A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting!

"That's enough, it's time to send you on your way." Aaron reached into a wine-red magic circle, took out the flintlock pistol, and loaded a red bullet into it in front of the White Witch.

"These are enchanted bullets made from phoenix tail feathers," Aaron explained patiently. "Right now, you're like a fish on a chopping board; any sword could kill you."

But you are the first wizard comparable to a Saint-level mage to die at my hands, so the necessary ritual is still necessary.

"This bullet was something I painstakingly crafted; it contains immense fire energy. This ice wall will melt instantly; you won't even be left with a trace."

White Witch: ......

Is it really necessary to describe the act of annihilation in such a refined and elegant way?

boom!

The red bullet struck the White Witch squarely between the eyebrows, and in her angry and resentful roar, crimson flames engulfed everything.

Peter and the others outside heard the gunshots and rushed in.

"Where is the White Witch?" Lucy asked.

"Of course I died. I used a very, very, very precious one-time use magic item," Aaron said seriously, even though he still had many of those bullets left.

“Alright!” Peter nodded. “At least we won’t have any worries anymore.”

“Since you are a wizard, then…” Susan hesitated, “Perhaps I shouldn’t ask this, but do you have a way to deal with the Tanmo army?”

The others also looked at Aaron with hopeful eyes, as if they were grasping at a straw.

Aaron was a powerful warrior before, which helped in the battle, but he wouldn't have much of an advantage against a large army.

But now Aaron is a powerful wizard, personally recognized by the White Witch, and magic might play a revolutionary role in the war.

"Hmm..." Aaron looked troubled. "I'm just an ordinary fourth-year wizard, and I'm still three years away from graduating!"

“What do you mean?” Caspian asked.

Aaron rolled his eyes. "What I mean is that I can't fight an army, and in the end, the Narnias have to rely on themselves."

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment inevitably flashed in everyone's eyes, but they quickly rallied.

“Your Majesty, we must make preparations,” Chumbukin said.

“I know.” Peter nodded emphatically. “Get everyone ready for battle, put on their armor, and get their weapons ready. We need to discuss how to deploy our troops.”

“And dig traps,” Caspian said. “I know the Tanmo army: slingshot suppression, cavalry charge, and finally, a large infantry charge.”

Unless a change of general is made at the last minute, the attack pattern will likely remain the same.

......

Caspian sat on a rock above the bunker, watching the sun rise in the distance.

Cornelius came over and accompanied his proud student.

"Why do you never talk about my father?"

“My mother was a black dwarf from the northern mountains,” Cornelius said in a deep voice. “I have taken all these years of adventure so that one day you can become a better king than your ancestors.”

“Then I have disappointed you,” Caspian said, bowing his head.

Cornelius shook his head slightly. "Everything I told you and didn't tell you was because I trusted you."

You have the chance to become the noblest contradiction in history and save the Tanmorians of Narnia.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Aaron clapped his hands as he walked over.

Peter and others followed behind him, but they all looked somewhat excited.

"As expected of the prince's teacher, those words are quite insightful."

"We won't be staying in this world for long. The hope of saving Narnia rests on your shoulders, so please don't let us down!"

"Why are you here?"

“Let’s test out Aaron’s new weapon,” Edmund said excitedly. “I thought it was already unbelievable that Aaron brought two pistols, but I didn’t expect… In short, I was really too narrow-minded.”

"New weapons?"

Aaron snapped his fingers, and a green magic circle appeared, with a black sniper rifle about 1.5 meters long landing in his arms.

“This is it,” Peter exclaimed. “A heavy sniper rifle. I would never have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

“I love magic,” Lucy laughed.

Edmund couldn't resist reaching out his right hand, but before he could touch it, Aaron glared at him and said, "You can look, but you can't touch."

"Hey! Don't be so stingy!" Edmund said sheepishly. "What boy could resist such temptation?"

"You were a king hundreds of years ago, and you can't even resist this little temptation?" Aaron rolled his eyes at him. "Don't make me despise you!"

Edmund: ......

"Why don't you just look down on me!"

Aaron's lips twitched slightly as he looked at his face with a meaningful gaze. "Why don't you stand at the front and be my target? Even a bullet might not be able to penetrate your skin."

"Stop joking, business is more important," Peter said.

Aaron shrugged, found a suitable spot, and put down his sniper rifle.

