisted to shoulder height by Aaron.

"Goodbye."

when!

Aaron flipped over and jumped outside the city gate.

As the gates fell, the drawbridge outside began to slowly rise.

Without hesitation, Aaron took a running start and leaped high when the suspension bridge was halfway up, landing steadily on the other side of the bridge, spanning a distance of five or six meters.

“You…” Caspian opened his mouth in astonishment, “You’re really human?”

"Fifteen years old?" Susan's eyes twitched incessantly.

"Don't insult my noble character with your suspicious eyes," Aaron rolled his eyes. "Don't just stand here, we're at the city gate!"

"withdraw."

Peter reluctantly ordered his army from Narnia to leave the castle.

Aaron took out Lucy's medicine bottle on the way and had Susan treat the wounded, which prevented their progress from being slowed down.

At daybreak, everyone returned to the bunker.

However, compared to before, the atmosphere in the team was more subdued.

"What's wrong?" Lucy asked worriedly.

"Obviously, it failed." Aaron shrugged casually, then handed the medicine bottle back to Lucy. "This thing is actually quite useful; it saved a lot of wounded soldiers!"

"I knew it was missing," Lucy said speechlessly, but she couldn't really blame anyone.

"You should give my gun back now!" Aaron asked Peter meaningfully.

He pursed his lips and returned the revolver.

"You had a second gun, why didn't you tell us?"

"You didn't ask!"

Besides, I don't know you guys well, so I wouldn't dare hand over my weapon without having a backup plan.

“Shouldn’t you give me an explanation for the retreat signal?” Peter said with an unfriendly expression.

“You should thank me,” Aren said confidently. “From the moment the alarm went off in the castle, we had no advantage whatsoever.”

I didn't stop you from launching the attack, since people always die in wars, and we were all prepared for that.

But when you're at a disadvantage, you should act decisively. You were blinded by rage then, and if I hadn't given the timely signal to retreat, we would have been completely annihilated once Miraz closed the gates.

"My strategy is to capture the leader first, and take down Miraz..."

“Impressive.” Aaron clapped his hands. “But the premise is that you have to fight your way to the top of the city wall. Even if the soldiers in battle ignore you, you only need to kill about forty guards.”

“I have others covering for me,” Peter retorted defiantly.

“I don’t deny it.” Aaron nodded. “But by then, two rows of archers were already in position. Were you planning to charge in through a hail of arrows?”

Even if you were incredibly lucky and managed to break through, the Narnia army would probably be reduced to less than one-tenth of its original strength.

"Your gun is in my hands. If there's a chance to get close, it's still possible."

"Hehe!" Aaron couldn't help but laugh. "Excuse me for being blunt, but you probably have never handled a firearm before!"

How confident are you in your marksmanship?

“This…” Peter was speechless. There were many guards around Miraz at the time. If the first shot hadn’t killed him, there wouldn’t have been a second chance.

“You should be able to kill him, right?” Caspian asked tentatively.

“Yes, you have a second gun.” Peter seemed to have grasped the key point. “Your marksmanship is so good, if you…”

“Stop,” Aaron said speechlessly. “I was at the city gate, while Miraz was on the city wall.”

To kill a heavily guarded king with a pistol from hundreds of meters away—that's a joke that's gone way too far.

Aaron was very clear about his own abilities. He was a good shot, but there was still a big gap between him and being able to hit the bullseye every time.

At a distance of several hundred meters, unless he replaced his pistol with a sniper rifle, he really wouldn't be able to hit it.

But he couldn't explain himself once he took out those two guns, and he didn't want to use magic in front of so many people.

"Speaking of which, even if you and Susan combined couldn't take down Miraz?"

Upon hearing this, Peter was immediately enraged and glared fiercely at Caspian. "You'll have to ask our Prince about that."

"I?"

“If you had followed the plan, we wouldn’t be in such a mess.”

“I admit I bear responsibility.” Caspian took a deep breath. “It’s really hard to stay calm when facing your father’s killer…”

"His father's killer?" Aaron's expression immediately showed interest, and a dramatic scene of brothers fighting for the throne flashed through his mind.

“It’s none of your business.” Caspian’s lips twitched slightly as he continued, “Even if I follow the plan, we might not succeed.”

Even though you two are in his dorm room, and the crossbow is right next to his pillow when he sleeps, nothing will change.

In my opinion, staying here and adopting a defensive strategy might give us a better chance of winning.

"You're the one who sent us, have you forgotten?"

Caspian paused for a moment. "That was my mistake."

"No, your mistake is that you see yourself as a savior who can lead everyone."

"I am not the one who abandoned Narnia."

"But it was you who invaded Narnia, you, your father, Miraz..."

“Enough,” Aaron interrupted the two. “I must remind you both that the bridge in Beluna is almost finished, and the Tanmo army will be attacking soon.”

Upon hearing this, Peter and Caspian stopped arguing.

The current situation is very unfavorable for them; building fortifications to deal with Miraz's army is the top priority.

Meanwhile, at the Tanmo's castle.

Miraz was formally enthroned in the parliament hall, and Pusuppi crowned him.

The elders of the council did not raise any further objections, after all, the Narnias' raid the previous night had made them all feel threatened.

Whether Prince Caspian was with the Narniaians or not, they couldn't be sure, but that no longer mattered.

What the Tanmo people need most right now is not a prince, but a king who can eliminate threats and protect the kingdom. No one is more suitable than Miraz.

Chapter 436 An even more powerful ancient magic, the prince's final dignity

Caspian stared blankly at the mural on the wall, wondering if he had made a mistake.

The kings of ancient Narnia were not as great as legend portrays; they could not help them reclaim their throne, nor could they save Narnia.

"Are you confused?" Aaron teased.

"No."

"Come on! Your feelings are written all over your face, and you still say you don't."

Caspian paused for a moment. "Don't act like an elder and lecture me. I'm older than you."

“Compared to me, your age is the only thing you can boast about,” Aaron said with a smirk, then looked at the wall where two men and two women stood before the throne, and Narnia was thriving under their rule.

"You sounded the horn, found four helpers for yourself, and wanted them to help you get through the difficulties."

When people lack confidence, they often place their hopes on others, which I completely understand. However, it's also common for others to be unreliable, and that's when you need to...

Aaron's voice abruptly stopped halfway through his sentence, and he lay flat on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Caspian asked Nikabuli with a look of surprise and doubt.

“He’s fine, I just let him sleep.” Nikabuli patted the scabbard in his hand. “That’s how he knocked me unconscious that night.”

"Why do this?"

“For your sake, Your Highness,” Nikabuli said with a meaningful smile, “your king and queen have betrayed us, your army has suffered heavy losses, and the rest are doomed.”

What do you mean? Congratulations?

Nikapuri looked directly into his eyes, his voice carrying a hint of seduction, "You want to kill your uncle for revenge, and so do we."

"If you want to reclaim the throne, we can help you."

"Who do you mean?" Caspian frowned slightly. Nikabri's "we" should have nothing to do with the Narnias.

“You’ll find out.” Nikabry then walked deeper into the bunker, and Caspian hesitated for a moment before following him.