"Do you see that tree over there?"

“Uh… I don’t want to say it like this, but it seems like there are only trees on the other side,” Caspian said awkwardly.

"The one with the fruit."

“We don’t have a scope,” Susan rolled her eyes. “We’re at least a mile from the woods, and we can barely see the trees.”

“Alright! It was my oversight. I’ll try my best to make it clearer for you ordinary people,” Aaron said, then lay down on the ground, adjusted his breathing, pulled the trigger, and aimed.

As magic was infused, a green magic circle appeared on the scope, and the patterns on the gun body shimmered with a faint light.

boom!

The golden bullet shot out and directly snapped a towering tree two kilometers away.

hiss--

A collective gasp filled the air as Peter and his three companions stared in disbelief. Caspian and Cornelius both stood up in astonishment.

“This gun…it’s a bit too powerful!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes wide.

“More than that,” Susan murmured, “it must be at least two thousand meters away!”

“Not much, 2,400 meters,” Aaron said proudly. “This gun was made by my ancestor with painstaking effort; he made everything except the bullets himself.”

Its basic specifications far exceed those of ordinary firearms, and its range is two thousand meters.

However, the extent of its power in the hands of a wizard like me depends on the amount of magic power infused into it. The more magic power infused, the greater the power, but there is also a certain upper limit.

To further increase its power, special bullets must be used...

The group was stunned and didn't recover for a long time.

"Are wizards all so up-to-date with the times these days?" Edmund asked in surprise. "I feel like you guys are more skilled with guns than ordinary people."

“Our family has several side businesses, one of which is… arms dealing,” Aaron said sheepishly.

Upon hearing this, Peter and his three companions exchanged bewildered glances.

The case is solved. No wonder a proper wizard would carry so many guns; his family's financial situation is truly something else.

"What level of power can it reach at its maximum?" Caspian asked seriously.

“Breaking down the gates of Tanmo Castle shouldn’t be a problem,” Aaron said after a moment’s thought.

This is an answer that everyone can accept. In fact, with his current level of magic and the bullets that have been enchanted three times, he could blow down not only the city gates, but also the city walls.

But that would be quite shocking, and he didn't need to tell these people.

“If that’s the case, we can hold on,” Caspian said with a sigh of relief. “If we’re lucky, we might even win this battle.”

"The ideal is beautiful, but reality..." Aaron didn't finish his sentence, but everyone's heart skipped a beat.

"What's the reality?" Susan asked eagerly.

"The reality is that the conditions are very limited." Aaron patted the sniper rifle. "The magazine capacity is fifteen rounds. I just used one, so I have fourteen bullets left."

Furthermore, my magic power is limited, and I cannot ensure that every shot reaches its maximum power.

"Fourteen chances?" Peter frowned slightly. "That's fine too. As long as we can kill Miraz, the Tanmo army will be thrown into chaos, and we'll have a chance to turn the tide."

“No,” Caspian said immediately. “This method is not suitable.”

The king was the ruler of the Tanmo people, but a considerable portion of the power was controlled by the council.

Killing Miraz alone is not enough; they can elect another leader in a short time, and we have no idea what kind of personality that other leader will have.

They might retreat, or they might intensify their attack to avenge their king.

"This is really complicated," Aaron said speechlessly. "But it's fine, I never intended to help you kill anyone in the first place."

Caspian couldn't hold back any longer. "You can't joke like that!"

“Yes!” Edmund said. “We need your strength in the upcoming battle. We won’t be using sniper rifles, so your strength is indispensable.”

Chapter 439 Never Surrender, Initiate a One-on-One Challenge

“I only said I wouldn’t kill anyone, but I didn’t say I couldn’t do other things for you,” Aaron said meaningfully. “For example… catapults.”

Caspian paused for a moment, "That works too. Fourteen bullets should be enough, but what about afterwards..."

“What happens after that is none of my business,” Aaron interrupted. “I have principles too. Unless it’s a truly heinous crime, I won’t kill anyone.”

“But this is war,” Peter said.

"I have no grudge against the Tammor people, and I only met the Narnia people by chance."

"In other words, I'm just passing through, and getting too involved won't do me any good," Aaron said seriously.

Lucy wanted to try to persuade her again, but Susan glared at her and shut her up.

"You may not want to hear this, but I really don't want to get involved in the war. All I can do is try to reduce the number of people dying in Narnia."